Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Wushuangfeng is really not ashamed. Two congenital nine weights have come to participate in the talent competition?"

"Ha ha, if these two boys are also young talents, I'm afraid those factotum disciples at Fengtou can be called geniuses."

"It seems that there is no need to exist without twin peaks. These two people may be absolutely outstanding at their peak."

"Eh, you see, those two rubbish goods have even walked towards the main venue? What do they want to do? Do they want to enter the main venue directly?"

"You must have an invitation to go in. Ha ha, it's humiliating..."

“……”

There was a "bang" in the square, just like looking at a Western mirror. Many young fighters approached the main venue and the entrance of a tall building.

"Please show me your invitation cards when you enter the main venue."

Outside the building gate, seven or eight young fighters were divided into two rows and stood bravely.

These warriors are full of amazing breath. Above their heads, masculine blood gas fluctuates, showing their strong strength.

No one dares to make trouble here.

Those qualified to enter the inside took out a red invitation card with their names written on it, and the power alliance sent special personnel to verify them one by one and be meticulous.

"You two stop. Inside is the main venue of the talent competition. You can't enter without an invitation."

Before Ye Feng and Pang Lin reached the door, a young warrior came forward and stopped them.

"Elder martial brother, Ye Feng, who is next to me, is the second best player in the rookie points and the second best player in the star list. Since the 'talent competition' is held, Ye Feng's score is naturally enough to enter. What invitation do you want?" Pang Lin blushed and argued to the young martial artist.

"Sorry, there are orders above. Only those who hold the invitation can enter. We only look at the invitation, not others."

"If there is no invitation, you can only wait for the result in the square."

The young martial artist was unmoved and looked like a business man with a cold face.

"Senior brother..."

Just as Pang Lin was about to argue, there was a burst of wild laughter behind him.

"Ha ha... The newcomers are the second greatest in terms of points? They are also great when they are on the star list? They didn't get it by eating a Bawang pill to consume their potential? After using Bawang pill, don't think about improving the realm within ten years. If we wanjuezong's young talents are like him, the sect will be finished."

"Yes, with the help of medicine, he wants to be a young talent of our sect? Unfortunately, senior brother Bai Xu is so smart that he didn't send him an invitation at all, but the boy is shameless to participate in the competition."

"Such shameless people, rubbish with poor cultivation, I don't know why they were fooled into this sect by him..."

Ye Feng smiled coldly and looked along the voice. He saw two young martial artists about eighteen or nine years old, singing and talking, and then staring at himself proudly.

The two men were dressed in lingyunfeng clothes, with obvious disdain on their faces. It seemed that they were very ashamed to see Ye Feng here.

When the martial artists around saw their faces clearly, there was a cry of surprise immediately.

"Ma Peng, No. 9 in the star list, and Wu fan, No. 17."

"They are the main peak disciples. They have always been friends with Wang Xiao. They must be dissatisfied that Wang Xiao was abandoned by Ye Feng. Maybe they still want to avenge Wang Xiao?"

Ye Feng looked at the two people in front of him faintly, frowning. He didn't want to see them.

What they said made Ye Feng feel very funny.

Taking bawangdan, you can't be promoted within ten years?

But he abandoned Wang Xiao outside the wanjue tower, which completely proved that he didn't take such tiger and wolf medicine to temporarily improve his cultivation. In other words, Ye Feng rushed into the fifth floor of the wanjue tower and ranked second in the star list.

Now one star list is the ninth and one star list is the seventeenth. They are arrogant and look down on themselves. It's really ridiculous.

Unfortunately, Ye Feng's silence was regarded as weakness by Ma Peng and Wu fan.

Ma Peng looked at Ye Feng with disdain on his face, then glanced at Pang Lin with disdain and said, "it seems that the two garbage haven't even joined an alliance? Get out. You don't have a seat without twin peaks in this talent competition."

Wu fan also looked up to the sky and gave a burst of disdainful Laughter: "ha ha, think about it and make people laugh off their big teeth. No Shuangfeng is garbage, and the disciples who came out are also garbage. Compared with Lingyun peak, they are not worthy of carrying shoes."

"Why don't you get out of here? It's embarrassing to get in the way here..."

The more they talked, the more energetic they were, and even many martial artists nearby began to coax.

Maybe he can bear to ridicule Ye Feng himself, but the ridicule has no two peaks, which makes Ye Feng feel a trace of anger in his heart.

He asked the young guard, "did you just say that if you want to enter the main venue, there must be an invitation, and you only look at the invitation, not others?"

The young guard was stunned and nodded: "you can enter with an invitation. If you don't have an invitation, don't make trouble here."

"Good!"

Ye Feng spit out a word, turned to Ma Peng and Wu fan and said, "we're going in. Now, give me your invitation."

"What?"

"Ha ha... The boy is crazy. He dares to talk to our brother like that."

"Younger martial brother Wu, it seems that his bones are itchy, so you can loosen them for him." Ma Peng shouted gloomily.

Wu fan smiled proudly and said lightly, "no problem. To deal with this kind of goods, I only need to use one punch at most and let him kneel down and kowtow."

With that, he gave a cold drink and slowly punched Ye Feng.

With this punch, the vigorous wind rose everywhere, and all around were bound by a huge force, as if the whole person had fallen into an endless quagmire, which gave people the illusion that there was no escape and no retreat.

Wu fan smiled proudly and said, "little garbage, if you kneel and kowtow now, I can spare you a small life, but if you dare to say no, my yuan force will press down like a mountain and directly press you into a pool of meat mud."

"My fist power is hard for ordinary experts in the virtual environment to bear. As for you, wushuangfeng is a garbage. You must die no more."

"Ha ha, talk big."

Ye Feng smiled: "can you blow less cow ratio?"

"You lingyunfeng, do your best to boast."

In the fierce wind, Ye Feng just shook his head and punched at will.

This punch was also insignificant, but after Ye Feng punched, Wu fan's face changed in an instant.

The vigorous vigorous Qi He sent out was directly torn by Ye Feng's fist. Then Ye Feng stepped forward and appeared in front of Wu fan