Lord Sovereign

Not far away, Cao Wang frowned, "Junior Brother Hao, what is your disciple's origin?"

Forge Finger was also at a loss for words at this moment: "You gave me the disciple, if you don't know, how would I know?."

"Yeah..." Cao Wang didn't feel angry, and stroked his white beard: "It should be an orc tribe, it's just that I've never seen an orc tribe with such physical skills..."

Seeing that Zhou Daxia had stopped the attack, Fei Hong did not take the initiative to step forward. After Zhou Daxia reacted, she sneered. Could it be a bluff? After thinking about it, he swung his sword forward again. This time, the swordsmanship was even sharper and precise.

Fei Hong didn't dodge, Golden Dragon Palms formed again, this time every palm strike made the sound of breaking through the air, and Zhou Daxia's empty space was found to attack.

This time, Zhang Long off the court knew why Fei Hong chose to practice The Dragon Palms technique. This set of hand combat techniques matched his body, and his power could skyrocket several times. The disciples of the fellow cultivation level were really not able to pick it up.

With a loud bang, Fei Hong hit the ground with a great force, creating a big hole in the ground.

Surprised Zhou Daxia hurriedly jumped up, and stabbed forward with both swords.

Fei Hong frowned, and suddenly swung his palms upwards. With a "boom", his palms collided head-on with the pair of soft swords.

With this forceful force, Zhou Daxia only felt her hands numb, and the sword in her left hand was knocked out.

"You!" Zhou Daxia said in the midair, enraged. After landing, she pointed her toes, swung her sword, and pierced Fei Hong with the point of the sword in her hand.

Fei Hong sighed secretly, and decided to end the fight. He fisted and fisted to block the soft sword.

What he didn't expect was that the soft sword would turned into a linear shape halfway, and instantly wrapped around Fei Hong's arm.

"Huh?." Fei Hong was shocked, the soft sword's tentacles were cold, he felt a tingling pain when he moved a little bit, and blood was oozing out of his arms.

This made Fei Hong even more frightened. If Zhou Daxia tried hard at this time, his arm would be destroyed. Thinking of this, he did not advance or retreated violently. The palm that hit Zhou Daxia turned back halfway, and slammed on the soft sword's body.

With a "puff puff", that soft sword was broken into several knots under Fei Hong's full strike, and it flew away in all directions.

"Daxia in danger."

There was a woman's scream from off the court, and Fei Hong hurriedly looked over and saw a soft sword piercing Zhou Daxia's neck like a flying sword. This girl was about to die here.

"Not good." Cao Wang not far away hurriedly got up and ran towards Zhou Daxia.

Zhou Daxia's face was pale at the moment. She had watched the sword body flew over, but because her feet had left the floor, and the sword body was so fast that he couldn't avoid it, she closed her eyes in despair.

With a "pouch", Zhou Daxia instinctively fell backward. But, why didn't she feel any pain at this time? .

She opened those bright and flowery eyes, but saw Fei Hong standing in front of her. His hands were stemming the burst of blood spurting from her left shoulder. The flow of blood was gradually stopping. This person actually saved her life.

"You?" Zhou Daxia sat still and looked at Fei Hong, not knowing what to say for a while.

"It's okay." Fei Hong turned around and said with a smile.

Zhou Daxia pouted: "Thank you, I lost." After saying that, he picked up the soft sword that was knocked to the ground and went off the court.

"Fei Hong wins."

Seeing Zhou Daxia's slim but somewhat strong back, Fei Hong shook his head and walked off the court.

Zhang Long smiled and greeted him: "Congratulations to Junior Brother Hong. After passing this level, you will basically not be sent outside."

Fei Hong bowed slightly: "It's just luck, senior brother."

Brother Lin also walked over and helped Fei Hong deal with the wound. But he secretly admired the master Hao's apprentice. Fei Hong would definitely be able to develop extraordinary physical skills in the future. If he didn't say anything else, he would at the least say that this was different from ordinary people's physical physique. Looking at himself, it really was different...

Two hours later, the day's competition was all over. Those who were eliminated in the first two rounds would face the sect's decision whether to be transferred out according to their talent levels or not. The disciples who had been transferred out had basically no way of awakening their bloodlines.

That night, Fei Hong went to the refining room to look at the mysterious iron armor that was being refined. He happened to see master Hao coming out of it, and his expression changed. He feared that the master knew that he had refined the mysterious iron armor.

"You're refining the contents?" Asked Master Hao. His expression remained unchanged, looking at Fei Hong.

"It's being refined by this disciple." Fei Hong trembled a little.

"Well, that's good. It's a good material for refining. Let's take a look. The temperature and heat must be mastered. If there is a slight difference, the previous work will be discarded and you'll restart it. You have to open your eyes properly, so you can realize it by yourself."

Seeing that Master did not ask about the Heavens Cove, Fei Hong relaxed: "Yes, master. This disciple thank master for his teachings."

Seeing that Forge Hands had departed, Fei Hong hurriedly entered the small mixing chamber. He saw that the furnace was burnt red, but he could not feel the hot temperature from outside. It seems that this furnace was fully in its state. Fei Hong looked through the open wind's eyes and saw that the mysterious iron armor was being refined in the mold, and the whole body was exuding traces of heat.

He closed his eyes, felt the temperature in the lower furnace slightly, and opened his eyes again. If it were the furnace outside, it might have been scrapped a long time ago, but the one in front of him could obviously be kept stable.

Fei Hong took a sigh of relief, stretched his waist, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the wound on his left shoulder. He grinned bitterly, and decided to go out for a walk.

As soon as he left the place, he saw a young girl not far from the door of the refining room, stroking her long hair, her head facing down, as if embarrassed. Fei Hong took two steps towards her.. He took a proper look at the face, and his heart moved.