C115 (2/2)

At that time, Ye Feng would have an excuse: I am willing to accept the challenge, but because you cannot take out the Spiritual Stone, I will not fight with you.

Not losing face and avoiding a direct confrontation with Lin Bixie.

This kid was truly treacherous.

Seventh Princess Huo Jing'er had even given Ye Feng a big thumbs up.

”Who said I don't want to? I do want to fight, but without ten thousand Spiritual Stone, I won't fight. ” Ye Feng was right.

”You can do it.” Hua Tianlee laughed sinisterly.

It was true that no one would be able to produce ten thousand Spiritual Stone, but this did not mean that he was unable to afford ten thousand.

In any case, according to the rules of the Challenge Battlestage, only the winner would be able to take away this money, and including Lin Qingjie, they believed that Lin Bixie would definitely not lose.

”This young master has four thousand. Light Jie, Bixie, how many do you have on you? Take them all out!” Three people, three thousand and four thousand, quickly gathered this number and handed it to the referee.

Seeing this scene, the originally happy Huo Jing'er looked extremely vexed.

Ye Feng,, could it be that poverty has restricted your imagination? You don't have ten thousand Spiritual Stone, but that doesn't mean that others don't as well. In that case, they wouldn't be able to gather everything no matter how hard they tried.

”What else do you have to say?” Lin Bixie laughed sinisterly.

”Since the Spiritual Stone are here, I, Ye Feng, will naturally keep my promise. Come.” Ye Feng said.

”In that case, you can die now.”

As his voice fell, Lin Qingjie's figure moved, he stepped out with strange steps, as though he was taking one step at a time, but his speed was extremely fast, to the point that even his afterimage was left in the air.

A group of cold Cold Ice s appeared on the ground. With every step Lin Qingjie took, the aura on his body became stronger.

In just an instant, his aura exploded to its limit. Sword light flowed in the air, and the Cold Ice on the ground was also thickening bit by bit.

”As expected of the forty-seventh Yellow Ranking.”

Facing the imposing Lin Bixie, not only was Ye Feng not afraid, he even revealed a playful smile.

The moment Lin Bixie neared, his figure also moved.

”Silver Flower of the Fire Tree!”

In the air, Ye Feng leaped into the air like a nimble cheetah, the short iron rod in his hand releasing a loud sound.

The surrounding space trembled as well, and the air seemed to swell up at this moment, becoming incomparably hot. Even the ice and snow that Lin Bixie had stimulated, melted and dissolved quite a bit.

Boom!

The energy that the blade condensed was accompanied by the energy of the flames. A few meters large Rod Shadow appeared, exuding a powerful and vigorous aura.

Sensing the powerful aura pouncing towards him, Lin Bixie's gaze tensed up. In the next moment, his lips curled up in a strange manner as he shouted coldly and arrogantly, ”With your strength, you can only defeat trash like Cang Haoyun. You are still too far away from me, Lin Bixie!”

”Xuan Bing Qi!”

His eyes exuded a cold killing intent as he spat out these words.

Every time he spoke a word, a chill would descend.

The entire stage shook a little, and then suddenly seemed to be pulled tightly by an invisible force, all the Cold Ice's energy converged, and a sky-blue sword qi appeared in the air.

The sword qi surged, and the sound of air being torn apart exploded.

Within a radius of several hundred zhang from the arena, the frost on the stage intensified, and a ghostly blue color covered the stage as if it had instantly turned into a cave of ice.