Feng Ziyue has been looking at the sudden appearance of Zheng's grandson, with an animal-like intuitive vigilance in his heart.
This person was someone he had never met in his previous life.
In the previous life, Feng Ziyue left Wuyang City early. When he came back after the Shenshui Catastrophe, the Feng family had been torn apart and the Zheng family had also moved away. Therefore, he had never known about this person named Zheng Long.
And this person’s cultivation level…
Feng Ziyue couldn't see through Zheng Long's cultivation, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked. With his current eyesight, everyone below the great martial artist could see clearly. Either Zheng Long had some way to hide his strength, or he was just a martial artist.
Your Majesty!
How could he be able to become a Martial Master when he is less than thirty years old?
Feng Ziyue recalled everything he knew about the Zheng family and grandchildren, but it was hazy. He only remembered that it seemed that the legend had died long ago, but now it seems that he must have been accepted as a disciple by some strange person - if he could really train him
If there is a martial master before the age of thirty, then his disciple must be an innate master!
Feng Ziyue has thirty years of experience ahead of him. He knows some of the secrets that ordinary people don't know today.
In fact, there are not a few hidden innate masters on the Tianwu Continent. In order to pass on the inheritance, they will also secretly accept some disciples from well-qualified martial arts families as disciples. However, this matter is very secretive. Except for those who are spread in the world, there is no so-called innate master.
Apart from the legend that the twenty-year-old Wu Zun would be favored by the Innate Holy Land, no one knew the details.
The actual situation is that those innate masters often choose disciples from an early age. Children with good qualifications of four or five years old are likely to be directly selected. Of course, this probability is extremely small. Feng Ziyue also encountered it later.
Only the descendants of these innate masters know that such a thing exists.
Could it be that this Zheng Long was also the chosen successor due to some bad luck?
Feng Ziyue's face darkened. If this was the case, the pressure faced by the Feng family would be too great!
Zheng Tu proposed to compete in advance, probably for this reason! If he really has an eldest grandson of Wu Zun, he naturally feels that he is sure to win!
"Is this Brother Fengzi Yue Xian? This is my first time meeting Zheng Long. I have heard about Brother Feng Xian for a long time. When we meet him today, he is indeed extraordinary!"
Zheng Long, however, surprised everyone and came over to say hello with a smile, as if nothing had ever happened between the Feng and Zheng families.
Everyone present couldn't help but murmur in their hearts, didn't Zheng Hu really die at the hands of the Feng family?
Feng Ziyue could clearly see that Zheng Long had a long and narrow face and sinister eyes. Although he smiled cheerfully, there was no sincerity in it. He had expected that the person coming was evil, so he didn't care and smiled slightly, "It turns out to be Brother Zheng. I didn't expect Zheng
There is such a young handsome man in our family, he really has a lot of savings..."
What he said was also very old-fashioned. After all, Feng Ziyue was only a teenager. It always felt a little inconsistent to praise a handsome young man in his twenties.
Zheng Long smiled sinisterly, "I've also heard that Brother Feng Xian's swordsmanship is superb, and I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know when I'll have the opportunity to see it."
Feng Ziyue nodded, "The Feng and Zheng families are about to compete. Of course Brother Zheng will have such an opportunity."
The two people's eyes met, and they each used words to test each other. Their momentum was evenly matched, but within two or three sentences, sparks flew and tensions began to rise.
The onlookers were startled. At first they were smiling at each other, but in the blink of an eye they were about to take action again - it seemed that the two families still had deep conflicts, but they were only in harmony on the surface, and many people were murmuring in their hearts.
Many people already knew that the big competition between the Feng and Zheng families was ahead of schedule. Zhuge Dan looked at Zheng Long and then at Feng Ziyue, with a hint of worry on his face that was not easily noticeable. His daughter Zhuge Lian was there.
It was obvious from the side that he was holding his father's hand and smiling slightly.
"When did this Zheng Long appear?"
"It doesn't look like your cultivation is weak? Now it turns out that the Zheng family's disadvantage has turned over again."
"It goes without saying that Zheng Long is much older than Feng Ziyue, but his cultivation level is also..."
"What do you know? If you are already very advanced at your age, why do you still need to fight? I think Feng Ziyue has more chances to win."
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd.
The Feng Zheng Competition is a major event in Wuyang City. It is held once every ten years and determines the rule of Wuyang City for the next ten years. In recent decades, with the strength of Feng Tianhe, the Feng family has always won.
But after the last Feng Zheng Competition, Feng Bufan left, and no outstanding genius emerged from the third generation of the Feng family. Instead, Zheng Hu, the third generation of the Zheng family, stood out. Seeing the result of the Feng Zheng Competition, it must be
The Zheng family won.
Unexpectedly, another Feng Ziyue appeared out of thin air, and Zheng Hu died inexplicably, and the situation was reversed again.
Later, the Zheng family proposed that the date of the competition between the Feng and Zheng families should be moved up. Everyone was a little confused. Today, when Zheng Long showed up, everyone knew the trump card in the hands of old man Zheng Tu.
But can Zheng Long really have a way to deal with the sudden rise of Feng Ziyue?
The situation is once again plunged into uncertainty.
Zheng Long heard the comments from the people around him and smiled proudly. He approached Feng Ziyue and lowered his voice, "I would like to see your swordsmanship before the competition between the two families... I didn't know you had it."
Don’t have the guts…”
His voice was full of provocation.
Feng Ziyue glanced at him indifferently, and also lowered his voice, "Your brother also had this idea at the beginning - so, he died!"
"You!" Zheng Long's face instantly distorted, revealing a ferocious look, but he immediately suppressed it.
"Boy, don't be too arrogant! I will send you down to accompany my brother soon!"
He said something viciously into Feng Ziyue's ear, his eyes becoming more sinister.
Feng Ziyue smiled calmly, "Now your cultivation level is indeed better than mine, and I am no match for you. But when the two families compete, that won't necessarily be the case."
There is still one month left for the big competition between the two families.
Feng Ziyue's current cultivation level is at the level of a martial artist, which is still two levels lower than that of a martial master.
Although with his level of physical training and his miraculous swordsmanship, he can compete with the great martial masters, but in the end he is still inferior to the martial master.
Is one month enough to change this strength gap?
Zheng Long seemed to have heard the funniest thing and laughed wildly, "A month? You want to catch up with me? Haha, hahahaha..."
He finally stopped laughing and said, "Just saying this to you, I really have to save your life. Let me see what you can give me in the Feng Zheng Competition in one month."
What a surprise!”
"I hope that when the time comes," Zheng Long glared at him fiercely, "you won't die too quickly!"