"Well, Feng Wugu doesn't play according to common sense. Why don't we just play tomorrow?"
"Don't you understand this? When top players compete, any advantage can be infinitely magnified.
Feng Wugu's attack now is to catch him off guard, and Zhong Yulong will be cowardly if he doesn't take the attack, so he can only take it bravely!"
"Exciting and exciting, I thought this unprecedented battle would have to wait until tomorrow, but I never thought I could see it today!"
Faced with Feng Wugu's sudden challenge, Zhong Yulong stood up without fear even though his blood was seriously injured due to poisoning.
He simply stood on the martial arts stage. From the outside, he looked like an ordinary old man with a hunchback, without any momentum or anything special.
Compared with Zhou Yipan, the supreme elder of Jinzhongmen who has amazing energy and blood, he seems to be a world away.
But no one at the scene will underestimate him, just because he is Zhong Yulong!
A person whose hands are stained with an unknown amount of blood, a person whose name scares countless people, a person who stands at the top of the world with his cultivation!
But his opponent Feng Wugu is also a legend.
The previous head of the Xuantian Sword Sect and the former leader of the ten major sects, he managed to fight his way out of the ghost city with a single sword without any damage.
He topped the Tiger List when he was young, and topped the Dragon List when he was young. He held the top spot for five years, and did not automatically drop off the list until he was forty years old.
Ten years after he fell off the list, he set foot in the realm of celebrities, and on the same day challenged and defeated Taoist Feng Luo, one of the Four Huanzhen Sons who had been famous for many years!
He only lost once in his life, and that was the battle he lost to Zhong Yulong.
But since then, he resigned from his position as leader and went into seclusion. Now he has shocked the world as soon as he came out of seclusion. No one knows how far his martial arts has reached!
On the martial arts stage, Feng Wugu's momentum soared into the sky like a towering peak that wanted to pierce the blue sky, while Zhong Yulong's aura was as calm as a puddle of sea water, as quiet and unfathomable as to awe-inspiring people.
The two of them just stood there, feeling a dizzying feeling of tearing apart, and an invisible confrontation of momentum was already unfolding in the dark.
Everyone in the audience was talking a lot.
"Tell me, who will win in this battle of celebrities?"
"I think it's because Feng Wugu has a profound foundation in the ten major sects. He has been in seclusion for ten years since he lost to Zhong Yulong last time. He must have made a qualitative breakthrough in his cultivation!"
"Wrong, I think it's still Zhong Yulong. Since he can beat Feng Wugu once, he can win a second time!"
"It's a pity that there is no handicap, which makes a gambling person like me really itchy!"
"Haha, no matter how smart you are, you won't use the battle between celebrities to start your betting market. It's like an old man hangs himself because he thinks he has a long life!"
Several of Zhong Yulong's disciples were quite anxious at this time.
The second disciple Li Bingqiang said, "Master Zhong's injury has not fully recovered yet. You can tell the situation and wait for the competition tomorrow!"
The fourth disciple Yang Zhe said, "Master Zhong has been very strong all his life. Letting him do this is tantamount to surrendering to Feng Wugu. That would be worse than killing him!"
Liu Mang, who had just announced the identity of his sixth disciple in front of everyone, was extremely worried at this time, and his eyes were fixed on the martial arts stage.
He was helpless. Although he had an attribute bar, his current martial arts skills could only be considered top-notch in the arena, and he really couldn't help Mr. Zhong.
After all, I have been learning martial arts for less than a year!
Everyone is staring at the martial arts stage with excitement. A battle that will be recorded in the history of martial arts is about to begin!
Just when Zhong Yulong and Feng Wugu were about to fight, a misty voice suddenly came from far away.
"Why are you in such a hurry? We haven't all taken our seats yet."
A figure came riding the wind from a high altitude in the distance. Due to the speed of Qinggong, the clothes on its body made a "squeaking" sound, just like a big bird flying in at a very fast speed.
He soon arrived at the viewing platform, and an old man who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old appeared.
He was wearing black clothes and trousers with gold patterns, and a pure black and white turban on his head. He had some wrinkles on his face but did not look old at all. His face was serious without a smile, which made people feel...
to tremendous pressure.
As soon as this person appeared, the audience screamed in surprise, and many big shots in the audience couldn't help but stand up.
Even Feng Wugu and Zhong Yulong's eyes couldn't help but drift towards here.
"This is Mr. Lin, the head of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, one of the strongest men in our southeastern martial arts world!"
"Mr. Lin, the escort chief, is also a celebrity who has been famous for many years, but it is rumored that he has not been out of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau headquarters for a long time. I didn't expect that this competition would attract him here!"
"Where is Mr. Lin's escort head sitting? Someone in the first row must have given up his seat!"
While everyone was talking, one of Huang Jifeng's disciples hurriedly moved a golden grand master's chair and ran over, placing it at the forefront of all the black chairs from the forces outside the mountain!
Mr. Lin, the head escort, sat on the golden chair without hesitation and nodded slightly to the other two famous figures in the Taiyun Mountains opposite.
In the nearest row of black chairs behind him, sit Ji Congjing, the leader of the Wuliang Sect, Zhou Yipan, the Supreme Elder of the Admiralty Sect, the Lotus Sword Immortal, the powerful Baihua Sword Sect, the unknown swordsmith of the Mingjian Villa, and Han
The five powerful men of the City Sword Sect, Red Hero Lu Gaoyang.
However, Mr. Lin is not the only famous person who came to participate in the Skyfire Conference today.
"It's so lively."
A shallow sigh seemed to explode in everyone's ears.
An old man with silver hair and an ordinary face, wearing gray cloth, also walked slowly and slowly from a distance.
Although he looks ordinary, people feel extraordinary when looking at him. Although his steps are slow, he is in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.
Every move he makes seems to contain the truth of heaven and earth, and every word and deed attracts the attention of everyone on the field. When people see him, they will have a feeling of looking up at a high mountain and walking in the sight.
The old man in gray clothes has bare feet and his hair is loose, looking like a worldly master.
When they saw the old man in gray clothes, the three famous escorts on the viewing platform, Mr. Lin from the Zhenyuan Escort Agency, Bao Zhuoru from the Thunderbolt Hand, and Li Jiawei from the Fudang King, all stood up at the same time and greeted him with fists in their hands, which also shocked everyone on the field.
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"The sword technique of Duanshui is famous all over the world. The old man participated in the battle between good and evil seventy years ago and killed countless evil masters.
It is a living fossil in today’s martial arts world and the anchor of the Southeast!”
"I didn't expect that even Mrs. Zhang would be attracted. Although there are many famous people present, who can compare with him in terms of seniority?"
As soon as Mrs. Zhang arrived at the viewing platform, Huang Jifeng's disciples urgently brought up another golden chair!
Mr. Zhang was sitting next to Mr. Lin, the head escort, facing the two famous figures from Tianhuo Mountain Range.
At this time, there was another sound of dancing clothes, and a figure landed in the center of the viewing platform with great arrogance.
The leaders of the sect and aristocratic families present all looked at this man in surprise.
This man showed his face, and he was about forty years old. He had a dazzling golden crown on his head, and in his hand was an extraordinary long sword wrapped in a silver scabbard.
His eyes were like swords, and his whole body was full of aura. His white robe was embroidered with a silver sword-shaped pattern that was very similar to the sword in his hand.
Seeing his arrival, Huang Jifeng's disciples hurriedly brought up the third golden chair.
"This is the contemporary head of the Xuantian Sword Sect! The leaders of the ten major sects, by virtue of their status, can be equal to the famous ones!"
"Feng Wugu is said to be his master, so he will naturally come to watch the battle."
"Is the Xuantian Sword he is holding in his hand? Although it is not among the top ten magic weapons, it is still at the top of the list of famous weapons!"
On the viewing platform, there are three golden seats on the side of Tianhuoshan and the forces outside the mountain, which look quite symmetrical.
On the martial arts stage, Zhong Yulong and Feng Wugu could finally fight without any distractions.
I saw that the two of them did not take action first, but closed their eyes in unison.
boom!
Everyone seemed to hear a thunder sound in the sky!
Although nothing seemed to have happened, there was an obvious feeling of impending disaster, as if a storm was coming, which made everyone's heart heavy.
"When masters compete, their energy moves first!" said a passerby with an ugly face.
And less than a breath later, Zhong Yulong and Feng Wugu opened their eyes at the same time, and they didn't know who suffered the loss in the battle between Qi and Qi.