Chapter 50: The Covenant of Picking Three Levels in a Row (1)
Chapter 50: A promise to challenge three levels in a row (Part 1)
"grandfather!"
Feng Ziyue's heart tightened and he flew in. The Feng family members guarding the door felt their eyes blurred as a figure passed by and headed straight for the inner courtyard.
This time Feng Ziyue tried his best, and the wind under his feet was like lightning, and the guarding martial artist had no time to stop him. He was also anxious. Since the Xue'er incident was resolved, he was once again worried about his relatives.
Feng Tianhe was supposed to be the invincible God of War at this time. In the realm of Wuyang City, except for Zhuge Dan, no one was his rival!
He shouldn't be in any danger!
How could he be in danger?
Feng Ziyue was so distraught that he rushed into the courtyard where Feng Tianhe lived. He saw the chief steward Leng Kai with a frightened look on his face, so he rushed over as well.
Feng Tianhe has been living alone in the backyard for the past few years, studying martial arts quietly, without even anyone around him to serve him.
Of course, no one has ever worried about his safety. In Wuyang City, who dares to touch the tiger's butt?
But there are always exceptions.
When Feng Ziyue and Leng Kai rushed into Feng Tianhe's quiet room, they saw him sitting alone in the corner, with a sallow and haggard face, sitting cross-legged, with white mist on his head. A low table in front of him was smashed to pieces, and there was a table on it.
The tea cup overturned, but there were no water stains on the floor. Instead, there were scorch marks.
"grandfather!"
"Master!"
Feng Ziyue and Leng Kai both exclaimed at the same time. Hearing them come in, Feng Tianhe suddenly opened his eyes and smiled dryly.
"Yue'er, Brother Leng, you are here..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed, his chest couldn't rise and fall, and a line of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Feng Ziyue and Leng Kai looked at each other with shock in their hearts - in Wuyang City, someone actually hurt Feng Tianhe! And it should only take a few moves to calm down before the two of them arrived.
Escape.
Feng Ziyue frowned and squatted down to check the marks on the ground.
"How many people?" He raised his head and asked Feng Tianhe.
Unless an innate master takes action, it is impossible for a person to hurt Feng Tianhe in just a few encounters. With Feng Tianhe's experience in the world, he will never be attacked by anyone.
"Two people..."
Feng Tianhe smiled bitterly and raised two fingers.
There was a look of horror on Leng Kai's face, "Could it be that the Zhuge family..."
"No!" Feng Tianhe denied with difficulty, "It's old man Zheng and a young man..."
He paused and tried to force out a heroic smile, "They didn't escape unscathed either!"
Feng Tianhe's temperament is old and spicy. Although he has suffered a loss, he will never admit it easily. He grinned his lips with difficulty, showing a laughing expression, but he twitched the wound and took another breath of cold air.
Feng Ziyue shook his hand, gently touching the marks on the ground, and gradually revealed an angry look, "Zheng Long!"
Only him!
Only when the two great warriors joined forces and were caught off guard, could Feng Tianhe suffer such a depressing loss.
"Zheng Long?" Feng Tianhe frowned, "Is he a descendant of the Zheng family?"
It seems that the news of Zheng Long's appearance from the Zhuge family that night did not reach Feng Tianhe's ears in time - of course, it is more likely that since the Zheng family took this action tonight, they also deliberately blocked the transmission of information.
Feng Ziyue and Leng Kai, one on the left and the other on the right, blocked the pulse gates of Feng Tianhe's hands, each inputting profound energy to detect his injuries.
At the same time, he sighed and told Feng Tianhe and Leng Kai about Zheng Long.
"Zheng Long, who we all thought died young, was actually accepted as a disciple by someone from the Xiantian Secret Realm? His current cultivation level is actually that of a Martial Master?"
Feng Tianhe took a breath of cold air and looked at each other with Leng Kai, his expressions darkening.
This news was really shocking. Although Feng Tianhe had already suffered a loss at the hands of this kid, he never expected that the truth would be like this.
"I originally thought that Old Man Zheng felt that the third generation would definitely not be able to defeat Yue'er, so he took the risk and found someone to hurt me so that they could win the competition - if that boy is his grandson Zheng Long, then
Why should he..."
Although his grandson is great, Feng Tianhe's pride does not allow him to believe that this fourteen-year-old child can actually defeat a martial master.
If Zheng Long was a martial master, he would definitely defeat Feng Ziyue, but the gap between Zheng Jingwei and Feng Buping was as wide as heaven and earth.
The Zheng family has already won two games, so why do they need to do such a despicable thing?
"unless……"
Feng Tianhe pondered for a long time, then suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and vomited out a mouthful of blood, "Damn it, these two Zheng family scoundrels are really ruthless..."
He was originally a vulgar person with a burning nature, but now he becomes even more furious when he is injured.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to recover from my injury in two or three months. It's no problem to deal with weaker people. But if I have to deal with a Martial Lord, then..."
Feng Tianhe slapped the ground hard, "The Zheng family, do you really want to drive us all out of the Feng family?"
"What?"
Feng Ziyue frowned, still not thinking about what the Zheng family was planning; Leng Kai's expression changed, as if he had thought of something.
At this moment, someone suddenly rushed in to report, his head covered with sweat.
"Master, the Zheng family sent someone to deliver a message. In this competition, they will adopt a strategy of challenging three levels in a row!"
"As expected!" Feng Tianhe slapped his thigh, his beard and hair fluttering, and he cursed angrily.
Feng Ziyue's face darkened, and he finally understood why the Zheng family wanted to risk a sneak attack and hurt Feng Tianhe!
The rules of the Feng Zheng Competition are that one person from each of the three generations competes one by one, winning two out of three to determine the outcome. Therefore, the competition is not only about the level of the masters, but also about the backbone and future potential.
The winner will get the power of Wuyang City for the next ten years; the loser will not be able to get involved.
But under one circumstance, the rules change.
This was also the agreement made by the ancestors of the Feng and Zheng families.
If there is someone in the third generation of any family who is extremely talented and a peerless genius, they can challenge the other three in turn. If one person wins three games in a row, he can win the permanent dominance of Wuyang City. The other family must
Move out of Wuyang City immediately!
This extremely extreme situation has never happened before.
After all, no matter how evil the genius of the third generation is, he is still young, and the possibility of winning three games in a row is very slim. As long as he loses one game, the family has failed. Therefore, in the history of Feng Zheng Dabi, no one has taken the risk.
This agreement to challenge three levels in a row.
But today, it is very different!
Feng Tianhe was injured, the Feng family's highest combat power was damaged, and no one could win the Martial Lord.
Although Zheng Long is young, he is already a generation master who has broken through the martial arts master!
Take this opportunity to completely sweep the Feng family out of Wuyang City! This is the goal of the Zheng family!
"Damn it!" Feng Tianhe blew his beard and glared, furious, but helpless.
Feng Ziyue gradually calmed down. He took a deep breath and suddenly showed a calm smile.
"In that case," he paused, "Grandpa, let's activate our agreement to challenge three levels in a row! Let the grandson pack the Zheng family and send them out of Wuyang City alone!"
