peerless angel

The second round didn't start immediately. Under the announcement of the old referee, there was a temporary pause for an hour, and the battle platform needed to be repaired.

Seeing the shattered Xiantai being carried away by several elders of the Refining Peak, the disciples watching the game were terrified. What a terrifying power this is. They are also inner disciples. The first peak randomly pulls out an ordinary disciple, who has the strength of a human being, and the gap between them is ridiculously large!

Wu Feng returned to the competition booth and looked at the old men carrying the battle platform away. Judging from their aura, they were all the late-stage human immortal strength. Surprisingly, the refining level should be at the grandmaster level. Refining ordinary treasures is not a problem, and although the Xiantai was severely damaged, the core formation was not severely damaged. It is not difficult to repair it with a few treasure-level grandmasters.

As he was thinking, Fang Xueer next to him asked worriedly: "Little Junior Brother, are you injured? Do you want to wait until the afternoon to fight again?"

Wu Feng smiled. Ever since he unleashed his strength in the fairyland, Taoist Longhu, Lao Sun, and Liu Ye and others all held a faint awe of him, only this little girl still foolishly shouted My little brother.

Rubbing her hair, Wu Feng said with a smile: "It's okay, the battle has just begun."

Fang Xueer's cheeks flushed, she broke away from his palm, and said reproachfully: "You are also like Master and the others, you have begun to treat me like a child, and you are not allowed to touch my head in the future!"

"Haha..." Wu Feng, Taoist Longhu and others all laughed.

In the competition seats of the Water Spirit Peak, the atmosphere was silent.

Everyone sat on the chairs casually, playing with their own affairs, or flipping through the ancient scrolls, or playing with the little flying sword, or yawning with the back of their heads in the sky in boredom, while Li Qing, who stepped down, sat on the chair and said a word Not sent.

The young man who had called out to play before saw the laughter in the competition seats at the Body Refining Peak. He curled his lips and said, "It's just a win, so what's the point, you bumpkin!"

"Don't worry." Li Meng said calmly, "They won't be happy for long."

"Brother Li Meng, you have to teach him a good lesson and avenge Senior Brother Li Qing." The young man encouraged him with a punch.

Li Qing, who had been silent all this time, glanced at him, and said coldly: "Who told you that I need others to avenge my revenge?"

The young man grinned and said, "Anyway, you can't win. If there is a chance, I can report it for you..."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw Li Qing's expression was cold, and his eyes were staring at him like cold electricity. An invisible aura emerged like a phantom, and it turned into a huge cloud behind Li Qing. Silver sword, beheaded!

The boy was trembling all over, his body was so stiff that he couldn't move. The giant sword was just an illusion brought about by his momentum, but that alone gave him a biting fear.

Li Meng glanced at the young man and said with a faint smile, "Xiaoling, although Xiaoqing is only ranked fifth among us, one finger should be enough to deal with you. Ecstasy, but still too tender."

The young man's heart trembled. If he didn't believe it before, he believed it now.

Li Qing withdrew his indifferent gaze, lowered his head and continued to meditate.

Only then did the young man feel that his body could move, and immediately realized that his back was drenched with sweat, and his heart throbbed. Could this be Li Qing's strength? Wouldn't it be more terrifying to say that the boy who could defeat him in physical training?

He secretly sighed, but luckily he didn't appear on the stage, otherwise he would have knelt down miserably.

As time passed, an hour passed quickly, and when a black spot appeared in the distant sky, the anxious disciples waiting in the square erupted into cheers.

The black spot is gradually expanding, and it is a huge battle platform!

Wu Feng glanced at it casually, and was surprised to find that the Xiantai had been reinforced, and it was infinitely close to the level of a semi-divine weapon. I didn't expect that the Xiyue Sect would have such a master at refining weapons, and it was worthy of being a great sect!

Roar!Roar!Roar!

The audience was boiling, and screams resounded through the world!

The second battle is finally about to begin!

This time, who will be sent to the Water Spirit Summit?

Is it the fourth-ranked Grand Immortal Shuai Bu Feiyun, the third-ranked Little Immortal Zhou Tianjing, or... the second-ranked Mysterious Immortal Li Meng?

Countless pairs of eyes fell on the competition seats at Shui Ling Peak, and when they saw a burly figure standing up, the square erupted in wild shouts like an explosion!

Li Meng! !

The second one to appear was actually Xuantian Li Meng!

Oh my god, everyone is looking at Master Shui Ling like a lunatic. It's only the second round, and you sent out this monster. Are you trying to kill everything?

Standing on the reinforced Xiantai, Wu Feng saw No. 2's burly and strong man at a glance. The latter's aura was restrained and deep. With his spiritual strength, he couldn't even peek into it, like an abyss that was immeasurable.

Wu Feng looked solemn, this battle was by no means as easy as Li Qing's, this person can be said to be the strongest he has met so far, in front of this person, Qian Lun probably won't be able to hold out in one round before being killed!

Just as he was about to look away, the corners of his eyes froze suddenly, and he saw a graceful figure sitting on an empty chair next to this burly man, his water-blue clothes glistening with precious light, like ice and snow. His skin was as thick as fat, especially that face, whose beauty was comparable to Qianlun's. It was so beautiful that it was a disaster for the country and the people, but his expression was too cold, like a sculpture, without any emotion.

The latter seemed to sense something and looked up.

Wu Feng's body trembled, feeling like being shocked by electricity. What kind of eyes are these?

Calm, indifferent, without any emotion, but the clear eyes seem to contain the sea, people can't help but want to fall into it, the most important thing is, just one glance, Wu Feng has a feeling of fleeing quickly, and the hairs suddenly rise , like a frightened wild cat.

terror!

This woman is definitely a living monster!

Even if he provokes a real god, Wu Feng is unwilling to face this woman.

At this time, he suddenly regretted a little, didn't he just want a herb to repair the dantian, as for being so difficult, to fight against people of this level, cheating your grandma's father!

There is no doubt that this woman is the finale disciple of Shui Ling Peak, Fairy Shuiyue!

At this time, Shuiyue's eyes moved away again, and there was no expression on her indifferent face, as if there was nothing worthy of her attention.

"Boy, you will die in a trance." A voice with a faint smile sounded, the words were so rude, but the voice was very gentle, and it sounded very weird.

Only then did Wu Feng see that the burly man had already stepped onto the stage.

"Boy, I hope you can make me excited, otherwise, I will kill you." The burly man smiled.

Wu Feng frowned, and said indifferently: "To each other."

"Haha!" Li Meng laughed out loud. It was so funny. Although he was ranked second, he was actually a senior brother. The only monster above him was Shuiyue, and he didn't want to provoke him, and he couldn't afford to provoke him. terror exists.

But the disciples under him, whether it was Li Qing or Bu Feiyun, were far from his opponents, and sometimes they were really boring.

Only those who have reached his level will understand that sometimes it is not pretending to be lonely, but it is really too boring.