Awakening on the Mid-Autumn Festival, starting with a hundred times the crit!

Chapter 132 One against four, each showing their magical powers!
"No!" The boy with a gloomy face said decisively.

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the hands of the gloomy and cold boy.

The black shadow escaped from his palm, and it was like smoke and mist in the air.

The moment Ye Feng saw the black shadow, he had already held the judge's pen in his hand.

"Don't let him use the judge's pen!" The gloomy young man felt bad when he saw the judge's pen in Ye Feng's hand.

The shirtless boy stepped forward, and the distance between Ye Feng and Ye Feng quickly narrowed.

With a punch, Ye Feng, who was planning to write the characters, could only give up his original movement, and slid towards the side suddenly.

Before the fist was retracted, Ye Feng felt a golden flash in front of his eyes.

Surprised in his heart, Ye Feng hardly had any time to think, so he had to cross his hands in front of his chest.

A pitch-black short stick was like a magic weapon in the hands of the blond boy.

The short stick brought a sharp wind, and it hit Ye Feng's wrist heavily, making a slight clicking sound.

There was a severe pain in the wrist, and Ye Feng felt as if his left wrist was broken.

But fortunately, his physical fitness is unusual now, so his hands can still move.

He took a few steps back, with a big knife in his hand across his chest, and his eyes were alert.

And the blond boy was a little surprised when he saw that Ye Feng had been hit by his stick firmly, but he looked unscathed.

He can be sure that Ye Feng didn't use any defensive skills just now.

In other words, Ye Feng resisted his own stick simply by relying on his physical fitness.

With a B-level 3-star cultivation base, he was actually a little surprised that he was able to resist a blow from a B-level late stage in terms of physical fitness.

"It seems that there is still something." Seeing this, the other three knew that Ye Feng's strength might not be judged purely based on his cultivation.

They are all late B-levels, and they are naturally well aware of the power of the blond boy's stick.

With a gloomy face, the young man summoned more than 30 ghosts with one wave, all staring at Ye Feng covetously.

"You'd better let your little ghosts go up together, lest there will be no chance later." With a look from the young man, thirty ghosts rushed forward.

Ye Feng turned over the judge's pen and looked at the opponent who attacked together, feeling heavy in his heart.

With a wave of the gloomy young man's hand, the Thirty Specters had rushed to Ye Feng, grinning their teeth one by one, and the weapons in their hands were coming towards Ye Feng's gate of life.

And these ghosts are just covering up their real killing moves.

The shirtless boy hides among the ghosts, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow!
While panting, Ye Feng didn't care about other things, and waved the judge pen in his hand at an unprecedented speed.

In an instant, the word "speed" jumped out of the void.

"Ding, it is detected that the host is using the speed glyph, and the boost effect is forty times critical!"

The moment the system prompt sounded, Ye Feng felt that the speed of all the ghosts in front of him suddenly froze.

The forty-fold increase in font speed changed Ye Feng's speed from turtle crawling to eagle strike.

At the same time, it also gave Ye Feng the most precious time to fight back.

With the dancing of the judge's pen, the characters of "force" and "shield" are added together.

With the blessing of the word "force", all defensive techniques are as if in vain in front of Ye Feng's tyrannical power at the moment.

The big knife from the big skull was as light as nothing in Ye Feng's hands.

At the same time, with the blessing of the word "speed", Ye Feng turned into a god of killing, wantonly slaughtering the lives of these ghosts.

When the sword fell, a fierce ghost turned into a phantom, and finally collapsed and disappeared.

And the one who reacted the fastest was the cold young man who summoned thirty ghosts.

He only saw a black shadow shuttle between the ghosts.

Every time the black shadow shuttled through, several ghosts would disappear.

"Auxiliary skills!" The cold boy's heart sank, and he said in horror: "Don't be careless, don't hold back!"

Following his voice, the other three also noticed the change.

Immediately, the three of them didn't have time to think about it, and directly used the secret boost method.

"Frost falls thousands of miles!"

The ordinary boy reacted first, and with his roar, it seemed that the temperature in the world dropped by half.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice.

And these thin ice, when Ye Feng stepped on, would also send a piercing chill from the soles of Ye Feng's feet.

This chill rushed straight into his mind, making Ye Feng feel a little dazed.

But this is only the first offensive.

Following the demonstration of the Frost's Falling Thousand Miles Kung Fu, the blond boy roared violently, and the short stick in his hand changed from pitch black to golden.

"The sky is full of fury!"

The skills that are completely different from the ordinary boy began to show their power, and a red miniature sun broke through the clouds.

The sprinkling of light illuminated the earth, and at the same time brought a scorching heat like being in a furnace.

But what is surprising is that this hot temperature cannot melt the frost on the ground.

On the contrary, the two complement each other, making Ye Feng's lower body as cold as falling into an ice cave, while his upper body is scorching hot and painful like being scorched in flames.

But neither seemed to affect the shirtless teenager at all.

"Long hate!"

I saw a faint glow in his eyes, and the muscles on his arms were boiling like they were alive.

And the glow between his eyes is a technique to lock the enemy.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the opponent is locked by his technique, even if the opponent escapes to the ends of the earth, he will never be able to escape his sight.

But this time, there was a little accident.

His exercises still couldn't lock onto Ye Feng, who was moving at high speed and constantly changing positions, even though he could temporarily see Ye Feng's trajectory clearly.

"It's so annoying!" the shirtless boy roared, his heart filled with endless irritability.

He took a step forward and punched Ye Feng at the next point on Ye Feng's trajectory.

But how can Ye Feng's reaction speed at this moment be comparable to him?
This seemingly mighty punch was just a punch from an ordinary adult in Ye Feng's eyes at this moment.

Turning his head relaxed and freehand, Ye Feng avoided this punch without any surprise.

But the fist has already been punched. Although Ye Feng has avoided it perfectly, the fist has not been retracted, but continues to be punched.

A ghost watched the fist attacking him, even though he was already a ghost now, he didn't have such an emotion as fear.

But even so, the moment it saw the fist, it was still a little afraid that it would be smashed by the punch.

Sure enough, the fist hit Li Gui's chest.

The moment the muscular fist touched Li Gui's body, it made a huge movement like a detonated high explosive.

The spirit body of the ghost is like torn paper, floating in the air with the wind.

Ye Feng looked at the Li Gui who was crushed by a punch, and nodded secretly.

No wonder I have to wear clothes, I'm afraid it's really hard to buy clothes with my muscles!

(End of this chapter)