"Let this little bastard stumble for a little longer, and when that plan is implemented, this son will surely die. Long Jitian's eyes burst out with coldness, and he thought to himself.

Not only did Long Jitian notice Chen Feng, but some other leaders of Shenzhou also began to notice that Chen Feng, especially when they saw that Chen Feng killing Wu Lan with one punch, they all showed a look of surprise.

However, none of them connected Fengchen and Chen Feng like Long Jitian, after all, in terms of familiarity, in fact, Long Jitian knew Chen Feng better, so he was able to quickly associate the two together.

On the square platform of Tianwu Shenzhou, Wu Hou frowned slightly, he always felt that Wen Zhuo was a little familiar.

But at first glance, the breath of this wind and dust is very unfamiliar, and Wu Hou is also a little uncertain in his heart.

"I'm afraid I'm overthinking. ”

Wuhou muttered in a low voice, then his gaze fell on the other rings, and he sighed and said, "I really don't know how many of my Holy Martial Sect disciples can enter the top 100 this time." ”

There are thirty rings, each of which has a hundred people, and according to the rules of the points system, everyone needs to fight.

In the seventh ring, there are only four people who have maintained a winning streak, namely Chen Feng under the pseudonym Fengchen, Zheng Tang of the Golden Dragon Palace, Shi Yi of the Killing Alliance, and Shui Zhe of the Immortal Altar.

Originally, there were five people who maintained a winning streak, and the fifth person was Wu Lan, but Wu Lan had just been killed in the ring by Chen Feng.

Everyone in the seventh ring, at this moment, fell into silence, looking at the young man standing in the center of the ring, his eyes showed a look of jealousy and awe.

"Who is this wind and dust? It's so terrifying that even Wu Lan killed it with one punch. ”

Not only the seventh ring, but also the martial artists in the other rings began to notice the situation in the seventh ring.

In the Kyushu Conference, to be able to stand out from hundreds of thousands and advance to the top three thousand, which is not the elite of the elite, even if the cultivation is not high, it also has the combat power of the next level.

In addition, the territory of the natural world is not vast, so the warriors who participate in the ring battles in all corners of this world can clearly see the various situations in other rings.

Generally in the ring, the competition between the strong and the strong can basically attract the attention of many other martial artists.

At the beginning, although the battle between Chen Feng and Wu Lan attracted the attention of some people, there were not many people who paid attention.

However, when Chen Feng was indifferent, punched out, and killed Wu Lan in seconds, most of the martial artists in the natural world paid attention to the seventh ring.

"The seventh typhoon dust. ”

In the first ring, Jin Longzi stood quietly, just now his opponent had just abstained and admitted defeat, coupled with the sensation of the rest of the martial artists around, so his eyes also fell on Chen Feng in the seventh ring.

In addition, Wu Lan, who was killed in seconds, was the core disciple of the Golden Dragon Palace.

Although Jin Longzi's gaze was already unwavering, it could be seen from his slightly clenched hands that his heart was far from being as calm as it seemed.

Turning his head slightly, Chen Feng's gaze fell on the side of Jin Longzi in the first ring.

Suddenly, the two looked at each other, and a spark burst out.

"I remember you. ”

I saw that Jin Longzi's mouth moved slightly, and he didn't make a sound, but Chen Feng could read the former's lips.

Chen Feng just smiled slightly, and didn't care too much.

Since he intends to retaliate against the five major forces at the Kyushu Conference, he is already prepared for the risk of exposure.

Now that he's a bit up-and-coming, it's natural that he'll get the attention of others.

Fortunately, this Kyushu Conference was presided over by the people of the Holy Emperor Palace, and the lords of other forces were not qualified to approach this Kyushu Tiantai, so Chen Feng was not worried about being recognized.

Even after being recognized, the lords of those forces can't do anything about him.

As for the juniors of the five major forces, there are really very few who can threaten him.

Walking out of the ring, many warriors below were consciously parting ways, with awe-inspiring eyes.

Even Wu Lan, the core disciple of the Golden Dragon Palace, dared to bombard, and the young man in front of him was definitely an unscrupulous and ruthless man.

At present, no one really dares to provoke such a ruthless person.

"The fight continues!"

After coming back to his senses, Cao Rong calmly announced that he would continue to compete.

Boom Boom!

The competition continues, and so far everyone in the seventh ring has played nearly eighty games, and there are still about twenty left.

In the eighty-first session, Shui Zhe and Zheng Tang of the Golden Dragon Hall met.

In the ring, the two faced each other from a distance, and Zheng Tang said with jealousy: "Brother Shui Zhe, let me understand your strength." ”

Shui Zhe stared at Zheng Tang indifferently and said, "Cousin Zheng, in order to leave you some affection, you should take the initiative to admit defeat, otherwise you will lose very badly." ”

Hearing this, Zheng Tang's face changed slightly, and he said with a little unconvinced: "Although Brother Shui Zhe is a half-step Yahweh, I think I still have the qualifications to fight with Shui Zhe. ”

Shui Zhe showed a subtle smile and said, "Since that's the case, then you can make a move." ”

"Drink!"

Zheng Tang didn't talk nonsense, and when he stepped out, clusters of green rattans suddenly poured out of his body, like countless green pythons, what Zheng Tang mastered was the law of the wood system, but it was the same as Long Tian.

"Be careful!"

Zheng Tang said, jumped up, stepped onto the green rattan, the countless chaotic rattans, intertwined with each other, and finally condensed a green dragon.

The Golden Dragon Palace, as the name suggests, has some relationship with dragons in many of its exercises, so even if it is the attack method of the law, it will choose to personify into a dragon.

Shui Zhe stood in place, his eyelids drooping, motionless like a mountain.

The moment the green dragon appeared in front of him, Shui Zhe's right hand reached out, and a breath of death lingered, and then a giant hand that was even more terrifying than the dragon suddenly manifested behind him.

Bang!

The giant hand pinched the green dragon, and the huge dragon was like a small snake, pinched by the giant hand in his hand, and smashed to the ground, and the whole ground trembled fiercely.

A cobweb-like crack, centered on the green dragon, spreads and spreads in all directions.

Zheng Tang spat out a mouthful of blood, flew out violently, and slammed under the ring.

"Thank you Brother Shui Zhe for your mercy!"

Zheng Tang hurriedly got up and looked at Shui Zhe with gratitude.

Fang Cai Shui Zhe gave up, otherwise, he would probably be seriously injured, not the current minor injury.

Shui Zhe nodded slightly, and slowly walked out of the ring.

"It is worthy of being the first day of the Immortal Altar of Dead Silence, such a terrifying combat power. ”

Everyone in the ring looked at Shui Zhe with fear.

And faintly, everyone began to compare Shui Zhe with the wind and dust, if the two are opposed, I don't know who is better?

Pedal Pedal Ped

Shui Zhe stepped out of the ring, walked straight to Chen Feng's side, staggered by, and did not stop at all.

However, at the moment when he staggered, Shui Zhe was secretive to Chen Feng: "I'm looking forward to it, if the two of us can meet, how many moves can you survive under me?"

Chen Feng just smiled slightly, and didn't reply, or rather, he didn't take Shui Zhe's words seriously at all.

However, Shui Zhe's move made Chen Feng a little surprised, because he could faintly feel that the law that Shui Zhe had mastered was somewhat similar to the law of death that he had mastered.