Martial Arts Overlord

"Luo Feng!"

"Ten Saint Son Luo Feng..."

Hearing Leng Feifei's words, the two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were a little surprised, but they did not expect that Leng Feihua had come to Dongling for thousands of miles, and he was actually here for Luo Feng.

The young man in Jin Yi asked, "Brother Leng, are you going to fight Luo Feng."

Leng Feifan did not answer yet. Another lean disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect raised the corner of his mouth slightly, disdainfully said:

"In my opinion, Luo Feng is not worthy of your action, Senior Brother. Back then, at the Venerable Conference, he was only at the Eighth Realm of the Divine Realm, and now at most he is only a powerful person of the Divine Realm of Will."

"And brother, you are already a half-step king, half of your foot has stepped into the threshold of the king, and the ice sword intent is even closer to the level of the sword soul. Even the elder of the fire said that under the king, the brother is already rare. "

The Jinyi youth also nodded: "In my opinion, the younger generation in the territory of the Hundred Kingdoms, I am afraid that only Fang Qingxue is qualified to fight against the brother. The brother's sword intent is even higher. If he fights again, Fang Qingxue will definitely not be an opponent."

It's not that they underestimated Luo Feng, but Leng Feihua had made great progress, especially after losing to Fang Qingxue, as if he was rebirth from Nirvana, Leng Feihua had been in retreat for half a year, and Bing Feihua's sword intent broke the limit of perfect sword intent and approached the sword soul infinitely. Grade sword intent!

As everyone knows, whether it is general trend, sword intent, or ordinary artistic conception, it is already the limit for those who are strong in the distraction state to cultivate to completion.

But Leng Feifan, as a swordsman in the Divine Realm, has a sword spirit level sword intent. This is no longer a single enchantment, it is a peerless enchantment!

Hearing Fang Qingxue's name, Leng Feihua narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing a cold light, and said:

"Fang Qingxue, it's not that simple. I will fight her again. However, I must wait for me to defeat Luo Feng."

"Why, then Luo Feng is so important to you, brother?"

"Yeah, Luo Feng hasn't heard anything in recent years, I'm afraid there is no entry. It is not enough to compare with the seniors."

The two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect did not understand why Leng Feifei had to challenge Luo Feng first. In comparison, the little real Zi Lei who had just defeated Jinshitai was more worthy of a battle.

Leng Fei said indifferently: "I naturally have my reason. If Luo Feng is not defeated in one day, the world will think that I am not as cold as him, and my name as a venerable one is imaginary."

Upon hearing this, the two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect suddenly became clear.

At the Venerable Conference, Leng Feifei lost to Luo Feng, but he was awarded the title of Top Ten Venerables. He indeed received a lot of criticism. Defeating Luo Feng would not only be a shame, but also prove himself to the world and become famous.

They didn't know that there was another reason why Leng Feifei had to challenge Luo Feng first.

Although Bingjia's sword intent went further, he didn't have full confidence to defeat Fang Qingxue!

It is terrible for a swordsman to have no confidence. Therefore, he has to challenge Luo Feng first, defeat Luo Feng, which can increase his power, and then challenge Fang Qingxue at that time, with 10% combat power, 12% can be displayed!

"Brother, at that time, give Luo Feng a lesson, let him dare to look at my Heavenly Sword Sect!" said the thin young man.

Leng Feifan nodded blankly: "I hope he is here."

The three of them walked along the street towards the city.

In a pill shop on the side of the street, a woman in a bright yellow dress and a tall man in purple are shopping for a pill.

"Huh, that person..."

Suddenly, at a glance, the woman in yellow found the three of Leng Feifan in the crowd, and pulled the tall man beside him, "Brother, that person seems to be Leng Feifan."

The tall man was born with cross-brows and anger, his eyes were like electricity, but it was the little real Zi Lei. He turned his head and looked at it, his thick eyebrows frowned:

"It's really him."

The yellow-clothed woman next to him is Huang Sang'er, a disciple of the Promise Sect. She curled her mouth, "This Leng Feihua has been in retreat since losing to Fang Qingxue. Why did he suddenly come to Dongling? He should not be the kind who would be curious here. People with visions of heaven and earth."

The little real Zi Lei grinned: "I'm afraid, his purpose is the same as mine."

"Luo Feng!"

Huang Sang'er raised her eyebrows, feeling incredible: "He wants to challenge Luo Feng too?"

Little Zhen Zi Lei showed a smile on his face, "Besides, I can't think of other reasons. That's good. I originally planned to defeat Luo Feng before challenging Leng Feihua and seizing the title of Seventh Venerable. It’s all here, but I ran around in the province. After they fight, I will challenge the winner again."

"Let's go, let's follow. If Luo Feng isn't here, then chill out first."

Flicking his fingers, the little real Zi Lei walked out of Danpu.

Huang Sang'er pouted the corners of her lips and followed.

In the luxurious box of a restaurant in Qianyan City.

There was a bang, a blast sounded, and the fierce vigor shook the doors and windows of the entire box.

In the box, there were seven people sitting on their bodies. The only table was broken into countless pieces. The shot was a burly middle-aged man with a face like a jujube. His face was cold and low. Roared:

"It's too deceiving! Last time I said that Tiangong's affairs are busy, that's it! This time we sent a gift from thousands of miles away, and turned us away again. We didn't even see it, and we didn't even have an excuse! When I was Beihainan Temple What is home! This fairy fairy Lingyue is really deceiving!"

"Yes, the Patriarch sent Elder Mocang to congratulate her this time, and he also prepared a generous gift. It can be said that he gave her great face. He even gave us a closed door! What do you think of our Nangong family!"

"Hmph, one day, one day, I will level this Tianhushan! Let this fox demon kneel in front of me!"

"Do you really think that you can do whatever you want by becoming a Martial Saint!"

Knowing that he was turned away by the fox demon again, and did not even enter the gate of Tianhu Mountain, several powerful Nangong clan, one by one, were so angry that they could not immediately kill Tianhu Mountain!

Their Nangong family, but Beihai Yiba, they usually walk outside, who does not give three points of thin noodles, two visits with generous salutes, they were turned away, and their self-esteem was deeply trampled!

"All right."

An old man in a black robe sitting in the middle waved his hand. His skin was dark, even his nails were glowing black, and he looked extremely permeating.

As soon as he exited, the private room immediately became quiet.

The black-robed old man continued: "Wu Sheng can indeed do whatever he wants. The power of Wu Sheng is beyond your imagination. Let's put it this way, all of us, I am afraid that even Lingyue Fairy will not be able to stop one move, and we will be killed in a flash."

The six other people's faces sank, and the burly man squeezed his fists and said unwillingly: "Elder Mocang, but..."

"It's nothing, the situation is like this, it is bound to be strong, so I have to bow my head."

The black-robed old man paused, then grinned faintly, and said: "However, this kind of life will not be long. The world can become a martial sage, not only Lingyue Immortal Fairy."

Several people heard something in the words of the black-robed old man, and the burly man hurriedly said: "Elder Mocang, is it the ancestor..."

Others also stared.

The black-robed old man shook his head and stopped the burly man from continuing to speak, saying:

"You only need to know that sooner or later, the fox monster clan will pay the price for what they are doing today."

"Actually, when we came to Dongling this time, giving gifts was only one of them. Another thing was to find out the truth of this world vision. The glow of light stretched for tens of thousands of miles and was immortal for several months, causing the dragons of the world to fly together and vitality. Rucha...This is not easy. Wu Sheng can't cause such a vision of heaven and earth. The Patriarch guessed that there might be some peerless treasure born."

Several people nodded one after another.

Squeak!

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and another Nangong martial artist walked in.

"Elder Mocang!"

He saluted the black-robed old man, and the young man who came in said: "I found someone."

"Who is such a fuss?" The black robe old man was a little dissatisfied when he was interrupted.

The young man hurriedly said: "It's Luo Feng! Ten Saint Son Luo Feng!"

"Luo Feng!"

Wow!

As soon as these words came out, the whole box was in an uproar, and several people even stood up directly.

The burly man stepped forward to the youth and glared: "It's really him!"

A cold sweat appeared on the young man's forehead, and he nodded heavily, "It's true! I have carefully identified it, it must be him! It is on the second floor of a restaurant called Feiyanlou in the north of the city."

Haha!

The burly man smiled fiercely, his killing intent surged, and his fists crackled.

"Tread through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it. It takes no time to come! Unexpectedly, this guy is also here. It just so happened that he held his stomach for a while and took him today!"

"lead the way!"

The black-robed old man also stood up: "It seems that there is one more thing to do. It is a worthwhile trip to kill Luo Feng."