272: C272 You Keep Saying You Want to Hit Me!

C272 You Keep Saying You Want to Hit Me!

Xu Zixu had been stuck at the peak of Earth Soul Stage Major Heavenly Grade for more than a hundred years. Initially, he didn't have any hopes of entering the Heavenly Soul Stage, but now, Ye Feng had rekindled the hot blood in his heart.

He couldn't help but sigh. "My good disciple!"

Ye Feng took out a drop of half-step saint blood and gave a drop of half-step saint true essence to Xu Zixu. The latter was stunned for a long time.

The entire Fallen Cloud Sect was celebrating their return. This meant that there were over a hundred experts from the inner sect joining.

Earth Soul Stage Expert, any one of them was someone who could establish a sect in the outside world. However, the pursuit of martial arts was endless. Who wouldn't want to have a deeper level of martial arts?

The Outer Sect's Elder Styx set up a banquet in Luo Tian Square. There were thousands of tables.

The banquet was filled with immortal and precious spirit meat. Even the tea and refreshments contained rich spiritual energy.

Many disciples had envious looks in their eyes. They looked at the figures of those experts on the high platform and made up their minds to cultivate hard, hoping to become like them one day.

Of course, the one who attracted the most attention was the white-robed youth. Even when he sat in front of Nether River and the other elders, he was not afraid at all!

And beside the youth, there were three ice beauties clustered around him. His exceptional talent made people envious.

Nether River drank a cup of spirit wine bitterly and thought, 'My cultivation base is clearly stronger than Ye Feng's, why can't I see through this fellow?'

At the same time, the inner sect was celebrating, but those old freaks weren't as lively as the disciples of the Outer Sect.

At the top of the Inner Palace mountain peak, the peak of the mountain that was surrounded by white fog belonged to the territory of the inner sect disciples.

Zhang Lingfeng held a piece of rock in his hand, and with a slight force of his five fingers, the rock turned into powder.

"Five Major Heavenly Grade Expert, a set of Five Elements Absolute Killing Formation, and it still can't kill you!" Zhang Lingfeng gritted his teeth, and the crushed stone powder in his hand fell down.

He could only make a move himself!

However, he wouldn't make a move in the Fallen Cloud Sect. There were as many powerful warriors in the Fallen Cloud Sect as there were clouds in the sky, and any one of them would be able to stop him.

The moment Ye Feng stepped out of the Fallen Cloud Sect would be the moment of his death!

Zhang Lingfeng didn't know that even Su Rang, who was in the Lanze Ten Genius, had been buried in Ye Feng's stomach.

In the Outer Sect's Luo Tian Square, Ye Feng, who everyone was looking up to, was suddenly lifted into the air by the Qing Qiu envoy.

"Hey! Old man, do you think I don't want to lose face?" Ye Feng was speechless.

Qing Qiu coldly snorted and said, "I am only in my thirties, you are the old monster! I heard you said you wanted to hit me everywhere, I'll give you a chance now!"

He casually tossed him into the air.

Ye Feng flipped in the air, opened up a pair of golden wings, and hovered in the air, sizing him up.

Although Qing Qiu was a Great Perfection of Middle Heavenly Grade, there must be something amazing about him being able to become the sect's envoy.

Ye Feng estimated that this guy was even more terrifying than Su Rang!

"Qing Qiu's envoy has been in the Earth Soul Stage for many years, his cultivation base is unfathomable. I think Ye Feng is in danger!"

"Although he has some talent, he is definitely not the envoy's match. He will definitely lose in three moves!"

"I also think highly of the Qing Qiu envoy!"

No one thought highly of Ye Feng. After all, his harmless face had lost some of his murderous aura.

Qianshui Han rolled her eyes and said in a clear voice, "Fellow brothers, since the envoy and Senior Brother Ye are in such a good mood, how about we make a bet?0

Those who support Ye Feng, one to ten!

Those who support the Qing Qiu envoy, one to twenty, how about it?"

Hiss ~ Everyone gasped, this bet was a bit too big!

If they bet one Soul Stone on Ye Feng, if they won, they would get ten! If they threw a ___ at Qing Qiu, if Qing Qiu won, they would get twenty pieces!

The Outer Sect had thirty thousand disciples, which one of them did not have a few hundred thousand?

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