Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 239 Ye Feng wins, but doubts remain

Looking at Ye Feng's two magic swords hanging in front of his head.

Qin Keke's face was pale.

She couldn't believe that she lost!

From the beginning to the end of the fight, her strength was not fully utilized at all.

Her advantage lies in the long-range attack of the Lieyun Immortal Sword, which activates the Flame Sword Technique and is extremely powerful.

But she had no chance to activate the sword technique remotely.

He could only fight Ye Feng in close combat with swords.

Ye Feng's Eight Desolate Sword is a powerful weapon for close combat defense.

Using one's own weaknesses to attack others' strengths is extremely foolish from any perspective.

But Qin Keke really had no choice.

When she was entangled by the purple-green rusty sword in the air, she could feel that if she did not come down from the sky and fight Ye Feng in close combat, she would be killed by the strange purple-green rusty sword within half an incense stick of time.

That sword was so weird. It looked rusty and could break at any time. It didn't emit a dazzling glow. The green light indicated that it was made of wood.

It was clearly just a broken sword of inferior quality, but every impact made Qin Keke unable to withstand it.

After only exchanging dozens of sword blows with the Purple-Green Rust Sword, her right arm holding the sword became numb and she simply could not continue.

At this moment, everyone on and off the stage was waiting for Qin Keke's response.

Ye Feng's two magic swords were already pointed at her head. If it was a life-and-death fight, her head and body would have been separated.

But now we are in the ring, and the competition will not endanger lives.

If Qin Keke doesn't admit defeat, it's not impossible for her to fight again.

However, Qin Keke knew that even if she fought again, the result would be the same.

As long as Ye Feng's purple-green rusty sword was there, she had no chance of winning.

Qin Keke closed her eyes and sighed.

"I...I lost."

When the referee saw Qin Keke admit defeat, he removed the magic circle and walked onto the stage.

Ye Feng pointed his finger and the two immortal swords flew directly back into the scabbards behind him.

He didn't seem overly excited.

His expression was so calm that it seemed strange.

Even though the disciples watching the fight around the ring had witnessed it with their own eyes, they still couldn't accept the fact that Ye Daba had defeated Qin Keke.

Because Qin Keke's loss was too strange.

The power of the Lieyun Immortal Sword was not even fully utilized before he was defeated, which made everyone confused.

The onlookers pointed and talked at the two people on the stage.

Some sighed, some were depressed.

Did you see Ye Feng feeling very disappointed after being beaten up?

There is also discussion about whether Qin Keke was letting the game go.

There were all sorts of discussions.

Of course, the Three Tyrants, the Seven Bad Guys, Huang Ling'er, Xiao Man and others were raising their hands high and cheering for Ye Feng.

The referee elder said loudly: "Ye Feng wins this competition. Please prepare yourselves to go on stage, disciples number 446."

Instead of moving directly to the next match, several disciples from Zhikeyuan went onto the stage and began to repair or replace the broken stone slabs.

Qin Keke had stood up at this moment and put away the Lieyun Sword.

She still had most of her true energy left in her body and didn't need anyone's help to get down.

Ye Feng was still standing on the ring, and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

The referee prepared to step down from the ring.

Feeling something was wrong again, he turned around and saw Ye Feng walking to the north side of the arena, looking around with his eyes flashing, as if looking for something.

The referee elder said: "Ye Feng, did you lose something?"

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "No."

The referee elder asked, "Then why don't you go down?"

Ye Feng did not answer, his eyes fixed on a young man below the ring.

He suddenly let out a strange cry, pointed at the young man, and shouted, "You little bastard, get right here! I told you I'll deal with you after the competition!"

After saying that, Ye Feng jumped directly down from the ring.

The young man didn't seem to expect Ye Feng to be so vindictive.

It was just that when Ye Feng fell on the stage, I laughed at him.

Thousands of people were laughing at the time, so why did he choose to argue with me?

When the young man was confused, Ye Feng pounced on him from the sky like a hungry tiger and knocked him to the ground.

Ye Feng rode on him and started punching him.

He beat her while shouting, "You'll laugh at me! I said...I'll mess with you! I'll definitely...meat you...and beat you to death!"

There is no one watching the competition alone, everyone comes in groups.

Before Ye Feng could throw a few punches, he was pulled away by the young man's companion.

"Ye Daba, you're looking for death! Beat him up!"

Countless punches and kicks came from all directions, but Ye Feng was not afraid at all, as if he could fight ten thousand people alone.

There was chaos on the north side of the ring, with screams and cries heard everywhere.

The referee elder on the ring, as well as several disciples from the Zhikeyuan, were all staring at the scene below in amazement.

No one expected Ye Feng to be so brave that he actually jumped down and fought with dozens of people.

"Ye Daba was beaten!"

"Leave one foot for me!"

"I'm going to kick him too!"

There were countless shouts around, and many people participated in the siege of Ye Feng.

There's no way around it. He's not popular and has offended too many people, all wanting to take advantage of the chaos to give him a hard time.

"Oh no! Brother Feng got beaten!"

On the periphery, the Three Tyrants and Seven Bad Guys and others were shocked to see the chaos in the crowd in front of them.

This group of scumbags has no other advantages, but they are very loyal.

There are too many people in front of me and I can't squeeze through.

So this group of guys flew over into the air.

Miao Xiaorou watched Fu Jinghong leave with several external disciples, chatting and laughing. She said, "Second Senior Brother, Junior Brother Ye Feng got beaten up, and you...you didn't stop it?"

Fu Jinghong shrugged and said, "How can I stop the sparring between fellow apprentices? Okay, let's go to another arena to watch the competition first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, screams suddenly rang out in the crowd.

Many people were knocked out.

The screams of "ouch ouch" were endless.

The smile on Fu Jinghong's face froze slightly.

It seemed that he didn't expect them to fight so fiercely.

When Sanba and others flew above the battle circle, there were already more than a dozen people lying on the ground. Ye Feng was squatting with his arms protecting his handsome cheeks.

He felt that his fists and feet were gone, and when he opened his eyes, he saw many disciples lying around him, and a young man in white standing next to him.

He has seen this man before.

Hong Jiu, a disciple of the Third Master, Master Yulin, used the blazing sky-burning technique yesterday.

It was obvious that it was Hong Jiu who knocked them down.

Hong Jiu reached out and pulled Ye Feng up.

Said: "Junior Brother Ye, are you okay?"

Ye Feng shook his head slightly and said, "Brother Hong...you...you beat these people down? Why are you helping me?"

Hong Jiu said slowly: "I owed you a favor, and I said I would repay you."

Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat.

He realized that the original owner knew this Hong Jiu!

"Brother!"

"Brother Feng!"

The Three Tyrants, the Seven Bad Guys and others landed beside Ye Feng.

Baring his fangs and claws at everyone around him.

Naturally, everyone was unwilling to let this domineering boy go easily, and they were about to take action.

At this moment, Fu Jinghong walked over.

He originally didn't want to interfere in Ye Feng's affairs, but he didn't expect Hong Jiu to suddenly take action. In this case, he had to step forward.

After all, I am the one in charge of this year's inner sect examination. If anything goes wrong, I will be held jointly responsible.

"What's going on? What are you doing?"

Although Fu Jinghong always has a one-eyed "Shamatte" hairstyle, he still has a high authority in the Yunhai Sect, especially for the young disciples.

This number one figure on the Jiuzhou Ranking List, who won first place in the last Lingshan Competition, is the ultimate idol of countless young disciples.

This is not limited to the Yunhai Sect.

Many young disciples from other sects, as well as young independent cultivators, are Fu Jinghong's little fans.

Including the young disciples of the Demon Sect.

If Fu Jinghong was an unknown person, he would not have been able to compete with Dugu Changkong for that chair.

As soon as he appeared, the situation was immediately under control.

The young man who was beaten by Ye Feng earlier immediately said, "Second Brother, it was Ye Feng... It was Ye Feng who started this."

Ye Feng yelled, "Hey, hey, hey, if you keep talking nonsense I'll tear your mouth apart! You were the one who laughed at me earlier! I said in front of tens of thousands of people that I was going to get you. If I don't get you, how am I, Ye Feng, going to survive in the Yunhai Sect in the future?"

Fu Jinghong pinched his brows and said, "Stop talking now. This is the Yunhai Sect's sixty-year grand event. I don't want to deal with you. How about we end this matter here?"

Ye Feng looked at the young man with a bruised face and a swollen nose after being beaten by him, and grinned: "Now that Second Brother has come out, I won't bother with this guy. Ling'er, Xiao Man, Xiao Daji, let's go watch the competition!"

Ye Feng pulled Sanzhier from Su Daji's arms and started to stroke him.

Then he left with everyone.

Hong Jiu was about to leave, but Fu Jinghong reached out to stop him.

Hong Jiu frowned slightly.

I have to say that Hong Jiu's appearance is still amazing.

Everything about him was just a little ordinary, except his name.

Hong Jiu said, "Second Brother, what does this mean?"

Fu Jinghong stared at Hong Jiu with a playful look.

"Junior Brother Hong, I'm responsible for this fight. Please don't cause any more trouble for me."

Hong Jiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "You know, I never cause trouble."

Fu Jinghong asked, "How do you explain what happened today?"

Hong Jiu said: "I owed Junior Brother Ye a big favor in the past. I, Hong Jiu, have a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment, and I will not owe favors to anyone. Today's matter is me repaying him."

"You...you knew Junior Brother Ye Feng before?"

Fu Jinghong was a little surprised.

Hong Jiu asked, "Why? Second Senior Brother, do you think that I, Hong Jiu, don't have many friends?"

As he said that, Hong Jiu pushed away Fu Jinghong who was blocking his way and left in a leisurely manner.

Fu Jinghong looked at his white back, and his eyes changed slightly.

Before yesterday, among the 40,000 disciples in the entire Yunhai Sect, there were definitely no more than 300 who knew the name Hong Jiu.

There are probably less than fifty people who have seen Hong Jiu before.

How come Hong Jiu knows Ye Feng?

"Interesting, interesting..."

Fu Jinghong whispered to himself in his heart.

The small fight was over soon.

Everyone's attention returned to the exciting fight on the ring.

Ye Feng is very cool now.

Because he defeated Qin Keke, these guys flattered Ye Feng one after another.

What kind of dragon and phoenix among men, what kind of Taoism is all-powerful, what kind of young hero is this...

Ye Feng felt so comfortable while taking the photo.

Seeing Yue Yinling hiding behind Jin He and the others, Ye Feng pointed at her and said, "Sister Yinling, what did you say last night? If I beat Qin Keke, you'll admit that I'm number one in the world! Hurry up and call me number one in the world!"

Seeing that she couldn't hide anymore, Yue Yinling stood up, put her hands on her waist, and shouted rapidly: "Number one in the world, number one in the world, number one in the world..."

She repeated this seven or eight times, then said, "I admit that you are number one in the world. Are you satisfied now?"

Ye Feng scratched his head and suddenly felt a little depressed.

I thought Yue Yinling would deny it, so I thought of some pretentious words.

Unexpectedly, Yue Yinling would be so happy, which made Ye Feng feel like he had punched cotton with all his strength.

Ye Feng was very unhappy that he failed to act in front of Yue Yinling.

At this time, several pretty girls pushed aside Sanba and others and came to Ye Feng.

Nangong Yan said: "Xiaofeng, how did you defeat Qin Keke?"

Ye Feng was stunned and said, "How did I defeat her? Didn't you see it from the bottom of the arena? That's how I defeated her!"

Mei Xuehan said, "We saw it, but we didn't seem to understand it. Why did Qin Keke give up long-range activating the Flame Sword and fight you in close combat?"

Sun Qingqing said, "Yes, she clearly knows that her advantage lies in long-range attacks rather than close combat, so why would she take the initiative to fight you in close combat?"

Ye Feng's expression froze. He said, "You have to ask her. How would I know what's wrong with her mind..."

The Purple-Green Divine Sword is Ye Feng’s greatest trump card, so naturally he couldn’t tell these people about it.

A group of women surrounded Ye Feng, asking him what happened on the ring like followers.

Ye Feng kept silent about this matter and just kept bragging about how great he was.

When some are happy, others are sad.

Qin Keke is a worried person at this moment.

Many people who knew her asked her what happened, why she lost to that brat Ye Feng, and why she voluntarily gave up the sword technique long-range attack.

Qin Keke gritted her teeth and said, "Ye Feng's sword, called Ziqing, is very powerful. Its spiritual power is too strong. It is difficult for me to resist it. In the end, I had to give up long-range attacks and fight him in close combat."

"The sword?"

Everyone recalled Ye Feng's sword, which was covered with purple rust.

And they all knew that Ye Feng got the rusty sword from the sword tomb in the back mountain a few months ago.

If the Rusty Sword was passed down by Master Yulong, it might be very powerful.

But since the Rusty Sword came from the Sword Tomb in the Back Mountain, how powerful could it be?

Of the more than one hundred thousand immortal swords stuck on the cliff of the sword tomb, most of them are the lowest-level magic weapons, and there are only a few treasure weapons.

Spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, divine weapons...don't even think about it.

The sword in Qin Keke's hand is of immortal grade, so why can't it block a broken sword from the sword tomb?

Everyone was confused.