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Ye Xing knew that these two Seven Star Martial Saints were disciples of the Divine Wind Sect!
The one in white was called Feng Yu, a Late Seven Star Martial Saint. The one in black was called Fang Ze, an Early Seven Star Martial Saint.
As one of the disciples of the Six Southern Sects, Ye Xing naturally knew the other elite disciples of the Six Southern Sects.
When Feng Yu and Fang Ze entered the hall, the first person they saw was Ye Xing. However, their eyes only stayed on Ye Xing for a moment before they looked at the three martial arts manuals.
To be exact, their eyes were locked on the Flaming Dipper Fist.
"Upper Grade Spiritual Martial Arts!"
Their eyes suddenly lit up and they exclaimed at the same time. Their voices were full of surprise.
The Divine Wind Sect only had one Upper Grade Spiritual Martial Arts, which was regarded as the treasure of the sect. Even the elders might not be able to learn it. Only the sect leader and the elders who had made great contributions to the sect could learn it.
As disciples, Feng Yu and Fang Ze were naturally not qualified to learn the Upper Grade Spiritual Martial Arts of the sect.
However, if they could obtain an Upper Grade Spiritual Martial Arts in the Qingyun Ancient Land and offer it to the sect, they would have the right to learn this Upper Grade Spiritual Martial Arts and also receive a lot of sect contribution points.
Therefore, when they saw the Upper Grade Spiritual Martial Arts, Feng Yu and Fang Ze were wild with joy. They rushed toward the Flaming Dipper Fist and attacked the light shield.
"This Flaming Dipper Fist belongs to my Divine Wind Sect!" Feng Yu was the eldest disciple of the Aeolus Sect. While attacking, he shouted excitedly.
In front of the light shield, there were already six warriors attacking. However, Feng Yu and Fang Ze's eyes were attracted by the Flaming Dipper Fist and ignored the six warriors.
Feng Yu said that the Flaming Dipper Fist belonged to the Divine Wind Sect and he was happy. However, when these words fell into the ears of the disciples of the Four Northern Sects, they were not happy.
Especially the Eight Star Martial Saint of the Sun Moon Sect, Yang Kun, suddenly snorted. His figure was like a ghost. In an instant, he appeared in front of Feng Yu and slapped Feng Yu's face.
Yang Kun was a late Eight Star Martial Sage. However, the Sun Moon Sect had two demonic young masters, Young Master Sun Moon and Young Master Great Sun, who had overshadowed his brilliance. Actually, Yang Kun's talent was also very high, and his strength was also very strong. He was also a genius.
Feng Yu was excitedly attacking the light barrier of the array, wanting to snatch the Flaming Dipper Fist. Who would have thought that he would suddenly be attacked? Furthermore, the attacker was an Eight Star Martial Saint. He could not dodge at all!
Hastily, Feng Yu raised her hand to block. Yang Kun's palm drew an arc, instantly bypassing Feng Yu's blocking arm, and with a bang, ruthlessly slapped Feng Yu's face.
Yang Kun's attack was quite heavy. His slap shattered Feng Yu's teeth, causing him to spit out blood and fly towards Ye Xing.
Feng Yu suddenly being attacked gave Fang Ze a fright. Only now did he realize that the six martial artists beside him were actually disciples of the Four Northern Sects. They were existences that they could not afford to provoke.
While Fang Ze was greatly shocked, Yang Kun attacked again, and another slap came towards him.
Fang Ze's strength was lower than Feng Yu's. At this moment, he was greatly shocked. How could he block Yang Kun's powerful slap?
Pa — —
With a crisp sound, Fang Ze was also sent flying.
In the eyes of the Four Northern Sects, the disciples of the Six Southern Sects were like ants. Yang Kun did not even bother to speak to them. He directly attacked, sending both Feng Yu and Fang Ze flying.
After sending Fang Ze flying, Yang Kun looked proud and said, "Ants of the Six Southern Sects dare to have evil thoughts about the Flaming Dipper Fist. Humph! Are you qualified? Get out of my way — —! "
While speaking, Yang Kun's eyes glanced condescendingly at Ye Xing, full of disdain.
If it were not for Ye Xing standing far away and not boasting about wanting the Flaming Dipper Fist, Yang Kun's slap would have already landed on Ye Xing's face at this moment.
Feng Yu and Fang Ze both flew in front of Ye Xing and fell to the ground, rolling at the feet of Ye Xing. The two climbed up, but did not dare to be angry at Yang Kun. Instead, they apologized.
"I didn't know that the senior brothers and sisters of the Four Northern Sects were here. We were reckless, we were reckless, please calm down."
Any disciple of the Four Northern Sects was enough to crush them, especially the disciples of the Sun Moon Sect. They had two child-level monstrous geniuses and were the most powerful. If they were not blinded by the Flaming Dipper Fist and recognized the six disciples of the Four Northern Sects, even if they were given ten thousand guts, they would not dare to say such words.
Yang Kun faintly glanced at the two, but did not pay attention to them. He turned around and continued to attack the light shield.
Feng Yu and Fang Ze both breathed a sigh of relief. The two had already held their heads in their hands and faced a life and death crisis. If Yang Kun killed them in anger, the Divine Wind Sect would absolutely not dare to avenge them from the Sun Moon Sect.
The two looked at each other with lingering fear. At this time, the two of them saw Ye Xing from the corner of their eyes.
A Six Star Martial Saint was actually standing behind them and saw such an unbearable side of them?
The two of them had no backbone in front of Yang Kun and did not feel the slightest shame. However, when they found that Ye Xing was looking at them from the side, they instantly became furious, as if they had been humiliated.
What made the two of them furious was that Ye Xing was a disciple of the enemy camp.
Feng Yu suddenly shouted angrily, "What are you looking at? Be careful that this young master will dig out your dog eyes!"
Ye Xing really did not want to look at these two trash. However, when the two of them flew over and fell at his feet, Ye Xing instinctively looked at them.
The two of them had suffered a loss in the hands of Yang Kun and had been angered, so they acted like cowards. Now, they were venting their anger on Ye Xing, treating Ye Xing as a soft persimmon that they could pinch at will.
Ye Xing's gaze turned cold as he looked at the two of them. He said, "My eyes are the eyes of a human. However, I do see two dogs wagging their tails happily after being beaten. These two dogs' eyes are the eyes of a dog!"
Feng Yu and Fang Ze were furious.
Feng Yu's eyes became cold, and his killing intent soared. He said coldly, "A mere Six Star Martial Saint dares to talk to us like this, you're courting death. Junior Brother Fang, slap his mouth for me!"
Fang Ze clenched his fist, and the sound of bones cracking could be heard. He shouted, "Trash, there are some people you can't afford to offend!"
As he spoke, Fang Ze sent a slap towards Ye Xing.
Just now, he had been slapped by Yang Kun and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he transferred it to Ye Xing. This slap was fast and ruthless.
Ye Xing raised his hand and caught Fang Ze's palm. In Ye Xing's hand, there was a burning star fire from the Star Fire Seed. When it came into contact with Fang Ze's palm, it immediately emitted a green smoke and a burnt smell.
Fang Ze suddenly let out a scream. He had never expected that a Six-star Martial Sage would be able to catch his hand so easily. What was even more unexpected was that Ye Xing's palm had such a powerful flame that even his Celestial Essence could not withstand it.
Ignoring Fang Ze's screams, Ye Xing clenched his other hand and slapped Fang Ze's face.
Pa — —
Fang Ze's face was slapped hard, and his body was sent flying.
However, Fang Ze's hand was tightly gripped by Ye Xing, and his flying body was pulled back down. This slap left Fang Ze's mouth full of blood. Broken teeth flew everywhere, and his blood-curdling screams grew louder.
Fang Ze's slap was too late. Ye Xing caught Fang Ze's palm and then slapped back. In the blink of an eye, Feng Yu, who was on the side, did not expect that Fang Ze could not even handle a Six Star Martial Saint and was injured instead. He simply did not have time to react.
It was not until Fang Ze was slapped hard that Feng Yu finally reacted. He glared and shouted angrily, "You dare — —!"
While speaking, he poked at Ye Xing with two fingers. The air was torn apart, and a harsh whistling sound could be heard.
Middle-grade Spirit Martial Art — — Wind Extinction Finger!
This was the martial art of the Divine Wind Sect, Feng Yu's Wind Extinction Finger, which had been cultivated to the Small Success Realm.
He furiously attacked with a finger, and his Star Essence was circulated to the limit. Except for not using Astrology, he launched a powerful attack.
Ye Xing did not dodge Feng Yu's attack. The coldness in his eyes was even more intense. He grabbed Fang Ze's palm and threw him. Fang Ze's body flew up and became Ye Xing's weapon.
Fang Ze's body met Feng Yu's finger attack and fiercely lashed at Feng Yu.
Feng Yu was shocked. How could he expect Ye Xing to use Fang Ze's body as a weapon? He was shocked and quickly withdrew his attack.
However, at this critical moment, how could he withdraw his attack? The Wind Extinction Finger fiercely poked Fang Ze's body, and immediately poked a bloody hole.
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