Wang Zhihong looked at Lin Feng with a faint smile.
He is one of the sixteen warriors who have been promoted directly, a strong man of the sixth level of the Qiyun stage. Jumping onto the competition ring, Wang Zhihong is wearing a white armor and his movements are very chic. Unlike other contestants, Wang Zhihong is quite relaxed and leisurely at the moment.
Qing waved to the disciples from District 2.
tread!
Lin Feng jumped onto the martial arts ring.
I have never seen Wang Zhihong's strength, but his aura is better than that of Lu Jie before. He is one of the sixteen strongest people under the age of thirty in Xie Feng Hall. Seeing his opponent's complacency, Lin Feng smiled slightly and did not
Keep it in mind.
Strength is not something you say with your mouth.
"Zhihong, avenge Junior Brother Lu Jie!"
"Don't underestimate the enemy, be careful, he is very fast."
"Come on, senior brother Zhihong, defeat this preparatory disciple cleanly and advance to the top sixteen!"
…
Everyone in the second area shouted.
Wang Zhihong raised his hand, turned his head and smiled at everyone.
And at this time
"Let the competition begin!" Protector Bei Xie, who was in charge of this competition arena, didn't like to talk much and directly announced the start of the competition without any courtesy. When his voice fell, Wang Zhihong was startled, and he even turned around after recovering, but...
…
"Where are the people?" Wang Zhihong's eyes widened.
Ahead, the competition arena was empty, with no trace of Lin Feng. Suddenly, he heard the disciples from the second area shouting in surprise, and Wang Zhihong's spine felt ice cold. Before he could recover, a huge force hit his fragile neck.
.
Boom!
Wang Zhihong's eyes were filled with stars and his head was blank.
"Bang!" Like a huge stone, it fell heavily outside the ring. Wang Zhihong was not injured at all, but at this time, his eyes were either shocked or horrified, and he didn't know what happened. Everyone in the second area, including everyone, was in a state of revelry and joy before, but now they all seem to
It's like being frozen.
In less than three seconds!
Wang Zhihong’s defeat set a record in the second round.
Boom!~
In an instant, the four districts exploded into flowers.
All the preparatory disciples were overjoyed. They shouted wildly, jumped for joy, and rejoiced. The previous nervousness turned into excitement. These preparatory disciples, who were not yet 18 years old, saw their idols winning, and they could no longer suppress the ecstasy in their hearts.
It seems like they are the ones winning.
"Lin Feng, wins." Protector Beixie glanced at Lin Feng and announced the result.
Lin Feng looked calm.
He jumped down from the martial arts arena. He walked past Wang Zhihong, who was still stunned, and returned to where the preparatory disciples in the fourth district were. He didn't say anything, but Wang Zhihong's face was red with embarrassment. Thinking of his arrogant words just now, he couldn't wait to
Find a hole in the ground and drill it.
"The first scene." Lin Feng's heart was at peace.
Not wanting to waste any more time, he now hopes to advance to the semi-finals immediately and compete with Tie Yun and Wang Hui.
The second game.
The third game!
A sword without bloodshed.
Lin Feng easily defeated three people in a row, and his opponent in the final eight-strong battle was a strong man at the seventh level of the Qiyun stage. However, Lin Feng did not even take out the Nine Nether Thunder Sword.
.
A dark horse!
The preparation disciples in the fourth district shouted so loud that their voices were hoarse, and their faces were flushed with excitement. Those girls seemed to be looking at Prince Charming, with stars in their eyes. The disciples in the third district were like deflated rubber balls, sluggish and helpless.
One game can be luck, but three games are enough...
Could it still be luck?
Wang Hui and Tie Yun both had solemn expressions at this time. They looked at Lin Feng as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Unlike another warrior who had entered the top four, Lin Feng had not shown any signs of success yet, but he had inexplicably entered the top four.
fight.
They had no idea how strong the preparatory disciples in front of them were.
"He is only 20 years old?" The evil wind sect leader's eyes brightened.
"Yes." Protector Dongxie nodded: "This Lin Feng has a long-standing friendship with Dong Taifu. In addition, he is also very close to President Lu of Xuri Shop. Based on my guess, he is probably a disciple of a hidden powerhouse.
He just entered the world not long ago."
"No wonder he was not interested in joining the Xie Feng Hall before." The Xie Feng Sect Master suddenly realized.
"The method used by the sect master may be wrong. If this boy comes from a famous family, if you let him become an ordinary disciple, it will undoubtedly be an insult to his status. Naturally, he is unwilling." Protector Dongxie said: "But if he is allowed to enter the first area, even
Sect master, if you personally accept him as your disciple, he will definitely agree."
"Accept him as a disciple?" Shen Wu, the leader of Xie Feng Sect.
Protector Dongxie nodded: "This son's future achievements will probably be no less than those of Wang Hui. The sect leader must not miss out on talents."
The evil wind sect leader looked at him: "Let's take a look at his battle with Tie Yun first. He should be at the second level of the Qiyun stage. I wonder if he can compete with Tie Yun."
Protector Dongxie smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, Tie Yun is the strongest in the second area."
"Maybe." The evil wind sect leader smiled, his eyes full of meaning: "Until now, he...has not drawn the sword."
"What!?" Protector Dongxie was stunned.
"knife?"
"No way!?"
"Is it true? Have you ever seen him draw a sword?"
"Listening to what you said, it seems like, he solves every battle with fists and kicks."
…
"Is it possible that he doesn't know how to use a knife?"
"You idiot, you don't know how to use a knife. Why are you coming to Xiefeng Hall?"
"Stupid, people have made it clear that they are hiding their strength, but you still can't see it now. Lin Feng's hidden strength is not ordinary!"
…
There was an uproar.
The eyes of Lu Jie, Wang Zhihong and others who were defeated by Lin Feng were even bigger than bells. They were a little unconvinced before because they were defeated by Lin Feng in a tricky way. But now they think about it, and they suddenly break out in cold sweat and drip.
Absolutely true!
Lin Feng’s sword is still unsheathed!
Like a whirlwind, this discovery immediately spread to all the disciples in the four districts. Everyone was shocked and looked at Lin Feng with curiosity and trembling. At this time, after a short rest, the battle of the top four was already approaching.
the last two games of
Let’s start the war at the same time!
"No. 17 Iron Meteor, vs. No. 32 Lin Feng!" Protector Nan Xie's voice sounded loudly.
Wow!~
There was a lot of noise.
Tread! Tread!
Lin Feng and Tie Feng were in the competition ring.
The four eyes met, and the surroundings were filled with crazy shouts, one after another. The New Wind War has progressed to this point, and finally ushered in the climax. The battle of the top four, the showdown between the strong and the strong, made people excited.
There has never been a preparatory disciple who has entered the top 16, top eight, or even the top four of the New Wind Battle!
Lin Feng is creating miracles every time he takes a step forward.
"Zheng!" Tie Yan drew out his sword, and the dark color reflected the rich dark light. It stood like a black bear, with its majestic muscles and tendons fully exposed. Looking at Lin Feng's sword raised horizontally, Tie Yan's fighting spirit boiled, and the sound was like a bell:
"Draw the sword!"
"Of course." Lin Feng smiled.
Clang! The Nine Nether Thunder Saber shone with cold light, and the image of Netherworld appeared behind him, and his aura changed drastically.