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Ye Qingfeng returned to the resting area and fell into deep thought.

A strange imprisoning ability!

”I need to break through to the Profound Core Stage as soon as possible!”

Tian Hong frowned. ”Little Xue, this doesn't conform with the rules. He is disguised. Clearly, he doesn't want others to know his identity. Our pavilion has the right to keep it a secret.”

”Grandpa Tian, do you smell this bottle of 100 Year Old Jade Dew Wine?” Duanmu Qingxue flipped her wrist, and a bottle of wine with the weight of 1L appeared in her hand.

With the cover being opened, Elder Tian's eyes lit up.

”Little Snow!” Just say it earlier. ”

Very quickly, Duanmu Qingxue left with satisfaction.

Through the bottle of Hundred Year Old Wine, although Ye Qingfeng had reported his fake name, he still needed to register the information in Tiny Zhang. And because of this, Duanmu Qingxue knew that Xue Sha was Ye Qingfeng.

”Good Ye Qingfeng, there are so many strange martial skills, how long are you planning to hide them?”

Next, Ye Qingfeng fought seven consecutive rounds. Compared to the second match, these seven matches were very easy for him, his prize money accumulated a lot, and he obtained three Low grade primeval stone s in his ninth match!

After it ended, Ye Qingfeng did not plan to continue, he had gained some understanding of his own cultivation, and also some understanding of the level of Profound Core Stage in this world!

After he quietly left the stage, Duanmu Qingxue, who was seated at the highest seat in the audience, also left.

The mountain road, green bamboo forest, here the air is fresh, is a good place to talk about love.

Ye Qingfeng's consciousness was extremely strong. He inadvertently shot a glance at the bamboo forest behind him, and his figure suddenly dove into the forest on the right side.

A few seconds later, a black-clothed, black-faced person appeared. A pair of limpid eyes flashed with anger.

”Slick, I don't believe I can't catch you.”

Three minutes after the black-clothed person left, Ye Qingfeng came out from the bamboo forest. He went the other way and chose to leave the Cloud Sky Academy.

In a certain room in Trial Pavilion, Du Lengxuan's face was ashen, the baleful aura in his eyes was dense. Looking at his son Du Feihao, whose face was pale and had fallen into a coma, whose jaw was deformed and whose head was slightly twisted, the anger in his heart couldn't get any worse!

”Snow Kill!” ”Don't let me know who you are!”

”Feihao, your father will take revenge for this!”

Du Lengxuan left the room and went to look for Trial Pavilion Elder Tian Hong. After paying a huge price, he obtained the information he wanted.

”What a Ye Qingfeng! If you dare to hurt Feihao like that, I will make you suffer a hundred to thousand times more! ”

He knew that there was no excuse to directly arrest Ye Qingfeng, but he was a deacon after all, and a deacon with authority at that!

Very quickly, a piece of news was spread within the academy.

However, they did not believe that. Xue Sha was very strong, and had even defeated Du Feihao, the senior who had awakened a Martial Spirit and had a strange ability. Even within two years, there were not many people who could say that they would definitely win.

It couldn't be a new student!

When Ruan Xiaosheng heard this news, he wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn't mind blowing up this matter and causing trouble for Ye Qingfeng!

After all, the Xuan Level Fist Art had power! Even the families in the city could only cultivate in the direct line of descent!