The strongest warrior in the city

Chapter 660 665 The Final Competition! 3 more

"Nine people!"

"Come from the Northern Wilderness."

Feng Cangdong memorized the two important messages given by the old monk, and immediately went back to the residence, informed the other two elders, looking for the news that the nine people appeared at the same time.

If it is an ordinary time, it is not difficult to inquire about this kind of news. It is not too many for nine people to appear together.

However, tomorrow is the day of the final martial arts competition. Those who win the places come from all over the world, not alone, but basically accompanied by their own sects. This leads them to want to find the old man accurately. The nine people mentioned by the monk were not easy.

But the goal has already been set, and the final decision must be determined from tomorrow's final martial arts competition. Since the opponent has come to Fangcun Mountain, it must be because of the final martial arts competition, and he will reveal his identity at that time.

In that way, they can be sure who is related to the death of Patriarch Fenglei.

After Feng Cangdong left the main hall and descended Fangcun Mountain, the old monk in the main hall suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became much weaker.

"Master."

The young monk who was serving at the side was terrified and hurriedly supported the old monk's body.

"Master, how are you doing?"

The old monk shook his head: "This time, the divination gave me a glimpse of the secret, and backlash is inevitable."

"But Master has never been so serious in divination in the past, and even spit out blood, which has already hurt your original source." The little monk worried.

The old monk smiled bitterly: "This time is different from the past, the person I want to find this time is extraordinary."

After saying this, the old monk thought back to the half-hell, half-heaven scene just now, which seemed to be related to that person.

"Who the hell are you?" The old monk murmured, but he couldn't see the face of that person in the picture he saw. He was very curious about who could turn the whole Southern Wilderness into hell and into heaven.

As far as he knew of existence, no one could do this.

Or is that person a newly born strong man?
"Then I'll do another divination to see who you really are." The old monk made up his mind and prepared to divination again, so he asked the young monk to bring the Zen stick in front of him again.

The Zen stick tapped the ground, and the old monk muttered words, and the golden light floated out again along the copper ring on the Zen stick, gradually forming a picture in front of his eyes.

A figure gradually became clear, and gradually, the face of this figure began to appear. Just as the outline of the face was formed, there was a bang, and the picture suddenly shattered.

At the same time, the old monk spat out a mouthful of blood again, and not just one mouthful, but three consecutive mouthfuls, which meant that at least three mouthfuls of blood were consumed in this divination.

"Master!" Seeing this scene, the little monk was so worried that he almost cried.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's just a little bit!" The old monk's aura became even more sluggish, and the continuous consumption of essence and blood was equivalent to three serious injuries.

He was only a little bit close to getting a glimpse of that person's face, but he still failed in the end.

"Bu Gua, this person has ruined my three mouthfuls of blood. This final competition is really exciting. I don't know if this person will show up."

At the foot of Fangcun Mountain, Ding Ning was sitting cross-legged practicing. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked up to the window. Just now, he had the feeling that something was peeping at him, but that feeling disappeared in an instant.

"Who is looking for me?" Ding Ning frowned.

"Could it be someone from Fenglei Pavilion?"

However, according to Ding Ning's guess, even if the other party tried to find him, they couldn't find him. Otherwise, the feeling just now would not appear for a moment and then disappear immediately.

"Use your own blood to peek at the secrets of heaven and look for my tracks. You must be feeling very uncomfortable right now." Ding Ning smiled lightly and didn't care. After talking to himself, he closed his eyes again.

He is not afraid that others will find him with the method of peeking at the secrets of heaven. He is a fellow practitioner of both righteousness and demons. Unless he is a super existence, ordinary people will definitely be seriously injured by backlash if they use this method.

The night before the final martial arts competition, invisible fluctuations were hidden under the silence.

The next day.

Finally, the martial arts competition began, and geniuses from various big cities from the southern wasteland climbed Fangcun Mountain one after another.

Fangcun Mountain was full of people early on.

Fortunately, Fangcun Mountain is big enough and has an extremely flat place that can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Here, you can see the figures of various sects in the southern wasteland. The martial arts competition is the biggest event in the southern wasteland. Even those who have not won the martial arts competition quota are not willing to miss it. You must come here to watch the battle in person.

Fangcun Mountain is crowded with people. To put it bluntly, all the geniuses of the Southern Wilderness are here.

Such a grand event will naturally not lack the presence of strong people.

In particular, the strongest person determined in the final martial arts competition can worship under the door of the strong person in the out-of-body state. This is the most attractive thing for many young monks.

Of course, if a disciple of a sect who has a strong Leaving Aperture Realm wins the first place in the martial arts competition, he will not be worshiped by other Leaving Aperture Realm sects, only those sects that have no strong Leaving Aperture Realm, or are casual Only monks can become apprentices.

Ding Ning and his group came here not too early or too late. Standing in one place, Xu Ji was educating Baihua Fairy and the others about the many powerful competitors and giving them some psychological preparation.

The few of them stood on the edge, unobtrusive. After all, they were not big sects, and they received very little attention. Most of the attention basically fell on those disciples of sects who had strong people in the Aperture Realm.

Only the forces with out-of-the-body realms like Wanshou Mountain, Xianrenju, Wuji Palace, and Lingjue Temple are the most eye-catching. The sect disciples from these forces are very eye-catching.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing today is the Fenglei Pavilion.

Because of the fall of Fenglei Patriarch, this one of the strongest forces standing on the land of the Southern Desolation has fallen from the altar. If there is a new out-of-body-level powerhouse, that's all. If not, Fenglei Pavilion will definitely fall.

The three elders Feng Cangdong, Feng Cangxi, and Feng Cangnan brought the disciples of the Fenglei Sect into the crowd. The disciples who had won the martial arts contest all had expressionless faces at this moment, seemingly calm about things, but in fact, they I hated the person who killed Fenglei Patriarch from the bottom of my heart. If Patriarch Fenglei hadn't been killed, how could they have become the focus of discussion among the surrounding people.

Fortunately, these commentators are more or less afraid of Fenglei Pavilion. Although Fenglei Patriarch is dead, there is a saying that a thin camel is bigger than a horse. , Fenglei Pavilion doesn't have some backers left by Fenglei Patriarch.

This makes many forces still taboo.

The three elders sent a voice transmission to the geniuses of Fenglei Pavilion, telling them to keep calm and not be influenced by the outside world, while they looked around at the many sect forces that they detected nine people appearing together.

(End of this chapter)