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Chapter 2308 Clan War II (Subscription Request)

After the battle, the Feng clan members who were watching the battle cheered and rejoiced, and there was an overall high spirit of confidence, as if they were determined to win two games in a row. They gave great praise to the master who won the clan war.

In contrast, the grandmaster of the Lan clan seemed somewhat silent. The Lan clan members did not criticize him too harshly, but a feeling of alienation and indifference was obvious.

The true law of the jungle, where the winner takes all, is vividly demonstrated.

As a fighting party, you represent the interests of your clan. If you lose, it means damaging the interests of your clan. Even if you are a master of martial arts, no one will be disrespectful to you in public, but how you behave in private is your personal freedom.

The second clan war actually didn’t last that long.

The person from the Feng family who went to fight was the one who was eavesdropped by Meng Zhao that day using the wind-eavesdropping technique and who was discussing important matters with Feng Ling.

He practiced the mainstream ice martial arts in the polar ice fields today, and specialized in the meaning of black ice, controlling the mysterious power between heaven and earth.

His opponent, the great master of the Lan family, was not as extreme as this person.

His posture is graceful, his moves are free and easy, and his set of free-hand fighting is as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and like an antelope hanging on the horns, showing a leisurely and carefree mood.

It is also different from the martial arts of the native tribe and the Buddhist martial arts which have a considerable number of followers in the polar ice fields. It is more inclined towards Taoism.

Meng Zhao was also amazed and said,

"The Grandmaster of the Lan family has quite good skills. His Qi skills are all in line with the Taoist lineage. Could it be that the Taoist sect has also established a branch in this polar ice field to spread Taoism?"

Zhao Ruling also observed the battle by listening to the wind. Although it was not as clear as seeing it with the naked eye, it was a different feeling to blend into the wind with the power of the soul, and his understanding was deeper.

“Yes, not all Buddhist monks want to come to the polar ice fields to preach, and not all Taoists are free and easy.

There are many Taoists who adhere to the idea of ​​teaching everyone and do not shy away from imparting martial arts to people of all races. Therefore, there is a lot of soil for Taoist martial arts to survive within this polar ice field.

According to legend, Bai Yuchan, one of the great Taoist masters who possessed a psychic jade body, once came to the polar ice field to preach, accepted seven disciples, and left behind seven Taoist lineages.

This person from the Lan family might be the heir of a certain Taoist lineage. His martial arts are pretty good, and his free-hand fighting is not pictographic, but rather symbolic.

The thirty-six free-hand movements are like clouds flowing in the blue sky, unrestrained and free to gather and disperse as the heart wishes. They may have evolved from the fragments of the Taoist Nine Heavenly Hands.

As the two men communicated with their spiritual thoughts, the winner and loser on the stage were almost clear.

The grandmaster of the Lan clan calmly took on the attack of the grandmaster of the Feng clan with his free-hand fighting technique. His icy true qi and mysterious power were all eliminated by a flowing and uncertain free-hand fighting force, giving a feeling of "you can be as strong as you want, a gentle breeze blowing over the hills."

Finally, after one hundred and seventy-six moves, the grandmaster of the Lan clan used a palm technique that was like a descent from the sky, which overturned the opponent and directly defeated the icy fist of the grandmaster of the Feng clan, winning with one move.

In this way, the result was a 1-1 tie, and it was time for the most exciting and anticipated battle, the battle between heaven and man.

In fact, with the power of the Grandmaster and the Grandmaster, the mere arena could not bear their terrifying force at all. It was only Feng Ling and the patriarch of the Lan family who used their divine power to block the aftermath of the fight between the Grandmaster and the Grandmaster.

But if the two of them were to fight, they would have no way and no intention to care about outsiders. By then, I'm afraid that this seemingly spacious arena would soon become a ruin. Outside the arena, Feng Ling and the patriarch of the Lan family were standing side by side. When the two looked at each other, the strong aura clashed and turned into two raging waves, rushing in all directions.

The Lan family was about to take action when they heard Feng Ling say,

"If you and I were to fight in our true form today, I'm afraid that not only would this arena not be able to bear our strength, but my Feng family's clan land would also be destroyed. I have an idea, I wonder if Brother Lan is willing to listen to it?"

As Feng Ling finished his words, the area around the arena, which was crowded with nearly 3,000 members of the Tingtian clan, fell silent.

Ninety-nine percent of them are members of the Feng clan. They don’t know what their clan leader thinks, but as long as it is what the clan leader wants to do, they will support it.

The members of the Lan clan seemed somewhat worried, but due to the differences in their status, position, and strength, they did not dare to interrupt.

After all, this was a communication between two clan leaders. No matter how many doubts and confusions there were, it was impossible to embarrass Feng Ling in such an occasion.

The Lan clan leader was tall and had an old face, looking much older than Feng Ling. Upon hearing this, he said indifferently,

"Oh, since the beginning of the clan war, our fighting methods have been determined, almost forming a rule. Why do you have other ideas today, Brother Feng? Come and tell me!"

It is also a needle hidden in cotton. Although the last sentence says "Please tell me about it", in fact, it still leaves a loophole in the previous sentence. Rules are rules. If they can be broken at will, they are not rules anymore. And once the rules are broken, there will be a price to pay.

It depends on what Feng Ling wants to do and whether he can pay the corresponding price.

Wind Spirit Road,
"You and I are both celestial beings, and we have achieved spiritual enlightenment. Why don't we each use the power of our spiritual enlightenment to control a Dharma body and compete on this stage? This way, we can show the mysteries of our martial arts and see who is better, but we won't get into a fight or even destroy our Feng family."

Upon hearing this, the Lan clan leader was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said,
"It seems that Brother Feng, you are very confident in your own way of the soul."

He didn't know whether Feng Ling was truly confident or had another plan, but if what Feng Ling said was true, he was actually getting the upper hand.

The fight between warriors is not just about the power of the soul, the strength of the body is also a very important factor.

As the patriarch of the Lan family, he is very familiar with the cultivation of wind spirits.

His soul is relatively pure, especially in the area of ​​physical energy and blood, where he is deeply immersed and has achieved great accomplishments.

On the contrary, he had some good fortune, and in the way of fighting and conquering with his soul, he was far superior to ordinary warriors. The power of his soul was so strong that it was beyond the reach of Feng Ling.

Feng Ling's move is exactly to highlight the weaknesses and avoid the strengths, and no one knows what his purpose is.

Could it be that he was really tired of keeping the Tongshen Tie, so he deliberately used this method to hand it over to himself for safekeeping?
Anyway, he is the beneficiary no matter what, so how can he not agree?

"Okay, then as Brother Feng wishes, I'll go first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light flew out from between the brows of the Lan clan leader, becoming hazy and twisted, and rushed to the center of the huge arena.

(End of this chapter)