Chapter 1653: Taking Advantage of the Situation

"Okay, the first challenge, Bu Jingwei wins!"

Elder He walked forward with a smile, looked at Bu Jingwei with admiration, and then said loudly: "For the sake of fairness, each contestant has half an hour to recover. Now... who wants to challenge each other?"

"I am He Bijun, challenging the errand disciple Ye Feng!"

As soon as Elder He finished speaking, a figure rushed onto the stone platform and casually bowed to Ye Feng below. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

"Uh..."

Ye Feng was startled. He didn't expect that he was the second one to be challenged. The inner disciple on the stage looked arrogant, with a strong provocation in his eyes.

"This He Bijun ranks more than 20th in the inner sect, much weaker than Yao Yifeng."

Yuan Ningzhen took the initiative to explain, looking at Ye Feng with a bit of amusement and said: "Junior Brother Ye, although you won a game, you are still the softest persimmon among these people."

Ye Feng smiled indifferently.

It is not wrong to say so. Many people must think that they have already used all their strength to defeat Yao Yifeng, and the power of their next move will be greatly reduced.

In short, it is still because my cultivation is too low. In the common people's cognition, the virtual realm is naturally inferior to the king realm in terms of the power and combat power.

It is for this reason that this inner disciple ranked in the 20s dared to challenge me openly.

"Okay."

"Then let them see whether I can be a soft persimmon."

After laughing lightly, Ye Feng soared into the air and shot towards the stone platform like lightning, then stood firmly and clasped his fists towards He Bijun.

"Junior brother, don't say that my senior brother bullied you, I'm sorry!"

He Bijun showed a relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth, and offered a golden long whip, shaking his hands continuously, and whipped Ye Feng.

"So that's it!"

Ye Feng sneered in his heart. This person's body movements were light and his weapon was strange. It seemed that he had just seen his close combat and wanted to win by long-range attack.

This idea was not bad, but unfortunately, the other party picked the wrong opponent.

Swish, swish, swish!

He Bijun whipped three times in a row, his body was extremely agile, and he kept jumping on the stone platform. Before the whip wind stopped, he whipped three more times towards Ye Feng's face.

"Beat him to death, beat this damn guy into a pulp!"

In the crowd below, Qing Zhenyi jumped up with a beaming face, waving his arms, as if he was the one holding the whip.

There were also many other inner disciples, who were more or less excited, hoping that He Bijun could win.

Although both the inner and outer sects belong to the Diyuan Sect, the inner sect has been high and mighty for thousands of years. In the eyes of most disciples, menial disciples are no different from hard laborers. Suddenly, Ye Feng appeared, severely dampening the spirit of the inner sect and sweeping away their sense of superiority, which obviously caused a lot of backlash.

"I'm afraid that Junior Brother Ye will encounter many opponents in this round of challenge system."

In a corner of the crowd, Luo Mi glanced around and said uneasily.

"If he had joined the inner sect earlier, there would not be these right and wrongs. It's really strange, why does Ye Feng want to stay in the menial building and be willing to be a menial disciple?"

"Now, it depends on how long he can hold on."

Xiao Chennan also nodded.

Once Ye Feng wins, the reputation of the inner sect disciples will be damaged, which will attract more people to share the same hatred. Even some inner sect elders don't want to see that happen.

On the Kunwu Stone Platform, He Bijun's figure had left countless afterimages. He did not approach Ye Feng, but kept whipping from the outside, with whip shadows from time to time, whipping at the vital parts of Ye Feng's body at a tricky angle.

At this time, Ye Feng's expression was also a little solemn.

This person's body skills were very good, but the attack was mediocre, and was completely blocked by Ye Feng. After a cup of tea, he did not cause any damage to him.

No!

He was moved in his heart. Could it be that the disciples ranked more than 20 in the inner sect had only this little strength?

Silently, a green mental power spread out along the ground. The moment it touched the ground, Ye Feng's pupils suddenly changed.

On the Kunwu Stone Platform, which was originally as smooth as jade, there were strands of very obscure Yuanli filaments, and on these filaments, there were strips of rule power.

He immediately understood in his heart.

This person should be setting up something like a formation. His repeated attacks were just a cover-up.

It was like boiling a frog in warm water. By the time he realized something was wrong, he must have fallen into a desperate situation.

Since he wanted to set a trap for me, then... he would use his trick against me.

Ye Feng's attack speed suddenly slowed down, and even his Yuanli began to fluctuate. It seemed that he was having trouble dealing with the whip shadows. His steps were chaotic and he lost his order.

He Bijun, who was watching from the side, had a look of joy on his face. After hundreds of moves, he suddenly chose to go straight to the center. His whip was like a spear, piercing Ye Feng's heart at a high speed.

"Good!"

This whip was as fast as thunder, and dozens of sonic booms were emitted in the void. Seeing this, many inner disciples watching the battle shouted and cheered.

Ye Feng glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and anger was steaming in his chest.

The eyes shot over from all around were filled with wanton mockery and ridicule.

It seemed that those people wanted to see him, a errand boy, defeated, injured, or even killed by the inner sect disciples.

He had no grudges against these people, even He Bijun in front of him, he had never met him before. Just because he was just an errand boy, he had to suffer such cold eyes?

Sure enough, the martial arts world is the same, with clear levels and the survival of the fittest.

If you want to break the rules, you will be constrained by the rules.

Ye Feng had not thought of this scene before participating in the competition. At that time, he only thought about how to deal with Bu Jingwei's challenge. Now it seems that he... has become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of the entire inner sect without knowing it.

But... so what?

Even if he is an enemy of the world, what is there to fear?

"Jingtao Paiyun Palm!"

The air in his chest rushed straight to the top of the ceiling.

Ye Feng shouted violently, and the attack he had been brewing for a long time was like a storm.

The Yuan force spread forward like a surging wave.

He Bijun's face changed instantly, and the cold breath coming towards him became three times more domineering. He did not retreat but advanced, and the soft long whip in his hand was stretched straight, like gold and iron.

"Junior Brother Ye, be careful."

"That is a lower-grade spiritual weapon of the heavenly rank... Dragon Blood Yangyan Whip, it is extremely powerful!"

Seeing this scene, Luo Mi below couldn't help but shout out.

Without waiting for Ye Feng to react, the whip suddenly turned red like blood, and the palm power broke a gap across the air and rushed towards Ye Feng.

"Junior Brother Ye, I'm sorry, you have offended someone, you have to pay the price, and... Senior Brother's ranking in the inner door must be paved with your blood."

He Bijun's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was determined to win this attack.

However, the next moment, he was alarmed. Although Ye Feng was still panicking, his eyes were dark and bright. There was no trace of fear in them. There was even a hint of mockery.

He Bijun was shocked and turned around to run for his life. However, before he could take a step, a brilliant green light suddenly exploded in front of him, and the violent and boundless mental power bombarded him fiercely.