Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1265 Golden seat competition, open

A stream of milky white heaven and earth energies roamed the quintessential square, exuding a refreshing power.

The energy of the heavens and the earth here is special, and a slight movement of the mind is like a blank sheet of paper, and it is much easier to outline the formation than other places.

Meiji opened her white and tender palm, a brilliant light burst out, and a number four mark appeared,

Coincidentally, Lu Feng is also the number four mark, that is to say, in the next battle, he will fight side by side with this beautiful snake.

Another No. 36 imprint appeared in the hands of an indifferent man in black. His name is Liu Hen, and he is an old [-] Ginza, whose strength is second only to Cang Ming.

"It seems that our luck is really a coincidence. This competition for the golden throne is about to join forces."

Meiji smiled coquettishly, the light in her eyes intertwined, if she was really lured into sinking by her soft and sweet voice, she might really fall into her palm.

Liu Hen was unsmiling, his face was expressionless, and his motionless eyes made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

After confirming his teammates, Lu Feng looked around sharply. The other three teams will be his opponents in the next round.

And the team composed of Mo Xu, Fang Rong and Shang Yuan made him especially afraid.

Especially that Moxu, with a cold aura, is far more threatening to him than Cang Ming.

"Golden seat competition, open."

With the sound of a sound, the imprints in their hands merged into one and shot into the sky.

The four imprints were provoked by an invisible big hand. If they merged together, they would be their opponents in the next round.

Twelve eyes were fixed on them. Among the four teams, Moxu was undoubtedly the most difficult to provoke.

"It seems that my luck is very bad, and I met Moxu in advance."

As the dust settled, Cang Ming gave a wry smile.

Even though he is recognized as the strongest man in Ginza, Moxu is stronger than Mu Tianhai, and with the help of Shang Yuan and Fang Rong, there is little hope of winning.

His two companions were equally downcast.

"Fang Rong, I'm going to make Lu Feng proud again, this time the opponent is not him." Shang Yuan frowned and sneered.

Fang Rong raised his eyes lightly, and said: "The huge gap from heaven to hell is the most cruel. If you let him experience this feeling at the last moment, don't you think it would be better."

At this time, Mei Ji raised her beautiful eyes slantingly when she heard the words, she was obviously displeased, she looked at Lu Feng, and said: "It seems that those people are very hostile to you, and even I have been troubled by you."

Hearing Meiji's slightly complaining joke, Lu Feng pointed to the other side, and said, "We have to deal with that team first."

Liu Hen was very silent. Although Lu Feng and Mei Ji had been communicating, this person was as cold as ice and didn't say a word.

Looking at Liu Hen, Lu Feng would not do such a boring thing as putting a hot face on a cold butt.

"Sister Ningshuang, why don't you give up this opportunity to my sister, what do you think?"

At this moment, Meiji twirled her long hair with her fingers, and said with a charming smile.

"Sister Meiji was joking, there is no reason to give up this opportunity."

Xue Ningshuang's face was serious. She is the direct disciple of the beautiful woman, and she is also going to compete for the golden seat this time.

She was familiar with Mei Ji, knew the strangeness of this beautiful snake, and that Liu Hen was also a famous strongman.

But what disturbed her the most was Lu Feng, this unpredictable opponent.

Mei Ji was just joking, anyone who has come this far has the strength to hit the Golden Throne, and her beautiful eyes turned to look at Xue Ningshuang's teammates.

Yin Guangyi, a handsome man with long silver hair and far-reaching eyes, is a saint from the Silver Dragon Clan, who was ranked fifth among the 36 silver seats.

There is also an old man with a goatee. He had taken the test with Lu Feng before, and his performance was mediocre, but he was able to reach this step, which is enough to show that he is unfathomable.

The silver dragon clan saint looked dignified, and said: "This time our opponent is very strong, I want to come here and no one will regret it, let's not mention the golden seat, first we must defeat the team headed by Lu Feng."

"It makes sense, that Lu Feng is really scary, even if he loses, he has to go all out."

The goatee old man nodded.

He is not afraid of Mei Ji, nor Liu Hen, but he is afraid of Lu Feng's endless tricks.

While they were discussing, Cang Ming had already taken the lead, and the six figures all exuded a fierce aura.

The powerful collision produced a devastating disaster, and circles of violent ripples spread out. Everything here seemed to be turned into nothingness.

Lu Feng lowered his gaze.

Although Cang Ming is strong, his teammates are obviously not as good as Mo Xu's, and it is undoubtedly difficult to win.

The ending is already doomed.

"Sister Meiji, let my sister learn how strong you have been over the years!"

Xue Ningshuang let out a soft snort, although she was a female saint, her fighting spirit was burning fiercely.

When the emerald-like jade hand stretched out, a strong vitality spread, and a huge emerald palm print crashed down.

This cyan palm print, upon closer inspection, turned out to be condensed by individual cyan silk threads.

A truly outstanding and powerful inscription pattern master must have the ability to perfectly combine the inscription pattern and the power of martial arts in an ever-changing confrontation.

For example, Saint Master Qingxu was only in the Dzogchen Saint Realm back then, but his inscription patterns were all superb, and in a real confrontation, even half-step Old Sages would be unable to deal with him.

But here, the rules are almost as chaotic as white paper, and it is extremely easy to outline the formation. It is the most perfect training place for an inscription master.

Meiji smiled lightly, the pink brilliance condensed, and a round and a half moon passed in an instant.

"I'll deal with that old man."

Liu Hen said coldly, and the white light waves turned into sword qi, which instantly evolved into a huge formation between heaven and earth, and an extremely huge blade crushed away.

The old man with the goatee snorted coldly on his shrewd face, and an ancient golden mirror appeared in his palm, and the light beams emitted spanned the past and present.

Hearing this, Lu Feng didn't care much about Liu Hen's coldness.

Although they are still companions, but at the last moment, they will become competitors of each other.

Moreover, this method of fighting is also an extremely test of the cooperation between the teams. If one party is defeated, it will undoubtedly fall into an extremely passive situation.

The Saint of the Silver Dragon Tribe looked at Lu Feng with bitter eyes, and he said, "You are the most difficult bone to crack, but I left it to me."

Although he has the strength of a high-ranking saint, he doesn't have much confidence in Shang Lufeng. After all, Mu Tianhai, the golden seated saint, once suffered a disadvantage in his hands.

"Then let's fight," Lu Feng said with a smile.

Speaking of which, he still has a good relationship with the Silver Dragon Clan. He even refined the Essence of the Silver Dragon in the Twilight Land, and he is also a good friend with Ao Xuan.

"Since breaking through to the upper holy realm, the dragon blood in the body has never been so boiling. Although Lu Feng is not weak, I am not so easy to deal with. I must fight for this golden seat!"

The saint of the silver dragon clan is full of fighting spirit, as a warlike dragon clan, he will not retreat half a step, and the surging silver flame burns from his dragon body.

"Golden seat, I also want to board, because this is the key to the rise of the Qingxu lineage"

(End of this chapter)