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Murong Feng's eyes immediately chilled!

She was targeted three times and twice, if she swallowed her anger again, she would not be Murong Feng.

Murong Feng immediately replied unceremoniously: "If you are not naïve, you can still call a young man." It's not like some old immortals who shout to keep up with the times, but at the same time are naturally repulsed by novelty. Such a person simply lies in a coffin and waits for death, so as not to waste air and food. ”

Syllable!

Qingyang Lao Dao was immediately furious, slapped the table and pointed at Murong Feng across the table and scolded: "Demon girl, who are you scolding!! ”

Immediately, the entire hall fell silent.

Murong Feng smiled fearlessly and said with contempt: "Whoever disrespects the old man will scold him, Dao Chief, why are you excited to do something?" Did I point my nose at you and scold you? ”

"You, you, you!" Qingyang Lao Dao was attacked by the anger of anger, and almost vomited a mouthful of blood after the recurrence of the old injury.

Qingfeng Ancestor on the side frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Master Murong, Qingyang Daoyou is just casually talking, why are you so aggressive?" ”

Murong Feng glanced at him and said directly: "Qingfeng Dao Chief, didn't your conscience hurt when you said this?" From the moment I sat down to the present, who is being aggressive? I respect the two of you as elders to endure it again and again, but face is given to each other, since you are shameless, then don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people! ”

"You !!" Qingfeng Ancestor was furious by Murong Feng's ridicule, and his body was full of momentum and pressed directly towards Murong Feng.

Murong Feng sneered, and he was also shocked, showing a huge momentum in a-for-tat manner!

The two forces collided head-on, forming an invisible coercion that swept across the audience, and the entire hall trembled slightly.

The clear-eyed man was immediately shocked to see that Murong Feng's momentum had actually firmly overpowered Qingfeng Ancestor!

And Qingfeng Ancestor was even more frightened and inexplicable, and was crushed by Murong Feng's terrifying momentum, and if he didn't urge his true qi, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to sneak under the table.

"Qingfeng Dao is long, poor Dao is here to help you!" Qingyang Lao Dao didn't even want the last bit of shame, and actually wanted to join forces to deal with Murong Feng.

"Amitabha!" Suddenly, the Yuanhui monk Heshi, who had not spoken, lightly pronounced a Buddha name, exuding a neutral and peaceful aura, which directly dissolved the two who were competing.

Qingfeng Lao Dao immediately snorted, shook his body, his face was red and blue, and he choked on a mouthful of hot blood that surged to his throat.

Murong Feng's delicate body was shocked, her face was as usual, but her hair was flying.

"Can the two donors look at the face of the poor monk and not embarrass the owner of the Ye Village." The old monk's persuasion is level, and it can be regarded as giving the two of them a step down.

"Good!" Qingfeng Lao Dao coughed sullenly, and said with a dark face: "Poor Dao will look at the face of the monk today, and don't care about this yellow-haired girl." ”

Everyone was secretly relieved when they saw that Qingfeng Lao Dao had finally softened.

Although Qingyang Lao Dao is unwilling, if he persists in it, he will not only offend the Tibetan Sword Villa, but also harm the Yuanhui monk. I had to swallow this evil breath in a loud voice, planning to wait until I entered the sword mound to find a way back.

At this time, Ye Nantian hurriedly ran in, and saw that the two of them were still sitting calmly and did not fight, so he breathed a sigh of relief. You must know that the momentum collision between the grandmaster-level powerhouses just now almost didn't scare his legs, in case these two really fight, it is estimated that this Hidden Sword Villa is not enough for them to dismantle. But now he didn't dare to say anything to let the two continue to sit together.

"Fellow travelers, Ye has already ordered someone to arrange a martial arts ring." Ye Nantian wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said to everyone with a smile: "If that disciple of the same path wants to participate, you can go and sign up." Of course, the spectator seats set up for a few people are also ready. ”

Murong Feng was the first to stand up and said with a smile: "Then I have to go and occupy a seat first, so as not to wait for too many people and no place to sit." ”

Everyone laughed good-naturedly for a while, and followed them to the lotus garden where the ring was placed.

Murong Feng walked into the lotus garden under Ye Nantian's personal guidance, and saw a huge ring floating on the lotus pond at first sight.

The water arena is a circular platform connected to the shore by ten iron cables. The height of the ring is only one meter above the water, but the diameter is about ten meters wide.

There was also a new banner next to it, with a line of big characters written on it: Martial Arts Young Heroes Competition.

As for the rules of the competition, they all follow the old rules, point to the end, no killing, admit defeat or defeat if you fall into the water.

The only restriction is that only young people under the age of 20 can participate, and in the end, ten people can go to the Sword Furnace to choose a blade of their choice.

Under the heavy award, it naturally attracted enthusiastic registration, even if Murong Feng drew the age line under 20 years old, but the number of young heroes who were confident in their strength still reached more than 100.

If more than 100 people catch each other, it is estimated that the first round of the game will take more than two hours.

Therefore, after Ye Nantian invited Murong Feng and the other eight grandmasters to the special class viewing seat, he took the initiative to propose to slightly change the method of the first round of preliminary examinations.

It is a random selection of ten people to fight in a big fight, and as long as there are five people left on the stage who can stand, they will advance to the next round of the competition.

Murong Feng was noncommittal and said it didn't matter. Anyway, only Mu Xue and Long Bixia will go to the war, and it would be more advantageous if both of them were selected.

The other people in the same seat also did not object, which can be regarded as a given new rule.

Originally, Ye Nantian wanted Murong Feng to give a speech on stage, but she politely refused. After all, this kind of limelight should be in the limelight as the host, Ye Nantian.

Seeing that Murong Feng was so polite, Ye Nantian's favor for her immediately increased a few points. He happily jumped into the ring, clasped his fists around, and told a lot of drowsy nonsense......

But everyone was in the way of saving face, and no one dared to shout boos on such occasions.

When Ye Nantian talked about dry mouth, and everyone yawned, this martial arts competition finally began.

Then he saw the two Tibetan Sword disciples carrying a large box stuffed with the number plates of the martial arts players in front of the viewing seat, Ye Nantian turned to the Yuanhui Divine Monk and said loudly: "Yuanhui Divine Monk, Ye has a reluctant request. The monk has already said that the Shaolin Temple will not participate in this competition between the martial arts young heroes, so I will ask you to help be a fair person. After all, there are also a few young disciples in the village who participated in this competition, thinking that there will be heroes from all over the world for a while, and I, the owner of the village, are not suitable to be this referee. ”

Ye Nantian's humorous self-deprecation won the laughter of the audience, but he also won everyone's recognition.

"Amitabha, since Lord Ye Zhuang values the poor monk so much, the poor monk will not shirk." Yuanhui monk Heshi recited the Buddha's name, then got up and walked to the box, rolled up his sleeves and reached out to the box, no more, no less, exactly ten number plates.

A Tibetan sword disciple next to him hurriedly and respectfully took the number plate, and then read it out loud one by one.

At each point, a young man was squeezed out of the crowd and walked to the iron rope.

These martial arts young heroes who are less than 20 years old are either disciples who have just started in various factions, or the sons and nephews of a good man. Even if some of them have been practicing martial arts since childhood, the gap between them will not be very large. After all, real kung fu needs to be honed over time before they can enter the house, and these people probably haven't even touched the threshold of kung fu, at most they have learned some basic kung fu.

However, the more you can see the qualifications of a certain person, so everyone present with good qualifications signed up to participate.

When all the ten people who were drawn came out, Murong Feng glanced at it, and couldn't help but secretly surprise the old monk's luck.

Among these ten people, only one Tibetan Sword disciple and one Badao disciple are considered to be children of the family, and the other eight are not disciples of the Great Gate Sect.

Murong Feng originally thought that he would be able to see a dragon battle in the first game.

Ye Nantian saw that the ten people were standing still, so he flew away from the ring and returned to the spectator seat, and then said loudly: "The game is limited to three minutes, and the one with five people left on the stage wins." But the fists and feet have no eyes, and I ask all the young heroes to be merciful. Then the joust begins! ”

Boom!

A drum sounds!

Ten people rushed to the ring with the iron rope together, and from here you can see how light a person is.

Because among the ten people, the Tibetan Sword Disciple and the Overlord Sword Disciple had already rushed into the ring, and there were still people who cautiously walked halfway.

As soon as the Tibetan Sword disciple and the Badao disciple rushed into the ring, they were like enemies meeting each other, and they fought in one place without saying a word. The fists and feet greet each other and the fight is extremely intense!

The rest of the players who rushed to the ring wisely avoided these two and looked for opponents to fight. After all, everyone present knew that the Tibetan Sword Villa and the Badao Villa would definitely have to distinguish themselves in this competition.

"Ahh Suddenly, a scream came, and I saw a person being knocked out of the ring and smashed into the lotus pond to make a high splash.

"Good !!" The audience immediately applauded.

"This person is the seventh boy of the Iron Palm Gang Leader, right?" Feng Bo stared at the young man who knocked his opponent down from the ring, and said with a slight chin and said, "The foundation in my hand is solid enough, not bad." ”

Yan Ruyu on the side shook the folding fan and chuckled: "It's a pity that the next game is a little softer, otherwise you should be able to solve the opponent within fifteen moves just now." What do you think of Master Murong? ”

Murong Feng smiled lightly: "This Iron Palm Gang uses the Iron Sand Palm, the Lotus Palm and the Light Gong Water Float to be unique in the martial arts. If the legs and feet are too hard, they won't be able to float on the water. ”

"Oh?" Yan Ruyu was slightly surprised: "Is there still such a thing as floating on the water?" Incredible, incredible. ”

"The head of Murong is so familiar with this floating water, has he ever seen it?" Feng Bo turned around and asked curiously. The implication is to ask if there are also the three peerless schools of the Iron Palm Gang in the blessed land of Lang Huan?

But Murong Feng would not be easily tricked out, so she replied with a smile: "This floating on the water is the secret of the Iron Palm Gang, how can I see it." I only realized the mystery when I was practicing another similar light skill. ”

What Murong Feng said was actually Ling Bo Weibu.

In fact, there are many types of light skills, some are good at dodging, some are good at long-distance travel, and some are good at crossing mountains and mountains. Anyway, each has its own subtleties, and the way of natural cultivation must also be different.

And Ling Bo's micro-step and floating on the water are the same kind of elegant light skills, and with Murong Feng's eyesight, he can naturally see the subtleties at a glance.

Feng Bo opened his mouth and wanted to ask what kind of peerless light function Murong Feng had taken a fancy to, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back raw. After all, inquiring about other people's martial arts is the number one taboo in martial arts!

"Wow!" At this time, Liu Mei suddenly opened his mouth and said lightly: "Master Ye Zhuang, the disciple of Guizhuang and the disciple of the overlord sword seem to have a real fire, don't you take action to stop it?" ”

Ye Nantian brushed his beard and said: "Ye has already said that the fair person of this competition has been entrusted with carte blanche to the Yuanhui Divine Monk. The monk didn't stop it, so I, a spectator, should not disturb the order of the competition. ”

Suddenly, the Tibetan Sword disciple and the Overlord Sword disciple both gave each other a heavy punch, and each took a few steps backwards before they could barely stand firm. But even so, they still gasped and stared at each other viciously.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again after relieving their breath, suddenly the Yuanhui Divine Monk said together: "There are only five people left on the stage, and this round of martial arts competition ends here." ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he waved his hand lightly, and immediately the nine people on the stage, whether standing or lying down, were swept away from the ring by a real force and landed lightly on the shore.

"Good !!" There was another round of applause, but most of them were aimed at the hand revealed by the Yuanhui Divine Monk.

Murong Feng shook his head and sighed with a smile: "I have to hide from the Yuanhui Divine Monk on my trip to the Sword Shrine tonight, otherwise this divine soldier will definitely not have my share." ”

Feng Bo and Yan Ruyu all laughed when they heard this, and Liu Mei was also embarrassed.

"Oh? Girl, do you mean you don't have to hide when you see the old man? I saw the mad knife laughing and slowly came with a wine jug.

Murong Feng sneered and said, "Senior Crazy Knife, if you are bullying the small with the big as in the game, then I will admit it." ”

Crazy Dao Xiaotian was choked for a moment, glared and said: "You girl is good at everything, it's just this pair of sharp teeth that makes people very unhappy." Shall we do it again when we are free that day? You should have improved your sword-breaking technique, right? Do you have the confidence to catch my half trick this time? ”

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, you must know that among all the people present, except for the Yuanhui Divine Monk, I am afraid that this mad knife senior has the highest kung fu. And Murong Feng can actually compete with this one, it's amazing!

"Do you mean in the game?" Murong Feng asked with a smile.

Crazy Dao snorted with a smile: "Of course it's in the game, we can't let go of our hands and feet outside, what's the point." ”

"Done! Then I will let you see the fruits of my penance during these days! Murong Feng snorted confidently. The heart said that when I fully grasp the Force, see how I can finish abusing you, old man.

"That, since the two of you have such Yaxing, why don't you count me as a share?" Yan Ruyu suddenly smiled with burning eyes.

"Count me in!" Feng Bo followed.

"And me." Liu Mei also smiled and said: "The trick of the top master is a rare encounter in a thousand years, I don't want to miss it." ”

Qingfeng Lao Dao's eyes flashed, and he turned his head, but he shook his ears slightly......

Qingyang Lao Dao does not listen to things outside the window, like a clay sculpture recuperating.