Zhenfeng was sweating profusely, but he finally blocked the finger.
His strength was not inferior to those at the top level of the sect. It was not easy for Long Tian to pin him down with one finger. He immediately slapped down his entire palm with all five fingers.
Zhenfeng only felt that a fiery red sky collapsed!
His sword light exploded instantly like glass!
Bang!
The flame palm prints hit the ground directly, and the Xuan Sword in Zhen Feng's hand was knocked away. He vomited blood, and his body shot out backwards. In an instant, he flew more than a hundred feet away.
Long Tian fell slowly, his eyes fixed on Zhenfeng, but his face was indifferent. Zhenfeng fell to the ground, obviously not believing that he was seriously injured. He struggled and wanted to stand up, but found that his whole body was sore and numb.
He couldn't exert any strength, so he could only lie on the ground and stare at Long Tian...
"This game, Long Tian wins!" The middle-aged man in red, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes and shouted. After looking at Long Tian, he shouted again: "Invite contestant No. 1000 to the stage!"
Zhen Feng was carried off the ring by the disciples of Jian Zhen Sect, but his eyes were staring at Long Tian with great reluctance. Apparently he still didn't believe that he had been defeated like this. He had been defeated so neatly. Thinking of the terrifying power that had just swept through his body, he looked at Long Tian.
Tian's expression also became heavy.
Zhen Gang looked at Zhen Feng being carried down, stood up, walked towards Zhen Feng, looked at Zhen Feng with doting eyes, and asked softly: "Zhen Feng, how are your injuries?"
Zhen Feng glanced at Zhen Gang, a flash of regret flashed in his eyes, and said softly: "Brother, I have failed to live up to your high expectations."
Zhen Gang smiled warmly, gently stroked Zhen Feng's head, and said softly: "Zhen Feng, remember, there are many geniuses in Xuantian Continent. We can't sit in a well and watch the sky. Tell me what you think about your battle with Na Long Tian!"
Zhenfeng's eyes flashed with warmth. He took a breath and wanted to move, but found that his strength could not come up at all. Immediately, he whispered: "Brother, this Long Tian's martial arts is very terrifying. In fact, his attacks are not powerful."
No matter how much trauma it caused to me, I was defeated by Long Tian's terrifying martial arts. The collision just now made it impossible for the sword skills I used to exert any force. I think his martial arts are at least heaven-level.
"
Zhen Gang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed, and he whispered: "Zhen Feng, do you think his martial arts are terrifying?"
A flash of fear flashed in Zhenfeng's eyes, and he felt the terrifying palm print sweeping through his body. He shuddered, nodded slowly, and whispered: "It's scary!!"
Zhen Gang nodded, his eyes flashing, and immediately said to the Jian Zhen Sect disciple next to him: "Carry Zhen Feng into the room to rest first!"
Looking at Zhen Feng being carried away, Zhen Gang's eyes flashed with sharp knives. Zhen Feng was Zhen Gang's only younger brother. Although Zhen Gang did not show anger, he was heartbroken and turned his head to look down.
Long Tian, who was in the arena, had a cold light in his eyes, and murmured: "Are martial arts scary?" Suddenly, Zhen Gang's eyes burst out with a sharp light.
Ah Chen and Cheng Xu were chatting and laughing, and Zhen Gang felt inexplicable jealousy in his heart. What kind of luck did this boy have? He could have such a good relationship with these two people, and... he even had such a beauty. Unknowingly, he
In the middle, Zhen Gang's hands were clenched tightly, and his eyes were filled with sharp light.
Chengxu is the number one young person in the Xuanlin Sect, and Achen is the number one young person in the Xuandi Sect. The two of them are hot and cold, but it is extremely difficult to become friends with the two of them. They are so unpredictable.
Their tempers have even discouraged many disciples in the sect. Their identities are destined to become the targets of others' fawning, but they never fall into that trap... At this time, Long Tian actually and
The two of them got along so well that not only Zhen Gang, but also the disciples of other large and small sects were jealous.
Everyone in the Yuntian Sect was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Long Tian's strength just now made them all fall into deep thought. Lin Zifeng's eyes flashed with excitement, and after Xu Mu glanced at Long Tian, a hint of understanding appeared on his cold face.
Smile, as for Lin Tianhao, he opened his eyes for a moment and closed them again, but he became more vigilant in his heart. He felt a hint of threat from Long Tian.
"You guy, your strength has really improved. Hehe, I'm looking forward to fighting with you." Achen punched Long Tian in the chest and said with a smile.
Long Tian smiled indifferently and nodded. He was still frightened by the fact that Ah Chen struck out with a sword when they met before.
Chengxu didn't speak, but his smile showed that he was also very happy and happy for Long Tian's strength.
Not far away, Duan Tian Demon stared at Long Tian with gleaming eyes. He could clearly see Long Tian's martial arts and the process of defeating the true peak just now. Gradually, a smile appeared on the corner of Duan Tian Demon's mouth.
He murmured: "The exchange conference...is getting more and more interesting!"
"Achen, how long will it take before I can compete again?" Long Tian asked.
"Um... It's still the first round of screening, and there's the second round, and the third round... However, the second round is still early, it will probably take three or four days!" Ah Chen glanced at the disciples who were fighting in the ring in full swing.
, said softly.
"Well, then I'll go back and practice first!" Long Tian nodded, said goodbye to Chengxu and Achen, and left.
"Is it possible that this kid wants to enter the top ten? He works so hard? However, with his strength, it is really possible!" Ah Chen murmured as he looked at Long Tian's retreating figure. Chengxu stood there coldly,
His deep eyes sparkled with light.
Long Tian returned to the room and saw that "Ouyang Yin'er" had not come back yet. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Immediately, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to meditate.
Xuanlin Sect is surrounded by mountains and is on the top of the highest mountain in the mountains.
A white silhouette stood here quietly, its eyes swept across the surrounding sea of clouds indifferently, and then said: "Uncle Xuan, come out!"
"Miss Yin'er! I can only feel her presence vaguely, but not very clearly!" An old man slowly appeared next to "Ouyang Yin'er", looking at her with doting eyes, and said softly.
"Ouyang Yin'er" trembled slightly. Although she tried her best to hide it, she still couldn't escape the old man's eyes. After sighing slightly, the old man slowly said: "Miss Yin'er... some things should just let nature take its course.
,well……"
"Ouyang Yin'er" shook his head with a pale face and said: "Yin'er knows that if there is really no way to find it, forget it. Uncle Xuan, please break through as soon as possible. If you still can't find it, then stop looking, okay?"
"
The old man stared closely at the almost pleading gaze of "Ouyang Yin'er". He couldn't bear it for a while and said softly: "Okay, okay! Miss Yin'er, there's only so much I can help you with." After sighing deeply,
, the old man slowly disappeared...
Ouyang Yin'er's eyes were filled with incomparable pain and struggle, and she murmured: "Really...is there really no other way?..."