Chapter 62 Competition

Ye Fei's performance was also amazing enough, but there was indeed a big gap between Ye Xiaoyu. After insisting on more than a dozen moves, he was punched by Ye Xiaoyu and ended the battle.

So far, no one has challenged Ye Wenxian, Ye Xiaoyu and Ye Guanghao.

After all the disciples challenged, the atmosphere between Ye Wenxian, Ye Xiaoyu and Ye Guanghao became a little delicate. The three of them undoubtedly won the top three in the clan, but the three of them had not fought. Who ranked first, who ranked second, and who ranked third was not decided.

Ye Xiaoyu doesn't care who is the first and second. He has got what he wants to get - the quota to enter Yunxia Mountain. As for the other rankings, it doesn't matter. Even if he can get the first place, Ye Wuwei will not give him one more cultivation resources.

Ye Wenxian has occupied the name of the first master of the young generation in Yefu all year round, and he no longer cares about this name at all.

Ye Guanghao wanted to win the first place. However, he thought about it over and over again and thought that he was not Ye Wenxian's opponent. As for Ye Xiaoyu, he carefully observed Ye Xiaoyu's strength in the process of fighting with Ye Tong and Ye Fei, and wanted to find a way to restrain Ye Xiaoyu. However, in the end, he was frustrated and found that Now he is by no means Ye Xiaoyu's opponent, which makes him hate Ye Xiaoyu even more. However, after all, his mind is much more mature than half a year ago, and he perfectly hides his emotions.

"Wen Xian and Xiao Yu, you two are both masters of the peak of Mahayana. One is the qi refining and the other is the pride of my Ye family. Today is a major day in my Ye family. You two don't have to compete with each other, so that the disciples of the younger generation can also open their eyes."

Ye Wuwei knew that Ye Guanghao was by no match for Ye Wenxian and Ye Xiaoyu now, so he did not let Ye Guanghao challenge Ye Wenxian and Ye Xiaoyu, but directly announced that all three of them had obtained a place to become disciples of Yunxia Mountain, and then said the above words.

"Okay, no problem." Ye Wenxian agreed. He was indeed very interested in Ye Xiaoyu. In the Qiyun Mountains, Ye Xiaoyu was only about the middle of the realm. In just a few months, he actually reached the peak of the Mahayana realm. He can be said to be invincible among the young generation of disciples in Yefu. Now there is one who can compete with him. Ye Xiaoyu naturally had the idea of a comparison.

When Ye Xiaoyu saw Ye Wenxian agree, how could he refuse? He had a good impression on Ye Wenxian. If it hadn't been for Ye Wenxian's help in the Qiyun Mountains, he would never have escaped from Moyang. Speaking of which, Ye Wenxian was still his savior. How could he not agree when he saw Ye Wenxian's interest in fighting?

"I have no problem, either."

Ye Xiaoyu nodded.

"Well, in that case, let's start with you two." Ye Wuwei announced.

Ye Wenxian and Ye Xiaoyu walked to the middle of the martial arts arena respectively. At this time, there was no one in the martial arts arena except him. The arena was surrounded by young disciples watching the battle. The battle between Ye Wenxian and Ye Xiaoyu was definitely the most wonderful battle of Ye Fu in the past decade and should not be missed.

"Ye Xiaoyu, please."

Ye Wenxian saluted gracefully and said.

"I'm offended."

Ye Xiaoyu knew that Ye Wenxian was the first master of the young generation in Yefu, and he would never take the lead. At that moment, he arched his hand, stepped on the plum blossom step, and quickly forced Ye Wenxian.

In the face of the fast approaching Ye Xiaoyu, Ye Wenxian did not use his footwork to avoid, but waved his palm directly to meet him, but his palm was covered with a layer of golden light, reflecting the golden light of both palms, as if it were cast from gold.

"Bum!"

Ye Xiaoyu's iron fist and Ye Wenxian's golden palm collided fiercely, making a loud noise, and there was even a spark splash.

Ye Xiaoyu felt that his fist really hit a huge piece of gold. A sharp golden spirit penetrated into his fist, and the spiral strength drilled into his arm, which was extremely destructive.

However, as soon as this energy entered his arm, the fish and dragon power in Ye Xiaoyu's body rushed up from the Dantian field, swallowed up the golden breath that had invaded his body, and repaired the meridians destroyed by this golden spirit.

Ye Xiaoyu knew that if it hadn't been for the help of Yulongjin, this battle would have been enough for him to suffer a lot. The golden spirit in Ye Wenxian's palm was unparalleled, and even his physical meridians strengthened by Guben Peiyuan liquid could not resist it.

However, with the strength of fish and dragon to help cheat, the biggest threat of Ye Wenxian's golden spirit has done no harm to him, making him at least invincible.

Ye Wenxian's palm patted on Ye Xiaoyu's fist, and he also felt very uncomfortable. His palm seemed to be slapped on a hammer. The strength from Ye Xiaoyu's fist broke up his body protection. His palm was faintly painful. He hasn't had this feeling for many years.

"It's so strong."

Ye Wenxian knew how pure his golden qi was, but he still had the feeling of being faintly shaken away by Ye Xiaoyu's fist, which showed that Ye Xiaoyu's fist strength was indeed very strong.

This aroused Ye Wenxian's competitive heart. The golden light between his palms was once again solid and thick, and his palms slapped Ye Xiaoyu one after another.

The "Yao Jin Jue" he practiced is unparalleled, and the most powerful is the Yaojin fan method. However, now he and Ye Xiaoyu are just competing, not a life-and-death struggle, and there is no need to use weapons. Although the Yaojin palm he exerts is not as powerful as the Yaojin fan method, it is also the top skill in Yefu's martial arts. The strength of each palm is like countless sharp blades, fiercely cutting Ye Xiaoyu's fist.

Ye Xiaoyu became more and more brave. The strength contained in Ye Wenxian's palm method was really difficult to deal with. As soon as he touched his fist, he drilled into his tendons like a drill. Fortunately, the fish and dragon's strength swallowed up all the strength that invaded his body, so that he was hardly affected by Yaojin Zhenqi and fully exerted his strength. Every punch It was so powerful that it gradually suppressed Ye Wenxian's offensive.

The onlookers Ye Fu's disciples only saw the golden light and the sound of breaking through the sky on the martial arts arena, as if all the air had been shattered. Ye Wenxian's shining golden palm was extremely powerful. However, such a powerful shining golden palm could not help Ye Xiaoyu at all. Ye Xiaoyu's pair of iron fists were like two iron hammers, and each punching out. There must be a dull roar, as if it is about to break the air. You can imagine what a terrible force is contained in the fist.

The two fought nearly a hundred moves in a blink of an eye. Ye Wenxian slowly changed from the initial rush to attack to defense, and the golden light on his palms was also slightly dim, and Ye Xiaoyu's fists did not seem to be as deterrent as at the beginning. Although the fists were still as heavy as a thousand, their fist speed slowed down. More.

"Bang!"

"Bum!"

The young disciples of Yefu outside the martial arts arena suddenly heard two loud noises in their ears, and then they saw that Ye Wenxian and Ye Xiaoyu, who were fighting together, suddenly separated and took 20 or 30 steps back. Then they stood firmly. The two were far away from each other and suddenly laughed.

The young disciple of Ye Fu looked at the two people laughing on the martial arts arena. Only then did he find that there was a huge punch mark on Ye Wenxian's abdomen. The fist was strong, which shattered Ye Wenxian's clothes, revealing the soft armor inside, while Ye Xiaoyu's chest was a palm print. Similarly, the sharp palm strength made Ye Xiao Yu's clothes turned into countless debris, revealing bronze-colored skin, and there were blood stains on it.

"Ye Xiaoyu, I didn't expect you to reach such a level. I admit that if I don't use weapons, I can't defeat you." Ye Wenxian laughed.

"Brother Xian is worthy of being a master of the younger generation of Ye's family. I'm ashamed of myself." Ye Xiaoyu said the same.

"Don't praise each other between you and me. Second uncle, it can be said that the competition between me and Ye Xiaoyu is not the same. If there is nothing else, I'll go first." Ye Wenxian said to Ye Wuwei.

"Hm, okay, the family big deal is over, and you can all disperse."

Ye Wuwei didn't expect that Ye Wenxian and Ye Xiaoyu actually had a draw. Since Ye Wenxian said so, he had to agree.

When the young disciples of Ye Fu heard Ye Wuwei's words, they immediately cheered, and then they were ready to disperse.

"Wait!"

Just as the disciples of Yefu were about to disperse, suddenly a voice spread throughout the martial arts arena, and several people came in from the outside.