Now the emperor of Huoyang Kingdom is a martial arts champion, and his own strength is enough to intimidate anyone. He beats the two Babel drums with sonorous force. The sound of the drums shakes the sky and the earth like thunder, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly changes. Was pushed to the a**.
This representative of the Sirius tribe is indeed not very good in terms of body and appearance, but he also has strange abilities that ordinary people cannot match. As soon as the competition between the two sides started, the representative of the Sirius clan jumped up suddenly, flipped backwards in the air for several weeks, and when he landed, all four limbs landed on the ground at the same time, and his two eyes seemed to be filled with endless anger. Unable to stare.
I saw him raising his head toward the sky and letting out a shrill wolf howl. This howl instantly drowned out all the sounds in the field. Immediately afterwards, countless sharp steel thorns measuring more than half an inch protruded from various parts of the body! There are actually tiny thorn-like protrusions on both sides of the cheeks.
"Haha, what a half-hearted werewolf!" Feng Zhiheng, who was standing opposite the werewolf in the field, felt a little speechless. He never expected that the Sirius Clan would send a young werewolf to challenge him. Perhaps it was because his status as a guest did not attract enough attention.
"What do you mean by that?" The werewolf player on the opposite side, who was originally full of fighting spirit, glared at Feng Zhiheng.
"Feng Mou heard that all members of your Sirius clan are put into the pack of wolves when they are born. They can only survive there for three years before they are eligible to return to your Sirius clan. And you are the most powerful. His martial arts is to practice and evolve the werewolf transformation technique to fight by injecting wild wolf blood. If I know correctly, the highest level of werewolf transformation technique is to completely transform from human form into wolf form. Once it evolves to that point, not only You can rule your Sirius clan, and you can also lead a real wolf pack! But your werewolf transformation technique seems to have not even reached the mid-term stage, so what is it if you are not a half-hearted werewolf?"
As soon as Feng Xin Zhiheng spoke, most of the Wangcheng supporters in the field booed. This made the little prodigal across the street so embarrassed that he had no choice but to rush towards Feng Zhiheng.
I saw that Feng Zhiheng’s movements were extremely neat! With such a random shock, the half-finished werewolf on the opposite side was sent flying backwards by a powerful blast of energy.
There was another round of thunderous applause. The little werewolf was not seriously hurt, but he seemed to no longer have the face or courage to rush towards Feng Zhiheng.
Gradually, the audience below the stands started to make gestures to drive him away. After all, this kind of one-sided food-crushing competition could not satisfy their tastes at all.
"Damn it! If our clan leader hadn't been plotted by someone, would it be Feng's turn to show off his power? Young master, don't be discouraged, we have a long way to go!"
The little werewolf regained his human form and returned to the werewolf tribe with an angry look on his face. Perhaps only his tribesmen were still speaking words of encouragement to him at this moment.
On the huge platform, Feng Zhiheng was winning this battle effortlessly at this moment. Even the emperor who had just beaten the drum to support him felt that it was not enough. From this point of view, the Sirius clan was probably out of business.
However, at this moment, a silver-haired old man sitting in the front row of the Nanjun He family looked at Feng Zhiheng on the stage with deep meaning. The two just looked at each other and smiled without making any obvious movements. Then the old man nodded slightly to his tribesmen behind him, and then turned his head away.
The huge crowds of spectators still play an important role in exaggerating the atmosphere of the game. At this moment, without waiting for the master of ceremonies on the stage to speak, a figure rose into the air where the Nanjun He family was, and then made a perfect turn and landed in the center of the competition venue. He spread out the folding fan in his hand, and his hair on his temples flew in the wind. , it is He Jiyang, the romantic young man who is famous all over the world.
The handsome and transcendent figure immediately made the audience shout at the top of their lungs! Countless young girls in love waved their handkerchiefs vigorously, regardless of their own image, to cheer for their dream lovers. The audience who originally supported Feng Zhiheng also switched sides at this time, causing Feng Zhiheng opposite to smile and lightly shake his head.
However, at this moment, Feng Zhiheng made a move that once again shocked the entire audience. Seeing him slowly turning around, bowing and saluting, he spoke respectfully to the emperor on the high platform.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, today can be said to be the most powerful period of our Fire Sun Kingdom's triennial period. Strong men from all the foreign races under our jurisdiction have gathered together to compete and compete for the authority to protect the next royal city. We As a foreign guest of the royal family, the Feng family is also a member of the royal city. They should dedicate themselves to the protection of our royal city. According to my opinion, in this competition, my Feng family should focus on observing and learning. "
Yanli below couldn't help but nodded when he heard the words, knowing that Mr. Feng was really good at controlling the situation, and that Prince Wu really didn't just pick up his name.
After Feng Zhiheng finished this, he saw the emperor on the high platform gently twirling his beard, and agreed without thinking much.
As Feng Zhiheng's sworn brother, the Emperor of Huoyang Kingdom naturally knew that Feng Zhiheng's strength was not comparable to that of ordinary leaders of other countries. Looking at the entire royal city, there were not many people who could compete with him. Naturally, there is a certain reason for withdrawing from the war this time.
After receiving the emperor's permission, Feng Zhiheng returned to the rest area where the Xin family was amid the cheers of the audience, and nodded to Yan Li who was sitting beside him.
"Ji Yang, a descendant of the He family in Nanjun, is asking for a fight. He is willing to learn from the masters of foreign races from various countries." He Jiyang said polite words, but his eyes glowing with lavender light were fixed on the area where the Ling Feng family was.
Feng Yuchen just glanced lightly in the direction of He Jiyang, and then stopped looking at him at all. However, she was keenly aware that at that moment, the leader of the Ling Feng clan next to her had done something to He Jiyang on the field for no reason.
The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and Feng Yuchen's mind suddenly changed, as if he thought of something. Subconsciously, he touched the mark on his left wrist. The glimmer of light on his forehead suddenly flashed quietly. At this moment, even though Congrui Yuchen was as thoughtful as she was, she didn't know whether what she did this time was right or wrong. Her bargaining chip is all tied to Juedu.
The ancestral hall in the north courtyard of Fengfu.
In the middle of the temple is a statue of Miller Buddha with a gentle face. The huge Buddha statue occupies almost one-third of the entire ancestral hall. An old man with pale face and white hair was kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha statue. He was holding Buddhist beads in one hand and a wooden fish in the other. He was chanting Buddhist words over and over again with the sound of Buddha in the ancestral hall, feeling relaxed and relaxed. , seems to have been integrated with everything here.
After the old man finished reciting the entire Buddhist sutra, a very strange spiritual power instantly filled the entire ancestral hall without any warning. Then the next moment, a blazing flame of true energy ignited around the old man who was kneeling on the futon.
Unexpectedly, the old man was still as calm as ever. He calmly waved his hand around him, and the raging flames around him faded away.
"The masters of the Lingfeng tribe have come all the way, why don't you go into the temple to talk about it?" The old man put down the Buddhist vessel in his hand and slowly opened his eyes that had been silent for a long time. His eyes seemed to be as sharp as hiding an endless edge.
However, there was still no figure seen in the ancestral hall, but a dark red group of spiritual energy was faintly condensed at the door, blocking the mottled light that was scattered outside the door. But he never saw this dense aura transforming into a human form.
"Where is the reincarnated flower spirit body?" Such a sentence came out faintly in the crimson aura. The calm tone did not break the silence and peaceful atmosphere in the ancestral hall at this moment.
Seeing that the old man's face was still expressionless, but at this moment his body started to move. The body that was still kneeling turned around for no reason, facing the dense aura behind him.
The old man stared at the flame-like breath, clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "I wonder what the donor meant by coming all the way to find this reincarnated person?"
The old man didn't hear any sound, but saw a faint cyan light suddenly appear in the center of the crimson flames, and finally gathered together, and a feather-like pattern appeared out of thin air.
At this moment, when the old man saw the pattern, he could no longer remain calm. There was a faint twinge between his brows for a moment, and then he closed his eyes again.
"I have no idea where the reincarnated person is now. I send you my envoy respectfully."
In a daze, the dense crimson flames at the door completely disappeared, and the spiritual power that was originally surging in the ancestral hall also disappeared. Everything seemed to have returned to calm, but the old man couldn't help but feel surges in his heart.
"I wonder if Chen'er is a blessing or a curse this time!" After a while, the long Zen sound sounded again in the ancestral hall.
The huge palace was still buzzing with people and full of jubilation. At this moment, the Nanjun Master He Jiyang on the stage defeated the masters of the five major foreign races. The young girl in the audience was filled with excitement and a hazy look. The masters of other foreign races from other countries were also overwhelmed. They never imagined that three years ago, he was just a talented boy, but now he has become a powerful leader, with his fierce attacks. , the exquisiteness of his methods impressed everyone in the audience.
However, Yan Li was already a little sleepy watching it at this moment. He really hoped that there would be a highlight. After all, what he was waiting for was just a love scene, and he just wanted to be the Yuelao who fulfilled the fate of the mandarin duck.
"This round of competition is over. The He family of Nanjun has won. The trophy is: a Blood Moon Scimitar and ten thousand taels of gold! I wonder which representative of the force is going to accept the challenge next?"
Following the words of the emcee, the cheers from the audience became as strong as a mountain roar and a tsunami. It's just that among the remaining foreign leaders, look at me and I look at you. No one has made this determination. After the previous rounds of competition, they have already seen that they cannot defeat the battlefield with their own strength. He Jiyang is no longer what he used to be. Therefore, they all gave up this idea.
At this time, Feng Yuchen in the stands felt a cool breeze blowing on his face. The surrounding spiritual energy surged slightly for a moment, and the figure of the leader Ling Feng appeared in the battle platform.
The Ling Feng family was once known as the number one martial arts inheritance in the small world, and its members were naturally the mortal enemies of those in the ghost realm. As soon as they appeared on the battlefield, some old guys from the ghost realm in the distance all looked like they were clenching their teeth. Their appearance is neither human nor ghost, and now they look even more sinister.
However, this time it was He Jiyang on the stage who spoke first.
"Oh, it turns out they are the rats from the Ling Feng family! It seems that I really underestimated you. I went back to your mountains without rubbing my feet, but I still have the nerve to show up here!"
"Haha, speaking of which, I really have to thank you, nephew He Shi, for this. If you hadn't appeared in time to provide carbon to our Ling Feng family, we really wouldn't be able to bring anything to participate in this competition!"
Seeing the smile on He Jiyang's face disappearing in an instant, his figure suddenly flashed a few seconds and came to the front of the white-bearded elder opposite. Can Xue's Spiritual Dao Confusion Technique was performed again, and a faint purple light suddenly rose outside the bodies of the two people who were just a short distance apart. At this moment, it looked like a burst of light to the outside world, as if the two were already fighting.
"Old guy, what are you trying to do? Don't use my things to negotiate a deal with me. No one can control her except me! Just like you can't control Juedu! Don't use illusory things as capital. Come and negotiate terms with me!"
Hearing this, Yan Li felt a sense of disgust in his heart. It was obvious that Feng Yuchen and her lover were being used as bargaining chips. It seemed that he really needed to clear the obstacles for the two of them!
"No, you are wrong. Juedu is not the capital of my Ling Feng clan, but hers!" The leader of the Ling Feng clan said softly with a proud arc on his lips.