Ye Feng's hands were like two iron pliers, tightly welded to its head. No matter how hard it struggled, it could not move at all.
"Don't move, it will be fine soon."
Ye Feng grinned, showing his white teeth.
The muscles in his arms bulged like a horned dragon, and an indescribable terrifying force exploded!
"Here! Me! Open!"
He let out a low shout, and violently tore his hands to both sides!
"Chi!"
Under the dull, frightened and unbelievable gazes of everyone in front of the water mirror.
That arrogant beast king in the late stage of immortality, the three-headed hell wolf, had two huge wolf heads on its left and right sides, and they were torn off by Ye Feng!
"Pfft!"
Two huge fountains of blood rose into the sky from the break in its neck.
"Ouch——!"
The only remaining head in the middle of the Hell Flame Wolf let out the last shrill and desperate howl in its life.
Its huge body fell to the ground, twitched a few times, then completely lost its vitality, turning into spots of light and dissipating in the sky.
On the spot, only a fist-sized, brilliant, top-quality demon core containing majestic energy was left.
And, two huge wolf heads that were still dripping with blood that Ye Feng casually threw on the ground.
In the square, you can hear a needle drop.
Everyone looked up and looked at the bloody and shocking picture in the water mirror, feeling that their souls were trembling.
Tear apart the beast king in the late stage of immortality!
Is this something a human can do?
This is the damn devil coming to the world!
"Gudong."
The two immortal deacons behind Elder Xuanchen, their legs gave way, and they collapsed on the ground, with dull faces, muttering to themselves: "Fake... it must be fake... There is something wrong with the illusion..."
Elder Xuanchen, Elder Chiyang, Elder Duanshui and other powerful immortal masters were also stiff, as if they had been struck by lightning.
They imagined that Ye Feng could win, and even thought that he would win relatively easily.
But they never dreamed that it would be such a... crushing and unreasonable way!
"The Art of Returning All Things to Origin."
In the illusion, Ye Feng opened his mouth and inhaled the huge energy left after the Beast King dissipated.
An invisible devouring power surged out. The majestic energy, together with the blood in the surrounding air, formed a huge vortex and poured into his body crazily.
"Well, not bad, a great supplement." Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction.
This scene was clearly seen by the elders from the outside world.
"Swallow... He can also swallow energy and use it for his own use! What kind of magic skill is this?"
"No! This is not a magic skill! This breath is pure and peaceful, rather like some kind of lost ancient secret method!"
The eyes of the elders became more fiery.
A monster with a divine and demonic prison-suppressing body, a powerful divine soul, and the ability to swallow energy for his own use... His value is already immeasurable!
At this moment, a figure rushed in from the other end of the valley looking slightly embarrassed.
It was a young man wearing white clothes, carrying a long sword on his back, and with a stern face.
He had several wounds on his body and his breath was slightly disordered. It was obvious that he had gone through a hard battle to get here.
He is one of the most promising geniuses in this trial, besides Ye Feng. Elder Jiange Duanshui has already appointed Ling Jianchen as his disciple.
He went through all the levels with a clear goal, which was to kill the Beast King and win the first place in the second level!
However, when he rushed into the valley, what he saw was a scene that made his heart tremble.
The remains of monster beasts are everywhere, and rivers of blood flow.
In the center of the valley, the casual cultivator named Ye Feng was kicking a huge wolf head aside with his feet with a look of disgust, and then bent down to pick up the top-quality demon core that represented the glory of the Beast King.
Ling Jianchen’s footsteps froze.
He looked at the demon core, then at the corpses on the ground, and finally, his eyes fell firmly on Ye Feng. The sword he was proud of, the meaning of his hard work, the glory he was bound to win...at this moment, they all became a joke.
He felt like a clown who tried his best to climb to the top of the mountain, only to find that someone had been picnicking on the top of the mountain in a flying boat for a long time.
A surge of extreme humiliation and unwillingness surged into my heart.
"Put down that demon core."
Ling Jianchen's voice was hoarse and cold.
Ye Feng picked up the demon core and was about to put it away in the storage ring. When he heard the sound, he raised his head and looked at the young man in white who suddenly appeared in front of him with interest.
In the late stage of Immortal cultivation, his aura is condensed, his sword intention is sharp, and his eyes have the aloofness and unruliness of being the boss of heaven and me being the second child.
Well, it’s another standard genius template.
"What did you say? The wind was too strong, so I couldn't hear clearly." Ye Feng picked his ears.
Ling Jianchen's face darkened, and the long sword behind him made a slight buzzing, and the sharp sword intent came out of his body and locked onto Ye Feng.
"I said, put down that demon core. It is mine."
Every word he spoke seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a chill in it.
"Yours?" Ye Feng was amused. He shook the top-quality demon core in his hand and drew a shining arc in front of Ling Jianchen's eyes. "Is your name written on it?"
"You!" A trace of anger flashed in Ling Jianchen's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
He took a deep breath and tried to sound calmer: "I prepared for this for three months and killed monsters all the way before I got here. I should have killed this beast king."
< br>"Oh." Ye Feng nodded, "So? You ran all the way here, and then you found that the Beast King had been killed by me. You felt unbalanced and wanted me to give you the spoils?"
Ye Feng's words were simple and crude, and they directly tore through Ling Jianchen's disguise.
Ling Jianchen’s face instantly turned the color of pig liver.
"I'm not asking you to give in, but to take back what is rightfully mine!" He said sternly, "You are just opportunistic. You are just taking advantage of me to clean up the surrounding monsters and get one step ahead!"
"Pfft."
Ye Feng couldn't hold it back and laughed.
"Brother, did you just wake up? Your brain is not online yet?" Ye Feng pointed to the corpses on the ground, "Which of your eyes saw that I was opportunistic? I solved these things, including that big guy, by myself. When you came here, I finished all the work, and now you tell me that this trophy is yours? Did you use the city wall to build your face?"
Outside world, before Shuijing.
Everyone looked at this sudden scene in the fantasy world, and their expressions became strange.
"It's Ling Jianchen! He actually faced off against Ye Feng!"
"Now there's something exciting to watch! Ling Jianchen is a swordsman prodigy who is said to be rare in a century. It is said that he has realized the realm of "the integration of man and sword", and his combat power is far beyond the same level!"
"But what he is facing is the monster Ye Feng..."
Elder Duanshui frowned tightly. Ling Jianchen was his favored disciple. Naturally, he did not want Ling Jianchen and Ye Feng to conflict now. But with Ling Jianchen's aloof and aloof temper, he also knew that once he determined something, even the Nine Bulls would not be able to pull him back.