Chapter 155 of The Glory of All Nations Chapter 155: Zhao Changming About half an hour later, the west gate of Miao Kingdom was still so crowded. No one could see it. Only countless people who came from various cities wanted to go in and have a look.
The excitement of martial arts competition.
"Wow!"
Suddenly a strong wind blew from behind them, bringing with it a chill, which made them shiver in their hearts. They all looked back and saw a handsome young man riding a demon horse looking at them with arrogance, but they did not dare to fight with him.
Looking at each other was just because this person's eyes were as sharp as swords, making it painful for the pupils.
"Swordman Zhao Changming!"
"Did he even come? Is it because of the fourth princess?"
"It's superficial. Young Master Changming is devoted to the sword. He must have come here to compete with the genius of Miao Kingdom."
These people were talking in shock and retreated to both sides at the same time, very consciously making way for Zhao Changming. Even the horse under him proudly raised its head and walked slowly towards the city gate. The onlookers
They all locked their eyes on him.
"Who is he and what's wrong?"
Some people from other countries didn't know Zhao Changming clearly, but judging from the reactions of the people around him, they knew that this man must be a great guy, so they followed the crowd and stepped aside and asked the people around him curiously.
"Sword Master Zhao Changming, a genius at the seventh level of Naxuan. It is rumored that he is a disciple of the Sword Sect. He came to Miao Country to practice a year ago. He only fought against people of the same level. He only used one sword every time. No one has ever seen his first sword.
Er Jian, our second prince was also defeated by him, but the second prince was not angry, but humbly asked for advice on swordsmanship, and even admitted that he was not as good as Jianzi."
The people of Miao Kingdom obviously know Zhao Changming very well. He said casually, which also opened the eyes of others. This young man is only eighteen years old, but he has already reached the seventh level of Naxuan. I am afraid it will take another year to break through Tongxuan.
, and also defeated the prince, which is indeed extraordinary.
What's more, the Miao Kingdom is a country ruled by the royal family. Unlike the Tianyu Kingdom, which has large and small families, there is only one royal family in the Miao Kingdom, which gathers all the talents and holds all the power in its own hands.
Moreover, Miao Chen was worthy of being a prince. After being defeated, he did not feel jealous, but went to study. It was obvious that the second prince also had some talent, and at least his temperament matched his status.
Zhao Changming listened to the praises of everyone, his expression did not change at all. He was carrying a sword on his back, hidden in a black scabbard, and its edge could not be seen. The horse led him slowly into the city. Even the guards did not stop him from entering the city.
Fei, everyone watched him leave and then lined up again.
Ling Feng, who was in the inn, was still dreaming in bed. Fen Yue had already woken up and was lying on Ling Feng. She was bored and poked Ling Feng's elastic chest muscles with her slender index finger, but she didn't care.
He didn't care that he was not wearing any clothes, and the pride on his chest was just placed on Ling Feng's chest.
After a while, she seemed to feel that this was meaningless, after all, Ling Feng didn't respond at all, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep on Ling Feng again. It was a lazy day.
When Ling Feng was sleeping, he didn't feel that the white armor in his storage device was emitting a faint light. A little bit of mysterious energy from the outside world was condensed, as if he wanted to absorb it, but he just got close to Ling Feng.
He was robbed by Ling Feng's domineering Spirit Controlling Emperor Art. For a while, the two sides began to fight, but in the end the beneficiary was Ling Feng.
At this moment, Ling Feng was not aware of the situation in the outside world. In his sleep, there was a scene that was like the end of the world. He dreamed that he was transformed into a god wearing white clothes, and even his head was the supreme golden white.
The sword divided the world into two halves, and countless soldiers in armor flew out to fight with him. The whole world shook and trembled.
"Strange dream."
Ling Feng's eyes suddenly opened, he looked at the ceiling and murmured, but although it was a dream, it was so familiar, as if he had experienced it personally. Ling Feng shook his head and stopped thinking about it, stretched out his right hand and placed it on Fen Yue's chest.
I stroked my head gently, and the soft silk still had a little warmth.
"Let's go when we wake up. We also need to understand the rules of the competition."
Ling Feng looked at the ceiling and said, a red light gradually lit up in his eyes, the battle was about to begin again.
"Okay! Can I go with the master? Yue'er wants to protect the master."
Fen Yue opened her eyes and raised her head to look at Ling Feng. The latter smiled helplessly, then put his hands around her slender waist, picked her up and put her on his lap. Looking at her perfect figure, Ling Feng only had admiration in his eyes, and
No other ideas.
"No, your injury is not healed yet."
Ling Feng held her jade hand and said, there are still a few small scars on it. Although it has healed, the injuries inside are not completely healed. It will be bad if there is any trouble again. After all, this is Miao country, Ling Feng
Feng himself can be impulsive, but he cannot implicate Fenyue.
Fen Yue blinked her big eyes a few times, then clicked her chin, and transformed back into the little tiger in a ball of white light. Ling Feng reached out and grabbed her into the bed, then put on her clothes and walked out the door.
After arriving at the door, he looked back and found that Fen Yue had changed back to his human form, with a head sticking out from the quilt, looking at him pitifully.
"You have to come back soon."
Fen Yue said reluctantly that she had rarely been separated from Ling Feng, so she was not used to it. Ling Feng felt warm in her heart and smiled: "Even if it is for Yue'er, I will do it."
"kindness!"
Fen Yue nodded heavily and smiled happily, showing her white teeth. It wasn't until Ling Feng's back was hidden by the door that her beautiful smile sank, and then she grabbed the edge of the quilt with a pair of jade hands.
, closed his eyes and huddled in the bed and fell asleep.
Ling Feng walked out of the inn directly after going downstairs and walked on the street with purpose. He already knew yesterday that an auction was held in Miao Junior High School. Although he was short of money, he still had two hundred Xuanyuan excluding fractions, which he should return.
Can I buy some things, such as Hui Xuan Pill, Restoring Injury Pill, etc.
But not long after Ling Feng left, there was a commotion behind him, and many people could be heard talking.
"Look! Master Changming is back."
"Did you get the news too?"
"The champion of this competition must be Chang Ming. He is a disciple of the Sword Sect. There are not many people in the world who can match him, let alone Miao Guo."
People on the street stopped when they heard the movement behind them, looked back, and when they saw the people behind them, they immediately walked away and stood respectfully on both sides. For a moment, the crowd was like ebbing water.
Ling Feng looked at the movement around him and turned around in confusion, only to see a young man riding a demon horse towards him. The two prodigies looked at each other. Originally, the attention of passers-by was on Zhao Changming, but at this moment
The Ling Maple appeared, standing out like a flock of chickens.
"Who is this person? He dares to block Young Master Chang Ming's way."
"This young man is also extraordinary. He is a person from Tianyu Kingdom. He can block thirty Naxuans by himself, but I don't know if the situation is true."
"Tianyu is hundreds of miles away from our country, Miao, and we don't want to let them talk about it."
In the midst of everyone's discussion, Zhao Changming came to less than two meters in front of Ling Feng and looked down at the young man who dared to block his way. His eyes became sharper, and sword-like profound energy began to swirl around him. Even his horse
It was a look of disdain, looking at Ling Feng with two big nostrils.
For a moment, countless people held their breath and turned their attention to Ling Feng, wanting to see how this bold young man would solve the situation in front of him.
Ling Feng looked at Zhao Changming. He was a proud and arrogant person. Since the other party wanted to fight, it would be as he wished. Ling Feng's eyes flashed red, and then the powerful profound energy of the seventh level of Na Xuan surged from the Ling Palace.
came out and instantly filled the surrounding area.
Almost at the same time, Zhao Changming's brows moved slightly, and the sword-like white profound energy condensed into a sharp sword and stabbed Ling Feng between the eyebrows with a harsh sound.
Ling Feng stood on the spot, and put his right hand in front of his eyes as fast as lightning, using his index and middle fingers to directly blast the sword energy. The remaining power of the explosion made the redness on his head dance.
"boom!"
This was not over yet. Amid the explosion, Ling Feng stretched out his hand to grab forward, and a red illusory spear appeared instantly. This hand surprised everyone present, including Zhao Changming, because Ling Feng's use of Xuan Qi can be said to be extremely proficient.
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"sharp."
Zhao Changming was riding on the horse and praised, saying that he had been in Miao Country for so long, and this was the first time he had seen someone of his generation capable of such a feat, but Ling Feng was not good because he stopped doing anything with this sentence, and his arms suddenly grew in size.
After a circle, the spear shot out, extremely domineering, rushing towards Zhao Changming's head like a dragon.
At this moment, everyone had the illusion that the red spear seemed to be a living dragon.
"Kenshin."
Zhao Changming shouted coldly, and the sword behind him actually rose from the scabbard, and then stood in front of Zhao Ming like a spirit, exuding sacred white light. Ling Feng's red spear slammed into it and exploded instantly.
Come, even the ground shook a few times, but the sword remained firm and motionless.
"The sword is a good sword, but people are just a little bit worse."
Ling Feng shook his head and said, then turned and left. Zhao Changming stared at Ling Feng's back, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the sword. Before he could say anything else, he saw Ling Feng suddenly reach out and snap his fingers.
"puff!"
In his stunned eyes, the head of the demon horse that sat down suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist, and then the horse's body went limp and collapsed.
Zhao Changming immediately turned over and stood firmly on the ground. He looked down at the headless corpse that was still bleeding from the neck and even had flesh and blood attached to the wound. His heart beat violently.
"Your horse is very arrogant."
After Ling Feng left such words, he walked away without looking back, leaving behind a group of people who didn't even dare to take a breath.
Zhao Changming did not answer. He stared at the headless corpse at his feet. After a while, he reached out to grab the sword floating in the air and put the sword back into the scabbard. Zhao Changming looked at the direction Ling Feng was leaving, as if he was about to rush towards Ling Feng.
Xiao's fighting spirit surged through him.
This was the first time he came to Miao Country and was at a disadvantage. Although both sides were just competing casually, Ling Feng blew up his horse with just a snap of his fingers. Such a weird method was truly amazing.