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Chapter 572 The confrontation of the younger generation

Four years later, in a small city at the foot of Luoyan Mountain in the Tianyang Region, a large number of warriors gathered outside a ring. They were concentrating on the two young warriors fighting above.

The man in uniform sat high up, discussing the strengths and weaknesses of the two warring parties.

"Fan Yan's skills are much faster than Chen Bin's, and his profound energy is several times stronger."

"Brother Fan, it seems that your son really has no rivals around Luoyan Mountain."

"Yes, Fan Yan has already thought about which sect he should go to."

At this time, the fat man sitting in the middle laughed and said: "He said that he would like to give it a try when the Qingshan Shenzong recruits disciples in another year."

Hearing his words, the surrounding family heads all looked surprised. The one on the far right leaned on the armrest and stuck his head out to compliment: "I usually think that Fan Yan is the most powerful genius among the younger generation in Luoyan Mountain.

, I still have two red flame fruits in my clan, I will get them later to help Fan Yan."

When the others heard this, they all looked sideways at the head of the house who was speaking. This guy was usually the stingiest, but when he saw something good coming, he was more anxious than anyone else to give away his treasure.

However, the head of the Fan family shook his head repeatedly and said: "Hey, I can't help it. The Red Flame Fruits from Luoyan Mountain are harvested every three years. You and I only have five fruits each. How can I be embarrassed to accept them?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the five family heads present changed. Even the head of the family who took the initiative to send the red flame fruit sat back and looked ahead and stopped talking.

But the head of the Fan family still murmured: "After all, Yan'er has already reached the sixth level of Naxuan at the age of sixteen. If our Fan family cuts some flesh, even without the Red Flame Fruit, he can successfully reach the ninth level of Naxuan next year. It's still possible.

Try to join the Qingshan Shenzong."

The expressions of the five family heads changed again. They could no longer pretend that they had not heard this and spoke out one after another.

"My Xia family boy is of no use, and those three red flame fruits were wasted on him. Why not give them to Mr. Fan to increase the prestige of my Luoyan City."

"Yes, Master Fan, you can't miss such a rare opportunity. I also have three at home."

"Master Fan must not refuse our kindness."

The head of the Fan family sighed, and then said with a very reluctant look: "Alas! Since you are so thoughtful, I can only accept everyone's kindness for Yan'er."

When all the family heads looked at his big, pretentious face, they were scolding him inwardly, but they were laughing happily.

"Wow!"

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion below. It turned out that the young man in black seized the opportunity to avoid the attack of the young man in white, came behind the young man in white, then raised his long sword and stabbed straight into the opponent's heart.

The warriors around him all clapped their hands and applauded.

Fan Yan pulled out the blood-stained sword and without looking at the young man in white who fell to the ground with blood gushing out, he turned around and enjoyed the applause of the crowd with a smile on his face.

There was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at the back of the crowd. He shook his head helplessly, turned around and wanted to leave, but hit his head on a man's chest.

"Sorry." The young man raised his head in a panic, and a handsome face appeared in front of the young man. What surprised him was the man's long golden-white hair.

Ling Feng smiled slightly and said he didn't mind, and then said to the young man: "Why don't you go up? Are you not confident or are you afraid?"

He passed by here a few minutes ago and saw young warriors sparring, so he stopped and watched curiously for a while. He happened to witness the ruthless methods of the young man in black. It was just a sparring, but he used such heavy blows. The two seemed to have no grudges.

, making Ling Feng very dissatisfied.

While watching the battle, Ling Feng also noticed this young man with the sixth level of Naxuan. He thought he would take action, but unexpectedly he wanted to leave, so he specifically stopped the young man.

The young man frowned when he heard Ling Feng's words, but soon relaxed and said, "I'm scared."

"

Is he better than you?" Ling Feng asked again.

"Who said that? If we really want to fight, it's not certain who will win and who will lose! It's just...!" The young man was a little excited at first, but after he said it, he paused for a while and couldn't say anything else, and finally turned into

There was a heavy sigh, which seemed to be unspeakable.

"Because no one supports you?"

Ling Feng said it for him. In the previous battle, the young man in white's tactics could have hit the young man in black, but the former hesitated suddenly for some unknown reason, causing the young man in black to avoid him and move behind him.

The young man looked at Ling Feng in surprise, who seemed to be able to see through everything. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ling Feng.

Ling Feng looked directly into the young man's eyes and said slowly: "If I support you, do you dare to go up and stab him?"

The conversation between the two was also noticed by some warriors around, and some people ridiculed: "It's just you..."

"Shut up."

Ling Feng launched the man away with a casual wave, and hit the pavilion on the right with a loud bang, making the surrounding warriors retreat in horror.

Ling Feng didn't pay attention, and kept looking directly at the young man. After seeing Ling Feng's move, the latter realized that Ling Feng was a master. Only a powerful man could look so young.

But the young man did not rush into the ring recklessly, but asked cautiously: "Why should I trust you?"

"Just because my name is Ling Feng is not enough, and I won't ask you to do it in vain, but it depends on your performance."

Ling Feng said with a smile, he already admired the fifteen or sixteen year old boy in front of him.

The commotion he caused had attracted the attention of everyone present. When Ling Feng said his name, the six people in the pavilion all stood up and looked at Ling Feng with wide eyes.

This sight was so incredible that the head of the Fan family said in shock: "It's really him!"

The other family heads also nodded quickly, but because Ling Feng had disappeared for so long and his face had become much more mature than before, most people still didn't recognize him for a while, thinking that he was just a passing expert.

The young man looked at Ling Feng's face carefully, then laughed in surprise, and said confidently: "Then you have to watch carefully!"

After speaking, the young man took out a three-foot Qingfeng, turned around and stepped onto the ring, shouting to Fan Yan: "Luoyan Mountain, Sikong Yuan, the fourth son of the Sikong family, can you fight!"

"If you fight him, you must win!"

Before Fan Yan could speak, the head of the Fan family had already taken the lead to speak up. The other five heads soon realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they were all a little excited.

"Okay!" Fan Yan agreed decisively upon seeing this, looked at Sikong Yuan and said coldly: "Don't blame me if you die later."

"Ling Feng asked me to stab you, then I, Si Kongyuan, will definitely stab you even if I risk my life today!"

Sikong Yuan laughed loudly, and then rushed towards Fan Yan. The wave of profound energy that erupted was clearly from the sixth level of Naxuan, and his realm was the same as Fan Yan's.

"Wow!"

This was something that the warriors around him had never expected. They didn't even know when Luoyan Mountain had such a genius.

Although Fan Yan was also surprised, he still had some genius in his demeanor. He also ran over and slashed at the young man with a sword wave like the wind.

“Bang bang bang!”

The young man did not resort to forceful resistance, but instead used all his strength to resist. He was hit by the violent sword wave and retreated all the way back, making Ling Feng secretly nod his head.

But in the eyes of others, this young man was defeated by Fan Yan. Fan Yan also thought so. He saw him rushing forward without stopping, and waves of swords kept passing by on the ring, hoping to defeat him in one go.

juvenile.

The young man was indeed forced into a panic by Fan Yan and fled all the way around the edge of the ring. In the most dangerous case, he even fell flat on his face.

He got to the ground and used his hands and feet to avoid Fan Yan's sword, which caused a burst of laughter from the onlookers.

"Aren't you just running around like a mouse? Aren't you very powerful? Come and fight me head-on?!" Fan Yan also laughed sarcastically.

The young man was unfazed and was not aroused by his words at all. He was sweating profusely as he dodged the waves of swords that kept coming.

As time went by, the frequency of Fan Yan's attacks began to decrease, and the speed of the sword wave also dropped a lot compared to before. On the other hand, the young man no longer evaded all the time, but occasionally started to fight back.

Seeing this, Ling Feng already knew the result and nodded with a smile, while the family heads above turned from being excited at the beginning to frowning.

The head of the Fan family looked at Fan Yan who was gradually falling into a disadvantage and shouted anxiously: "Yan'er, don't hide! His profound energy is not as strong as yours!"

Fan Yan was in trouble, he could only resist the wave of swords coming from the young man. However, the latter's attacks did not remain consistent, but became more and more violent and faster like the original Fan Yan.

As for one-third of the arena, it was occupied by Jian Feng.

"call!"

At that time, the young man relied on abundant profound energy to avoid Fan Yan's attack, but now Fan Yan had consumed a lot of profound energy in order to quickly defeat the young man. He had no strength to dodge such an attack, and was forced to retreat again and again.

Under such pressure, Fan Yan unknowingly came to the edge of the ring. He panicked and wanted to run forward. He completely didn't notice that the young man had run to the front of him from the left, and stabbed him with a shocking sword.

Fan Yan's chest.

"Yan'er!" The head of the Fan family's face changed when he saw this, and he wanted to fly off the ring.

Ling Feng glanced at him coldly and shouted: "Sit down!"

Although Ling Feng had not appeared in Qingxuan Continent for several years, his power was still there, and he calmed down the head of the Fan family with just one sentence, causing him to stop suddenly.

While the head of the Fan family was hesitating, the young man had already rushed in front of Fan Yan. Under the latter's horrified gaze, the long sword in his hand pierced Fan Yan's chest, piercing two ribs and half a finger into the heart.

!

When the young man pulled out the sword, blood immediately poured out from the wound, dyeing a large area of ​​Fan Yan's clothes red, and Fan Yan's hoarse screams resounded throughout the surroundings.

"ah!!!"

Soon, Fan Yan gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound, pressed his right hand tightly on his wound, and looked at the young man with extremely resentful eyes.

But the young man didn't look at him. Instead, he couldn't wait to jump off the ring and ran to Ling Feng. Next to Ling Feng stood the young man in white who was defeated by Fan Yan. He cast a grateful look at the young man.

"Meng Min, are you okay?"

The young man first greeted Meng Min. The latter's face turned a little pale due to the large amount of blood loss. He smiled and said, "Senior helped me seal the wound. It's okay for now."

Ling Feng did not break his promise. He looked at the young man and said, "Well done. You two should come with me. The opportunity will appear in a few days."

After saying that, Ling Feng turned around and left, and the young man quickly helped Meng Ming follow him. Everyone on the road got out of the way in fear.

Fan Yan on the ring saw that Ling Feng and the others were about to leave, and shouted to the head of the Fan family with great reluctance: "We can't let them leave like this, we must make them pay the price!"

The head of the Fan family was already angry. Fan Yan said this and he immediately found a place to vent his anger. He roared: "Pay the price?! How can I, a mere earth king, make Ling Feng of the Shura Sect pay the price!"

Shura Sect Lingfeng?

The words of the head of the Fan family immediately brought back the long-standing memories of the warriors here. They looked thoughtfully at Ling Feng who had gone away, and looked at Ling Feng's eye-catching long golden hair. The warriors finally remembered this name, and

Everything behind the name.

It's him!

He is back!


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