When he came off the field, even though he was surrounded by cheers and shouts from the audience, Chen Wu's hands and feet were weak and his whole body was sore, without any joy of victory...
That's right, he won a match on behalf of the Northland, defeating a mid-term innate master from the Imperial City who followed the light and agile route with his family's mountain-shaking skills.
But he also won very reluctantly, and even now he still has a frightening and unreal feeling.
The feeling of being mentally suppressed all the time and being led by the opponent is really too bad.
He understood that it was a convenient mental attack from his opponent. Both his father and his third child had mentioned it to him, but they had never faced it personally, so they always felt a little disapproving of it.
Fortunately, the guy we faced this time had his martial arts abilities restrained by his Mountain Shaking Kung Fu, and the power of his mental attacks wasn't that great, otherwise it wouldn't have been easy to win.
But even so, if they faced each other again, he still didn't have much chance of winning.
Such a conclusion made him feel quite bad...
Previously, I saw a group of internal boxing masters from Feihu Jing and the innate masters who followed the eldest prince, fighting equally, and I thought their strength was just like that, but who knows...
Thinking of this, I subconsciously glanced at the area where my third brother Chen Ying was, feeling indescribably bored and heavy.
The strength of Feihu Trail is very strong...
Chen Yingruo felt something and turned around, just in time to see the somewhat embarrassed figure of his second brother Chen Wu.
Tsk!
His soul perception ability was so powerful that his second brother Chen Wu immediately caught his attention with a casual glance.
After thinking about it for a moment, I can understand the second brother's mood at this time...
It should be that, having personally experienced the methods of the innate masters of the Imperial City, I am a little more curious about the masters of Feihujing Danjin, or maybe I am afraid.
Of course, Chen Ying wouldn't care about this!
The second brother, Chen Wu, didn't know that on the way from Feihu Trail to Beidicheng, the ten Danjin masters accompanying him were being pulled and trained by Chen Ying and Ling Feng almost every day.
Naturally, Chen Ying would not be stingy about using his mental energy to suppress him. Over time, the ten Dan Jin masters got used to it.
This is the main reason why they are not affected by the opponent's mental aura when they compete with the innate masters of the Imperial City.
The spiritual aura of a warrior is closely connected with the power of the soul.
Looking at the entire competition venue, who can pat their chest and guarantee that the power of the soul can be stronger than Chen Ying?
As long as the spirit is not affected, the attack power of Neijiaquan's qi and blood energy is no worse than that of true qi.
Perhaps the eldest prince sitting on the high platform, his cheap father Chen Longcheng, and a group of peak innate masters could see this, but their second brother Chen Wu was not included.
Not to mention, the second brother Chen Wu is a young master in the North, ranking fifth.
Even he appeared on the stage, and the next competitions and discussions were only a few.
What makes the Northland bosses unhappy is that among the hundreds of innate masters who followed the eldest prince, less than thirty of them took action!
This damn thing really embarrasses the Northland warriors...
Fortunately, Chen Longcheng, the most powerful man in the North, had no other thoughts, and the eldest prince did not act aggressively, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.
But no matter how uncomfortable I feel, the remaining games still have to go on.
At this time, the young masters from the North who appeared on the scene have all reached the late stage of innate strength, and they are the real backbone.
However, the hundreds of innate masters around the eldest prince were not sure whether they were too high-spirited, or whether they were too confident in their winning streak since coming from the imperial capital. The ones who took the initiative were still mid-level innate warriors.
Now, it was finally the northern warrior's turn to feel proud...
Each of the three late-stage Xiantian warriors who appeared after that had defeated three or four Imperial Capital Xiantian warriors in a row, and they were defeated because of the lack of successors.
Their performance made the Northland boss sitting on the high platform look much better.
At least, the number of innate masters who came from the imperial capital has almost reached half, which is considered good.
At least, compared with other state capitals, the situation is not one-sided.
"Boss, it's my turn, look at me!"
Here, Ling Feng held a horizontal sword made of stainless steel in his hand, greeted Chen Ying, and suddenly jumped up, like a roc spreading its wings and flying into the competition venue.
Before the imperial late-stage Xiantian master who was planning to defend the ring could react, a sharp sword light instantly spanned several feet of void and stopped squarely in front of the opponent's neck.
The other party didn't even have time to react. Facing a moon-howling wolf, a terrifying power instantly enveloped his whole body. Before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck.
Suddenly coming back from the illusion, he was depressed to find that he had lost.
The originally noisy military camp suddenly fell silent!
I thought there was going to be a fight between dragons and tigers, but who knew the winner would be decided so quickly!
good!
The audience cheered endlessly, and everyone seemed to come to life from a still state.
On the high platform, the eldest prince was no longer as relaxed as before. He felt quite a threat from Ling Feng and said in a serious voice: "I didn't expect there to be such a master in the North. I wonder who his name is and which family he comes from?"
The number of people he saw along the way who could make him feel threatened was less than the number of people he could count on his hands.
They are all very powerful, and even the royal family cannot easily target them, such as Chen Longcheng, the Duke of Zhenbei.
But Chen Longcheng is a top player who has been famous for many years, so it is not surprising that he has such strength.
For example, among the young masters from all over the country, none of them could make him take a second look, let alone give him a premonition of great threat.
"This is none other than the young master of the Northland, Fei Hujing Ling Feng, known as the sword madman!"
Chen Longcheng had a slight smile on his face and answered softly.
I was also quite surprised in my heart, I didn't expect Ling Feng's martial arts to be so powerful.
Even he sensed quite a threat, which showed how strong Ling Feng was in martial arts.
After reacting, I felt quite relieved. Now the group of innate masters coming from the imperial capital had fun watching.
"Flying Fox Path Lingfeng, it turns out it's him!"
The eldest prince's words made Chen Longcheng's face look a little ugly.
"I heard that this person is an interesting person!"
Not paying attention to how much information was revealed in his previous sentence, the eldest prince said leisurely with bright eyes: "I just don't know, what is the specific level of strength?"
Naturally, he had heard of Ling Feng's name before.
Especially with this guy's experience, he seems to have a lot of ideas and luck.
Existences like this deserve special attention from the eldest prince.
Coming from the imperial capital and passing through the state capitals, it’s not like I haven’t encountered such a presence before.
Each one has amazing luck and strength, and can always explode with amazing fighting power.
It is a pity that this kind of existence in some state capitals has not fully grown up, and in some state capitals this kind of existence is not welcomed by the mainstream society and has become an outlier in the dark.
Although the existences he encountered were relatively difficult to deal with, no one could give him a premonition of danger, and Ling Feng was the first one.
Chen Longcheng quickly reacted and returned to his usual calm state.
It would be really stupid if the eldest prince did not make any preparations in advance and collect information from the young masters in the North.
Obviously, Ling Feng had entered the eldest prince's field of vision early...
At this moment, the astonishing sword energy that suddenly appeared in the field attracted his attention.
I saw that Ling Feng did not play his cards according to common sense. After the late-stage Xiantian master of the Imperial City who had been taken down by him with one sword retreated, he suddenly flew up and swung his sword in the air.
A flaming red sword energy that was three feet long roared out, instantly drawing a deep ditch about ten meters long on the messy competition ground.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Feng's arrogant and domineering voice sounded: "If you don't have the ability, don't go out and embarrass yourself. I'm not in the mood to play around with you!"
In one sentence, all the innate late-stage masters who came to the imperial capital were so angry.
Damn, who are you looking down on?
Immediately, a fiery-tempered and powerful innate late-stage master flew into the arena with a sword. Without saying a word, the sword light flashed, and the sword energy filled the sky like a dark cloud, and swept towards Ling Feng without hesitation.
"How dare the light of a grain of rice compete with the bright moon?"
Chen Ying sneered, and the horizontal sword in his hand suddenly bounced up, instantly turning into a ray of light and cutting into the rain of swords in the sky, and his figure became blurry.
The next moment, a loud clang of gold and iron was heard, and a sword with a cold light flew away from his hand and flew far away.
Ling Feng's figure flew backwards gracefully, with the horizontal knife in his hand already sheathed, and he said playfully: "Are we still competing?"
What a fart comparison?
The late-stage Xiantian master from Imperial City whose sword was instantly knocked out of his hand turned red with embarrassment and hurriedly took back the flying sword and left the competition venue as if he was running away.
This time, it was really embarrassing.
A companion tried the method himself, but ended up in disgrace. Naturally, the late-stage innate masters from other imperial cities felt awe-inspiring and did not dare to go up to him easily.
"Okay, okay, I didn't expect that there would be a strong opponent like you in the North, and he would also walk with you with a sword, so let me teach you your clever tricks!"
At this time, more than a dozen people were standing aside, one of the peak innate masters of the imperial capital, who was aware that they were only a few feet away from each other, slowly walked onto the competition venue while speaking.
It seemed slow, but every step he took was about ten feet away, and the aura on his body expanded crazily. When he arrived in front of Ling Feng, he was like a tall mountain standing there.
With a clang, the thick-backed machete in his hand was unsheathed, and a heavy and dense breath hit his face, as if to suppress his soul.
At this moment, Ling Feng's heart tightened, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and even his breathing became a little short.
Tsk, the warriors of the Imperial Capital are indeed extraordinary!
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly showed a sneer. His figure turned into smoke in a trance, and a shining sword light instantly spanned a distance of several feet and went straight to the vital part of the opponent's neck.
"Well done!"
The eyes of the majestic swordsman on the opposite side suddenly lit up, and his body suddenly rose up from the ground, like a leaping eagle, and the thick-backed machete in his hand roared out with such ferocity that it could almost open up the world.
snort!
The horizontal knife in Ling Feng's hand rolled back halfway, and instantly turned into a storm of sword light. It collided with the thick-backed machete falling from the sky, without any intention of giving in...