Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

Therefore, Ling Feng is very disappointed with the warriors and friars on the earth. He thinks that they are not in the class. Every time he fights, Ling Feng despises the enemy. He believes that no one on the earth can be his opponent, just a group of ants.

"Young master, it is said that when the sword maniac retired, he felt that his strength was invincible in the world, and no one had surpassed him, so he retired. He wanted to pursue a higher realm, so he didn't appear for so many years. However, the young master's high-profile appearance will certainly arouse his attention." Again, Ching Kuo said.

"Yes? That's something to look forward to. " Ling Feng said with a smile, he is very looking forward to the martial arts conference in a few days.

Seven days later, the martial arts conference was held at the sect of Tianjian sect. The martial arts conference was held every ten years for the once-in-a-decade leader of the Wulin. This is also the biggest grand ceremony in Northwest China. Almost all the schools in Northwest China and Wudao aristocratic families will send representatives to Tianjian school to attend the martial arts conference.

The former leader of Wulin is the leader of Tianjian sect. Today, the martial arts square of Tianjian sect is very busy. All those invited to the martial arts conference have a pivotal position in the whole northwest. Ling Feng has also come here. Of course, she is also with her country and city. Ling Feng and his wife are sitting in the last corner. No one knows them. After all, in the martial arts world, master Ling is the most mysterious. He only hears his name but not his person.

What's more, master Ling is only famous in the south. The Northwest has always despised the South's martial arts, and thinks that they are just the lowest level martial arts. At this time, the brushwork sitting in the center is the object of admiration. He is 70 years old, wearing a robe, and exudes strong momentum all over his body. After all, he is the eldest disciple of the sword maniac. His cultivation is profound and unpredictable. He is the overlord of the northwest. In the whole northwest, he has absolute authority.

The old men sitting next to him were the most powerful and terrible ones in the martial arts circle in Northwest China. Then he took a look at the time, stood up, glanced down and said, "today, I'd like to thank my friends in the martial arts circle for giving me face and participating in this martial Arts Conference."

All of them are quiet and listen to the pen cutting. The position of pen cutting in their hearts is very high, second only to the sword maniac, and it is also the existence of one person below ten thousand people above.

"Ladies and gentlemen, ten years ago, I became the leader of the Wulin alliance. Today, it's exactly ten years ago, and it's time to re elect a new leader. This is a major event in the martial arts circle. This time, I have another thing. A year ago, my master sword maniac appeared and gave me a very mysterious picture of sheep skin. I want to take this opportunity to inquire about the whereabouts of the other three on behalf of my master 。 Please give me a face and help me find it. " He said, his voice like aura came out in the ears of all warriors.

Then, the pen Feller took out the sheepskin scroll and put it in front of all the martial arts. Soon all the martial arts talked about it. Since the sword maniac needs it, the sheepskin treasure map is certainly not simple. If anyone has it, he can have a good relationship with the sword maniac. What a good thing it is.

Ling Feng saw that the sheepskin treasure map in his hand was the last one he needed, and his face showed a smile. He thought it would be in the hands of the sword maniac, but he didn't expect it to be in the hands of his eldest disciple, and he took it out directly.

This is also very good, save a lot of trouble, Ling Feng stood up, looking at the brushwood, cold said: "this sheepskin treasure map, I want it, you take it to me."

Although Ling Feng's words were very small, they were sent out with aura. All the martial arts heard them. Soon everyone's eyes looked at Ling Feng and became the center.

"Who is this man? He looks only twenty years old. He dares to talk to the leader like this."

"Isn't this picture of sheep's skin belong to the sword maniac? This boy is sick. He dares to ask the leader to hand over the sheepskin treasure map. Isn't he looking for death? Or is he crazy? " All the warriors said one after another, with the meaning of ridicule.