Spiritual Qi Recovery: Sign In To The Ultimate Cultivation Talent

All the people in Chilong Martial Arts Hall gathered on the martial arts field, and they were all ready to see who was the strong one who dared to challenge Yuan Jiang.

But when they saw Ye Feng, they were stunned, because Ye Feng looked too young.

At this age, challenge Yuanjiang?

"Report your name!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a golden two-star badge hanging on his chest shouted at Ye Feng.

Two golden stars, representing the Intermediate Great Master!

In the Chiryu Martial Arts Hall, the person with the golden badge is no longer a student, but a member of the Chiryu Martial Arts Hall.

Everyone's eyes condensed on Ye Feng's face. They clearly saw Ye Feng for the first time. Recently, there was no one who had risen to fame in the Imperial Capital Longcheng. They wanted to know Ye Feng's name.

Ye Fengyi stood in the middle of the martial arts field, and he looked at the Intermediate Great Master who was talking to him.

"Ye Feng."

He said the name of own.

Everyone on the martial arts field thought for a while, and found that they had never heard of the name Ye Feng.

If Ye Feng wanted to challenge their junior generals at Chilong Martial Arts Hall, this decision was naturally unwise. But Ye Feng instantly defeated Huang Hao and a dozen one-star silver members, which proved that Ye Feng's strength was no less than the Grandmaster Practitioner.

Everyone on the martial arts field thought that Ye Feng would have to be a junior Great Master at the lowest level.

This age has become a Grandmaster Practitioner, no matter what the Blue Star country is a genius of geniuses.

I saw that this middle-aged man with a golden two-star badge came out, and stopped a dozen steps away from Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, you don't even want to challenge the elementary general, I will fight you."

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Feng with a sneer.

He knew that Ye Feng was only an intermediate Great Master at best, and it would never be a high-level Great Master. It is impossible to cultivate to a high-level Great Master at Ye Feng's age.

Everyone on the martial arts field listened to the words of the middle-aged man, and their faces were startled.

The middle-aged man named Wang Qian, an intermediate Great Master, has awakened the speed talent in the attribute talent, and he is also an advanced speed talent.

Although the attribute talent is not very useful for the Grandmaster Practitioner, if the same Realm is the same, then the Practitioner with the advanced speed talent will have too much chance of winning.

"Forget it, you are not my opponent at all."

Ye Feng shook his head at the middle-aged man.

Wang Qian's face changed! As a middle-aged Great Master, Ye Feng said that he is not his opponent?

"Ye Feng, don't you know that I am an Intermediate Great Master?"

Wang Gan stared at Ye Feng.

The faces of everyone on the martial arts training ground showed unpleasant colors. This is Chilong Martial Arts Hall, how did Ye Feng despise an intermediate Great Master in Chilong Martial Arts Hall?

"Intermediate Great Master?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth lifted up, sketching out a sneer.

When the sound fell, he flew towards Wang Gan.

He knew that if he didn't defeat the Intermediate Great Master in front of him, the Intermediate Great Master would definitely be reluctant.

Everyone on the martial arts field only felt that there was a gust of wind surging in the martial arts field. They didn't know what had happened, and Ye Feng had already arrived in front of the Intermediate Great Master Wang Gan.

Wang Qian looked at Ye Feng, who was already in front of him, and he lost his color in shock.

"Ye Feng, your speed..."

Wang Gan's words were still not finished, his body was like a heavy blow, and terrifying power hit his body.

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