"Yang Feng, when he first entered the academy, he used a holy path to fight against the holy path of hundreds of schools. Let me take a look at what kind of excellence is your holy path, so it is so powerful?"

"Oh, I didn't have the honor to see you last time, so I should have a good experience this time.

Miluo's ghost path, the great way to Saint Yang!"

"With the legend of one against a hundred, the mysterious holy path that no one can break, let those of us who have understood the way of God unravel its secrets, hum."

...Talking, before the argument between Yang Feng and Na Miluo began, the surrounding area was already full of people, and it was a very popular venue.

Yang Feng looked at the big guys around him, then looked at the fierce look on the opposite side. He was nervous and sweating all over, and coughed twice, "That... let's talk about the aisle?"

All the winners and losses are decided, what else can be argued?

You give up."

"You can't admit defeat, you can't admit defeat. No matter how bad you lose, you can't admit defeat!"

However, before Miluo could speak, the people below began to roar.

Yang Feng was angry and cursed: "I admit defeat, are you doing your bad things?

Wouldn't it be good for you to give someone a decent opportunity to step down?

Why are you all such people?

Do you like to watch jokes from others?”

"Sage Yang, please give me advice!"

But, Miluo also agreed with the shouting below, clasped his fists and was eager to try it out.

After a stagnation, Yang Feng's face became hard, and Can smiled twice and said, "Brother, don't fight meaninglessly.

It doesn't matter to me, but if you break your face by me, and your arms and legs are broken, you will be embarrassing.

Following my advice, it’s not good to turn back, is it bad to maintain a decent position?”

"Sage Yang, thank you for your kindness."

With a smile, Miluo said, "Since I discussed the Tao with Saint Yang last time, Miluo has already felt that the difference between him and Saint Yang is so big that I cannot do anything to do.

But since I listened to the great way of the heavenly masters in these fourteen days, I have benefited a lot. Even though I have not mastered the divine way, the pure holy way has been a thousand miles a day.

It is a great honor to be able to ask Saint Yang for advice this time.

Even if I lose, I can still know how big the gap is between me and Saint Yang. Please give me advice.”

Well... you guys, why are you so persistent?

Yang Feng clenched his fists in anger, but he still waved his hands and said, "Hey, I'm so strong, I'm afraid I'll beat you out anyway. If..." "Sage Yang, I heard that you were imprisoned by Dean Lu for fourteen days and I didn't have the chance to listen to the sermon of the Heavenly Master."

Suddenly, a wicked smile flashed across the corner of Miluo's mouth and murmured: "That means that your holy path has not made any progress in these fourteen days. Are you afraid that my current ghost path has surpassed your holy path, right?"

"What did you say?

I'm afraid of you?

You don’t think about it carefully. I was fighting more than 100 times at that time. Can you fight more than 100 times now?

I guess you will be very difficult to beat ten ones, you surpass me?"

"Then why don't you dare to face the challenge?"

As soon as the corner of his mouth curled, Mi Luo stretched out a hand, made a gesture of invitation, and said provocatively: "Sage Yang, I will give you the next opportunity to ask you for advice."

If I lose, I will still be honored even if I lose, but once I win, it will be avenge my shame, hum."

With a solemn expression, Yang Feng's brows became deeply solemn.

He knew that he could not avoid this battle, and the other party could not give up, so he could only face the challenge.

However, if he had fought with him with dignity, he had not even broken through the holy path and was no match for him at all, so he could only surprise him.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded heavily: "Very good, then don't blame me for being rude.

The holy path I want to show is to shock the world, to weep ghosts and gods, to change the color of the wind and clouds, to destroy the world, you must be careful... Hey, Dean Lu, why did you fly down?"

"Director Lu?"

Yang Feng suddenly looked up at Miluo behind him. Miluo and the spectators all looked in his direction, but before they could react, what was going on? Yang Feng had already kicked Miluo in the face.

"Ask the move, look at my Tianma meteor kick!"

Touch! The corner of Miluo's mouth tilted and he immediately flew towards the edge of the Taoist platform.

Everyone around was shocked when they saw this.

I'm going, aren't it about discussing the truth? I'm using my own holy way to compete. Why is this saint Yang still driving his fists?

Humph, so what if you punch and kick?

Who says you can’t punch and kick when discussing the Tao?

Does the college have clear regulations?

Since there isn't, just knock the other party off the stage.

After rolling his eyes, Yang Feng ignored the surprise of the saints. He saw that Miluo's body was slowing down, and he was probably not enough to fly out of the field, so he stepped forward again, stepped up, and prepared to make up for another kick.

"Let the waterfall flow against the flow, Lushan Shenglong kick..." "Ghost path, soul-leaving curse!"

However, as soon as Yang Feng's body approached Mi Luo, he suddenly felt a sudden headache, as if countless steel needles were pierced into his head, and as if countless ants were climbing all over his body, which made him feel in great pain and even his soul was about torn apart.

Ah...Puff! Wailing, Yang Feng fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

Miluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up slowly, looked at the painful Yang Feng, and smiled evilly: "Sage Yang, everyone is a civilized person."

I will make friends with you, you may not be authentic when you suddenly fist."

"Ah...stop, you...stop..." Without answering him, Yang Feng just hugged his head and wailed, while his blood-filled eyes stared at the back of Miluo. He saw that Miluo was completely surrounded by countless shrill faces, howling and roaring, like an evil ghost in the eighteenth level of hell.

After gritting his teeth tightly, Yang Feng understood in his heart that this was his way, the ghost way.

Miluo looked at Yang Feng, who had already curled up in a place and lost his combat power, and said contemptuously: "See, I have seen this, I have seen all the ghosts in the world and the ghosts.

In front of my Taoist tradition, you will personally feel the pain of those shrill and wronged souls.

The deepest pain in the world will be tasted in your heart.

When you can't stand it, your soul will tear apart."

"No, don't...stop..." Yang Feng wailed, gritting his teeth tightly.

When everyone around him saw this, they showed doubts on their faces. Why did Saint Yang suddenly become so weak and didn’t quickly use his holy path to protect his soul?

"Sage Yang, hurry up and display your holy path! It's just a ghost path, won't you be unable to deal with it, right?"

Without saying anything, Yang Feng just shook his head hard, but the pain on his face was obvious.

"Sage Yang!"

At this time, Miluo showed a look of contempt: "Is my holy path progressing too quickly, or is your holy path regressing?

Why can't I feel that you have any power to control the laws?

Where did you use one to fight against a hundred?

Show it! I really want to see you again, the unfathomable holy path you had at the time, hahaha!"

Q: Mi Luo was laughing wildly, Yang Feng clenched his fists tightly, but he kept gritting his teeth and making no sound.

The pain in his body made him unable to make a sound again.
Chapter completed!