C216 One punch sent him flying

Ye Feng's figure moved, flying up the stage, his mouth revealing a smile: "I want to challenge!"

"It's Ye Feng from the Ye Residence!"

"Damn, this guy hasn't seen anyone for a long time, and now he's here!"

"Last time's Five Prefectures competition, this guy really showed off his skills!"

"Not bad, after not seeing him for a few months, will his strength increase again?"

"Look at how confident he is, he must have the confidence to defeat that damn fatty."

"That's hard to say!"

"…"

The surrounding disciples discussed.

The damn fatty looked at Ye Feng and his expression slightly changed. Gritting his teeth, he said: "Ye Feng, you came at the perfect time. The last Five Prefectures competition was badly beaten by you.

"Hehe!" Immediately after, the fatty laughed sinisterly, then patted his butt, "Watch how I sit on you to death."

The black-faced elder asked, "Zhu Da, do you accept the challenge?"

Fatty Zhu Da quickly replied, "Accepted!"

The black-faced elder nodded. "Alright, then you can begin your preparations!"

"Damn fatty, I didn't expect your strength to increase by leaps and bounds!" Ye Feng said, "Furthermore, a martial skill that uses the butt as an attack method, is even rarer!"

"Of course." The damn fatty said complacently, "I entered Cosmic Star Tomb and obtained a lucky chance. My cultivation rose, and then I comprehended the technique of squatting down from the collapsed mountain peak. I cultivated to the Obscure Realm in less than two months, I am truly a genius."

After that, his smile became even more dazzling: "These few days, I have lost to a large group of disciples who were squatting at my bottom with martial skills. I am now the number one in Luo Mansion, and you, Ye Feng, are about to lose to me squatting at my bottom as well."

"Why are you so against me?" The corner of Ye Feng's mouth rose.

"Your Ninth Level of Martial General is still the same, and your strength should still be at the same level as when you competed in Five Prefectures." "So, defeating you isn't difficult."

"Let the challenge begin." At this time, the black-faced elder announced the start of the Challenge Competition.

The dead fatty's cultivation had erupted, his body was releasing yellow light, releasing a burst of powerful Qi, he suddenly took a step forward, clenching his fist, he punched towards Ye Feng, the Fist was enveloped by the yellow light, like a missile.

Ye Feng sneered, his body did not move, and he casually punched out.

Bang! A low explosive sound rang out. The damn fatty was pushed back by the impact, and his face stiffened for a moment.

Seeing Ye Feng casually throwing out a punch, he originally wanted to say something like "Ye Feng, you dare to look down on me, you're courting death", but before he could finish, his body was blown away and all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

The bitterness in the fatty's heart!

Ye Feng could easily block one of his blows with all his might.

"Damn, that fellow Ye Feng is even stronger than he was during the Five Prefectures competition!"

"En, that is indeed the case, he casually punched and forced the damn fatty to retreat, his strength is probably at the second level of Martial King!"

"Looks like that damn fatty is going to be abused by Ye Feng again!"

"…"

The surrounding disciples quickly picked up on the clues.

However, there were also those who disagreed.

"What's the hurry? The damn fatty hadn't even used his ultimate move yet! Just now. He is only testing Ye Feng's strength. "

"That's right, so what if Ye Feng is at the second stage of Martial King when the damn fatty's squatting technique is used?"

"Mn, Ye Feng will definitely lose this Challenge Competition."

"…"

Ye Feng looked at the damn fatty, and said with a slight smile: "Damn fatty, hurry up and use your trump card, otherwise you'll lose very badly."

"I was afraid that if I used my trump card, you would turn into minced meat." The damn fatty said.

"Since it's like that, don't blame me for mistreating you." Ye Feng said indifferently, he transformed into a shadow and rushed forward.

"Good timing." The damn fatty clenched his teeth, the Mudra in his hand punched forward with a palm.

However, Ye Feng dodged his attack with a crafty angle and approached him. He raised her hand and slapped his face.

The sound was clear and crisp.

Fatty was stunned, his eyes reddened, he roared, and sent another palm strike over.

However.

Ye Feng's figure flashed as he dodged the attack. At the same time, he slapped the dead fatty's face.

Ah!" The fatty let out a blood-curdling screech. A clear palm mark appeared on his two cheeks, red to the point of bleeding.

"Ye Feng is too strong, the damn fatty doesn't even have the chance to retaliate."

"That damn fatty was probably beaten senseless."

"…"

Many disciples were discussing.

Huang Shan, Jia Fei and Dong Chun were all staring at her.

For Ye Feng to be able to slap the fatty two times when facing off against a dead fatty, showed how powerful he was.

"Damn fatty, how is it?" Ye Feng sneered.

"You humiliated me?" The damn fatty was furious.

"Humiliate you?" Ye Feng nodded, "So what if I am humiliating you? Didn't you just say that you would sit on my ass and kill me? "

"You actually want to die? Then I'll grant you that wish." Fatty's eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly performed an incantation with his hands.

"Look, that damn fatty is going to use his trump card!"

"Now, Ye Feng will have to suffer."

"Mn, last time, Lin Tian, who was at the first stage of the Luo Mansion, was squatting under the attack, but he did not get a chance to retaliate. Ye Feng might have a chance to retaliate, but he will definitely suffer."

"…"

The surrounding disciples began discussing.

Huang Shan, Jia Fei and Dong Chun were also worried for Ye Feng.

After all, the power of this skill was too strong, even someone at the fourth level of Martial King would not dare to take it head-on.

One had to know that the damn fatty's body was already fat. Coupled with the fact that he squatted down and practiced martial skills, his body not only grew bigger, but also seemed like a huge mountain.

Who would dare to fight against a Giant Mountain that was enveloping over them?

"Hah!" The damn fatty coldly shouted. He leaped high into the air and then strangely stopped in the air.

He was emitting yellow light all over, following that, the Mudra in his hand changed, and his body suddenly became like a black hole, the energy around him started to devour him crazily.

In an instant, the light on the dead fatty's body became even brighter, and his body seemed to have grown ten times bigger. A deep energy surged out from his body, causing the ground to buzz and crack inch by inch.

"Damn, this time is even more powerful than the time when I defeated Xiao Lu."

"Damn, I never thought that this fatty would be the last card in his hand, he's so scary!"

"…"

The surrounding disciples were all shocked beyond belief.

The face of the black-faced elder changed slightly as he said, "So this fatty is actually hiding such a great power!"

"Ye Feng, die!" "This is my strongest technique, the ultimate profound mystery of squatting on my butt!"

With that, the Mudra in the fatty's hand stopped, and like a collapsed Giant Mountain descending from the sky, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire stage.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The battle platform exploded inch by inch.

On the stage right now, Ye Feng naturally felt a terrifying pressure attacking him. But, Ye Feng's mouth formed a smile, his Qi becoming heavy, his cultivation exploding out, clenching his fists, he directly threw a punch out.

"It can't be, Ye Feng is directly using his fist to resist?"

"Ye Feng is courting death!"

"The strength of this move of the damn fatty's is probably at the peak of the third stage of Martial King!"

"…"

When the disciples around saw Ye Feng's actions, they were all shocked.