2116: C2116 Gongqian ye

C2116 Gongqian ye

The gazes of the proud youths on the great arena and the spectators all gathered at a small arena that was enveloped in ice fog. Their expressions were all different, while the rest of the spectators were all focused on a small arena that was covered in ice fog and a large projection spirit stone.

This small arena enveloped in ice mist was naturally the small arena where Yang Liefeng and Nangong Yan was fighting.

In the previous clash of strength, the icy mist created by the explosion of the supreme ice spirit enveloped this small arena. It did not dissipate for a long time, obscuring everyone's vision as they did not know what was going on.

"That's not right, the one who vomited blood, could be Yang Liefeng, but Nangong Yan's injuries must not be light!" Suddenly, Wan Ruyi, who was on the stage, exclaimed as her eyes twitched.

When Zhuge Junya, Moon Caifeng, Hao Qing, Luo Yan, Xing Honglian, and Xiao Qing`er heard this, their expressions shook for a moment and their eyes immediately turned.

"That's right. Nangong Yan's injuries shouldn't be light either. Otherwise, this ice mist would have dispersed a long time ago." Zhuge Junya's gaze trembled as he spoke in shock. Yang Liefeng was actually able to heavily injure Nangong Yan, this was truly shocking.

"If Nangong Yan was not seriously injured, she would not have remained motionless for so long and would not have ignored the ice fog, letting it continue to exist." Caifeng's narrow eyes were full of shock as she exclaimed.

Luo Yan's face was full of shock as he said, "My brother is really a god!"

Xing Honglian frowned, her beautiful face became gloomy, and worry filled her. She looked at the small arena shrouded in ice mist and said: "Nangong Yan is already injured, I think Yang Liefeng's injuries are even worse, if not, with this ice mist, the fire attribute energy on his body would have melted, right? Maybe, Yang. Yang Liefeng, has already ? "

"Senior sister, the matter is still unclear, don't let your imagination run wild." Xiao Qing`er's expression shook as she reached out her trembling hands to pat Xing Honglian's shoulders and said in relief.

"Thump ?"

Suddenly, a noise was heard from the small arena covered by the ice fog. It was as if something had smashed onto the ground. Everyone became a bit more tense.

"Dammit, why isn't the ice fog dispersing?" Song Qingya's heart was burning with anxiety, he looked at the small arena covered in ice mist, but he was not clear about Yang Liefeng's situation, and anxiously cursed.

Du Linlin's charming face was filled with worry and nervousness as she tightly clenched her sleeves.

Gong Qianye was much calmer when compared to Song Qingya and Du Linlin. It was not because she did not have Song Qingya, whom Du Linlin was so concerned about, but because she was more clear than them about Yang Liefeng's brilliance, and believed that if Yang Liefeng was to fight against Nangong Yan, the ones he would not be able to meet would definitely not be his match. Of course, worry was unavoidable.

"Pfft ?"

Immediately after, another clear sound of blood being vomited could be heard from the small arena enveloped by the icy mist. Following that, the expressions of the crowd changed.

"This sound of spitting blood, it must still be Yang Liefeng's spitting, right?" Someone asked with an uncertain tone. Because up till now, the ice fog had yet to disperse. Anyone with a brain would know that Nangong Yan's situation was not good either.

"From the looks of it, the Southern Palace Goddess' injury was not light, but the sound of blood spitting and the sound of something landing should all be coming from Yang Liefeng, maybe the goddess was injured, and Yang Liefeng is already dead ?" A male fan of Nangong Yan said.

"Bullshit, how could Yang Brother die?!" Nangong Yan's male fan was not far from Song Qingya. After hearing what the man said, Song Qingya was especially agitated as he scolded him angrily.

The male Nangong Yan fan was shocked. She turned to Song Qingya and said unhappily: "You look good, your words are actually so vulgar!"

"Yang Brother will not die, if you dare speak any nonsense, I will tear your mouth apart!" Song Qingya glared at the man and bellowed.

The man didn't dare to be 100% sure that Yang Liefeng was going to die, so he didn't dare offend Song Qingya too much, and temporarily swallowed his anger. In his heart, he had already decided that if Yang Liefeng died, he would make Song Qingya die a miserable death.

Time slowly flowed by in front of everyone's eyes. The icy mist on the small arena gradually melted, and the sight that was covered gradually became clear. Under the gazes of many, quite a number of people became nervous.

Han You Shan, Li Yun, Wang San Gui, Dai Hong Yan, Zheng Yan, Qiao Long, Qiao Longren, Zheng Yunjiang and the rest who were hoping for Yang Liefeng's death, were all hoping to see the scene of Yang Liefeng's death.

However, Gong Qianye, Song Qingya, Du Linlin, Song Yuan, Zhuge Junya, Caifeng, Luo Yan, Hao Qing, Xing Honglian, Wan Ruyi and Xiao Qing`er, who did not want anything to happen to Yang Liefeng, felt their hearts beating faster.

In the end, everyone's vision became completely clear. They immediately saw that on that broken and dilapidated stage, Yang Liefeng's entire body was lying on the ground, motionless, as if she had died. Not far away, Nangong Yan's body was swaying as she stood there, her face as pale as snow.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked into silence.

However, this silence was extremely short. Soon after, an ear-splitting commotion broke out.

"This Yang Liefeng guy actually injured the Southern Palace girl to such an extent."

"Seems like, the one who spat out blood was Goddess Nan Gong, and the one who fell to the ground and died was Yang Liefeng."1

"Yang Liefeng is still not a match for Goddess Nan Gong after all!"

"That's right, but to be able to injure the Southern Palace's Goddess to this extent, this Yang Liefeng's strength is simply too strong. Furthermore, if he doesn't die, he definitely has great potential.

"That's right, if we were at the same age, we would have to admit that even Goddess Nan Gong would not be a match for Yang Liefeng!"

"This guy's potential is enormous and his strength is extraordinary, but he doesn't know how high the heavens are. He's too arrogant, and he passed away early. He's purely asking for it."

"..."

Looking at the scene on the stage, the crowd was in an uproar of discussion.

"No, Wind Break Little Brother!"

Gong Qianye's beautiful eyes trembled as she cried out sorrowfully. She seemed as if she wanted to rush into the arena, but she was immediately controlled by Du Linlin.

Du Linlin's voice trembled as she said, "Qian Ye, don't be rash. The spectators can't enter the arena!"

"Is he ? really dead ?"

On the arena, Xing Honglian who was dressed in red, and with a face like a blossoming peach, kneeled down on the ground. His expression was dispirited, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out.

"Senior Sister, you better pull yourself together. There are many good men in this world. In the future, you will definitely meet more outstanding men than Yang Liefeng!" Xiao Qing`er hurried over to support Xing Honglian and advise him, but there were also tears flowing from her eyes.

Although Xiao Qing`er had initially treated Yang Liefeng very well previously, because Xing Honglian liked him, she had unknowingly discovered that in her heart, Yang Liefeng was like a good friend to her. Yang Liefeng's death, was somewhat hard for her to accept.

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