Chapter 1145: Just so capable?
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Soul Emperor Martial God
- Little Eight
- 1253 characters
- 2021-01-30 08:25:59
Cold and angry words were spit out from Yu An's mouth.
His trembling body proved that he was suppressing great anger.
"Heh." City Lord Ming'an jokingly smiled, "Elder Yu An is too worried."
"At least, since I became the city lord of Ming'an, I have never regretted it."
"Humph." Yu An couldn't suppress his anger anymore, and suddenly violent.
"Elder Yu An, what do you want to do?" Behind him, the old butler gave a cold cry.
City Lord Ming'an just smiled faintly, without any action.
Yu An gritted his teeth and sat down angrily.
He clearly sensed that at the moment he was violent, the aura of dozens of city lord mansion powerhouses around him had locked him.
Here is Ming'an City, the city lord's mansion, and the place of the city lord of Ming'an. It is not yet his turn for the second elder to be impudent.
Yu An angrily sat down and whispered to the Yu family martial artist beside him.
The Yu family warrior nodded, got up and left.
City Lord Ming'an glanced at it and ignored it.
He is the number one strong in Ming'an City, and no one can move the people he wants to protect.
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In the competition arena, Xiao Yi waited.
The referee shook his head, "If no one takes the stage to challenge, I will declare Master Yi Xiao a direct winner."
Yi Xiao became famous, except for killing Yu Tai and Zhong Shuo.
And in the Yaosheng City Refining Medicine Competition, he surpassed Yu Tai, a veteran holy pharmacist.
Naturally, with the exception of certain distinguished figures, most people would call Yi Xiao a "master".
The pharmacist is a noble profession.
"Slow." Just at this moment, a cold and cold shout rang out.
A figure instantly jumped onto the competition platform.
The one who played was a young man, about 25 years old.
The moment the young man came on the court, his cold eyes were looking directly at Xiao Yi, and his eyes were full of killing intent.
"Huh? Isn't that the young master of the Yu family?" The surrounding spectators instantly recognized the young man on the court.
"Ming'an City is the strongest arrogant in a dozen cities."
"It is rumored that this Yu Feng has amazing talents. At a young age, his strength has already surpassed the predecessors of the family."
"The entire family, the strength of cultivation base can overwhelm him, only the old Patriarch of the Yu family."
"I'm afraid that it won't be long before this person will become the first person in the Yu family, famous for Ancheng."
There are endless exclamations around.
Yu Feng ignored it, but looked directly at Xiao Yi coldly.
This person's mind is extremely high.
"Yi Xiao, let's do it." Yu Feng spit out cold words first.
"Kill my Yu family elder, you have no life to leave this martial arts field."
Xiao Yi shook his head and said indifferently, "Don't talk nonsense, just do it."
"Rampant." Yu Feng shot instantly.
Yu Feng's figure suddenly turned into a series of phantoms, and the palm of his hand retakes Xiao Yi.
"Huh? The speed is not slow." Xiao Yi was slightly surprised.
Snap... There was a low bang.
Xiao Yi's footsteps only moved one step sideways, and with a light grip with his powerful palm, he easily grasped Yu Feng's wrist.
At the same time, Yu Feng's phantom suddenly disappeared.
"No wonder you are so confident at the speed of the holy realm peak." Xiao Yi looked at Yu Feng in front of him with indifferent eyes.
"It's just that it's not enough."
"Hmph, Jingfeng palm." Yu Feng snorted coldly, a palm in his hand suddenly exploded, and he broke away from Xiao Yi's grip in an instant.
The palm of the wind shifted, and a palm hit Xiao Yi heavily.
Before the palm of his hand, the sharp aura of sharp edge, and the heavy pressure of overbearing, had been added to Xiao Yi instantly.
With Xiao Yi's body as the center, the violent palm wind twisted the ground on the stage of competition into powder.
"This is the mad end, die for me." Yu Feng sneered.
Xiao Yi was unmoved, the indifferent gaze that originally looked at Yu Feng has disappeared.
No, to be precise, he was too lazy to look at Yu Feng.
Yu Feng's strength was too weak to even mention his fighting spirit.
Boom... Yu Feng's palm was heavily printed on Xiao Yi's chest.
From beginning to end, Xiao Yi never moved.
"Die." Yu Feng sneered, but the next second, his smile stopped abruptly.
It was because, at Xiao Yi's chest, a wave of powerful purple inflammation condensed at some point.
Before he could react, Zi Yan had already burned the biting palm wind.
His palm hit Xiao Yi's body, extremely weak.
"Do you have any other skills?" Xiao Yi asked indifferently.
"What do you mean." Yu Feng's face suddenly became savage.
A bright green light suddenly appeared, and instantly enveloped Xiao Yi.
When the light fell, an emerald green rope had tightly bound Xiao Yi.
"Low-grade holy artifact?" Xiao Yi frowned.
"Yes." Yu Feng smiled triumphantly, "This is my Yu family's most treasure, a low-grade holy artifact, Bishesuo."
"Those who have been stranded don't want to get out of trouble."
Xiao Yi glanced at the green rope that bound him. The whole rope was extremely flexible, and the ends of the rope seemed to be a snake's tail.
At the other end, there was an illusory snake head, spitting out a cold letter.
From a distance, Xiao Yi seemed to be tightly wounded by a thick green snake.
The faces of the martial artists who watched the match changed around.
On the spectator stand, City Lord Ming'an frowned.
Yu An sneered.
In this competition, the use of sacred artifacts is not prohibited.
The sacred weapon is one of the battle cards and methods of a warrior.
On the stage.
"Low-grade holy artifacts can't kill me." Xiao Yi shook his head indifferently.
"Humph." Yu Feng snorted coldly, "The low-grade holy artifacts can't kill you, can't this kill you?"
Yu Feng's face showed a hideous look, and a sword gas in his hand was instantly aroused.
The moment the sword aura appeared, the aura of all the martial artists around the entire competition platform was instantly suppressed.
In the spectator stand, City Master Ming'an's expression changed, "Is it the sword spirit of the Yu family Patriarch?"
The power of other strong men is not within the rules of competition.
Because this is the method of other martial artists, not the strength of martial artists.
"Damn it, stop for me." City Lord Ming'an's face became cold, and he reacted instantly.
"It's too late." Yu An sneered.
On the martial arts stage, Yu Fengyin smiled coldly, the sword energy in his hand was already aroused.
The terrifying sword energy instantly swallowed Xiao Yi, who was bound by the blue snake rope, unable to move or avoid.
"That kid is dead." Yu An sneered.
Around the martial arts platform, a group of warriors shook their heads.
"Patriarch of the Yu Family, but a strong Saint King Realm, his sword aura is no less than his full blow."
"No matter how evil Yi Xiao is, he can't bear it."
"Unfortunately, such an enchanting evildoer has fallen."
There was a sigh around.
On the martial arts stage, the sword aura raged and neighed continuously, and even more than half of the martial arts stage fell into the sword aura.
After a while, the sword energy gradually dissipated.
Yu Feng smiled, looked at the referee, and said, "It's time to declare the victory."
"This..." The referee frowned.
At this moment, the sword energy dissipated.
An indifferent voice resounded through the audience instantly.
"Is it just so capable?"
"Huh?" Yu Feng's expression changed, he knew that this was Yi Xiao's voice.
"How is it possible, not dead?"
The knife gas dissipated, and inside, there were waves of hot molten slurry, boiling hot.
The molten slurry fell slowly like water, revealing Xiao Yi's intact figure.
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