"Boom!"
Suddenly, a dull sound rang out.
In the blink of an eye, the Genuine Qi shot onto Yang Kang's Nine Yin White Bone Claw, forcing it to stop.
The one who attacked was naturally Ning Feng.
The moment this profligate young master appeared, he recognized him as Yang Tiexin's biological son. Yang Kang.
The attack he used just now was the divine power of the snap of fingers on Peach Blossom Island.
After his improvement and upgrade over the past few days, the imperfection of the finger flick god art had been greatly compensated.
Not only could it instantly shoot out hidden weapons, but it could also mobilize the true qi in the body.
He gathered it on his finger and shot it out like a laser.
"It seems that after reaching perfection, the divine ability has undergone a qualitative change!”
"I wonder how it is compared to the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Duan Clan of Dali?”
"I believe that if I use all my strength, it won't be too bad!”
Ning Feng thought to himself as he looked at Yang Kang, who had been knocked back by his casual attack.
At this moment, under his gaze.
Yang Kang staggered and took a few steps back.
At the same time, he used his other hand to cover his wrist that was hit by Ning Feng.
A heart-wrenching pain came.
He was furious as he looked around.
Yang Tiexin, who had just escaped from his grasp, saw this and leaped forward, pulling away from Yang Kang.
He stood beside his daughter.
"Father, are you alright?" Mu Nianci looked at her father and asked worriedly.
"I'm fine!"
"Did you see who attacked just now?”
Yang Tiexin said in a deep voice, his eyes still filled with fear.
Just now, when he was about to be hit, he saw a stream of true energy appear in front of him and directly force the noble young master back.
However, at that time, his attention was focused on that hedonistic young master and he did not know who did it.
"I-I don't know either!" Mu Nianci shook her head.
He looked below the arena.
However, after patrolling for a week, he did not find anyone standing up.
However, when she looked at Ning Feng, she couldn't help but feel shocked.
"There is such a handsome man in this world?”
He was dressed in white, his hair reaching his waist and his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Standing in the crowd, he looked like an immortal who had descended into the human world and looked at the living beings.
"Could it be him?" Mu Nianci thought to herself.
With such an extraordinary temperament, even if he did not display his strength, she felt that he was definitely extraordinary.
However, at this time, Yang Kang's face was as black as steel.
He shouted coldly to the people below.
"Who is it?"
" Who plotted against me?!"
His voice spread throughout the entire street, and some pedestrians who were not watching the battle heard it.
They all stopped and turned to look in their direction.
Some curious people also quickly rushed over.
It was to find something to talk about in the future.
However, at this moment, a man suddenly jumped up from the crowd.
Within a few breaths, he was standing on the stage, staring at Yang Kang.
"Yes!"
"Looks like this person is Guo Jing."
Ning Feng, who stood proudly in the crowd, thought to himself as he saw the man on stage.
The man on the stage was the one he had noticed earlier.
He was tall and broad, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was full of righteousness. He was definitely Guo Jing.
"Thief!"
"You were the one who plotted against me?"
Yang Kang's expression changed when he saw the man.
His anger turned into ruthlessness.
He stared at Guo Jing as if he was looking at a dead man.
"Humph!"
"Does it matter if it's me or not?"
"You're a martial artist, but you're actually so ruthless! You're vicious!"
"What a disgrace to the martial arts world!"
Guo Jing said righteously without any fear.
He had seen Yang Kang's actions from below.
However, the more he looked, the angrier he became.
He did not expect that there would be such scum in the martial arts world.
As someone who had received the teachings of a hero from Ke Zhenge since he was young, he could not tolerate it.
He was fighting for justice for the woman's family and also cleaning up the scourge of the martial arts world.
"Humph!"
"You're courting death!"
Yang Kang said in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking.
He directly took a step forward and placed one hand on Guo Jing's shoulder. Then, he flipped over and threw him out.
"Boom!"
Under the powerful inertia, Guo Jing's body directly smashed into the chair on the stage.
Instantly, the chairs broke.
Seeing that his attack had succeeded, Yang Kang's face lit up. Then, he moved forward again.
A palm struck towards Guo Jing.
However, Guo Jing's reaction wasn't inferior. He kicked the ground and jumped up.
One of them flew into the air and kicked towards Yang Kang.
She kicked him away.
"Deng Deng Deng!"
Yang Kang, who had taken a flying kick, took a few steps back on the ground.
It was only when it hit the weapon rack behind that it barely stopped.
Without any hesitation, he glanced behind him.
With a wave of his hand, he pulled out the spear from behind him and charged forward.
Guo Jing didn't show any weakness and pulled out the flag that was planted at the side.
The sound of two weapons clashing could be heard.
Yang Kang held the spear with one hand and used all kinds of moves, such as picking, stabbing, and pulling.
For a moment, Guo Jing was firmly suppressed.
" This is the Yang family's spear!?"
However, Yang Tiexin couldn't help but ask.
He recognized it at a glance. This was a spear technique that was inherited from Yang Liulang.
It was the Yang family spear that belonged to the Yang family.
The person who could practice this spear was definitely a member of the Yang family.
"How is that possible? "Could it be Kang Er?" Yang Tiexin guessed.
When she looked at Yang Kang again, she felt an inexplicable mix of emotions.
At the same time.
On the other side of the crowd.
A middle-aged Taoist priest with a Daoist hairpin on his head, dressed in Taoist robes, and holding a horsetail whisk in his hand.
His eyes lit up as he watched the battle on the stage.
This person was one of the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect, nicknamed Ironfoot Immortal, Wang Chuyi.
From his perspective.
The fight between Guo Jing and Yang Kang was particularly intense.
However, due to his low cultivation, Guo Jing was no match for Yang Kang.
They were forced to retreat by Yang Kang's Yang Family Spear.
With Yang Kang's counterattack, Guo Jing quickly dodged and was kicked down by Yang Kang, who quickly followed.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a dull sound, Guo Jing felt a pain in his back.
At this moment, in the crowd below, the Thousand-armed Man Tu Peng Lianhu, who was Yang Kang's bodyguard, saw this.
A cold smile appeared on his face.
"Humph!"
"How dare you provoke the young prince? Go to hell!"
Killing intent rose in his heart.
In the next moment.
A dart appeared in his sleeve and was about to shoot at Guo Jing.
However, Wang Chuyi, one of the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect, saw everything.
He narrowed his eyes and mobilized the true energy in his body. Then, he took a step forward.
The horsetail whisk in his hand struck towards Peng Lianhu.
But at this moment.
All of a sudden, a streak of zhenqi that was faster than his shot out from the crowd with incomparable precision.
It directly knocked the dart from Peng Lianhu's hand.
Seeing this, Wang Chuyi's expression suddenly became shocked.
He looked up.
Ning Feng, who was floating like a fairy, had one hand behind his back and was looking at him indifferently.
Yang Kang, who was in the ring, seemed to have discovered something.
"Brat!"
"It's you!"
“......”
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