Gao Wu: I am invincible now that I have connected to the Immortal Gate.

Three days later, Qi Feng returned to the Fourth Wuda of Zhongshenzhou. Although Qi Feng was very low-key this time, some people still saw him and took photos and uploaded them to the campus forum. Vice President's Office. Gao Baoguo sat opposite a dignified middle-aged man. "Qi Feng is back." The middle-aged man picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, and also poured a cup for Gao Baoguo. "I know." Gao Baoguo nodded. The middle-aged man said meaningfully, "He didn't go to Beizhou, did you know?" Gao Baoguo didn't say anything, but silently picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. The middle-aged man continued, "He took two missions this time, one double S and one triple S."

"The double S mission is closer to Zhongshenzhou and more urgent, and Pojun is in Beizhou."

Gao Baoguo slowly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man with deep eyes, "What do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Gao Baoguo.

"I prefer to believe that he deliberately avoided Pojun and avoided the second choice given by the Martial Saint, which is the real test of the Martial Saint disciple!"

After the words fell, the middle-aged man smiled coldly, "But this is not wrong, it is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid danger."

Gao Baoguo said lightly with a blank expression, "It is too early to draw a conclusion now. There is still some time before the National College Students Martial Arts Conference."

The middle-aged man slowly drank the tea in the cup and sighed softly.

"It's only a few days away."

"If Qi Feng hasn't taken action before the National College Students' Martial Arts Conference begins, then the result will be out, and the test will fail!"

"Master Wusheng doesn't have the habit of giving people a second chance, and he doesn't like to wait too long!"

Gao Baoguo didn't say anything, just drank tea with a deep look in his eyes.

...

The Fourth Martial Arts University Canteen in Zhongshenzhou.

It was lunch time, and the canteen was quite lively.

A tall man with a bloody sword suddenly walked in.

"It's Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang is back!"

"I heard that he went out for a double S mission this time, but I didn't expect him to come back so soon!"

"With this murderous aura, his strength must have improved again..."

Many people recognized the identity of the person and talked in a low voice.

In the huge canteen, because of Chen Xiang's appearance, the number of people talking more than doubled.

"Chen Xiang is back."

The slender girl with a ponytail retracted her gaze and looked at the handsome young man sitting opposite her for dinner.

"It looks like he's coming back for the National College Students Martial Arts Conference."

"This opportunity to compete with young martial arts masters from all over the country only comes once every two years. How could a warmonger like Chen Xiang miss it!"

The handsome young man responded casually while eating without raising his head.

"All the top ten students on the list will go. I wonder how it will go this time."

After the girl finished speaking, she sighed, "We, the fourth martial arts university in China, should not be at the bottom again."

The handsome young man looked up in surprise, "Bottom? What are you talking about?"

"With the Demon King Qi Feng in this martial arts conference, we can even challenge for first place, why are we still at the bottom?!"

The girl shook her head, "Qi Feng may not participate."

"Why?"

The handsome young man was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"The Fourth Martial Arts University finally produced a once-in-a-century Qi Feng, so why would they not let him participate? Are the school leaders crazy?!"

The girl snorted coldly, "Lin Budong, I warn you to be polite!"

The handsome young man smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot your father is the vice president."

The girl snorted, "I heard from my father that the test of the Martial Saint Long Aotian for Qi Feng is that he cannot participate in the National College Students Martial Arts Conference."

"Once Qi Feng participates, the test will be considered a failure!"

"What kind of test is this?"

Lin Budong was very confused, "Deliberately suppressing Qi Feng's edge? There is no need to do this, right?!"

"How can we guess the mind of the Martial Saint? Since he did this, he must have his own deep meaning."

Lin Budong sighed, with a look of regret, "That's a pity!"

At the same time, Qi Feng just received an email from the school.

The email notified him to gather at the school gate at 8 o'clock in the morning three days later to participate in the National College Students Martial Arts Conference.

If he was late and didn't go, it would be considered as giving up the qualification to participate in this conference.

Qi Feng stood up and walked to the window of the room.

Through the glass, he could clearly see several sneaky figures lingering outside his dormitory courtyard.

These people had been

These people appeared, they were from the student union.

It was estimated that they were sent by the school. Rather than monitoring him, it was more like seeing whether he would go out.

To carry out a certain mission, to kill someone.

"Long Aotian Wusheng, you don't want me to go, right?"

Qi Feng murmured to himself, with a cold light gradually flashing in his eyes.

"But the path that I, Qi Feng, want to take cannot be controlled by others!"

"The Fourth Martial Arts University of Zhong Shenzhou is not okay, and neither is you, Long Aotian!"

On the computer desktop behind Qi Feng, all the information about Potian Martial Arts Hall, Potian Pojun father and son, and Potian Wusheng was densely listed.

...

Three days later, at the gate of the Fourth Martial Arts University of Zhong Shenzhou.

A bus was parked, and many new and old students of the Fourth Martial Arts University of Zhong Shenzhou gathered around it.

Lin Budong and other top ten masters on the Fengyun Ranking stood in front of the car, seemingly waiting for something.

The National College Students' Martial Arts Conference is about to be held, and today is the day to set off.

Vice President Gao Baoguo will personally lead the team.

Everyone was quite excited, because everyone knew very well what kind of earth-shaking figure had emerged from their Zhong Shenzhou Fourth Martial Arts University this year.

"The devil is going to war. In this National Martial Arts Conference, Zhong Shenzhou Fourth Martial Arts University will completely avenge its previous shame and boost its strength!"

"I really can't think of a reason to lose. I can't wait to see Qi Feng sweeping everything. It's a pity that I can't go with him and can't watch it on the spot!"

"It's okay. There will be a live broadcast. Just watch the live broadcast when the time comes!"

"By the way, why hasn't Qi Feng come yet..."

Listening to the discussions of many students around him, Lin Budong, who was standing in the crowd, smiled bitterly in his heart.

These people obviously didn't know that Qi Feng would not come at all.

Compared with the National College Students' Martial Arts Conference held every two years, the inheritance of the Martial Saint is obviously much more important. Even a fool knows how to choose.

"If it were me, I would rather not attend the meeting. I would get beaten anyway."

Lin Budong thought secretly, and at the same time glanced at the vice-president Gao Baoguo who led the team.

Gao Baoguo looked very normal, and there was no anxiety on his face.

At this moment, the scene suddenly became a commotion, followed by cheers.

Then, everyone looked somewhere.

Because there was a handsome boy with a tall figure, walking slowly.

It was Qi Feng.

Lin Budong was stunned and subconsciously looked at Gao Baoguo.

Gao Baoguo, who had just looked relaxed, looked very complicated when he saw Qi Feng appear.

This was an indescribable frustration after expectations were dashed, full of deep disappointment.

"Qi Feng!"

Gao Baoguo took a deep breath and sighed, "You have to think about it carefully. If you make a wrong step, you can't regret it!"

"The National College Students' Martial Arts Conference has just begun. It's not too late for you to make a new choice now!"

Qi Feng replied calmly, "I do things according to my heart!"

Gao Baoguo opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but finally stopped and waved his hand irritably.

"Get in the car!"

The crowd cheered immediately.

"The Fourth Wuda will win!"

"Qi Feng will win..."

The students of the Fourth Wuda University around him burst into warm cheers, cheering for the team that was about to represent the Fourth Wuda University.

Amid the excitement, Gao Baoguo seemed a little lost.