Peerless Soul Emperor

"Valley Master, sorry for offending you!" The wrinkled dragon zhen Qi moved on both of his fists, as a layer of earthen-yellow zhen qi layer covered his entire body.

His fist was a full meter long, and it could even break through a mountain wall.

In that instant, the wyvern moved first!

Weng ~

The wrinkled dragon raised his fist. This fist was as heavy as a thousand kilograms. It was enough to make an Earth Soul Realm martial artist's true qi flow back into its body.

Hum, hum ~ I want to see how you handle this? If I am crippled, I will be the next Valley Master! he thought.

The wind from the fist assaulted his face.

Ye Feng leisurely raised his palm in front of his face. His slowness was in stark contrast to the speed of the wrinkled dragon.

Is he courting death?

In the next moment, a layer of white Zhen Qi rippled out, and everyone heard a muffled sound.

"How is this possible?"

Everyone's faces turned pale ~

"He blocked the chief instructor's fist! And it doesn't even budge an inch. "

What the hell!

The small hand was able to block a fist that was a hundred times bigger than itself. It was just that strange.

The ground under Ye Feng's feet cracked open, as if all of his power had been released into the ground.

The wrinkled dragon felt a chill run down his spine. This punch of his was like hitting cotton.

It took everyone three seconds to understand that their Valley Master was not an incompetent person. Instead, he was a top powerhouse, a powerhouse that surpassed even the wrinkled dragon!

Shock!

In the crowd a few hundred meters away, Dong Jingshuo had an ugly expression on his face as he thought to himself: How is this possible? Did he turn it on?

"I've said it before, if the Valley Master wants to target you, he can crush you to death with one finger!" Dong Jingming said in a cold voice.

Ye Feng slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said: "I did not use my full strength, Main Fushe Dragon Sect."

Wrinkle Dragon felt bitter in his heart! But in the next moment, he had no choice but to passively defend.

The white-robed youth in front of him suddenly became illusory, transforming into nine illusory images. It was hard to tell if this was real or fake.

The silhouettes were either lying down or walking at an angle. They were like nine drunkard's, drifting erratically.

What kind of martial skill was this?

The wrinkled dragon was instantly stunned. His fists were so dense that even wind couldn't penetrate through. However, it only brushed against the clothes of those people.

River Vajra's Eight Extreme Palms, as well as this martial skill's matching movement technique, had long since been skillfully used by Ye Feng.

The nine figures played around with the big guy like he was a toy.

With a furious roar, the zhenqi in its body burst into flames, forming a wall of fire within three meters.

It was another guy playing with Ye Feng.

"You've already lost, there's no need to compete anymore!" Ye Feng's cold voice spread throughout the entire void.

The wrinkly dragon's entire body shivered, and his back felt cold.

On his back, the nine shadows merged into one. A true qi sword was inserted into his dragon bone. If he were to go any lower, all the meridians in his body would be severed.

The true energy clothing could not withstand the sword of a sword-less expert!

Defeat!

This valley master's cultivation and martial skills were all existences that he had never seen before.

"Valley Master, this junior is convinced!" He called himself a junior.

Ye Feng took a step forward, and the three thousand Zhen Qi swords started to encircle his body, and started to dance around his body, just like a young sword god.

Wherever his gaze passed by, the hearts of those people would tremble. The person who had just been rude lowered his head in shame and sneaked into the crowd.

"If one day, I don't have the strength to be the Scarlet Flame Valley Master, any one of you can have it!

But here today, none of you are my match. So from now on, my orders must be obeyed unconditionally. " Ye Feng said in a low voice.

The hundred thousand Imperial Guards all knelt down together and shouted, "Valley Master is mighty!"

Within the abode, Dongjing Yu silently watched this scene. He thought to himself: Uncle Jiu Jiu truly isn't simple!

"Master, you're amazing. When did you teach me that martial skill?" Feng Ziran held his hand and asked shyly.