"Senior Brother Long, beat him to death."

"Punish him out of the Xiaoyao Sect."

"Our Xiaoyao Sect does not need such a disciple who harms his fellow disciples."

Hearing so much joy, Long Feihu was even more excited, his actions became more ruthless and more domineering.

Ye Xiong seemed to be "influenced" his mood, and suddenly he was caught off guard and was in danger.

"After all, I'm still a newcomer. How can I compare with the sects outside with such a bad mood?" Seeing Ye Xiong in danger one after another, Zhao Mingde's voice was full of mockery.

"It is not easy for a newcomer to have such strength. Some of our disciples have practiced for more than ten or twenty years, but they are not as strong as him. Ye Xiong's mentality is a little worse and he lacks combat experience, but who doesn't need experience?"

Gu Yue spoke for Ye Xiong.

"I don't think it's possible."

Long Sanfeng snorted and stared at the stage with bright eyes.

Ye Xiong's tricks can deceive Long Feihu, but he can't. If he can't even see this trick, he will be in vain as the leader.

At this time, the situation on the field changed drastically. Ye Xiong was accidentally slapped onto the stage by Long Feihu's palm, and seemed to have suffered considerable injuries.

"My surname is Ye, I will destroy you today and avenge Duan Cheng'an."

Long Feihu finished speaking to Ye Xiong with a voice that could only be heard by two people, and slapped Ye Xiong's dantian with a fierce palm.

If this palm is hit, Ye Xiong's dantian will be destroyed, and the true energy that has been practicing for more than ten years will be destroyed.

What a cruel method!

"Senior Brother Long, he's ruined."

"Born him."

"Born him."

A fierce shout sounded off the court, and the sound pierced Ye Xiong's heart like a needle, making his inner anger reach a critical point.

Ye Xiong looked at Long Sanfeng and saw that he was still standing in his seat. Although he couldn't bear it, he did not take any action to stop him. He was a little discouraged.

In Long Sanfeng's heart, he was always an outsider, and even if Long Feihu hurt him, he would not take action.

Since that's the case, don't blame me for ruining your most proud disciple.

Ye Xiong's eyes surged, and his right fist secretly condensed the Heavenly Thunder Fist.

This move is the third move of Tianlei Fist. It requires a lot of true energy, but its destructive power is also amazing.

After entering the third level of mastery, his realm is already the same as Long Feihu. With such a close attack, he will be disabled even if he does not die.

boom!

Tianlei punches, and then comes first, and directly punches the dragon and tiger dantian.

Long Feihu's palm was only a few centimeters away from Ye Xiong's lower abdomen. Unfortunately, he would never be able to hit Ye Xiong in his life.

The sound of thunder sounded, and Long Feihu's body was knocked out, breaking several thick fences on the ring, and the sound of the bulging fell to the ground. He didn't even have time to hum, and he vomited blood.

Dizzy.

Quiet, dead silence.

Dozens of people stood in the field, like a cemetery, without any sound.

Who would have thought that in just a moment, Long Feihu, who had completely gained the upper hand just now, would suddenly be knocked down from the ring and become unknown.

Ye Xiong's anger suddenly burst out. He stood by the ring and roared angrily at dozens of Xiaoyao Sect disciples off the field.

"Call me, you guys!"

"Roar, you're all mute?"

"Don't you really want to ruin me? Come on, come up and hit me?"

"A coward, lying on grass."

Ye Xiong raised his middle finger off the field and vented his anger.

The disciples on the field did not dare to speak, and were stared at by Ye Xiong, and they did not dare to look at him in front of him.

Before Long Feihu fell into the ring, Long Sanfeng jumped down and put his hand on his wrist to explore his pulse.

He was not dead, but his dantian was completely destroyed. The true energy he had worked hard to practice for more than ten years was completely destroyed. Even after he recovered, he was just a mortal.

"I will never forgive you when I actually took this harsh action."

Long Sanfeng's figure shook, reached the ring and slapped it out with a palm.

The palm was surging and surging, and the overwhelming momentum made Ye Xiong almost breathless, feeling a suffocating.

Is this the method of the fourth level of true qi? It's so terrifying.

Ye Xiong knew that his strength was too far apart from Long Sanfeng, and he would be a dead end if he resisted. In desperation, he shouted: "President, I am now the number one young master of the Xiaoyao Sect. Do you really want to kill me?"

This sentence was like a heavy punch, hitting Long Sanfeng hard in the heart, and his palm power suddenly tilted.

With a loud yell, a corner of the ring was smashed by this palm and collapsed half of it.

This is a ring made of rocks, which shows how powerful this fist is. If it hits a person, it will be great.

Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have to meet the King of Hell.

From the first time he saw Long Sanfeng, Ye Xiong knew that he was a very respectful person.

Long Feihu is his beloved disciple. He doesn't want people to know that the disciple he taught was gossiped about, so he often turns a blind eye to Long Feihu's affairs. Long Feihu relies on his own status.

And he was unrestrained again and again.

Now Long Feihu is deposed, Duan Chengan is seriously injured and dizzy, and the Xiaoyao Sect has no disciple who can take advantage of it. If he kills Ye Xiong, who will be sent to participate in the sect competition?

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to send someone out casually? So he stopped immediately.

Two figures jumped down from the stage, and Zhao Mingde and Gu Yue also surrounded him.

"Senior Brother, how is Feihu?" Zhao Mingde asked anxiously.

"The Dantian is destroyed and cannot be killed, but it is destroyed." Long Sanfeng's true energy is input into Long Feihu's body.

Long Feihu woke up slowly, spit out a mouthful of blood, and was about to struggle to stand up, but his body shook and fell softly to the ground.

"My dantian, my true energy, what's going on?" Long Feihu shouted frantically.

Looking at the crazy Long Feihu, Ye Xiong had no sympathy. If it weren't for his Sky Thunder Fist, he would have been destroyed just now. He would never be ruthless to those who wanted to kill him.

"Ye Xiong, if you dare to destroy my dantian, I will kill you."

Long Feihu struggled and rushed towards Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong flew up and kicked Long Feihu in the chest, kicking him a dog to eat shit.

With Long Feihu's current strength, even Ye Xiong can poke him to death with just one finger.

"Master, you must destroy him and avenge me."

Long Feihu had no choice but to walk to Long Sanfeng and kneel in front of him, hoping that he could see that he was his personal disciple and help him avenge him.

"Lu San, Wang Wu, you take Feihu back and have a good rest." Long Sanfeng ordered.

In a simple sentence, he was given up by flying dragons and flying tigers as if falling into an ice kiln, and his body collapsed on the ground.

"Master, Ye Xiong injured your personal disciple like this, and you won't punish him. Who dares to be your disciple in the future? Who will still obey you in the future? How can you become the head of this sect?" Long Feihu roared.

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"presumptuous!"

Long Sanfeng swung his hand and slapped Long Feihu hard on the face, slapped him out.

"You are the one who takes the poison first. Now you are being raped. This is retribution. You are so embarrassed to ask me to help you take revenge. It is really a shame to accept you as a disciple. Lu Sanwang Wu, take him down."

Sanfeng roared angrily.

"Ye Xiong, even if you are a ghost, you won't let you go." Long Feihu kept roaring.

It’s a pity that it’s useless for him to yell, and no one can help him stand up.
Chapter completed!