Now the emperor of Huoyang Kingdom is a martial arts champion, and his own strength is enough to intimidate anyone. The two Babel drums are also sonorous and powerful. The sound of the drums is like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth, and the atmosphere on the field is suddenly changed.
Was pushed to**.
This representative of the Sirius clan is indeed not very good in terms of body and appearance, but he also has strange abilities that ordinary people can't match. As soon as the competition between the two sides started, the representative of the Sirius clan suddenly jumped up and flew backwards.
After twisting and turning for several weeks, when he landed, all four limbs landed on the ground at the same time, and his two eyes seemed to be filled with endless anger that made it impossible to look into them.
I saw him raise his head and let out a shrill wolf howl at the sky. This howl instantly drowned out all the sounds in the venue. Then countless sharp steel thorns more than half an inch protruded from all over his body! On both sides of his cheeks
There are also tiny thorn-like protrusions.
"Haha, what a half-baked werewolf!" Feng Zhiheng, who was standing opposite the werewolf in the field, felt a little speechless. He never expected that the Sirius clan would send a young werewolf to challenge him, perhaps because he was a guest.
His identity has not attracted enough attention.
"What do you mean by that?" The werewolf player on the opposite side, who was originally full of fighting spirit, glared at Feng Zhiheng.
"Feng Mou heard that all members of your Sirius clan are put into the pack of wolves when they are born. They can only survive there for three years before they are eligible to return to your Sirius clan. And you are the most powerful.
My martial arts skill is to inject wild wolf blood and practice the evolved werewolf transformation technique to fight. If I
I know that the highest level of werewolf transformation is to completely transform from human form into wolf form. Once you evolve to that point, you can not only rule your Sirius clan, but also lead the real wolf pack! But you are a werewolf transformation
It seems that the skill has not even reached its mid-term stage, so what is a werewolf if it’s not a half-baked werewolf?”
As soon as Feng Xin Zhiheng spoke, most of the Wangcheng supporters in the field booed. This made the little ronin on the opposite side lose face. He had no choice but to rush towards Feng Zhiheng.
I saw that Feng Zhiheng's foot movements were extremely neat! With such a casual shock, the half-finished werewolf opposite was sent flying backwards by a powerful blast of energy.
There was another round of thunderous applause. The little werewolf was not seriously hurt, but it seemed that he no longer had the face or courage to rush towards Feng Zhiheng.
Gradually, the audience below the stands made gestures to drive him away. After all, this one-sided food-crushing competition could not satisfy their tastes at all.
"***! If our clan leader hadn't been plotted by someone, would it be Feng's turn to show off his power? Young master, don't be discouraged, we have a long way to go!"
The little werewolf regained his human form and returned to the werewolf tribe with an angry look on his face. Perhaps only his tribesmen were still speaking words of encouragement to him at this moment.
On the huge platform, Feng Zhiheng effortlessly won the battle. Even the emperor who had just beaten the drum to support him felt unsatisfied. From this point of view, the Sirius clan was probably out of business.
However, at this moment, a silver-haired old man sitting in the front row of the He family in Nanjun looked at Feng Zhiheng on the stage with deep meaning. The two just looked at each other and smiled without making any obvious movements. Then the old man looked at his from behind.
The tribesman nodded slightly and then turned his head.
The huge crowd of spectators under the field still played an important role in exaggerating the atmosphere of the game. At this moment, without waiting for the emcee on the stage to speak, a figure rose into the air where the Nanjun He family was, and then made a perfect turn and landed on the ground.
In the center of the competition venue, with a folding fan in his hand and his hair flying in the wind, it was none other than He Jiyang, a romantic young man who was famous all over the world.
The handsome and transcendent figure immediately made the audience shout at the top of their lungs! Countless young girls in love waved their handkerchiefs vigorously, regardless of their own image, to cheer for their dream lover. The audience who originally supported Feng Zhiheng
At this time, they all turned against each other one after another, causing Feng Zhiheng opposite to smile and shake his head slightly.
However, at this moment, Feng Zhiheng made a move that once again shocked the entire audience. He slowly turned around, bowed and saluted, and spoke respectfully to the emperor on the high platform.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, today can be said to be the most powerful period of our Fire Sun Kingdom's triennial period. Strong men from all the foreign races under our jurisdiction have gathered together to compete and compete for the next royal city's guardianship authority. We
As foreign guests of the royal family, the Feng family is also a member of the royal city. They should dedicate themselves to the protection of our royal city. According to my opinion, in this competition, our Feng family should focus on observing and learning."
Yan Li below couldn't help but nodded when he heard the words, knowing that Mr. Feng was really good at controlling the situation, and that the name of Prince Wu was really not picked up.
After Feng Zhiheng finished this, he saw the emperor on the high platform gently twirling his beard, and agreed without thinking too much.
As Feng Zhiheng's sworn brother, the Emperor of Huoyang Kingdom naturally knew that Feng Zhiheng's strength was not comparable to that of ordinary leaders of other countries. Looking at the entire royal city, there were not many people who could compete with him.
Naturally, there is a certain rationale for withdrawing from the war.
After receiving the emperor's permission, Feng Zhiheng returned to the rest area where the Xin family was amid the cheers of the audience. During this period, he nodded to Yan Li who was sitting beside him.
"Ji Yang, a descendant of the He family in Nanjun, is asking for a battle and is willing to learn from the masters of foreign races from various countries." He Jiyang said polite words, but his eyes glowing with lavender light were fixed on the area where the Ling Feng family was.
Feng Yuchen just glanced lightly in the direction of He Jiyang and stopped looking at him. However, she was keenly aware that just at that moment, the leader of the Ling Feng clan next to her was looking towards him for no reason.
What did He Jiyang do on the court?
The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and Feng Yuchen's mind suddenly changed, as if he thought of something. He subconsciously touched the mark on his left wrist. The glistening light on his forehead also quietly flashed.
At this moment, even though she is as smart as Yu Chen, she still doesn't know whether what she did this time is right or wrong. Her bargaining chip is all tied to Juedu.
The inner ancestral hall in the north courtyard of Fengfu.
In the middle of the ancestral hall is a statue of Miller Buddha with a gentle face. The huge Buddha statue occupies almost one-third of the entire ancestral hall. An old man with pale face and white hair is kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and a
A handful of wooden fish, accompanied by the sound of Buddha floating around in the ancestral hall, recited the Buddhist words over and over again, feeling relaxed and relaxed, as if he had become one with everything here.
After the old man finished reciting the entire Buddhist sutra, a very strange spiritual power instantly filled the entire ancestral hall without any warning. Then the next moment, the old man who was kneeling on the futon ignited a blazing flame around his body.
The infuriating flame.
Unexpectedly, the old man was still as calm as before, calmly and calmly waved around his body, and the raging flames around him faded away.
"The masters of the Lingfeng tribe have come from afar, why don't you go into the temple to talk about it?" The old man put down the Buddhist artifact in his hand and slowly opened his eyes that had been silent for a long time. His eyes seemed to be as sharp as hiding endless sharp edges.
However, there was still no figure seen in the ancestral hall, but a dark red spiritual energy was faintly condensed at the door, blocking the mottled light scattered outside the door. However, this dense aura was never seen transforming into a human form.
Come.
"Where is the reincarnated flower spirit body?" Such a sentence came out faintly in the crimson aura, and the peaceful tone did not break the silence and peaceful atmosphere in the ancestral hall at this moment.
Seeing that the old man's face was still expressionless, but at this moment his body started to move. The body that was still kneeling turned around for no reason, facing the dense aura behind him.
The old man stared at the flame-like aura, clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "I wonder what the donor meant by coming all the way to find this reincarnated person?"
The old man did not hear any sound, but saw a faint cyan light suddenly appear in the center of the crimson flames, and finally gathered together, and a feather-like pattern appeared out of thin air.
At this moment, when the old man saw the pattern, he could no longer remain calm. His eyebrows twitched for a moment, and then he closed his eyes again.
"I have no idea where the reincarnated person is now. I send you my envoy respectfully."
In a daze, the dense crimson flames at the door completely disappeared, and the spiritual energy that was originally surging in the ancestral hall also disappeared. Everything seemed to have returned to calm, but the old man couldn't help but feel surges in his heart.
"I wonder if Chen'er is a blessing or a curse this time!" After a while, the long Zen sound sounded again in the ancestral hall.
The huge palace was still full of people and jubilation. At this moment, Nanjun Master He Jiyang defeated the five masters of the foreign tribes on the stage. The girl in the audience was excited and had a hazy look. The other masters of the foreign tribes were also there.
Their hearts surged. They never imagined that three years ago he was just a talented boy, but now he has become a powerful leader. His attacks are fierce and his methods are exquisite.
Everyone was amazed.
However, Yan Li was already a little sleepy watching at this moment. He really hoped that there would be a highlight. After all, what he was waiting for was just a love scene, and he just wanted to be the Yue Lao who fulfilled the fate of the fateful mandarin duck.
"This round of competition is over. The He family of Nanjun has won. The spoils are: a blood moon scimitar and ten thousand taels of gold! I wonder which representative of the force is going to accept the challenge next?"
Following the words of the emcee, the cheers from the audience became as strong as a mountain roar and a tsunami. But among the remaining alien leaders, look at me and I look at you. No one has made this determination.
, after the previous rounds of competition, they had already seen that with their own strength, they could not defeat He Jiyang, who was no longer what he used to be on the battlefield. Therefore, they all gave up this idea.
At this time, Feng Yuchen in the stands felt a cool breeze blowing on his face. The surrounding spiritual energy surged slightly for a moment, and the figure of the Ling Feng clan leader appeared in the battle platform.
The Ling Feng family was once known as the number one martial arts inheritance in the small world, and its members were naturally the mortal enemies of those in the ghost realm. As soon as they appeared on the battlefield, some of the old guys from the ghost realm in the distance all looked like they were clenching their teeth.
Their appearance is neither human nor ghost, and now they look even more sinister.
However, this time it was He Jiyang on the stage who spoke first.
"Oh, it turns out they are the rats from the Ling Feng family! It seems that I really underestimated you. I went back to your mountains without rubbing my feet, and yet I still have the nerve to show up here!"
"Haha, speaking of which, I really have to thank you, nephew He Shi, for this. If you hadn't shown up in time to help our Ling Feng family, we really wouldn't have anything to offer to participate in this competition!"
Seeing the smile on He Jiyang's face disappearing in an instant, his figure suddenly flashed a few seconds and came to the front of the white-bearded elder opposite. Can Xue's spiritual confusion technique was performed again, and the two bodies were so close apart.
A faint purple light suddenly rose outside. At this moment, to the outside world, it was just a burst of light, as if the two of them had been fighting fiercely.
"Old guy, what are you trying to do? Don't use my things to negotiate a deal with me. No one can control her except me! Just like you can't control Juedu! Don't use illusory things as capital.
Come and negotiate terms with me!"
Hearing this, Yan Li felt a sense of disgust in his heart. Now it was obvious that Feng Yuchen and her lover were being used as bargaining chips. It seemed that he really needed to clear the obstacles for the two of them!
"No, you are wrong. Juedu is not the capital of my Ling Feng clan, but hers!" The leader of the Ling Feng clan said softly with a proud arc on his lips.