Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng’s smile froze.
At this mont, Ye Qingfeng wished he could chop the Grave-digging Dragon into seven or eight pieces.
What the hell, could this be any more of a damn scam?
At the sa ti, Ye Qingfeng heard the voice of the Grave-digging Dragon by his ear.
"Ye, this ti Lord Dragon helped you big ti. Don’t you want to enhance your strength quickly?"
"The Ouyang Family is such a big clan; it should be enough to pressure you. By then, when your strength has improved, don’t forget to thank Lord Dragon."
"Just catch a few pretty girls to serve as maids for Lord Dragon."
The complacent voice of the Grave-digging Dragon entered Ye Qingfeng’s ears.
This made Ye Qingfeng grind his teeth in hatred even more.
Yet, Ye Qingfeng had no ti to argue with the Grave-digging Dragon now.
Because, at this mont, Ouyang Qian’s gaze had already locked tightly onto Ye Qingfeng.
That gaze was filled with an unbelievably intense killing intent.
The secret technique of the Ouyang Family.
Ouyang Jie’s Silver Leaf Sword.
And Ouyang Jie’s protective treasure.
Ordinary people wouldn’t know about these things at all.
That made Ouyang Qian certain.
The Ouyang Family’s genius martial artist, Ouyang Jie, was killed by the person in front of him, Ye Qingfeng.
"Kid, not only did you kill an Ouyang family mber, where’s the Red Fla Spirit Fruit?"
"If you hand it over today, I might let you die more quickly."
Ouyang Qian sneered coldly.
The Red Fla Spirit Fruit is extrely important to their Ouyang Family.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have joined forces with the Yin Ghost Sect to search for this fruit in the Demon Beast Wilderness of Jiangnan City.
Now, with Ouyang Jie dead, the Red Fla Spirit Fruit must have fallen into Ye Qingfeng’s hands.
"Do you think Ye would still leave such a thing for your Ouyang Family? Truly brainless."
Ye Qingfeng didn’t respond.
But the Grave-digging Dragon, lounging on a rockery with a watching-the-show attitude, was stirring up trouble.
A mocking voice resounded.
"Well, well, well! Daring to ss with us Ouyangs, really nice."
Ouyang Qian’s gaze now overflowed with undisguisable killing intent.
He, a dignified Primary War General martial artist.
Had been repeatedly teased by Ye Qingfeng.
In an instant, he stopped wasting words.
Charging towards Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng almost spat a mouthful of old blood.
"That wretched dragon, why doesn’t he just die in the Cultivation World."
Ye Qingfeng cursed.
He hadn’t even said a word.
Yet, Ouyang Qian mistakenly thought these words were spoken by soone he joined forces with in secret to mock Ouyang Qian.
It was like a calamity falling from the sky!
But Ouyang Qian’s killing intent.
Left Ye Qingfeng no ti to think.
Ouyang Qian, with just a simple punch and kick.
Yet it seed even stronger than Xia Bifang’s full-force strike.
"A Primary War General martial artist, huh!"
This scene made the corner of Ye Qingfeng’s mouth curl into a smile.
Previously, when fighting against War General martial artists.
Ye Qingfeng always unleashed a secret technique.
Raising his realm.
Now, Ye Qingfeng wanted to try with his own strength, reaching the physical power of the Silver Blood Realm.
To see if pure strength could contend with a Primary War General.
It’s known that now Ye Qingfeng’s punches and kicks definitely exceed ten thousand pounds.
This is a level that usually only a Peak Warrior could achieve.
"Boom!"
As fists collided, Ye Qingfeng continuously retreated.
Yet, under the flow of silver blood.
The physical body felt almost no pain.
"Hmm! Kid, not bad strength! Have you practiced so body secret technique!"
With one punch, Ouyang Qian looked at Ye Qingfeng with a shocked expression.
Without reaching the realm of War General.
Still able to stand one’s ground against him.
Even the Ouyang Family’s genius martial artist Ouyang Jie, couldn’t reach this level.
But imdiately, a look of greed appeared in Ouyang Qian’s eyes.
Since Ye Qingfeng had such a body secret technique.
If he could cultivate it, how powerful would he be?
"Even if I give you the secret technique, trash like you wouldn’t be able to cultivate it."
Ye Qingfeng could easily see the greed in Ouyang Qian’s eyes.
But he practiced the Void Cauldron Immortal Technique.
Also, reaching this level of physical power was due to accumulation from all aspects.
This presumptuous ant Ouyang Qian.
Daring to harbor such unrealistic thoughts.
Of course, Ye Qingfeng mocked it endlessly.
"Oh really, your mouth is quite tough, but later, when I knock your teeth out one by one, let’s see if you’ll still be that sharp-tongued."
Ouyang Qian sneered.
Tornting this kid.
In his opinion, just using physical power would suffice.
Could this kid, no matter how tough, endure continuous blows from a War General martial artist?
Ouyang Qian’s fists moved like illusions.
Forming hundreds of fist illusions.
Because his punching speed was too fast.
This led to the creation of illusions.
anwhile, Ye Qingfeng also used his physical power.
Taking on Ouyang Qian’s fists punch by punch.
For Ye Qingfeng, this was a thoroughly enjoyable fight.
The Ouyang Qian in front of him was rely a whetstone.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
Both figures continuously shifted their positions.
Ye Qingfeng even used the Phantom Body Technique.
To be able to keep up with Ouyang Qian’s speed.
Under the assault of punches and kicks, the flowers and trees in the small courtyard withered and vanished.
Fragnts of stone flew, and the ground cracked open.
"Kid, you’ve thoroughly infuriated ."
After exchanging over a hundred punches with Ye Qingfeng.
Ouyang Qian finally felt both ashad and angry.
This kid seed to get more and more vigorous as the fight went on, showing no signs of injury or decline.
Ouyang Qian could not fathom how Ye Qingfeng could have such prolonged combat endurance.
To match with his Primary War General martial artist’s combat power.
It was simply an insult to him.
"Surging Wave Fist!"
Ouyang Qian shouted loudly.
Spiritual power burst forth.
War General martial artists could already perform Spiritual Power Transformation.
Though Ouyang Qian was only using low-level martial arts.
One punch ca down like a roaring wave crashing.
The sound of the sea roared throughout the entire courtyard.
And Ouyang Qian’s punch was also like rolling waves.
Spiritual power gathered into a massive blue fist.
About the size of a basin.
The airflow breaking from the fist shattered the stones into powder.
"Mountain Devouring!"
Ye Qingfeng also burst forth with spiritual power.
Launching a punch to et it.
Dominant, steady, with the aura of splitting mountains and cracking stones.
Like an unyielding Tai Shan, indifferent to the onslaught of wind and waves.
But, after all, Ye Qingfeng was only at the Interdiate War Master realm.
Ouyang Qian’s punch, perford with Spiritual Power Transformation.
Caused the skin on Ye Qingfeng’s fist to crack open.
However, as the silver blood flowed.
It healed imdiately.
"Bam bam bam!"
Retreating a few steps.
Only then did Ye Qingfeng disperse the force.
There was indeed a qualitative gap between War General martial artists and Warrior martial artists.
"I wonder how many of my punches you can take before turning into pulp."
With a cold laugh from Ouyang Qian.
The Surging Wave Fist, again aid at Ye Qingfeng.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
Ye Qingfeng took several punches in succession.
His body was pushed to the corner of the wall.
"I’ll cripple your limbs first, let’s see if you hand over the body refining spell then."
With the montum on Ouyang Qian’s side, he rushed directly at Ye Qingfeng.
His figure moved like lightning, his eyes glinted coldly.
He didn’t plan to drag things out with Ye Qingfeng any longer.
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