Ye Xiwen and Wang Lie rushed to the competition venue, Wang Lie somewhat excitedly said: "Wen, this time you must get a good ranking!"
Wang Lie did not participate this time, to get the top 100, at least the late stage of the Houtian fourth stage, he had just broken through, he did not have much chance, moreover, his ambition was always not here.
"En!" Ye Xiwen nodded.
"But you have to be careful, I heard that Ma Ying wants to deal with you!" Wang Lie seriously said, "Ma Ying said that he will cripple you to avenge his brother!"
"Cripple me? Humph, let's see if he has this ability! "Ye Xiwen sneered and said.
The venue was a sea of people, Ye Xiwen and Wang Lie rushed to the venue and first went to draw their own number 127, two of these numbers were the same, the two who drew the same number would be the opponent of the first round. When the time came, Yi Yuan School's high-level people arrived one after another, walking in the air, flying over to the high platform.
All the disciples' eyes flashed a trace of envy, although this walking in the air was not flying, but it was also not something that Houtian realm masters could do.
Everyone held their breath and wanted to perform their best. These were the Yi Yuan School's high level, the Yi Yuan School's true backbone and pillar. Just these people, the Yi Yuan School was already on par with the Zhang family in the vicinity of Qingfeng Mountain as the most powerful forces. If they performed well, then there was a possibility that some elder would accept them as a disciple, then it could truly be regarded as a meteoric rise. It was not that there was no such situation, in the past!
Ye Xiwen saw the figure of his father Ye Kongming among those people, it did not seem very conspicuous among a group of elders.
The entire venue occupied a very wide area, placed two hundred arenas, used for martial arts competition.
Ye Xiwen and Wang Lie arrived at the one hundred and twenty-seventh arena.
"You are the other person in the one hundred and twenty-seventh arena." Ye Xiwen had just walked over, when he saw a tall and sturdy disciple coming over, laughing and said, "You are really unlucky, actually running into brother Shi Feng, directly admit defeat!"
"Brother Shi Feng is a master of the late Houtian fifth stage, even competing for the top fifty is very promising!" That tall and sturdy disciple continued. "If you do not quickly admit defeat, when the time comes, it is hard to say what parts will be missing!"
Wang Lie's expression also changed. "I never thought it would be Shi Feng!"
"A Wen, it's not good. Your first opponent is actually Shi Feng. This Shi Feng is extremely vicious. In the great sect competition three years ago, there were quite a few disciples who were too slow to admit defeat and had their bones broken by him. They only recovered after half a year!"
"So overbearing!" Ye Xiwen said.
"Domineering, hahaha, it's been a long time since anyone called me domineering!" Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the arena. "You're very unlucky. Someone wants me to cripple your legs!"
Both of them looked up and saw a young man as tall as an iron tower. He was looking at Ye Xiwen with an evil grin on his face.
It should be Shi Feng.
"Brat, don't tell me you don't have the guts to come up, right?" Shi Feng grinned sinisterly. "I'll let you go as long as you kowtow one hundred times!"
"You?" Ye Xiwen sneered and jumped up. "Since you accepted a bribe from someone else to cripple my leg, I'll let you suffer the consequences of your own actions!"
"Good boy, you really dare to come up. One move, I'll cripple you in one move!" Shi Feng laughed loudly.
"The one hundred and twenty-seventh great sect competition, begin!" The referee on the side saw that both of them were standing on the arena and opened his mouth. He turned a deaf ear to the previous conversation between the two as if he didn't hear anything.
His voice had barely faded when Shi Feng shot out like a cannonball. Although his stature was tall, his speed was incomparably fast as he rushed towards Ye Xiwen.
Although this person was insolent, his strength was solid. Although his agility technique was not advanced, but his explosive power was extremely strong. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Ye Xiwen.
Shi Feng grinned and opened his big hand to directly twist Ye Xiwen's head off.
"Elder Ye, the one on the one hundred and twenty-seventh arena is your youngest son, right?" An elder standing near Ye Kongming said.
"Yes, it's my son!" Ye Kongming smiled and nodded.
"I still remember ten years ago when Elder Ye brought him back, I must have seen him once. I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and he has already grown so big!" That elder said with emotion.
"His opponent is not easy to deal with!" That elder stared at the arena and said, "Innate divine strength, more difficult to deal with than the average person!"
"No harm, I'm just letting him gain experience, that's all!" Ye Kongming faintly smiled, as if he didn't care, but his eyes were tightly locked on the arena, with some worry.
"Bang!" Ye Xiwen's palm shot out, fiercely colliding with Shi Feng's big hand. The collision of Zhen Qi of both sides directly issued a huge explosion.
Ye Xiwen remained motionless. Shi Feng's innate divine strength, although he was only at the late Houtian fifth stage, but the strength of his hands was absolutely more than six, comparable to an ordinary Houtian sixth stage warrior, but he couldn't shake Ye Xiwen in the slightest.
"How is this possible!" Shi Feng's pair of cowbell-like eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Ye Xiwen. Unbelievable, even if it was a master of the Houtian sixth stage, his strength was not inferior, but Ye Xiwen actually remained motionless.
"Rumble!"
Accompanied by the sound of a thunderstorm, Ye Xiwen shot out a ball of thunder-shaped Zhen Qi with his palm, with the momentum of a sudden clap of thunder, mighty and mighty, a palm pressed on Shi Feng's chest.
"Bang!" Shi Feng's tower-like body was sent flying by Ye Xiwen's palm. A mouthful of blood spurted out, all the bones in his body were broken, and he directly fell off the arena.
"What, how is this possible!"
The entire audience was in an uproar. All the people who were paying attention to this battle couldn't believe their eyes. Originally, they were optimistic about Shi Feng, but he actually couldn't resist Ye Xiwen's one move and was sent flying, life or death unknown.
"Cheating, he must have cheated!" Several disciples who were close to Shi Feng suddenly found it hard to accept and shouted, "He must have plotted against brother Shi Feng!"
Shi Feng was sent flying in one move, how could this be possible?
"Shut up!" The referee on one side said in a cold voice. Right and wrong, he could see very clearly. Could it be that he still needed these juniors to teach him?
"This match, Ye Xiwen wins, entering the second round!"
"Idiots!" Ye Xiwen glanced at those disciples who were close to Shi Feng.
Shi Feng was just a small pawn, the real mastermind behind the scenes was presumably Ma Ying, but there was no hurry, Ma Ying was the favorite to win the championship, sooner or later they would meet.
"Not bad, not bad, I didn't expect, I almost misjudged!" The elder next to Ye Kongming said with a smile.
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