Ye Yun took a deep breath and opened his eyes calmly.

Yu Minghong's eyes were always on Ye Yun's body. When he saw that there was only a little medium-grade spirit stone left in Ye Yun's palm and was almost absorbed, he couldn't help but brow, his eyes were full of surprise and shock.

However, this ray of surprise and shock flashed by, and then he regained his face full of kindness and humility.

"Junior Brother Yu, thank you." Ye Yun put away two medium-grade spirit stones and turned to him and said.

"Senior Brother Ye, you are too polite. Even if your cultivation has not been restored, I am no match for you. I am just doing personal favors." Yu Minghong said sincerely, looking at Ye Yun, with a hint of respect on his face.

"I remember this love." Ye Yun nodded and turned to look at the ring.

"Ye Yun, what are you waiting for? Mother-in-law and mother, I said that this decisive battle must be between you and me, come up quickly!" Duan Chenfeng had already jumped onto the ring and shouted impatiently as he looked at Ye Yun.

Duan Chenfeng is arrogant, arrogant, annoying, but it has to be said that his cultivation is indeed very strong. If Jun Ruolan and Murong Wuhen had not appeared, then his cultivation could be said to be the strongest among the new disciples.

In the eyes of some people, arrogance doesn't matter, as long as you have enough strength to defeat all opponents who don't like you.

At least, among these new disciples, it seems that no one can beat Duan Chenfeng.

Ye Yun frowned slightly, jumped up and landed on the ring.

He looked at Duan Chenfeng opposite and looked at the crowds under the ring. Before the competition for the new disciples began, although he really hoped that he could fight to the end, to be honest, he knew in his heart that it would be very difficult to enter the finals. Because he felt that this group of new disciples would not let you defeat so easily. Disciples who can pass the assessment might hide their true strength and strive for the greatest benefit for themselves at critical moments.

In fact, as he inferred, many disciples did hide their cultivation and revealed them one by one when they sprinted to the quarterfinals.

Ye Yun met Murong Wuhen.

Ye Yun didn't know what Murong Wuhen's cultivation was. He also believed that what Murong Wuhen said was that the realm was only the fifth level of body refining the inner breath realm, but it was also the inner breath realm, and the gap was almost indescribable in words.

Ye Yun himself is in the inner breath realm, but the majestic and purity of his spiritual power is almost unparalleled in the same realm. He believes that even Duan Chenfeng cannot be compared with the majestic and purity of his spiritual power.

However, Murong Wuhen can do it. Not only can he, he should also at least beat Ye Yun. Otherwise, he would not be able to wait until Ye Yun takes action and use his strength to break the power, but it is just right, so that the power of the two people will be completely eliminated. In addition to the vigorous and pure spiritual power, he also has incredible control. At least this control power is something that Ye Yun dares not imagine now.

Murong Wuhen is also at the fifth level of the Body Refining Realm, but his true strength is far superior to Ye Yun.

This is a true genius, a disciple who is as amazing as a monster. Murong Wuhen's future cultivation will be limitless. If he continues to develop normally, he will inevitably become one of the most powerful disciples of the entire Tianjian Sect.

Because of Murong Wuhen's appearance, after passing the external disciple assessment, Ye Yun, who was a little happy and proud in his heart, immediately felt the gap with the real genius, which made him clearly realize how weak his strength was.

The master of black and white light and shadow, the young man and woman in black clothes and white skirts. Jun Ruolan, who glanced at the appraisal of the outer disciples, and Murong Wuhen in the new disciple competition, their appearance not only did not make Ye Yun feel any pressure, but instead had the goal of catching up and a clear pursuit.

"It's just frogs in the well, why bother to open their teeth and claws?" Ye Yun looked at Duan Chenfeng and slowly raised his head, without any murderous aura in his eyes, but he was indescribable.

"Ye Yun, you are really an alien. I didn't read you wrong." Duan Chenfeng's face was still arrogant, but his eyes were filled with indescribable meanings.

Ye Yun glanced at him lightly and said, "Senior Brother Duan, you can start, otherwise Elder Lan might be angry again."

"It's right. It's better to end it early, or to choose immortal skills early and receive spirit stones."

Duan Chenfeng laughed loudly, then stepped out, and the white light shone on his right hand, and the imitation of Big Sun boxing gloves suddenly appeared. In his left hand, his folding fan that was often held in his hand suddenly emitted circles of inspiration, and the fluctuations in spiritual power were no less than imitations of Big Sun boxing gloves!

This folding fan that he often holds in his hands is actually a spiritual weapon!

The two spiritual weapons, and they are also spiritual weapons of extraordinary quality, are completely incomparable to monks of ordinary origins.

"Senior Brother Duan is worthy of being the royal family of Kyoto. He is indeed rich in his family. Two spiritual weapons of such quality are really enviable."

Many new disciples present couldn't help but speak out.

"This is just a low-grade spiritual weapon. When my cultivation reaches the Qi Refining Realm, even a medium-grade spiritual weapon is no problem." Duan Chenfeng suddenly became even more arrogant when he heard that voice.

A medium-grade spiritual weapon is no problem!

Duan Chenfeng's words almost made everyone gasp, and even Elder Lan and others had a sharp light in their eyes.

Middle-grade spiritual weapons are very precious. They are usually only qualified to own them by disciples from the inner mountain peaks of Tianzhu Peak. Occasionally, some outer disciples with excellent potential will be given, but for a hundred years, it is said that there are only three people in total.

Looking at the entire Tianzhu Peak, even those purple-robed disciples should not have medium-grade or above spiritual weapons in their hands.

Duan Chenfeng's crazy words immediately made people admire him again. Could it be that the Kyoto royal family is so luxurious? Or maybe Duan Chenfeng has a high status in the Kyoto royal family?

There was no touch on Ye Yun's face, as if the medium-grade spiritual weapon was not of great value in his eyes. His eyes fell on Duan Chenfeng, but he found that a trace of almost imperceptible coldness and anger flashed across this guy's lustful face.

Logically speaking, almost everyone was shocked at this moment by his crazy words, "Even a medium-grade spiritual weapon is no problem." According to his personality, he should be proud and arrogant.

However, Ye Yun saw a fleeting trace of coldness and anger on his face.

This is a completely weird look.

Ye Yun's eyes flashed violently, but his face was still calm and he said slowly: "Please."

"You actually want to fight me empty-handed?" Duan Chenfeng frowned when he saw Ye Yun not taking out the Obsidian Sword at all, "Although your spiritual weapon was of a little worse quality just now, it could at least increase your attack. Why don't you use it?"

Ye Yun glanced at him expressionlessly, "Senior Brother Duan, are you worried about me?"

"It seems that there is too much nonsense."

Duan Chenfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the fierce light flashed, and his hands roared. Under the amplification of his majestic spiritual power, the big sun fist glove burst out with dazzling white light. From a distance, it looked like a scorching sun, held in his palm.

He lifted his right fist and hit Ye Yun at any time.

Duan Chenfeng was just preparing his power and had not yet hit it, but many black-robed disciples had already felt that the power contained in this punch exceeded the power of Qu Yiping's full strength and one sword before.

"What a powerful force, it's hard to imagine that the new disciples would have such a strong spiritual power."

"It's not just a matter of spiritual power, but the key is his realm. Why did I suddenly realize that I couldn't see clearly?"

"Hey, it turns out that this is true. His realm was completely covered up and it was impossible to see at all. Could it be that he was still using the technique of concealing his cultivation at this time?"

Many disciples looked at Duan Chenfeng on the ring with a surprised look on their faces.

Duan Chenfeng from Kyoto really shocked them. He had spiritual weapons one after another, and there were probably many immortal skills. As for his cultivation, he couldn't see through it.

With a loud bang, Duan Chenfeng had already taken action, and the white light shone brightly, and he punched Ye Yun's chest.

Ye Yun's eyelids slightly sank. He took a step forward, and a faint soft light shone on his fists, and he punched Duan Chenfeng in a row.

Both of them have extremely powerful spiritual power, and they don’t know the winner or loser just by competing spiritual power. However, in the eyes of the disciples under the arena, Duan Chenfeng, who has imitations of the big sun boxing gloves, should win a little.

Bang!

The two fists collided fiercely, and the light and shadow on the ring burst into flames. Between the light and shadow, the two figures did not retreat, but instead shot up and fought fiercely in the air. The sound of iron fists colliding constantly came, banging and banging.

These two people had no skills or fancy skills at all, and they competed with spiritual power.

With just a few breaths, the two of them punched dozens of punches from jumping up from the air to falling, but no matter who it was, they did not let the other party retreat a step.
Chapter completed!