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Hei Shan looked at the young man in white beside him in shock. Was he the one who was saved by this young man just now? Even a grandmaster would not be able to match up in speed like that.

The other eight people were dumbfounded as well. As spectators, they could clearly see the speed at which Yi Feng had saved Black Mountain in the blink of an eye. The speed at which Yi Feng had saved Black Mountain was not something they could do.

At this moment, the young man had left an impression of the number one person below the Martial Master realm in the hearts of the crowd. Even the black tiger was stunned for a moment. This ant-like human that it looked down upon was actually so fast. However, his eyes were even more excited, as if he had met something interesting.

”Thank you, Brother Yi.” No one would help him. This young man looked cold and unapproachable, but he was actually the only one among all the people who would help him.

”No need. Prepare for the next battle.” Yi Feng said indifferently, but his gaze was fixed on the Black Tiger, ignoring it for a moment. Just a moment ago, the Black Tiger did not even use its full strength. It seemed that this battle was extremely difficult, even to the point of failure, but Yi Feng did not feel disheartened. No matter how strong the opponent was, he still had to fight.

With the long spear in his hand, Yi Feng's handsome face was filled with determination, like a god of war. Even against the might of the heavens, this young man would still fight.

His battle intent soared, his long black hair moved without any wind. Suddenly, Yi Feng moved, his speed was too fast, and his body was only an afterimage. When he reappeared, he was in front of the black tiger and thrusted his spear forward.

However, the Black Tiger didn't dodge. Although Yi Feng was fast, it was able to clearly see Yi Feng's movements. It extended its forelegs to receive Yi Feng's attack, and then launched a wild attack towards Yi Feng. Here, the Black Tiger was only slightly curious about this white-clothed youth.

The Black Tiger's entire body was covered with weapons. Its teeth, claws, and even its entire body, each attack was extremely powerful and heavy. Yi Feng had struggled extremely hard to resist, and in the end, both of his hands became numb.

The other people on the side couldn't help. Against the Black Tiger, their attacks were no different from scratching an itch. This was because the Black Tiger was playing with Yi Feng, and had yet to show his strength.

Everyone looked at Yi Feng with admiration. This young man did not even know what a difference was. In fact, right now, everyone's hearts were already in retreat. If they could not break the bead in time, they would really die here.

After wiping off the blood at the corner of his mouth, Yi Feng's will to fight increased instead of decreasing. He roared and rushed towards the Black Tiger once again. Black Tiger had patience. He fought with Yi Feng but did not injure him. This was a type of fun, a type of fun for abusing ants.

Liu Li Jing'er's eyes flickered and the flute in her hands appeared once again. The sound of the flute immediately came from all directions, sometimes soft, sometimes grand, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad. The people around her were so engrossed in listening, that they completely forgot about the existence of the Black Tiger.

This was the impressiveness of the Divine Music Valley's cultivation technique. If one entered the martial way with music, they could die without being conscious, lose themselves in music, and perish from music.

The moment the music was released, the Black Tiger's body trembled, and its eyes revealed a moment of confusion. In a battle between experts, losing one moment would often determine the outcome of the battle.