Five hundred and ninetieth chapters contemporary leader
Zhao Yi's challenge suddenly made the atmosphere at the scene become weird.
Anyone with eyesight knows that this is bound to happen.
If it were not limited by the rules of the Storm Conference, unless the challenger was injured in battle, he would not be able to refuse or admit defeat without fighting. Everyone believed that Wu Guanting would tightly cover this amazingly talented adopted son.
Unfortunately, now, we can only sit back and watch the other party appear and face possible risks.
"Mufeng, be careful. If you make the slightest mistake, admit defeat immediately."
Wu Guanting patted Zhuo Mufeng on the shoulder. He had inquired about the adopted son's arrival and knew his strength, so he was not worried. What he was really worried about was what was behind him.
But others didn't know it. Meng Jiuxiao, Song Lele, Min Huaixiang and others all looked worried, while Huahua Feng nodded to Zhuo Mufeng.
Facing the caring eyes of this group of companions, Zhuo Mufeng felt warm in his heart and walked to the stage with a smile. Behind him was Miss Wu who clenched her fists and wanted to say something but was embarrassed by her face.
All the masters from Dark Night Villa, Sifang Alliance and Miaohua Pavilion stared at Zhuo Mufeng with cold eyes, wishing that his head would be smashed by Zhao Yi with a stick.
There was also a man and woman hiding in the crowd, whose hatred was even more overwhelming. They were Gong Beixuan and his wife.
With the court controlling the situation, they were not afraid of the Sanjiang Alliance's revenge. They came here to try their best to kill Zhuo Mufeng and avenge their son Gong Xian.
Except for Feijian Island and the Miao Family, most of the masters from the other top forces looked on with cold eyes, some appreciating, and even more gloating about the misfortune.
Zhao Yi clenched the stick in his hand, with a ferocious look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I have heard for a long time that Young Master Zhuo is very talented, and I am nicknamed the Dragon-Subduing Stick. I want to give it a try when I meet the mad dragon this time."
It's a coincidence that Zhao Yi's nickname is "Subduing Dragon Stick", while Zhuo Mufeng's nickname is "Crazy Dragon". The two really seem to complement each other.
Zhuo Mufeng touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand and smiled back: "That depends on Elder Zhao's ability."
"You will know." Zhao Yi said no more, and his energy converged to the extreme, making him seem not to exist on this arena, but he was observing Zhuo Mufeng opposite.
Originally, he wanted to wait a little longer, but after waiting for three days, Zhuo Mufeng still refused to take action, so he had to take the initiative.
There were two arenas at the scene, but because of Zhuo Mufeng, a super new star, no one came on the stage after the other arena. Everyone was paying attention to the upcoming battle.
The official ladies in the pavilion also opened their eyes wide. Especially some ladies, who have heard too many legends about the world, will inevitably have fantasies about young and handsome young heroes.
Zhuo Mufeng stood there, undoubtedly making their fantasies come true, and they didn't want the young man to be harmed in the slightest.
In the pergola where Songya Yuefu was located, Qin Keqing also clenched the fragrant handkerchief in her hand, feeling nervous.
"Three flaws." After being frozen for a long time, Zhao Yi sneered in his heart.
The "Four Directions Bodhi Kung" he practices is extremely mysterious and can determine the opponent's weaknesses based on the opponent's energy, so as to carry out targeted attacks.
Relying on this, people with similar strength to him will almost always be defeated. This is also the biggest reason why the Sifang Alliance chose him to challenge Zhuo Mufeng.
No longer hesitating, Zhao Yi kicked his feet hard and flew out like a cannonball. A violent wind immediately sounded behind him. The man was in mid-air, the iron rod in his hand was raised high, and when it came down with force, it split into three.
It turned into three indestructible stick shadows, and a harsh explosion sounded in the void.
Some official ladies screamed, especially when the young man in white stood still, thinking that he was also frightened.
"Want to attack my weak spot?"
Almost as soon as Zhao Yizhi took action, Zhuo Mufeng judged the opponent's purpose. Because of his small success in the "Tao Heart Demon Seed Technique", he was very sensitive to the fluctuations around him.
Zhao Yi thought he had sealed his Qi, but his body temperature betrayed him. Correspondingly, Zhuo Mufeng could also capture his own fluctuations, and of course he understood his weaknesses compared to Zhao Yi.
If it was before practicing the "Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique", Zhuo Mufeng might still have to resist with strength and wait for opportunities, but now, there is no need to be so troublesome.
Holding the hilt of the sword with five fingers, he raised his arm, and the Amber Divine Sword came out of its sheath with a flash of red light. By coincidence, it blocked the middle of the three stick shadows.
The three shadows of sticks were instantly blocked, like hitting a copper wall. They suddenly merged into one, revealing their true bodies. Zhao Yi thought he had discovered Zhuo Mufeng's flaw, but he didn't know that his own flaw was also exposed and was exploited.
He was slightly surprised, but Zhao Yi quickly attributed it to a coincidence.
As he shouted, his body rebounded with the help of the long sword and shot up to a height of more than five feet. Then, his muscular arms on his head and feet danced wildly, causing stick shadows to fill the sky, covering Zhuo Mufeng fiercely.
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Since he did not want to expose the secret of the Amber Divine Sword, Zhuo Mufeng did not activate the current in the sword for the time being.
He stood there without moving, without even raising his head. He swung the amber divine sword upwards, and countless sparks flew around in the sound of continuous collisions.
His hand and sword were connected together, and because of his speed, he seemed to have six arms, setting up a tight sword array in all directions. No matter how fierce Zhao Yi's attack was, it was still difficult to break through even one point.
This sword-drawing skill dazzled many people present. The young ladies from official families, as well as ladies and idle high-ranking officials were all shocked by it.
While laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the door. Compared with Zhuo Mufeng's skills, his terrifying observation and judgment on Zhao Yi's actions truly awe-inspiring all the experts present.
Generally speaking, it is difficult for two people of equal strength to predict the next move through their opponent's attacks. This requires too high a person's qualifications.
But now, when everyone was caught off guard, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly showed his extraordinary talent in this area. The evaluation of his qualifications is obviously even higher!
"He is indeed a martial arts genius that only happens once in a century in our Eastern Zhou Dynasty martial arts world. He is well-deserved." A middle-aged man wearing a Xiaoyao scarf and an elegant demeanor stroked his beard and smiled.
He is none other than Xiaoyao Hou, who is ranked number one on the Star Ranking.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Feng Yulou, the leader of the Four Sides Alliance, was dumbfounded. He had tried his best to overestimate Zhuo Mufeng's talent, but in the end he found that he still underestimated it.
The faces of Yue Chao, the leader of Black Night Villa, Ouyang Yuan, the leader of Miaohua Pavilion, and the other elders and disciples of the three sects all changed their expressions. It was hard to tell whether they were amazed, fearful or jealous.
Even Wu Guanting, who knew Zhuo Mufeng best, was shocked by the ability shown by his adopted son at this moment. He found that this adopted son was like a treasure with unknown depths that had not been dug to the bottom.
"Why, why does God treat this guy so favorably!" Miao Xiangyu roared in his heart, looking at the high-spirited Zhuo Mufeng who shocked everyone on the stage, his face was slightly distorted.
Yan Qingting's tiger eyes burst out with brilliant light for the first time. Not far away, Li Qiuhan, who had a lonely temperament, was surrounded by a layer of sword aura that seemed to be invisible.
Tang Xiu, who lives up to his name, stopped shaking his fan at some point and sighed with a smile: "The winner has been decided."
On the ring, Zhao Yi, who was also dumbfounded, heard the commotion coming from below, and the shock and shame in his heart could not be described in words.
He would never be willing to become a stepping stone for Zhuo Mufeng to show off his power, and he did not believe that the other party would be so strong.
With his eyes red, Zhao Yi roared wildly, his skill increased to 120%, and the iron rod in his hand swept out with an indomitable force, blasting the void as if it was exploding.
But with just the first sound, the iron rod was blocked by the long sword halfway. The flaw of this move was already grasped and exploited by Zhuo Mufeng, and all subsequent changes and power were aborted.
In fact, without using the seven-color sword energy, Zhao Yi's martial arts is not that much worse than Zhuo Mufeng's. The bad thing is that his proud "Four Directions Bodhi Kung" happens to be restrained by the "Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique"
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So much so that Zhuo Mufeng predicted every step in advance, and his martial arts skills were greatly compromised.
His arm shook, Zhuo Mufeng's eyes were ruthless, and the majestic sword energy of the Divine Sword Technique was activated, and at close range, it shot out like a hurricane.
Boom!!
With a dull loud noise, Zhao Yi flew out as if he was hit by an iron hammer, and countless bones were shattered in his chest. His arms were bent, and the iron bar was placed in front of him. If it were not for the critical moment, he relied on experience to block it.
, this sword is enough to take his life.
Just as Zhuo Mufeng was about to pursue him, Feng Yulou's furious voice sounded from below the ring: "We surrender!"
But Zhuo Mufeng seemed not to have heard anything, and still slashed out with his sword, but was blocked by an invisible force halfway, turning it invisible.
Zhuge Zhen waved his hand in the audience and said: "Zhuo Mufeng wins."
Feng Yulou caught Zhao Yi and saw that he was covered in blood, so he quickly fed him a pill. After checking his body, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He looked up at Zhuo Mufeng on the ring and roared: "
Boy, you are so ruthless!"
Almost half of Zhao Yi's internal organs, muscles, veins and bones were severely damaged. This kind of injury, let alone the upcoming competition, may not be cured even if he is raised for more than half a year. He is rushing to kill people.
Zhuo Mufeng slowly sheathed his sword and said calmly: "Those who kill will always be killed. If he wants to kill me, he must be prepared to be killed. Isn't it fair?"
Feng Yulou's eyes narrowed, full of murderous intent. But Zhuo Mufeng was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, turned around and walked off the stage, leaving only an uproar in the audience.
Qiu Rongshang in the crowd covered her mouth, as if she had just met Zhuo Mufeng today.
Qiu Yue on the side couldn't help but send a message: "Shang'er, you saw it, this guy is cruel and ruthless, don't interact with him in the future."
He felt deeply guilty for his daughter's lack of care since she was a child, so he would never allow any unrelated person to get close to his daughter to prevent her from being harmed.
Qiu Rongshang lowered her head and said nothing.
In the middle of the pergola, Mei Shanhui still had a gentle smile on his lips, asking the sickly middle-aged man who appeared next to him from unknown time: "How is this kid doing?"
The sickly middle-aged man coughed several times and then replied breathlessly: "The leader of our time."
"Oh," Mei Shanhui's smile widened, but his eyes were so deep that it was scary. The young men and women beside him also had different expressions, and they didn't know what they were thinking.