Po Zhonglou Junlang smiled on his face, reached out and patted Bai Haoran on the shoulder, looked at the astonished latter and teased: "Now, the princess will not feel aggrieved by marrying that person."
"Tsk! What does Lingfeng mean?"
While the three brothers were talking, the person they were paying attention to was not having a good time. Ling Feng's ears were filled with the chattering noise of Miao Yanli, who appeared after Zhao Changming left. He didn't say anything just now because he was afraid of being discovered by Zhao Changming.
But what Miao Yanli didn't see was that as time went by, the expressions of the three kings and the national master became strange. With their strength, there was no need to peek, because the surrounding mysterious energy was under their control.
"Ling Feng, they are so strong, I'm worried... I don't want to marry them."
Miao Yanli said through the voice transmission, her tone was very worried. Originally, she had no hope and was preparing to play for the last few days. She didn't take it seriously after meeting Ling Feng, but she never thought that Ling Feng was so strong, chopping melons and vegetables and sitting on the dark horse.
The position directly participates in the finals.
But as the saying goes, if you don't see hope, you won't know despair. Miao Yanli will naturally become uneasy when he sees an opportunity. He doesn't want the opportunity to slip away from his hands, so he keeps whispering his worries in Ling Feng's ear.
For the first time, Ling Feng felt that Miao Yanli was so lively, but when he heard her uneasiness, he did not cut off the sound transmission, but let her vent, and only after she slowly calmed down did she reply: "I will do my best, as long as
If I still have a little bit of profound energy, I won’t give up.”
The young man's voice was so firm that Miao Yanli's face turned red and she began to think wildly: "He said he wouldn't give up on me." His heart was pounding, and his IQ instantly turned negative.
Not many people noticed the two people's movements, because in this short period of time, the person in charge of the competition had already stood on the ring, picked up another bamboo stick, and shouted under the expectant eyes of countless people: "Second round of competition, Na Xuan.
Seventh level Zhao Changming versus..."
Halfway through the words, the person in charge deliberately prolonged the ending. Not only the audience, but also the contestants sat up straight, with beads of sweat on their foreheads. No one wanted to be Zhao Changming's opponent, but what was supposed to come would still come.
"To Na Xuan Si Chong Qing Hua."
As soon as the person in charge finished speaking, he stood up like a nervous reflex. His face was pale, and Zhao Changming's legs were shaking slightly when he saw Zhao Changming on the stage. He was obviously afraid of being anxious, but it was impossible not to go up, so he still raised his feet and walked up.
Arena.
Zhao Changming looked at the person opposite him holding the sword with his left hand, then folded the fingers of his right hand and extended only his index and middle fingers to point to the sword. He looked ready. This made Qinghua, who was still scared at first, look angry.
"I admit that you, Zhao Changming, are better than me, but why do you need to be so insulting!"
Qinghua shouted, causing many contestants to nod frequently, as if he meant what he said. As for Ling Feng, he even closed his eyes and stopped looking at the situation on the stage.
I saw Zhao Changming shaking his head: "I am doing this for your own good. No one else except him, them, or anyone present can stop my current sword. You will die. " Zhao Changming indicated with his eyes what he was referring to.
Who are Ling Feng and those adults in the Tongxuan realm.
This made many people look ugly, especially Zhao Xiu. He had been provoking words before, but Zhao Changming and Ling Feng ignored them. Now, Zhao Changming directly filtered him out.
As if the body skills that he was proud of were not worth mentioning at all, this made Zhao Xiu's face turn as black as coal, and the wooden handrail was dented by being directly grabbed, and then he stared at Zhao Changming.
Zhao Changming naturally noticed those well-intentioned glances, but as the sword sect of the overlord of the Central Region, how could he be afraid of these? Then he activated the profound energy, and an invisible force appeared on his two fingers.
It was so sharp that at first glance, it felt as if his fingers had really turned into sword blades. His opponent's originally angry flames seemed to have been poured with water, and his face changed drastically. This was the existence of intention.
Being proficient in something is also a condition for entering Tongxuan, but he didn't even see the threshold. Zhao Changming was already proficient enough to use his fingers as a sword. Although he was scared, he could only bite the bullet now.
.
At the same time, it also made many people present who had fought with Zhao Changming understand why Zhao Changming would say that only those adults present, except Ling Feng, could stop his sword, because he had already understood the existence of intention after coming out from seclusion.
But some smart people also cast surprised eyes on Ling Feng. Although Ling Feng didn't show any intention, Zhao Changming recognized him. How strong must he really be.
Miao He praised: "As expected of a disciple of the sect." Zhao Changming had already understood the existence of mind at the seventh level of Naxuan. So as long as the realm is sufficient, he can directly step into the gate of Tongxuan and communicate with Xuanqi.
At this point, Ling Feng seems to be a little behind. What Ling Feng has always shown is his unstoppable power and realm crushing. Although he has strong combat experience, he loses in terms of care. As long as Zhao Changming crosses Na Xuan,
The gap between the two will be directly widened.
At this moment in the arena, Qinghua took out a green-gold sword, with a light green demon core embedded in it exuding a faint vitality.
It seems that he is a Mu Xuan. As for Zhao Changming, Jin Xuan, who is the sharpest, is restrained in terms of Xuan Qi, let alone the third level.
Qinghua's throat rolled, and he walked back again. He didn't stop until he was more than two hundred meters away from Zhao Changming, but even so, there was still uneasiness on his face, and it was obvious that he had no confidence in himself.
Zhao Changming was much more casual. He held the sword in one hand, and the breeze caressed his face and brought up a few strands of black silk. There was no unnecessary emotion in his black and white eyes, only a figure reflected in his pupils, so cool.
"The competition begins!"
Following the referee's order, Qinghua immediately dodged to the side, picked up the sword in his hand and held it in front of him, and started running around the ring without any desire to attack.
If the opponent hadn't been Zhao Changming, some people would have laughed a long time ago, but now, even if they were asked to go up, they would probably make the same move as Qinghua.
However, when Zhao Changming raised his hand, Qinghua's heart immediately jumped. Under Zhao Changming's gaze, he felt that he could not escape no matter what, but it was already too late. A white sword light was cut out from Zhao Changming's hand.
This sword light was as slender as silk thread, but when it struck the sword Qinghua blocked in front of him at an extremely fast speed, the sword actually separated like tofu and broke into two pieces, half of which snapped.
It fell to the ground with a sound.
He even continued to slash forward and disappeared on Qinghua's body, seemingly without causing any damage. Qinghua stopped his movements and stared blankly at the broken blade in his hand, wondering what happened just now.
He only saw Zhao Changming move his arm, and then his sword became like this. This was a fourth-grade sword, if the sword light fell on his body.
Qinghua's back was covered in cold sweat. When he looked up, he saw that Zhao Changming had walked off the ring and no longer looked at him. A bitter smile appeared on his face, and then he turned around in despair, but a heartbreaking pain came from his chest.
Looking down, I was stunned again.
The audience was all shocked by Zhao Changming's power. They all looked at Qinghua, and saw that the cyan cloth on his body was dyed red by blood at the moment of his movement. Looking at Qinghua's actions just now, he might not have even noticed it.
now.
"Is it so fast that he didn't even notice that he had been chopped?"
"This is just with your fingers. If you use his sword, your head will be separated and you won't be able to show it."
Countless people took a breath of air. Qinghua was really impressed. He shook his head and sighed. He sat on the chair for a while, tore open his clothes and his chest was already blood red. He took out the healing medicine and sprinkled it underneath.
Silence fell.
Qinghua's brain went blank after being struck. Every time he saw someone holding a sword in a fight in the future, he would not dare to fight because he remembered today's scene.
Zhao Changming sat back on his chair and looked at Ling Feng, who had his eyes closed, and said unhappily: "You don't even look at it?"
Ling Feng opened his eyes after hearing his voice, turned around, saw the expressions on everyone's faces and said lightly: "You win."
"kindness."
"Well then, why should I watch it?"
Ling Feng rolled his eyes at him and then closed his eyes. He was going to fight for a long time today. He would be bored to death if he kept sitting here and watching.
Looking at Ling Feng, Zhao Changming only felt a fist hitting the cotton. If it were someone else, Zhao Changming would have given him a lesson. But if it was Ling Feng, Zhao Changming would be a little unsure. This person
He looks thin and frail, but when he fights, he makes a lot of noise.
When Ling Feng was resting, Zhao Changming kept his eyes fixed on Ling Feng's arms. After looking at them for a while, he still didn't know how his not-so-thick hands could have such strength.
"monster."
Zhao Changming sighed and then looked away again and ignored Ling Feng, but he found the strange looks from all around. He could guess what these people were thinking, but what could he do? He snorted and hugged himself.
long sword.
The person in charge of the competition also stepped onto the ring to announce the results of this round and then moved on to the next one. The competition continued at a fast pace, and until all twelve rounds were completed, no one stood out anymore.
Only Wu Niao, who seldom made any moves, left a bad impression on people with his claws. He tore the man's flesh directly with one claw, exposing the bones underneath, and blood dripped on the ring. The people watching
Scalp numbness.
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