"You're lucky."

"Because I'm not going to take a heavy hand on you."

Wang Zhihong looked at Lin Feng with a faint smile.

He was one of the sixteen martial artists who had directly advanced to the rank of Qiyun Stage, a sixth-order powerhouse in the Qiyun Stage. Jumping into the ring, Wang Zhihong was wearing a white armor, and his movements were very chic, unlike other contestants, Wang Zhihong was quite relaxed at the moment, and he was more leisurely and waved to the disciples of the second district.

Trample!

Lin Feng jumped into the ring.

I haven't seen Wang Zhihong's strength, but his aura is better than that of Lu Jie before, as if he is one of the strongest sixteen people under the age of thirty in the Evil Wind Hall. Seeing that his opponent was complacent, Lin Feng smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart.

Strength is not said by mouth.

"Zhihong, avenge Senior Brother Lu Jie!"

"Don't take the enemy lightly, be careful that he's fast."

"Come on, Senior Brother Zhihong, defeat this preparatory disciple cleanly and advance to the top sixteen!"

……

The crowd in District 2 shouted.

Wang Zhihong raised his hand, turned his head and smiled at everyone.

And at this time-

"Play, let's go!" The Northern Evil Protector who was in charge of this martial arts ring didn't like to talk much, so he directly announced the start of the game, and there was no politeness at all. The voice fell, which suddenly made Wang Zhihong stunned, relieved himself and turned back, however......

"What about people?" Wang Zhihong's eyes widened.

Ahead, the martial arts arena was empty, how could there be Lin Feng's figure, and when he heard the exclamation of the disciples of the second district, Wang Zhihong's spine was cold. Before he could come to his senses, a huge force had already hit his fragile neck.

Boom!

Wang Zhihong's eyes were full of stars, and his head was blank.

"Bang!" Like a boulder, it fell heavily outside the ring, Wang Zhihong was not injured at all, but at this time, he didn't know what happened except for shock or shock in his eyes. Including the people in the second district, they were still carnival before, but now they all seem to be frozen.

In less than three seconds!

The speed of Wang Zhihong's defeat. A record for the second round was set.

Rumble! ～

Suddenly, the fourth district exploded.

The preparatory disciples were overjoyed, shouting frantically, jumping with joy, and jubilant. The previous nervousness turned into excitement, and these preparatory disciples, who were not yet 18 years old, saw their idol win, and then couldn't help but feel the ecstasy in their hearts, as if they were the ones who had won.

"Lin Feng, win." The Northern Evil Protector glanced at Lin Feng. Announce the results.

Lin Feng's expression was calm.

jumped down from the competition ring, walked past Wang Zhihong, who was still stunned, and returned to the place where the preparatory disciples of the four districts were. didn't say anything, but Wang Zhihong was blushing, remembering the arrogant words just now, and now he can't wait to find a hole to drill.

"The first one." Lin Feng's heart is peaceful.

Not wanting to waste any more time, he wants to enter the semi-finals immediately and compete with Tie Cheng and Wang Hui.

…

The second scene.

The third game!

Soldiers are bloodless.

Lin Feng easily lost three people in a row, and the opponent of the final quarterfinals. He is also a powerhouse of the seventh order of the Qi Cloud Stage. However, Lin Feng hadn't even unsheathed the Nine Shadows Thunder Knife, and he had already cracked it easily, overcoming thorns and thorns. With one's eyes shut.

A dark horse!

The voices of the preparatory disciples in the fourth district were hoarse, and their faces were flushed with excitement, and those girls seemed to look at Prince Charming, their eyes were full of stars. The disciples of the third district were like deflated balls. The nightmare is not sluggish, and it is slumping.

One can be luck, but it's three......

Will it be luck?

It was Wang Hui and Tie Fall. At this time, his face was solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy, looking at Lin Feng. Unlike another martial artist who has entered the top four, Lin Feng has not shown any signs so far, but he has inexplicably entered the battle for the top four.

They didn't know how strong the preparatory disciples in front of them were.

"He's only 20?" The Evil Wind Sect Master's eyes lit up.

"Yes." The Eastern Evil Protector nodded: "This Lin Feng has a good relationship with Dong Taifu, and in addition, he also has a close relationship with President Lu of the Rising Sun Shop. In my guess, he is likely to be a disciple of a hidden powerhouse, who has just entered the world. ”

"No wonder he wasn't interested in letting him join the Evil Wind Hall before." The Evil Wind Sect Master was stunned.

"The method used by the sect master may be wrong, if this son is from a famous family, if you let him become an ordinary disciple, it is undoubtedly an insult to his identity, and he is naturally unwilling." The Eastern Evil Dharma Protector said: "But if you let him enter the first district, or even if the sect master personally accepts him as a disciple, he will definitely agree." ”

"Take him as an apprentice?" The Evil Wind Sect Master was silent.

The Eastern Evil Protector nodded: "This son's future achievements are only afraid that they will be no less than Wang Hui, and the sect master must not miss out on talents." ”

The Evil Wind Sect Master looked at him: "Let's take a look at his battle with Iron Fall first, he should be the second order of the Qi Cloud Stage, I don't know if he can compete with Iron Fall." ”

The Eastern Evil Protector smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's a little difficult, but Iron Fall is the strongest in the second district." ”

"Maybe." The Evil Wind Sect Master smiled, his eyes filled with deep meaning: "Until now, he... The knife has not been drawn yet. ”

"What!?" The Eastern Evil Protector was stunned.

…

"Knives?"

"Wouldn't it!?"

"It's true, did you see him draw his sword?"

"Hearing you say that, it seems like eh, every fight he fights with his fists and feet."

……

"Isn't he going to use a knife?"

"Idiot, you, you won't knife him what he came to the Evil Wind Hall for!"

"Stupid, people are clearly hiding their strength, can't they see it until now, this Lin Feng is not ordinary deep!"

……

There was an uproar.

Lu Jie, Wang Zhihong and others, who were defeated by Lin Feng, were even bigger than copper bells, and they were a little unconvinced before, because they were defeated by Lin Feng's tricks. But now that I think about it, a cold sweat suddenly broke out and fell with a tick.

Absolutely true!

Lin Feng's knife has not yet been unsheathed!

Like a whirlwind, this discovery suddenly spread to all the disciples in the four districts, and everyone was shocked, looking at Lin Feng in addition to curiosity, they also added a shudder of distraction. At this time, after a little rest, it is already the last two games of the semi-finals -

At the same time, go to war!

"No. 17 Iron Fall, No. 32 Lin Feng!" The voice of the Southern Evil Protector sounded impressively.

Wow! ～

There was a commotion.

…

Trample! Trample!

Lin Feng and Tie Fall fell in the ring of the tournament.

The four eyes met, and there was a crazy shout around them, one after another. The new wind battle has been carried out so far, and it has finally ushered in a climax, the battle of the top four, the duel between the strong and the strong, which makes people's blood boil.

There has never been a preparatory disciple who has entered the top sixteen, eight, and even the top four of the New Wind Battle!

Every time Lin Feng took a step forward, he was creating miracles.

"Zheng!" Ironfall drew his sword, the pitch-black color reflecting the rich dark light. Like a black bear standing, the majestic muscles and tendons are fully visible, looking at Lin Feng's battle knife rising horizontally, the iron fall's battle intent is boiling, and the voice is like a bell: "Draw the sword!" ”

"Of course." Lin Feng smiled.

Boom! The Nine Shadows Thunder Knife shone brightly and coldly, and the image of the Netherworld appeared behind him, and his momentum changed drastically.

His knife is finally unsheathed!

… (To be continued......)