Chapter 83: Yan Changfeng, defeat

Yan Changfeng's hair has been covered with a layer of hard ice, and his body is also covered with ice edges. Even the orange spirit that protects his body is no exception. Although his eyes can still move, he can only look at the Xuanbing sword stab him, and he can't avoid it. Looking at Xuanbing's sword getting closer and closer, Yan Changfeng can't help but I have the illusion that as long as I am cut by the Xuanbing sword, I am afraid that I will be hit hard.

In a hurry, Yan Changfeng's eyes were wide open, and the remaining fire power in Dantian flowed crazily in the meridians, all over his body. As the vertical ice around him turned into water vapor, he felt that his body was warm. He quickly put his right hand on his mouth and bit his index finger, drew several times with blood in the palm of his left hand, and clothed it first. The ice edges around the body were all smashed, and then he hit the Xuanbing sword with the palm of his hand.

"Boom!" A thunder light came from the palm of Yan Changfeng's palm and deflected the Xuanbing sword. He took the opportunity to avoid the Xuanbing sword a few times, and then sent a few thunder lights at it. He forced the Xuanbing sword away. Seeing that the power of the thunder charm drawn in the palm of his hand was selfless, he crossed his heart and swept to Lin Yueer and rushed to Lin Yueer in mid-air. With a raise of his palm, a thunderbolt hit Yulin Yueer's head.

"Good to come!" Lin Yueer gently opened her red lips and shouted, but she didn't see how she moved. However, the blue light flashed on her boots, and her whole body seemed to be blurred. The thunder lost its target and hit the empty place. There was a loud noise. The forbidden light curtain on the stage suddenly flashed and melted the thunder light, and Yan Changfeng's own moves had aged, and he could only Mid-air swooped down. At this moment, Lin Yueer flashed over Yan Changfeng, twisted her slender posture, and a pair of slender legs stepped on Yan Changfeng's back several times.

"Pung Peng!" With a muffled hum, Yan Changfeng's uncontrollably smashed the high platform. The previously turbulent body protection orange gas dissipated after Lin Yueer's attacks. It only resisted a few times and converges into Yan Changfeng's body, causing Yan Changfeng to be severely damaged. Lin Yueer couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. Lin Yueer saw His feet were a little on the back of Yan Changfeng, and his body jumped up. He rolled back and stood on the other side of the table.

"I admit defeat, thank you for your mercy!" Yan Changfeng jumped up from the stage with his hands. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that it would be useless to fight again, and the real power in his body was very serious because of the loss of breaking the hard ice before. Even if he was unwilling, he could only bite his teeth and say the words of defeat.

After Yan Changfeng finished speaking, a face turned red. He didn't expect Lin Yueer to be so good that he restrained himself from the beginning. He was so easily defeated. He didn't even have a chance to use the second form of the nine sword-killing formula. The most important thing was that he was defeated by a beautiful girl. It was a little uncomfortable in Yan Changfeng's heart. He practiced for more than ten years and said that it was fake that he didn't want to be famous. In contrast, he did not dare to see the expressions of the people watching the battle under the stage.

"Jing table, No. 1 Guishui Lin Yueer won!" Seeing the victory or defeat, the elder of the referee on the Zhenzitai jumped to the martial arts stage and announced the results below. Then he asked for Lin Yueer's No. 1 rune card and put a formula into it. He saw a golden light on the surface of the wooden rune card, and an extra victory word came out on the surface of the earthquake, and then to Lin Yueer. After the first round of competition, she was asked to take this card to replace the next game, and then she got off the high platform.

"No wonder Master loves his little sister so much. It's really good. Master will be very happy when he knows about the victory in the first battle!" In the opinion, when they saw Lin Yueer's victory, the disciples of Guishui were all happy and waved their hands to Lin Yueer on the stage one after another.

"Lin Yueer really has some means. She is not only beautiful, but also amazing. She has no power to fight back against Yan Changfeng!" Seeing the elders step down, other disciples who watched the battle and cheered under also shouted one after another, some of which were positive and negative, but there is no denying that Lin Yueer's beautiful victory has won great popularity.

You should know that when the disciples of the five veins can fight, unless one of them is knocked off the high platform or loses the ability to fight again, the remaining convenience is regarded as winning, and because there are no restrictions on the skills used in the martial arts, it is forbidden to attack the disciples who take the initiative to admit defeat during the martial arts competition, so as not to cause the discord between the different veins.

"Lao Yan, are you all right? Think about it. Winning or losing is a common thing!" Wang Dapeng and others couldn't help but feel bad when they saw Yan Changfeng step down. They separated the crowd and walked to Yan Changfeng's side. Wang Dapeng came forward and patted Yan Changfeng on the shoulder and comforted him.

Yan Changfeng wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and barely showed a smile on the welcoming brothers. Seeing that the brothers looked at him worriedly, his heart was warm and he gently said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine!"

"Brother Yan, blame me for being bad. If I hadn't changed the runes, you wouldn't have lost..." Xiang Chen looked at Yan Changfeng's decadent appearance and kept blaming himself. It was himself who should have played, but Brother Yan competed with her for himself and lost the first game. He now understands why Wang Da Peng will blame himself after hearing that he changed his card. What he was afraid of would happen.

"Little brother, you don't have to blame yourself. I'm really fine. The third brother also said that there must be winners and defeats in the martial arts competition. You are also ready. It will be your turn in a few more games. Just cheer up. As long as you win, I'm equally happy!" Yan Changfeng patted Xiang Chen on the shoulder, and then went to Luo Fei and Wang Dapeng and said, "Second brother, third brother, although Lin Yueer is young, she is really exquisite in cultivation, and she has followed Uncle Jingyue since she was a child, so I lost unjustly. This time, the five-vein martial arts can only rely on a few brothers to win glory for us! "

"Well, brother, don't take it too seriously if you lose or lose. Master said, don't underestimate any opponent. If you take caution as soon as you come to power and take a steady approach, maybe you can..." Xu Haoran was counting Yan Changfeng and was suddenly pulled by Wang Dapeng and saw Yan Changfeng's face. Tieqing couldn't help waking up and immediately continued, "Okay, seventh brother, you hit a fight and got a little injury. Find a place to rest first!"

"Haha, as I said, it's really rubbish to leave the fire. Even a beautiful girl can't beat it. Tut, look, Yan Changfeng's defeat is really miserable!" Just as Yan Changfeng turned his head and left, an untimely voice suddenly sounded behind several people.

No matter how good Yan Changfeng's self-restraint, he heard this kind of naked sarcasm, stopped and suddenly turned his head. He saw Yu Qingyang's disciples with more than a dozen Xuantu veins pointing at him arrogantly, and a pale face that had already been injured by the martial arts competition was stiff.

Xiang Chen and Xue Tianming usually have a better relationship with Yan Changfeng, especially now that these people are looking for trouble. At present, they look at each other and look at the strange smile of Yu Qingyang, who led the way, they are not angry, so they breathe fire with their eyes one by one. Staring at Qingyang.

"Why do you stare at me one by one? I'm so scared. Don't you let others tell me if you lose? Did Uncle Qianyang teach you to be a man? You have a calm mind and afford to lose. Look at you one by one. Your faces have elongated, especially you. Your name is Xiang Chen, right? Don't stare. After you come to power, you win. Me!" Yu Qingyang walked to several people with an evil smile and said happily that there was no trace of a famous disciple.

"Yu Qingyang, we don't welcome you here. Get out of here!" Wang Dapeng finally couldn't calm down and stretched out his hand to stop Qingyang. Although he hated itchy, he knew that he could not do anything here, so he forced himself to endure.

"Joke, do you think this is your fire peak? What's more, even if it's your fire peak, it's not your turn, Wang Dapeng, get out of the way!" Yu Qingyang's mouth grin, and a touch of earthy light flashed. He raised his hand to stop Wang Dapeng's hand in front of him. With a little force, Wang Dapeng did not expect that Yu Qingyang dared to do it here. In panic, he was hit by the local spirit and retreated a few steps, but suffered a dark loss.