Chapter 279 Opponents

When Feng Xing saw Yin Yifan's sudden breath slowly changing, he couldn't help but feel some bad feelings in his heart. But at this moment, the big enemy is coming, and there is no room for him to hesitate. Immediately, the force was poured under his feet, and the body speed couldn't help but accelerate a little. But even so, can't Yin Yifan do anything about it? The answer is undoubtedly no.

"Roar!"

With a sudden violent roar, almost all the people who were fighting on the battlefield paused their movements. The same voice resounded in his heart, "Which monster is this? It launched such a fierce offensive in the first scene."

White tiger palm!

Yin Yifan's figure also swam very quickly with Feng Xing. In the midst of this electric flimand, he saw a palm dragging behind him for a moment. The next moment, it was actually lifted across his chest, accompanied by the sudden surge of white light, and a strong wind also roared forward. In the distance, the fleeting Feng Xing swept away.

"Bangbang..."

Due to the characteristics of the white tiger palm, the speed requirements are extremely high. Yin Yifan, who realized this, was able to smash three palms at Feng Xing's looming figure at the first time. The white palm print, with a fierce roar, was so lightning, like three tigers coming out of the mountain, roaring towards Feng Xing.

"Wow, wow..."

Feeling a sudden coolness behind him, Feng Xing couldn't help but miss a pat in his heart. When he wanted to look back at the situation, the strong wind actually shook his face, and even what he wanted to say suddenly turned into a fluttering ambiguity.

"Hahaha, Brother Wei, it seems that your disciple is going to lose to my disciple."

Just now, Yin Yifan's white tiger roared, which really refreshed the Xuanji doctors on the stage, and Lan Yuqian, who was optimistic about Yin Yifan early, couldn't help making fun of Wei Ming.

"Humph, Brother Lan, then Yin Yi is not your disciple yet."

Feng Xing's defeat has been decided, and Wei Mingchang did not deny this. How could a peerless strong man at his level not see the gap between the first two? Immediately, I felt that my face was a little uncomfortable, but then I seemed to remember something. I couldn't help turning my head and sneering and said, "So far, my disciple's loss to Yin Yi does not mean that I lost to you."

"Uh!"

Hearing the words, Lan Yuqian couldn't help choked, and immediately went on and no longer care about Wei Ming.

"Wow...!"

The three white tiger palms surrounded Feng Xing in three directions. At the same speed, no matter how fast Feng Xing's speed is, he can only look at the ocean and sigh. In such a situation, Feng Xing had to try his best and even show his weapons to split the white tiger's palms, so as to avoid the three difficult palms. However, at this time, Yin Yifan, who was in his fourth direction, also mercilessly reached out a cold claw.

"Uh!"

As soon as he grabbed Feng Xing's neck, Yin Yifan, who had a cold face, couldn't help but smile on the corners of his mouth and said, "What a slippery loach. I can't help you with my three white tiger palms with such fast speed. It still works with salty pig hands."

"Hey, be careful."

After all, he was still caught in Yin Yifan's hand, but Feng Xing was not much frustrated. He just laughed, pointed to the cold claw that grabbed his neck, smiled with difficulty and said, "I'm going to die."

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The second day.

The morning sun lazily passed through the sea of clouds, and thousands of famous people naturally came to the central campus of Xuanji Pavilion as the day before to continue to participate in or watch the stormy battle of this day.

In the school field, 32 prescriptions with more than 20 feet have already been combined, and the names of half of the people have been erased, and now there are only 64 people left. And everyone knows that after today, the names on this list will be erased by half.

It seems that he is going to be against Wei Mingchang. Yin Yifan's opponent today is still a disciple of the former. Moreover, this person seemed to also want to be like Yin Yifan. When he saw that the name of Yin Yi in Shengxingcheng was on the number plate he drew, he couldn't help but feel a touch of unconcealed excitement on his face.

"Yin Yi, you..."

Yao glanced at the number plate in Yin Yifan's hand. When she saw the man's name, she, who had always been calm, couldn't help closing her mouth in surprise and exclaimed, "Brother Fu!"

Yin Yifan frowned. He clearly saw Fu Wusheng's eyes looking at him not far away at this moment, full of provocation. I couldn't help sneering and said, "I don't know who gave you such courage."

And Yao naturally sensed the spark between the two, and of course, he knew that the spark came from himself. But she was obviously very firm in her position. At that moment, Lianbu gently moved closer to Yin Yifan and whispered, "Mr. Yin Yi, be careful. Brother Fu is very strong."

"Hmm..."

Yin Yifan didn't know whether he was interested or not, but nodded lightly. Finding that Yin Yifan was so careless, Yao Yao immediately wanted to say something more, but suddenly heard a distant Zhong Dingyin in the distance. Obviously, the game was about to begin.

When Yin Yifan saw such a desire to talk, Yin Yifan couldn't help laughing. He reached out and gently patted the former's pink shoulder and grinned, "Be careful yourself. I'll come to see you later."

When Yin Yifan came to the silent battle field between himself and Fu, the latter had already waited on it. Obviously, he couldn't wait to fight with Yin Yifan, and then beat him down and squeezed his mood for many days to express his sultry.

Yin Yifan is very strong, he knows, but he knows more about Yin Yifan's realm of power, just a ternary mirror. In the eyes of ordinary people, the battle between the three-yuan realm and the four-yuan realm undoubtedly relies on some powerful and powerful formulas.

"Is it a powerful formula? Humph, won't I? For many years, I have disdained to show my real strength in front of outsiders, and even the master doesn't know where I have reached. But now, for the sake of Sister Yao, I will teach you a lesson.

Looking at Yin Yifan's relaxed pace and slowly walking into the fighting field, Fu Wusheng's mood suddenly turned over. At one time, he was even considering whether it was worth showing his true strength in order to defeat Yin Yifan.

"When!"

The crisp bell tripod completely dispelled all the distracting thoughts of Fu Wusheng. Seeing that Yin Yifan had stood not far in front of him, Fu Wusheng did not talk nonsense. He immediately pulled out the weapon belonging to him from his storage ring, the gray sword that had accompanied him for many years.

"The best sword, the sword is silent!"