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In just a moment, several Martial Masters had been killed. The rest of them had abandoned their warhorses and rushed out of the forest, but in front of them, more martial artists in green robes appeared, blocking their path.

The expressions of the outside world's martial artists all changed. They never thought that they would encounter such a powerful martial artist here, not to mention that there were several times more grandmasters present. It would be difficult for them to return alive.

"It's a pity that a talent like you should die so early. Why don't you consider it?" The middle-aged scholar was still smiling. Towards Yi Feng, he was truly fond of him. He had already heard about this young man's performance in combat. It would be best if he could take him in. Otherwise, he would definitely kill him.

Yi Feng did not say anything. Even though he was not a martial artist from the alliance, but since he had participated in the survival training in the alliance, he would never do something like this.

"How about we make a bet?" The middle-aged scholar looked at Yi Feng and said with a smile.

"What bet?" Yi Feng was puzzled. He didn't know why this person was making the bet, but he could definitely surround him and kill him.

"Betting on your men's lives and yours." The middle-aged scholar once again opened the paper fan, slowly and gently shaking it with an indescribable indifference.

"Oh? "How do we bet?" Yi Feng's heart skipped a beat. He could not bear to see all his brothers die here.

If you don't fall within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I will let you go. If you fall, then you will work for my local alliance to the death. The middle-aged scholar shrugged his shoulders and casually said.

"Alright, I, Yi Feng, swear on my martial arts that I will make a bet with you." Yi Feng's complexion was solemn. Martial artists usually didn't take their martial arts as a bet. Once they broke their promise, it was inevitable that they would have an inner demon in their hearts that they would never be able to break through.

"I don't have a venomous oath. It's fine if you believe me, but even if you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. Hur Hur." The middle-aged scholar chuckled. He had never thought that he would lose. He would not be able to defeat an intermediate Martial Master within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"All of you, stop." Yi Feng shouted. He had no choice but to swear the oath, but now that his subordinate's life was in his hands, he had to fight this gamble.

"No one is allowed to make a move." The middle-aged scholar's voice was calm, but the martial artists in green clothes immediately stopped their pursuit. However, they surrounded the martial artists from the outside world.

The three basic Grandmasters of the local alliance arrived beside the middle-aged scholar in a flash. Their gazes were respectful without any objections. The warriors in the forest all walked out, with almost five hundred Martial Masters surrounding Yi Feng's subordinates in the middle.

"Do you trust me, Yi Feng?" Yi Feng turned around and said to his subordinates, his tone was calm.

At this moment, there were only one hundred and thirty people out of the 157 Martial Masters. The rest were all killed. Hearing Yi Feng's voice, these people all shouted, "Letter."

"Good, today your lives are in my hands, I will definitely not let you down." Yi Feng laughed loudly, turned around and said to the middle-aged scholar, "You can fight at any time."

With a shake of his hand, an incense stick appeared. He lit it up and passed it to a grandmaster. He smiled at Yi Feng and said, "You are bold. I like it."

The time it took to burn an incense stick was not long, but in battle, there were many things that could be done within the time it took to burn an incense stick.

Seeing Yi Feng attack him with his spear, the admiration in the middle-aged scholar's eyes deepened. If Yi Feng chose to evade, the middle-aged scholar might not look down on him. At this point, his heart wanted to take Yi Feng as his subordinate even more.

A spear thrust towards the middle-aged scholar, and Yi Feng's left hand executed the Wandering Cloud Palm, aiming for the middle-aged scholar's chest. Even the intermediate Grandmaster Yi Feng would not choose to retreat, not to mention that he might not lose.

When the middle-aged scholar saw Yi Feng's attack, he smiled. He extended his right hand and gently patted, knocking Yi Feng's long spear away. His body moved to the side and dodged Yi Feng's Wandering Cloud Palm. His movements were indescribably elegant.

Yi Feng's eyes changed. This was his first time facing an intermediate level grandmaster, and Yu Zihe was only an elementary level grandmaster. If not for Yi Feng using his blood, he would not have been a match for him.

Although Yi Feng's strength had improved greatly, when facing an intermediate level grandmaster, Yi Feng's strength was still lacking by quite a bit. He swung his long spear horizontally and easily swept across the middle-aged scholar, his body sticking closely to the middle-aged scholar and attacking without stopping. This was because Yi Feng knew that only with a crazy attack, he would be able to last an incense stick of time.

The appreciation in the middle-aged scholar's eyes deepened, but he was not in a hurry to counterattack. He casually dispersed Yi Feng's attack, making it seem as if it was nothing. This was the difference in strength.

"Your strength is indeed not bad, but it's not enough for me." The middle-aged scholar dodged Yi Feng's attack and smiled, as if he was teaching his junior.

"Oh, really? How about this move?" Yi Feng slapped his spear and shot it towards the middle-aged scholar. His right hand drew a white rune in the air as he said, "Seal."

The middle-aged scholar slapped the spear down and looked at the white rune in front of Yi Feng. His expression changed as he pointed his finger at the air in front of him, creating a strange quadrilateral Zhen Qi barrier in front of him.

The white rune instantly flew towards the middle-aged scholar. Yi Feng's eyes lit up and he waved his hand. The long spear pierced through the air several times. His speed became slower and slower until it seemed to have stopped.

With a bang, the white rune was far more tyrannical than the middle-aged scholar had imagined. It directly broke the zhen qi enchantment in front of the middle-aged scholar and continued to seal him.

He waved the paper fan in his hand, and a white light shot out from within. The middle-aged scholar used the fan to swing it at the runes, and the remaining white runes immediately collapsed. However, in the next moment, the middle-aged scholar's expression suddenly changed.

Yi Feng's figure was like a ghost as he directly appeared in front of the middle-aged scholar. His long spear was ready to pierce the middle-aged scholar, but it blocked off all paths of retreat.

The middle-aged scholar looked solemn, but he didn't panic. He folded his paper fan and a metal fan suddenly appeared in his hand. It was similar to the one in Yu Dao book.

The black iron fan opened with a swoosh, and the middle-aged scholar immediately pointed his finger several times. The black iron fan rapidly rotated and continuously emitted black mist. A moment later, the black mist covered the iron fan.

Yi Feng's spear pierced forward with a raging wind, but when it struck the black mist, there was no sound. Yi Feng's expression changed, and with a wave of his hand, he retracted the spear.

The black mist formed by the iron fan was extremely strange. It had actually completely absorbed the spear's power. The Overlord's second spear had no effect at all.

"I have to say, your battle experience is extremely rich. You made the most accurate judgement in such a short period of time. However, the gap between your strength and mine is irreparable." The middle-aged scholar slightly shook his head and took back his iron fan. If he was a normal beginner grandmaster, he might not be Yi Feng's match. The middle-aged scholar liked this young man more and more.

"Half an incense stick has already passed. If you keep going on, you will lose for sure." Yi Feng said coldly. Once the battle began, Yi Feng would devote himself to it.

The middle-aged scholar was not angry. With a slight smile, he threw the iron fan in front of him. With a wave of his hand, the fan strangely disappeared.

Yi Feng's eyes narrowed. The middle-aged scholar actually knew how to use spells, and he was an expert too. Earlier, he had relied on restrictions and weapons to block Yi Feng's attack. This attack was even stranger.

Yi Feng directly thrust his spear into the ground. Both of his hands moved in unison, and his palms constantly flashed. One by one, he began to form hand seals. These seals constantly appeared in front of Yi Feng, and in a few breaths, hundreds of seals flickered and floated around him.

The middle-aged man was startled. This young man's restriction technique was not any weaker than his. It could be said that he was even more powerful than him.

At the same time, the middle-aged scholar's voice came out, "You should just surrender. Any attacks will have no effect on this formation, unless it's someone with a higher cultivation than me, you won't be able to break out of it with your cultivation."

"That might not be the case, Ning." Yi Feng made a single-handed technique and the several hundred restrictions around him all merged together. Looking at the black mist in front of him, he said harshly, "Break for me."

Hundreds of restrictions merged into a ball of white restrictions. Inside the ball were restrictions, killing restrictions, and all kinds of other restrictions. This was a type of restriction Yi Feng had learned in his sea of consciousness, and it was as powerful as his own giant spear.

The white ball instantly entered the black mist. The black mist began to roll crazily and show signs of fading away. The middle-aged scholar's face sank. Although this was not his strongest attack, but even an elementary stage grandmaster would not be able to block it.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, the middle-aged scholar's figure flashed and appeared next to the black mist. He struck out with his palm, and a black mist appeared around it. It was an unspeakably strange sight.

Yi Feng's eyes narrowed as he too began to use his body. The shadows in his hands continued to attack the black mist. It seemed that the two of them wanted to compete with each other in terms of restriction techniques.

Every time the middle-aged scholar struck with his palm, a black restriction would be placed on the black mist. The black mist surrounding Yi Feng became denser. Yi Feng did not show any weakness as he frantically threw out a white Inhibition Formation with a pale face.

The movements of the two people became more and more obvious. The warriors beside them could no longer see their movements clearly, especially the warriors from the local alliance. They were extremely shocked, because they knew very well the strength of this middle-aged scholar.

What's going to happen tomorrow? "Hehe, guess ?" "Remember to throw flowers, but you're not giving them to him even at the end of the month. Wahaha, look down on him!