Ming Chengfeng was preparing his sword and armor below. When he saw Feng Jueyu walking over, he was startled: "Master Feng?"
"Brother Ming?" No matter how hard he explained that Dongcheng died because of him, Feng Jueyu didn't want to see Ming Chengfeng lying on the bed like Lu Zhonghang, unable to stand up. Fortunately, he had refined a pot of poison-avoiding pills the day before, and there were three
These three poison-avoiding pills are added with the spiritual energy of life. Feng Jueyu doesn't know if they will work, but it's good to be prepared.
No matter what Ming Chengfeng thinks, Feng Jueyu knows that now is not the time to be coy, the battle is about to begin, and he only has this time and opportunity to hand over the elixir to Ming Chengfeng.
"Brother Ming, your opponent is Cheng Shaojing. I watched the competition yesterday. Cheng Shaojing's martial arts contains evil poison. For this reason, I specially prepared a poison-avoiding pill last night. Brother Ming, please be more careful." Feng Jueyu said.
, handed over the poison-proof pill.
The third-grade elixir of Baiyan was upgraded by one level under the aura of life, and there were only two elixir patterns. Ming Chengfeng had long heard about the classification of elixir levels. When he got the elixir, he clearly noticed something
A unique spiritual energy spreads from the pill. This spiritual energy may not be powerful, but it makes people feel clear-minded after smelling it.
After Ming Dongcheng's death, Ming Chengfeng did not make good friends with Feng Jueyu. There was always an insurmountable obstacle in his heart between the Ming family and Dingxin Pavilion. But this time it was different. He had witnessed Cheng Shaojing's evil deeds with his own eyes.
See, it is no secret that Lu Zhonghang is still lying on the bed. No matter how arrogant Ming Chengfeng is, he dare not say that he will be able to escape. Even if he wins in the end, if he is caught, how will he take care of the Ming family on behalf of his grandfather in the future?
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Especially after he recognized that it was a second-grade white flame elixir, Ming Chengfeng's expression changed.
"Second Grade White Flame? Did you refine this?"
There was a look of disbelief in Ming Chengfeng's eyes. He must have known that only Wang Jiutong could refine the elixir. Even though he heard that Feng Jueyu was accepted as a closed disciple by Wang Jiutong, he had never been able to refine it.
I think Feng Jueyu has this kind of talent.
Feng Jueyu did not admit it: "Brother Ming, don't ask. I don't know if it will work or not. In short, it is beneficial and harmless."
"Then...Okay." Ming Chengfeng nodded: "Anyway, Ming thanked you in advance."
"Be careful..."
Feng Jueyu said nothing more and turned around and returned to his seat. At this time, Wang Jiutong left the podium, walked to Feng Jueyu, sat down next to him and asked, "Did you give him the stuff?"
"I gave it. I hope it can help. Otherwise, if something happens to him, I won't be able to explain it to Mr. Ming." Feng Jueyu felt very heavy.
Wang Jiutong gave him a comforting look and patted his shoulder: "You first gave him the secret book of martial arts, and then specially gave him the elixirs. If you know the knowledge under the spring in Dongcheng, you can rest in peace."
What Wang Jiutong gave back was Feng Jueyu's wry smile. After all, he didn't fully understand the demonic skills, and no one knew the horror of the seven-orificed demonic heart better than him. This was a life-and-death battle. With Ming Chengfeng's character,
I will never give up easily, and who wins or loses in the end depends on God's will.
Feng Jueyu returned to his seat only to find that Ming Chengfeng and Cheng Shaojing had both stepped onto the ring. At the same time, the enthusiasm of the audience in the stands was also fully mobilized by these two unusual guys. Looking at that
The crowd in the dark crowd exuded expectations and excitement. Feng Jueyu knew that next, there would be an unprecedented high-level battle. This battle was definitely qualified to be included in the martial arts history of Taixuan Continent.
It always shines with its unconventional light.
People still don't know, this is a battle between humans and demons. How will extraordinary humans and demon warriors, two masters who are almost incomparably close to this continent, show people an unprecedented battle?
Feng Jueyu wants to know, Zhong Yuhe wants to know, Jing Wuqing wants to know...
There are also the fourteen forces and fourteen family heads sitting in the stands. They are all looking forward to this pinnacle battle.
The referee on the ring stepped forward fearfully. Perhaps it was because Cheng Shaojing cast such a heavy shadow on him the previous day that his legs were shaking when he walked. Logically speaking, this person's cultivation level is not weak and he should not
This situation would arise, but Cheng Shaojing's demonic aura spread out from the moment he came on stage. The entire arena was now shrouded in a thin layer of black mist, filled with a strange smell. How could he not be afraid.
Even Ming Chengfeng had a guarded look after taking the stage. If you observe carefully, you can definitely see that his hand is holding the iron stick tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand are bulging due to excessive exertion.
Extending to his arms, it was like long tumbling dragons wrapping around his arms. As Cheng Shaojing's momentum continued to increase, Ming Chengfeng showed no sign of weakness and unleashed all his second-level Shenwu cultivation.
"You two...can...you can start."
After the referee waved his arm fiercely, he quickly stepped on his feet and retreated to the audience in panic. It was not because he was timid, but because he had to be careful. What a joke, a duel between two masters of the second level of Shenwu was so light.
The concussion of true energy is enough to kill a Tianwu realm master, who would be impatient and still stay on the stage.
In an instant, the martial arts arena became unusually empty. The early winter morning light was as clear as water and blue waves, bringing waves of cold wind. This cold wind blew around the arena, and the situation suddenly changed, as if the martial arts arena became a
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there is a shrill roar of the cold wind, just like the ferocious beasts and raptors dormant in the vast mountains and hills and plains, roaring angrily with war intent.
The black fog continued to rise, pouring into the sky, gathering black clouds that pressed very low. The weather that was sunny just now suddenly turned into dark clouds, and the audience in the stands suddenly felt suffocated, as if
Thousands of kilograms of weight were added to the body, and even breathing felt extremely difficult. They knew that it was the huge pressure emanating from Cheng Shaojing. Facing the best among the juniors in Zhongtian City, the one who almost
Cheng Shaojing, who can be recognized as the first candidate for the position of city lord, did not show any panic or caution at all. Instead, he exuded an aura of confidence and arrogance. He actually planned to use his imposing pressure to give Ming Chengfeng a blow before the game started.
A head-on blow.
Of course, Ming Chengfeng would not show weakness. Faced with Cheng Shaojing's obvious provocation, he chose to remain as still as a mountain and as firm as a tower. Let you storm the waves. I will move forward bravely, holding the long iron stick tightly. Ming Chengfeng's body flashed
The bright golden air armor was moved, and the faint golden halo suddenly became extremely thick. The second to third layers of air armor tightly wrapped it. Ming Chengfeng's eyes were full of arrogant fighting intent, and his vision seemed to be
Like a sharp sword, it emits a chilling light.
There were frequent gasps in the stands. This eight-to-four promotion match finally ushered in a real master showdown. The disparity was almost zero. The two masters gave everyone a blow before they even started to attack.
It left a deep impression. The initial level of momentum confrontation was the second level of Shenwu. It is not difficult to imagine how fierce this battle will be once it starts.
The eyes in the stands were full of anticipation and tension. The excessive concentration caused the entire martial arts arena to fall into unprecedented silence. The biting cold wind, the low dark clouds, and the scattered golden light of the air armor formed a magnificent battle.
Picture...
After a while, an exciting moment finally came. After a short period of pressure from the two masters, neither one had the upper hand, and then, the two actually chose to attack at the same time.
Cheng Shaojing, who turned into a ball of black lightning, took out a semicircular wheel knife from his back. The special metallic luster and the blade as thin as a cicada's wing exuded a creepy atmosphere. The forging process of the round knife was extremely...
It is a complex, crescent-shaped blade with two hand guards connected at both ends. It can protect the wrist very well and be used as a short-hand weapon. However, the circular sword is more difficult than any other sword. If you want to use it well, you have to figure it out day and night.
Cheng Shaojing's aura is strange, and the sword he wields is also unique, which adds to his temperament as a demon warrior. He holds the round knife in his right hand, and his left hand still maintains the claw shape. When he flies from the opposite side, it seems like
A ferocious leopard, full of danger.
Ming Chengfeng was not to be outdone. He held up his Qi Armor early in order to guard against the opponent's poisonous claw attack. When everything was ready, he leaned slightly to one side behind him and lifted up the iron stick with two fingers.
Here, with the flip of the wrist, the big iron rod danced at high speed into silver wind wheels. The roar like a sea wave roared as the iron rod stirred the cold wind, and the shadows of the sticks filled the sky uncontrollably.
Flying towards the outside of the ring, the true energy turned into the ultimate limit and completely enveloped the area of several meters around him. It was airtight for a while, and even the dark clouds pressed down.
It was blocked by the stick wind and scattered everywhere.
It wasn't until Cheng Shaojing came over to kill them that the two of them got closer. Ming Chengfeng suddenly held the stick in both hands, made a beautiful turn around, gathered all the strength of his body, and smashed the big iron stick towards Cheng Shaojing's head.
In an instant, the situation changed, and the uncontrollable stick shadows in the sky seemed to have found a vent, following the critical stick and falling towards Cheng Shaojing. Inside and outside the ring, there were everywhere the stick wind whipping the air, and the air was as close as the sky.
The roar of thunder.
"What kind of stick technique is this?"
The eyes of the warriors in the stands were all wide-eyed. Ming Chengfeng's stick technique was as powerful as Dinghai Yida's. Although the moves were different, the power was similar. What was unbelievable was that Dinghai Yida's magic sword Dinghai was extremely consuming.
Yuan and Wang Tianyu felt a little exhausted after using it. On the contrary, when Ming Chengfeng used this shocking stick, it was not only more terrifying than the magic sword Dinghai, it was even absolutely effortless. And the most important thing was that they knew that this move
The Tao stick method is definitely not an heirloom stick method of the Ming Dynasty.
Because even Mrs. Feng Rulan looked horrified.
Of course, the calmest person in the arena was probably Feng Jueyu, because he was the only one who knew how terrifying this set of "Rage Stick" that took out the second-grade White Flame martial skill from the Dragon God's Green Palace was.