I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

Ye Wu Kuang's dark and deep eyes calmly scanned everyone in the audience. All the monks did not dare to look directly at him and turned their heads away.

Seeing this, Ye Wu Kuang slowly said

"No one is coming up? If so, you should publish the battle report on the city wall." Ye Wu Kuang ordered Qian Yaobu

Qian Yaobu ​​was shocked when he heard this. He looked at Ye Wukuang with an aggrieved face and explained, "Sir! This! This is not good! This kind of show-off behavior. If the Hua family knew about it, they would definitely kill me! In my opinion, you might as well..."

However, before Qian Yaobu ​​could finish his words, Ye Wukuang on the stage casually threw another 1000-year-old medicinal herb in his face. Qian Yaobu ​​grinned as he smelled the unique intoxicating fragrance of the 1000-year-old medicinal herb on his face.

"Hehe. Don't worry, sir. I will definitely enlarge the battle report! Then decorate it with precious silk brocade and hang it in the most conspicuous place on the city wall! Let everyone who enters see it at first glance!"

The monks around all showed contempt when they saw this. However, at this moment, a young monk had a flash of lightning in his mind! He seemed to have guessed Ye Wu Kuang's intention on the stage.

This young monk, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, immediately rushed to the front of the stage and knelt down with a plop!

"Sir! I can spread the news of your invincible figure in this battle! May I ask your name?"

Ye Wu Kuang was moved when he heard this, and looked at the clever boy with admiration, then replied:

"Night Without Madness"

Then he waved his hand and threw a thousand-year-old elixir on the boy's face. The boy was overjoyed! He hurriedly took the elixir and almost fainted from excitement when he smelled the refreshing aroma of the medicine.

"Hey! That's fine! This is a thousand-year-old elixir! It's worth tens of thousands of high-quality spirit stones! It's not a weed! What's the origin of this guy called Ye Wu Kuang? He just gave it to me like that?"

At this time, another monk jumped out, knelt down and slid to the stage and said loudly:

"Master Ye! My family specializes in the business of delivering books via flying swords. No one is better suited to spread your invincible boxing skills than me!"

"Okay! It's settled!" Then a thousand-year-old elixir was thrown to the person who spoke.

"Master Ye! Don't listen to them! I..."

OK! OK

"Master Ye, I......"

Ready!

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Fengyunshan hastily isolated the entire fighting arena, thus putting an end to this farce.

As a result, more than a hundred monks happily took a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine and went their separate ways...

Some of the slower monks were filled with regret and wanted to slap themselves twice! Just by talking about such a simple task, they could get a thousand-year-old elixir. What kind of wealth is this! I just boasted that I was at the imperial level and was embarrassed to ask for help!

The young man on the stage named Ye Wu Kuang was so generous! It was simply amazing!

Feng Yunshan sighed when he saw this scene, and then said

"Since there is no challenger, I declare! This battle..."

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, a charming and pleasant female voice stopped Feng Yunshan from speaking.

"Hmm?" Feng Yunshan looked at the person who spoke curiously when he heard the voice, and his heart skipped a beat! The person who spoke turned out to be Hua Qianrong, the eldest daughter of the Hua family!

Hua Qianrong was wearing a colorful long dress, like a goddess descending from the sky, the sun shining on her slender and enchanting body, coupled with her peerless beauty.

At this moment, the eyes of the male monks in the audience became blurry. The female monks lowered their heads in shame...

As soon as Hua Qianrong stood still, her beautiful eyes stared at Ye Wukuang on the stage with resentment. Then she glanced at Fengyun Mountain in the sky and the empty space around him, and her charming voice spread out.

"We can't let this man win this battle and step down! You know, if he wins and steps down now, what will people in the world say about our Qianfeng City!"

"A mere beginner in the Saint Realm killed all the three major families in Qianfeng City? This is really ridiculous!"

Feng Yunshan was in a headache when he saw this. He naturally knew that Hua Qianrong was trying to provoke him by saying this in order to avenge his brother, so he tried to persuade him.

“Qian Rong, I can’t beat him! You’ve seen it too. Even your brother Hua Si died at his hands! Hua Si is recognized as the number one person in the Saint Realm!”

Hua Qianrong's beautiful eyes suddenly sparkled with tears when she heard this. She felt so regretful. Why did she let her brother participate in the fight? She thought it would be an easy fight, but she didn't expect her brother to lose so miserably. Not even a single bone was left!

Fighting stage, on the distant star-picking stage

"Tsk tsk! Look how angry Miss Qianrong is! I feel so sorry for her!" A nobleman in a white robe waved a folding fan and sighed when he saw this scene.

"Haha! You're just courting death! Didn't you see that those old immortals in the void couldn't figure out the strength of Ye Wu Kuang? So they kept sending people to the stage to test his strength, and Hua Qianrong, this brainless woman, insisted on snatching him away."

"Why don't you think about why those old men haven't ordered their family members to go on stage?" A strong man wearing silver-white armor and looking grim beside the man in white robe said sarcastically.

The two people who were talking were Feng Ling, the young master of the Feng family, and Mu Zhan, the young master of the Mu family.

Feng Ling laughed when he heard this: "Brother Mu Zhan, if you fight him with your Saint Realm cultivation, how likely are you to win?"

Mu Zhan smiled coldly: "You will definitely die!"

Feng Ling narrowed his eyes upon hearing this: "Brother Mu Zhan, are you serious? You don't even have a chance of winning?"

Mu Zhan sneered: "Let alone the Saint Realm, even if you, the young master of the Feng family who is in the middle level of the Imperial Realm, go into battle, you will still die!

"What!" Feng Ling was shocked. Then his breathing became slightly faster.

"This person is so strong! Why do you say that, Brother Mu Zhan?"

Mu Zhan said in a serious tone: "I have carefully watched every punch this man throws. You also know that my Mu family's blood is naturally able to sense things that you cannot sense!"

"Every time that guy punches me, I feel like I've given up everything... You won't understand even if I tell you this, why don't you try it? You'll know after experiencing it yourself. I don't think he should mind your cultivation level as an emperor."

Feng Ling laughed when he heard this, "Brother Mu Zhan, you are joking."

"My poor sister Qianrong, the only brother in the family died on the battlefield..."

Mu Zhan said disdainfully: "Don't pretend in front of me. If you really love your sister Qian Rong, why didn't you warn her at that time? Haha, you are qualified to be the young master of the Feng family."

Feng Ling did not get angry when he heard this, but smiled calmly...

Fighting off the stage

"Rong'er! What's wrong with you?!"

Hua Qianrong was extremely sad. When she heard a familiar voice, she turned around immediately. When she saw who it was, her beautiful eyes lit up and she cried out in a tender voice as if she had seen a savior: "Brother Mofeng!" Hua Qianrong suddenly threw herself into Lan Mofeng's arms.

Lan Mofeng gently touched Hua Qianrong's hair and smelled the intoxicating fragrance of the beauty. His blue eyes were full of heartache as he looked at the beauty in his arms and asked:

"What's wrong, Rong'er, who bullied you..."