Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 512 Zuo Aolong's Confidence
"Look, Jian Fengyun is coming."

Jian Fengyun's figure slowly stepped into the trial arena, and the disciples from the Holy Court and disciples from all major forces, who were clustered around the ring, all looked sideways and cast curious glances.

"This Jian Fengyun is only at the Spirit King Realm and dared to come out to fight. He couldn't have been kicked out of his head by a donkey."

"That's right, at the Spirit King Realm, and with such a thin body, there is no bright spot except for a little white face."

"Yes, yes, no matter how strong the Spirit King Realm is, what realm can the strength reach?"

"It seems that the rumors are all false. How can the warriors of the Spirit King Realm compete with Yin Ba's arrogance?"

All of a sudden, the crowd was commotion, looking at Jian Fengyun, there was no previous expectation in their eyes, they were all disdainful and contemptuous.

There is a big difference between Jian Fengyun and the deified image they imagined with extraordinary strength and three heads and six arms.

No one would believe that this thin sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in the Spirit King Realm could compare with Yin Ba, Xuanmu Mozhen, and Long Xing, the three long-established geniuses.

"Fengyun, these people are all warriors selected from the outside world, and there are also some students from the Holy Academy. Their strength is also very good. You must be careful. If you really can't hold on, you will admit defeat. Winning or losing is a common thing in martial arts. Don't be too aggressive."

Just as Jian Fengyun stepped onto the central arena, Tianhai's sound transmission sounded in his ears.

The next moment, Jian Fengyun's footsteps paused, his body turned around slightly, looking at the extremely worried expression on the old face on the high platform, he said calmly: "Elder Tianhai, don't worry, I will definitely win."

Jian Fengyun's expression was indifferent, and his tone was calm, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

"Hahaha, want to win? Impossible!" Just hearing an arrogant voice, a figure of a young warrior suddenly appeared on the ring, looking at Jian Fengyun.

Zuo Aolong, who had an arm crippled by Jian Fengyun in the task square before, and then in order to avenge Jian Fengyun, had to let the black and white killing saints and half-sacred cultivators enter the holy courtyard, but it still failed.

"Hey, Zuo Aolong, didn't you have an arm broken by Mr. Jian in the character square before? Why did you come out with a high spirit so quickly? Did you want to come for a fight?" Behind Jian Fengyun, Mu Yunren's The figure walked out slowly and spoke.

For most warriors, it is extremely difficult to recover a severed arm, and it is not uncommon for it to take several years, but Zuo Aolong is not an ordinary warrior, as a direct descendant of the Zuo family, he has enough talents Bao let him restore his arm in a short time.Mu Yunren said this just to make fun of him.

"Mu Yun Blade!" The moment Zuo Aolong saw Mu Yun Blade, his complexion suddenly brightened, as if he had seen some unbelievable scene.

He remembers clearly that Mu Yunren was his senior brother at the beginning, because he offended his master, he was expelled from Lingqi Peak, and he was also planted with the Nine Evil Fire Poison, making his senior brother completely useless. It is not a secret in Shengyuan Road, almost everyone knows it.

And he went to visit his senior brother after that, set up a stall in the Hall of Contribution, dressed in black robes, with stubble all over his face, completely reduced to a decadent waste.

How could he be so handsome and handsome?

"Why, you're a little surprised to see me?" Mu Yunren's mouth curled up slightly, his face calm and serene.

"It's true that I'm a little surprised, but even if this Jian Fengyun has your help, it's useless. After all, he's just an abandoned student from Lingqi Peak. How strong can he be?" Zuo Aolong said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

While speaking, behind Zuo Aolong, a palace formed by the law of flames suddenly floated up, and the law of flames was burning above the shrine, and the laws circulated, exuding a faint aura of the king's realm.

Condensing the emperor's court and the spirit of the emperor.

"Lingjun Realm!" Mu Yunren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had to admit that Zuo Aolong's talent is much better than his, especially the part about the law of the fire attribute. If it weren't for this, Wanyanhuo wouldn't have give up his.

At the same time, on the high platform

Wan Yanhuo walked back with a smile on his face, and said to Han Xian'er, "Principal, I have already made arrangements for the special envoys."

Han Xian'er nodded slightly, did not say much, but looked at the arena of the competition below.

Today, she has already agreed to Jian Fengyun's conditions, as long as he solves the shortcomings of his demon lotus poison fairy body, he will use the power of the Han family to protect Qingyun domain and Jian Xue'er for him.

Although this deal has nothing to do with the competition in the ring, Jian Fengyun only gave her a way to temporarily control the Yaolian Poison Immortal Body in a hurry in the morning. Jian Fengyun has not given him the fundamental solution. If Jian Fengyun is in the ring Dabishang died accidentally, so where would she go to find a solution to the Demon Lotus Poison Immortal Physique?

Wanyan Huo's eyebrows condensed, followed Han Xian'er's gaze, and immediately saw Zuo Aolong confronting Jian Fengyun and Mu Yunren on the ring.

"Hehe, Tianhai, I didn't expect that your Pill Peak would like to accept abandoned disciples from other peaks. That's right, the waste is gathered together." Wanyanhuo said immediately.

"Wanyanhuo, what do you mean?" Tianhai's face darkened, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" The corner of Wanyanhuo's mouth smiled slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "I kicked Mu Yunren out of the house because he was too useless, but now I didn't expect to follow your pill Feng's disciple, what is it if it's not trash?"

"You" saw Wanyanhuo's mocking expression, Tianhai was so angry that he couldn't speak.

on the ring
"It's just a spiritual monarch realm, so you're so proud?" Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at Zuo Aolong and said immediately.

"Hahaha!" Zuo Aolong had a big laugh on his face, seeing Jian Fengyun's indifferent face, he nodded immediately and said: "Yes, you can pretend, but even you are still in the spirit king realm. With your strength, you will also lose today."

After Zuo Aolong's words fell, the warriors watching all around felt strange in their hearts, what trump card does he have that is so confident?
Under everyone's surprised eyes, Zuo Aolong swept his eyes to the surroundings behind him.

"Come out, clear the field for this young master!" Zuo Aolong said triumphantly, in an instant, at least 30 people stepped onto the ring at the same time, drew out their swords, surrounded Jian Fengyun and the two, and then pushed forward step by step.

The warriors watching from the audience are all stunned, is this okay?

It's a bit too shameless!
(End of this chapter)