King of Gods

Bang!

The loud noise shocked the many young talents in Tianweiying.

Some teenagers who are in retreat are awakened and look at that direction.

"Who are the two teenagers? One shot took Rayzo away."

"Don't they understand the rules of the Tianwei camp and dare to destroy the wooden house building here?"

A group of teenagers looked at each other and was shocked.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei, who are currently studying, have also been alarmed by this momentum.

I saw that the wooden house that originally belonged to Rezo collapsed and fell apart.

Rezo himself, covered in dusty wood, screamed and threw himself out of the dust.

"You two, dare to destroy my house, not afraid of the punishment of Tianwei Camp!"

Lei Zuo wiped the blood of the corner of his mouth, and the palm of his hand condensed the violent martial arts inside, and the airflow hunted.

"We are not members of the Tianwei camp."

The young man licked his mouth and said that he didn’t care about his high hang.

The old-fashioned teenager who started as a leader did not say a word.

“The wind is breaking!”

Lei Zuo was angry and burned. The inner strength of the martial arts in the palm of the hand condensed and broke out again, forming a sharp wind that was rolled and torn. The roaring rushed to two uninvited guests.

This move has already been a slap in the martial arts. It is enough to kill several warriors at a time.

"let me do it!"

The young boy smiled lightly, surrounded by a layer of white air waves, with one hand and one spin, and a strange and invisible palm impact, and even the one that attracted the great power of Rezo sounded without a trace.

"what!"

Rezo feels that the body is leaning forward without control, looks horrified, slams the inner strength of the martial arts, casts light martial arts, and empties backwards.

"Oh, come down!"

The young boy swayed with one hand and another, and Rezo felt that there was an invisible whirlpool under his feet, dragging his body down.

thump!

Rezo's body was planted and was swept a few meters away by a young boy.

"Oh, it seems that Tianwei Camp has nothing to do with the genius."

The young boy shook his head.

"I said it earlier."

The old-fashioned boy is concise. The meaning of the words, I said that it is unnecessary, you have to pull me...

The youngster suddenly paused.

A battle ended in an instant.

hiss!

The young geniuses in the Tianwei camp were frightened and sucked up one by one.

Rezo, who ranked second in the ten-day defense, lost so much resistance.

"The martial arts that he just showed more than the top martial arts. Is it..."

Zhao Feng was slightly surprised.

He determined that the martial arts that the youngsters had just defeated Rezo, at least half of the holy grade!

"Who said that I have no one in the Tianwei camp?"

An indifferent and clear voice, coming out from a wooden house next to it.

Hey!

Junmei’s silver-haired juvenile figure appeared near the dust.

"Wind and moon!"

The teenagers in Tianweiying have shown their joy.

Feng Yuyue ranked first in the ten-day Wei, and was promoted to the martial arts seven times earlier. The strength is much stronger than that of Rezzo.

After being promoted to the seventh place by Rezo, he had a battle with the wind and the moon, and the result lost to ten strokes.

"Well? There seems to be a decent genius."

The youngsters smiled and looked at the wind.

The wind and the moon stand in the same place, and the whole body is flooded with a layer of silver illusion, and the silver hair is dancing.

Hey!

The two teenagers were staggered in an instant, accompanied by a burst of sound, and the waves rolled over and left a scratch on the ground.

"Day magic!"

The wind and the moon show the sacred martial arts, and the body is like a phantom moon, overlapping, and the speed is also extremely high.

"Wind vortex!

The young boy is standing still, his hands are merged, and the whole body forms a circle of white and ups and downs, like the ripples in the water, the center is getting deeper and deeper.

what!

The windy month only feels a glimpse of the body and is pulled by an invisible force.

"What is this practice? My sacred remnant has almost no power to fight back."

The shackles of the moon have failed, and they have to be forced to fight with each other.

Hey!

The juvenile's hands are swept, and the surrounding winds and whistles tremble. The white air waves are rushed to form a circle of light, and the endless stream of winds and shackles.

"Fantasy Moon!"

The wind and the moon stunned, the silver phosgene between the arms, the chilling of the pan, turned into a phantom-like blade, and the young boy.

The two forces continued for a moment, and the surrounding winds and winds rolled over.

In the end, the young martial arts enthusiasm is deep, and the semi-sacred martial arts of the windy moon is annihilated.

Teng Hao!

The wind flies out of the body and flies out seven or eight meters. The clothes are ruptured in a few places, and his face is slightly pale: "even half of the martial arts is not an opponent. Is it true that he cultivates the true martial arts..."

"Not bad, I actually insisted on a 20 strokes in my hand."

The young boy smiled and showed a look of appreciation.

At this moment, the breath on his body was fully exposed, and the invisible gas field was oppressed, making it difficult for Rezo and the wind to breathe.

"The martial arts are eight..."

Rezo suddenly lost his voice.

The young man’s cultivation was to force all the young talents of Tianweiying, and even the wind and the moon were surpassed.

"The martial arts are eight...and there is an eight-point peak."

Zhao Feng’s left eye was swept away and he was shocked.

Another old-fashioned teenager, repaired to be more terrible, reached the peak of eight.

It is hard to imagine that there are such geniuses in the world. The age of fifteen or sixteen years old is cultivated to be close to the culmination of the martial arts.

After all, in the eyes of many people, the martial art is a peak, and the holy world is just a legend.

"What are you guys!"

The windy eyes condensed and looked alert.

"My name is Nangongfan, this is my younger brother...Northern ink."

The young boy introduced.

Nangongfan? North ink?

In the field of teenagers, a little bit worried, said that they have not heard of.

However, such a powerful genius, who is in the Guangling House, how could they not know?

"Nan Gong Shidi, North Division, how come you are free?"

There was a voice in the attic in the middle of the wasteland.

Still not waiting for everyone to react, a young man is like a ghost, appearing on the field out of thin air.

Mu Nai Youth, is also the head of the three guards, Tian Weiying.

"I have seen my brother."

Nangongfan and Beimo have been saluting.

Brother? The three guards are actually the brothers of these two people?

Lei Zuo and others, straightfolded their eyes, swallowed their stomachs when they asked questions.

"To introduce you, these two are disciples of Hirose."

The young man of the woods said to the teenagers in the Tianwei camp.

"Apprentice of Hiroki Hou?"

In the genius of the genius, the heart burst into the waves, with respect, envy, jealousy and other looks, looking at these two uninvited guests.

"It’s no wonder that it’s so powerful. It turned out to be the apprentice of Hirose."

A lot of geniuses have relieved.

"I heard that the teacher must go out after half a month, and may choose to choose a disciple in Tianwei Camp. We will come to observe one or two."

Nan Gongfan laughed.

The old-fashioned boy next to him, also known as Bei Mo, is a look of lack of interest.

"Northern Normal University, I have one or two good geniuses in this Tianwei camp. One of them may be better than you in terms of what you are good at."

Three guards mysterious smile.

As soon as this statement came out, Nangong Fan and Bei Mo immediately showed their interest.

"Who?"

Beimo’s eyes turned and he glanced at the geniuses on the wasteland.

In the eyes of the two, the only genius in the Tianwei camp is just the wind and the moon.

"Zhao Feng."

Muna’s young man’s mouth was slightly smiling, and his eyes moved to Zhao Feng, not far away.

"Is there something for the three guards to find me?"

Zhao Feng is a little weird and walks in front of a few people.

he?

Nan Gongfan and Bei Mo, staring at him in a brush.

At the same time, he was stared at by a genius of martial arts and eight peaks. Zhao Feng was also deeply pressured.

"Northern Normal University, your talent is very good, especially the memory is amazing, it is unforgettable, even the Master respects. However, compared with Zhao Feng, you may not be as good."

The three guards are indifferent.

"Oh, is this really true?"

Nangongfan is also excited.

These two people seem to be bent on attacking their northern teacher.

Yes, the talent of Beimo’s younger brother is really abnormal, almost reaching the point where the two are envious.

On the aspects of talent, savvy and so on, Bei Mo is far better than the two of them.

Now the Mu Nei youth finally finds out that in terms of memory, he can surpass Bei Mo, and he is also from the Tianwei Camp he is responsible for. Naturally, he will not miss this opportunity.

"I do not believe."

Bei Mo said a few words.

"Do you know how to compare?"

Nan Gongfan can't wait, even though he doesn't believe it.

Soon, several people entered the pavilion in the middle of the wasteland.

The Muna youth did not say anything. He took out a martial art secret and photographed it on the table: "This is a semi-sacred martial art, "Smoke without a step."

Semi-sacred martial arts?

Zhao Feng’s eyes lit up.

"You two, you should have never learned this martial arts."

His eyes swept Zhao Feng and Bei Mo.

"No!"

Both North and Zhao Feng shook their heads.

"The rules are like this, the two of you remember the contents of this martial arts as fast as possible."

Muna Youth Road.

"I will come first."

Bei Mo took a book and flipped it page by page.

In this process, he concentrated on the gods, and the whole person seemed to turn into a stone sculpture, and his eyes were deep and deep.

After about half a cup of tea, Bei Mo looked at the contents of the complete book and said: "You can order any page or line of content at will."

"let me do it."

Nangongfan snatched the semi-sacred martial arts of "Smoke Wave without Steps", and randomly pointed to several places, and the northern inks were all backed up, and the words were not leaking.

These performances made Zhao Feng slightly surprised.

Since joining the left eye, he has seen the genius that he has never forgotten for the first time, which is stronger than he expected.

"Zhao Feng, it's your turn."

The wooden youth smiled.

Zhao Feng nodded, took the cheats of "Smoke Wave No Shadow", condensed his left eye, and quickly flipped the book.

Hey! Hey! Oh...

After about a few dozens of interest, Zhao Feng returned the cheats to the young man, and replied: "Yes."

So fast?

Both North and South Palace sails were somewhat surprised and questioned.

The two took turns to order the contents of several places in the cheats, and Zhao Feng was able to read the words without a word.

"It's too strong, his memory is really beyond the North Division."

Nangongfan is very excited, as if he can strike the younger brother of Beimo, it is a big happy event.

"I do not believe!"

Beimo’s gaze is a faint glimpse of the young man and Zhao Feng, apparently suspecting that the two partners are deceiving themselves.

Zhao Feng does not care, anyway, he has already got a half-sacred martial arts footwork, and he will not lose.

"How do you want to prove?" Mu Nei asked.

Snapped!

Bei Mo took out a martial art cheat from his body and said indifferently: "Semi-sacred martial arts, "Give the temperament!"