King of Gods

"Yueyue, we will meet each other in the past. This hatred, I will report for you"

Xu Zixuan is one of the four new stars in the league. Every move, every word and deed, has received much attention.

As soon as this statement was made, the representative disciple of the 3rd branch was not gloating.

"Ha ha is really karma"

"The kid is unscrupulous, and the people in the court are bullying the valley fairy. Even Xu Zixuan, who is so gentle and gentle, has been offended by him."

Everyone is very happy, and the crown is celebrated, as if Zhao Feng has been sent to the fire.

The prestige of the four new stars of the league has reached an insurmountable height among the new generation.

No one thinks that Zhao Feng can be lucky in front of Xu Zixuan.

"Well, there is a brother."

After all, Gu Youyue did not reject Xu Zixuan’s kindness, and his resentful eyes were recovered from Zhao Feng.

No matter how she is solitary, she is so unwilling to let go of this hatred in the face of such ugly feelings that people are being beaten and almost disfigured.

Among the many representative disciples, like the eyes of the dead, Lin Fan, next to Zhao Feng, was a little uneasy.

"Zhao Shidi, the situation seems to be wrong..."

Lin Fan slightly took the bitter road.

He and Zhao Feng stood together, apparently being hated together.

There is no doubt that those people will definitely slap their hands when they will discuss each other.

"With your strength, the 3rd, the person who can win you, a slap can count. It is really defeated, you decisively admit defeat. And I believe that no one will dare to do this soon."

Zhao Feng also knows that Lin Fan was implicated by himself.

However, Lin Fan’s strength, he also knows that the two often learn from each other.

Big words

The people nearby, heard the conversation between the two, and smiled coldly.

Lin Fan lowered his voice and said: "So beautiful women, how do you get your hands."

"It’s just a minor injury. It’s the same as other opponents. The result is the same. It’s the same. And, I really didn’t mean it...”

Zhao Feng’s last sentence is somewhat unconvincing.

"Is it the same?"

Lin Fan shook his head and said it was simple, but there are several people who can do it.

But he did not know, under the gaze of Zhao Feng's left eye, the beauty is good, the ugly woman is also good, after being penetrated, it is also a pile of flesh and blood.

Therefore, Zhao Feng was minimized by the influence of beauty.

Part 3.

The game is still going on.

After a while, Lin Fan played, his opponent, is a yellow-clothed teenager who took off the five-days.

"You kid and the one-eyed dragon, this battle, I will make you very painful."

The teenager in yellow clothes laughed.

Lin Fan said nothing, cold and arrogant knife light, such as the same hanging ice waterfall, instantly split the true layer of the yellow coat boy.

On the repair, Lin Fan reached the limit of the four heavens, the actual combat power, in the Xiaoyue Zong can be ranked in the top five.

After two or three moves, the Huang Yi teenager was defeated.

In the first round of comparison, Zhao Feng and Lin Fan both showed strong strength, and those who wanted to "fall down the stone" were jealous.

Next.

The second round of the test is still going on.

Xu Zixuan, one of the four new stars in the league, once again debuted.

This time, Xu Zixuan’s opponent is a young man from the Sixth Heaven, from the number one Yun Jianzong, with good strength.

锵

Behind Xu Zixuan, a golden sword flying sword was flying out, and the speed and power of the explosion broke out.

The disciple of Yun Jianzong, who is good at strength, is good at kendo, and instantly bursts out a dense blue-eyed sword.

叮嗤

The edge of the golden flying sword is sharp, dazzling and dazzling, and the opponent is sharp and sharp.

"I surrender."

Yun Jianzong, a Kendo disciple, directly admit defeat, and he has a blood mark on his cheek.

On strength.

The Jiandao youth of Yun Jianzong, at least the strength of the shoulders, is so defeated.

Not much time.

Zhao Feng debuted for the second time.

A light blue hair, sharp and indifferent one-eyed, juvenile figure, suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

And this time.

Zhao Feng’s opponent is still strong. It is a national youth with a black robe and a dark face on the back.

The black robe youth, the eyes are dark and deep, indifferent and indifferent.

He stood in the same place, his hands and his back, an invisible and strange atmosphere, spread out.

"The ancient temple is a true disciple"

"Tan Lin, the ancient prince is the third true."

Many people, take a breath of air.

On the 3rd, it is really strong like a cloud, in addition to Xu Zixuan, as well as Tan Lin and Gu Youyue, these strongest near the first ladder.

Historically, the number of disciples who came to the Union Hall in the ancient cloisters was extremely small.

This year, only five are coming, it is likely that all the new generation disciples of the ancient hall.

The inheritance of the ancient princes is too harsh and destined to take the elite route.

According to past practice, the disciples of the ancient princes can basically enter the top 20 of the event. There must be one in the top three.

"Oh, this Zhao Feng's luck is not a normal difference."

There was a voice of gloating in the audience.

Lian Linfan has to admit this.

First is a valley, and now there is another Tan Lin.

You must know that the game is continuous. If you are not lucky, you will be in a state of falling.

Xu Zixuan and Gu Youyue are paying attention to this battle.

Even some other people in the market have looked at this side.

The reasons for concern are mainly due to two points.

First, Zhao Feng in the previous one, bullying beauty, in the hearts of everyone, left a bad and cruel impression.

Second, the disciples of the ancient princes are so powerful and unpredictable that they are highly concerned.

Therefore.

At this moment, the comparison between Zhao Feng and Tan Lin became the focus of the audience.

"Oh... kid, see me, don't admit defeat."

Tan Lin's black robe is windless and automatic, and in the dark eyes, there is a hint of blue light.

Invisible spiritual fluctuations are shrouded in an area.

Zhao Feng and Tan Lin, far away, did not move.

According to the previous situation, the opponents who confronted Tan Lin will stun silently after a second or two.

In Zhao Feng’s senses, he only felt an invisible big hand, and he squeezed his body.

At the same time, the voice that confuses the soul sounds in my mind.

Hypnotic illusion attack.

Zhao Feng quickly figured out the other's routine.

However, the other party's mysterious technique is worse than the one that was encountered on the day, and there is more than one grade.

One breath... two breaths... time is slowly passing.

Until three breaths.

Zhao Feng is still standing in the same place, smirking.

How can this be

Tan Lin oozes cold sweat on his forehead, his face is dignified, his eyes flashing, and a grayish-colored flame shines in his face, and his eyes are blue and more intense.

The spiritual fluctuations in the void are becoming more intense, and even the strength of the heavens and the earth is slightly inciting.

Obviously.

Tan Lin has exerted his full strength, and everyone in the audience, his heart is inexplicably trembling, and he is cold and uneasy.

"Good and powerful mystery."

The subordinates represent the disciples, and they can not help but be shocked by some aftermath attacks.

A few people, showing fear, or showing a lack of face.

In the face of fine mystery, even Xu Zixuan and Gu Youyue are moving.

The mysterious technique of the ancient princes is unpredictable and preventive. Most sectarian disciples lack resistance.

however.

Time passes by one minute.

After a dozen or so interest, Tan Lin sweated, but it did not affect Zhao Feng.

Many of the spectators on the scene were shocked.

Even the high-rises of the ancient princes on the side of the battle seat were dignified.

One of the four new stars in the league, "Lin Tong", like the eyes of the abyss nightmare, flashed a glimmer of color: "Is there any secret treasure in this person, which has strong resistance to mystery?"

"It seems that you are already poor."

Zhao Feng seems to laugh and laugh.

Under the strange and powerful mystery, only he can be so relaxed and comfortable.

"The kid is going to be crazy with the secret treasure, against the mysterious technique, what is great."

Tan Lin gave up the mysterious technique, and the palms were interlaced, condensing a layer of gray light, and the cold air rose.

As the second-ranking inheritance, the ancient prince is definitely not only good at fine mystery, but it can't be ranked second in thirteen, standing for countless years.

"Your Majesty."

Zhao Feng shouted, and there was a thunderous explosion in the void, invisible spiritual sound waves, and instantly covered Tan Lin.

Wow

Tan Lin’s seven bleeds bleed, “plopping” and slamming on the ground.

At the moment of Zhao Feng’s drinking, everyone in the audience was shaking, and the blood was tumbling.

Immediately, the audience was at a loss.

"What is this attack?"

"How does it seem to be a mental attack?"

There was a lot of discussion in the field, and everyone was frightened and looked at Zhao Feng incredulously.

Seeing Zhao Feng shouting loudly, forcing Tan Lin to be injured.

At the moment when Tan Lin fell to the ground, the number of Lin Lintong, the eyes of Li Mang flashed, the black robe flew, the invisible chilly atmosphere, let the whole station, as if into the **** of the world, everyone shuddered.

"So powerful power... you are..."

Tan Lin’s voice was difficult and his body was weak.

"Zhao Fengsheng"

The referee responded and announced that Zhao Feng won.

"The mysterious technique of the kid will also be mysterious, stronger than the disciples of the ancient temple."

"Look, even Lin Tong has produced war and kills for this kid."

This battle, sensational four sub-fields.

Zhao Feng stepped down from the stage, still indifferent, dark blue hair, dancing with the wind, the evil spirits are different, the unfathomable power, deep into the soul.

Part 3.

Looking at Zhao Feng's approaching figure, the representatives of the disciples, showing their fears, have deep jealousy in their hearts.

Gu Youyue couldn't help but take a deep breath and look awkward. She never imagined that this enemy, her own powerful, is even more unpredictable.

From this moment on, the name of Zhao Feng reverberated at the grand event.

At the event, the first **** horse, strong on the stage of history, its strength, included in the first ladder level.

"This level of mystery is far from enough to look at the new stars. It is a lot less than Lintong's 'days,' and there are several levels. At the same time, studying the mystery and the mines is destined to be very difficult. High achievement."

Xu Zi Xuan slightly regrets.

The four new stars of the Alliance stand at an unbelievable level and their knowledge is far-reaching.

He couldn't see Zhao Feng. Before that, he might have a hint of suspense and surprise. Now he finds that the other party is still immersed in mysterious techniques, and his interest is lacking.

Xu Zixuan also remembers the careful teaching of the Master: Specialization is the best shortcut to embark on the peak of skill.

The first rainy month of the new star of the alliance is such a representative. One person and one sword, the peak of the peak, the control of your thousands of changes, the mysterious technique, the physical body of the body is also good, all the swords are annihilated.

Of course, in the general sense, this principle is basically the iron of the world.