"Okay, I believe the young master can win, but the young master should be careful about that He Lianhao, that person is not a good person.
"good."
After Feng Mingye left, Yun Yaoling felt a little dizzy.
He didn't know whether it was because of refining the medicine last night or because of the sequelae of being touched by the red thread of the wood last night.
"Miss, do you want to take a rest?"
Feng Qi stayed to protect Yun Yaoling.
Seeing that Yun Yaoling was not in good spirits, Feng Qi asked with concern.
Miss Yun must be too tired from refining the medicine for the young master last night.
It was really hard.
If Miss Yun is so considerate of the young master, he will definitely protect Miss Yun.
"Okay, then I'll go take a nap first.
If I still haven't woken up after an hour, please ask Brother Feng Qi to wake me up."
Yun Yaoling heard the words and felt the same.
She is very tired now.
If the young master comes back, look If you are like this, you will definitely be worried.
"Okay, miss, go and have a rest."
Feng Qi nodded.
When Yun Yaoling returned to the room, her mind was a little confused.
She always felt that there was something important that she had forgotten to tell Feng Mingye.
But the exhaustion of her brain finally made her unable to hold on any longer, and she fell into a deep sleep.
At the martial arts conference.
Feng Mingye, who had recovered his strength, went into battle in person.
In the competition field, there were ten winners who challenged Feng Mingye one by one.
Speaking of it, this competition was unfair, but this rule was set by the ancestors of Dongfan Kingdom.
No one dared to break it.
Therefore, Feng Mingye Ming Ye had to fight ten people one by one, which was extremely exhausting.
The first person to appear was Lin Feiyu from the Lin family.
This girl practiced plain female swordsmanship.
Her swordsmanship was extraordinary and her cultivation level was around the fourth level of the acquired world.
Lin Feiyu had never seen Feng Mingye before, but now when he saw her, he found that Feng Mingye, who had re-cultivated, already had the fifth level of acquired cultivation.
Even if her swordsmanship was superb, she definitely would not be the fifth level of acquired cultivation.
As an opponent, she is self-aware.
"It seems that the rumors are indeed true.
Master Mingye, you have really recovered.
I will abstain from this battle."
Lin Feiyu was very free and easy.
After abstaining from voting, he left the competition field.
But no one laughed at Lin Feiyu's retreat, because in this world, the level of cultivation determines everything.
Next up was Yang Tianci from the Yang family.
Like Lin Feiyu, his cultivation level was also at the fourth level of acquired life.
However, he did not give up.
On the contrary, he was a little excited.
He looked at Feng Mingye, who was standing opposite to the wind. , cupped his fist, "please" "please" Feng Mingye returned the gift.
As soon as Yang Tianci and Feng Mingye finished speaking, he circulated the spiritual energy in his body and gathered it in his fists.
"Please be careful."
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As soon as Yang Tianci finished speaking, he rushed away towards Feng Mingye.
This is the Tyrant Fist, and anyone who hits it will definitely have their meridians cut off, which is why he reminded Feng Mingye.
However, just as his fist approached Feng Mingye, Feng Mingye suddenly disappeared.
When he came to his senses, he felt a pain in his back, and then he flew off the competition stage and almost fell down.
"Accepted" Feng Mingye's calm voice came from the martial platform.
Yang Tianci didn't even recover.
It was too fast.
Feng Mingye's speed was too fast.
Just now, he didn't even see Feng Mingye make a move and got off the stage.
"I admit defeat" is indeed the original genius.
Yang Tianci showed an admiring smile and was very candid.
"It's really useless.
I can't beat a loser, and the Yang family is nothing more than that."
Suddenly, a discordant male voice came from the high platform, which made Yang Tianci feel angry and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
Strongly pampering the devil's concubine: Evil Lord, too fierce :