Ye Xuanlin, the number one disciple of the Yuan infant period, heard a blast of Feng Chen's mad words, and his folding fan shook suddenly.

With a touch of idiot-like eyes, stared at Feng Chen for a long time.

"It's ridiculous, ridiculous? Don't think that if you win Wan Yan, you don't know the sky is high, you really don't know if you live or die."

Song Zhe, who was called a fat by Feng Chen, hummed softly, disdainful.

"I do not know if your life is a matter of life or death? You are not my opponent. Don't blame yourself."

Feng Chen's sharp eyes stared at Song Zhe, coldly.

"Crazy, crazy, this kid is really crazy, so bloated! So excited!"

"Brother Song Zhe, fuck, it's too arrogant!"

"Oh ..." The real people on the high stage of the Xiaoxiao also looked at each other, this kid really dare to do it!

"Your boy's breath is so great, I'll wait for Laozi to clean up you!" Song Zhe stepped a bit, and an afterimage glided across, and he appeared on the stage.

"Your name is Zhe Zhe?" Feng Chen asked, touching his nose, secretly in his heart, saying, "It's not good to take a name, it's better to take that name."

"Lao Tzu will not change his name, he will not change his name, so is Song Zhe!" The fat man lifted his head and held his chest up.

"Noise!"

The voice fell to the ground, and Feng Chen's two fists slammed. The real elements in his body burst into bursts. The real elements in his body flowed through the whole body like a flowing river, converging on the two fists.

"boom!"

With a punch, he blasted at the fat man named Song Zhe with unparalleled momentum.

This unparalleled breath carried layers of air waves in all directions, and the whole martial arts field shook under the punch of Feng Chen.

"Escape!" Song Zhe had this idea the first time.

In the face of Feng Chen's sudden blow, Song Zhe's face was pale, and his heart was shocked. Under Feng Chen's blow, he felt like his body was frozen, but he could n’t even face the punch. With a little resistance, as if, at this moment, Feng Chen is heaven.

Song Zhe couldn't escape, he already felt that he was locked in by this punch.

"Bang!" The sound was crisp.

Song Zhe couldn't escape, and had to consolidate his true body to resist with both hands. In his heart, he was known for his physical strength, and he didn't think he couldn't handle the punch.

It's just that Feng Chen's momentum is too appalling.

The two punches collided to form layers of air waves, which spread rapidly around the center of Yanwu.

"Hey ..." Under this punch, Song Zhe was directly boxed by Feng Chen and flew backwards. No different from Wan Yan, he was kicked off the martial arts field.

His arms were numb with shock and blood spit in his mouth.

Song Zhe flushed, sweat dripped from her forehead.

"Oh ..." Song Zhe covered her chest with one hand, and blood poured out constantly.

"I said that you were the only one to blame yourself, and that your name is too bad, and you want me to kill you!"

Feng Chen's eyes were narrow, and he looked at Song Zhe who was hit by a punch.

Feng Chen once again blinded everyone's dog eyes with the thunder. Even though they all thought that Feng Chen's fist had a sneak attack component in it, they really hit Brother Song Zhe with a punch. Field, this is strength.

"Don't look at him. Come up if you have the skills. You won't even know your mother if I've hit him."

Feng Chen shook at his feet, and the whole man stood up in the air, suspended in mid-air, and the power of the king was vividly displayed at this moment.

The Yanwu Stadium was silent. Thousands of eyes were watching Feng Chen suspended in the air at the same time. At this moment, Feng Chen really angered them.

"Boy, you look for death!"

Ye Xuanlin, a thin man holding a folding fan, closed the folding fan in his hand, moved under his feet, a blue light flashed, flew into the air, and floated opposite the sealed dust.

"Fuck him!"

Suddenly there were a few strange things in the crowd, and several rays flashed into the void.

For a time, the monks below the Yanwu field successively flew to mid-air, and they were full of glory. They all held their own magic weapon in their hands and pointed at Feng Chen.

"Boy, don't blame us for deceiving more, but blame your boy for being too crazy!"

Suddenly, there were hundreds of monks in the late Yuanying period who flew into the air, suspended opposite Feng Feng. At this moment, their spirits increased a lot, because at this moment, not a single person, but a group of people doing him one. If faced alone, they would not have so much confidence.

"He ... where's the confidence to overcome such a diverse infantry disciple?"

The eyes of the wonderful woman beside Ziyue were shocked and murmured.

"I think he can win!"

Zi Yue's eyes were dazzling after being instructed by Feng Chen. After saying this, she was surprised and had an inexplicable feeling.

"Boy, this is what you asked for, look!"

Ye Xuanlin, the head of a disciple of the Yuan infant period, held a folding fan, and the true elements of the whole body scattered like a wave. The stars flashed on the folding fan, and the aura flowed. This humble folding fan turned out to be a magic weapon .

Ye Xuanlin condensed Zhenyuan took the lead. Some monks around him saw the situation and ran the Zhenyuan in their bodies. The condensing method attacked Feng Chen, and they did not want to waste the chance of hitting the water dog.

For a time, the performance of the martial arts field was full of brilliance, and there was a flash of light everywhere.

"Hey, it's over!" Some monks who did not go to war closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look directly.

Hundreds of Yuan infant disciples attacked, how could the three brothers Hu Han take it down, they must be blasted into meat.

"Oh, that's a bit of a meaning!" Feng Chen was not panic-stricken, as if he was calm, as if Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing the color.

"This kid is scared, isn't there still time to be emotional there?"

"Don't say it, don't say it, I can't bear to see the final result!"

Some monks started to talk again and talk non-stop.

Ye Xuanlin, holding a folding fan, rushed to Feng Chen's front, raised his hand, and rushed towards Feng Chen's front door. If this move was implemented, Feng Chen would be hit hard.

In addition, Ye Xuanlin, as the first disciple of Yuan Ying, was not bragging. His methods were sinister and vicious. He attacked Fengchen's face door with one hand, and clasped a top-grade magic weapon with one hand, and a silver needle like a hidden weapon struck Fengchen's abdomen. This measure was implemented, and whether Fengchen could keep Yuanying's Both said.

"Despicable!" Ziyue Dai's eyebrows tightened, her breathing suddenly quickened, her nervousness couldn't work, and her face worries climbed up to her playful face.

"Come here!" Feng Chen opened his throat and roared, turning his right hand, and the crystal clear falling feather Feijian was taken by him in shock.

Feng Chen's body shuddered, and his true mana burst into fullness.