Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

Therefore, Ling Feng is very disappointed with the warriors and friars on the earth. He thinks they are out of class. Every time he fights, Ling Feng will despise the enemy. He believes that no one on the earth can be his opponent, but a bunch of mole ants.

"Young master, it is said that when the sword maniac retired, he felt that his strength was invincible in the world. No one surpassed him, so he retired. He wanted to pursue a higher realm, so he hasn't appeared for so many years, but his high-profile appearance this time will certainly attract his attention." Qing Guo said again.

"Really? That's really worth looking forward to." Ling Feng said with a smile. He was looking forward to the martial arts meeting in a few days.

Seven days later, the martial arts meeting was held at the zongmen of Tianjian sect. The martial arts meeting is held every ten years for the once-in-a-decade Wulin alliance leader. This is also the largest ceremony in Northwest China. Almost all sects and martial arts families in Northwest China will send representatives to Tianjian sect to attend the martial arts meeting.

The former Wulin alliance leader is the current leader of Tianjian sect. Today, the martial arts square of Tianjian sect is very lively. Those invited to the martial arts meeting play an important role in the whole northwest, and Ling Feng also came. Of course, she also brought the country and the city around her. Ling Feng sat in an insignificant corner at the end. No one knew them. After all, master Ling was the most mysterious in the martial arts world. He only heard his name but didn't see him.

Moreover, master Ling is only famous in the south. The Northwest has always despised the martial artists in the South and thinks they are just the lowest martial artists. At this time, the pen cutting sitting in the center is the object of everyone's admiration. He is 70 years old, wearing a robe and exuding a strong momentum all over. After all, he is a big disciple of sword maniac. His cultivation is unpredictable. He is a generation of overlord in the northwest. In the whole northwest, he has absolute authority.

The elders sitting next to Bihua are the most powerful beings in the northwest martial arts world, and they are also very scary. Then Bihua took a look at the time, stood up, glanced at the bottom and said: "today, I thank my friends in the martial arts world for giving me face and participating in this Martial Arts Conference."

Everyone calmed down and listened to pen criticism. Pen criticism has a high position in their hearts, second only to sword mania, and it is also the existence of one person under ten thousand people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I became the leader of the Wulin alliance at the undisclosed meeting ten years ago. Today, it's exactly ten years. It's also time to re elect a new leader of the Wulin alliance. This is a major event in the martial arts and Taoism world. This time, I have another thing. A year ago, my master's sword mania appeared and gave me a very mysterious sheepskin treasure map. I want to take this opportunity to inquire about the whereabouts of the other three on behalf of my master. Please tell me The family gave me a face and helped me find it. "Bi Hua said. His voice was like aura in the ears of all martial artists.

Then, the pen critic took out the sheepskin roll and put it in front of all the martial artists. Soon, all the martial artists talked about it. Since it is the need of the sword maniac, the sheepskin treasure map must be not simple. If anyone has it, it can have a relationship with the sword maniac. What a good thing.

Ling Feng saw that the sheepskin treasure map in the pen cutting hand was the last one he needed. He smiled. He thought it would be in the sword crazy hand. Unexpectedly, it was in his eldest disciple's hand, and he took it out directly.

This is also very good. It saves a lot of trouble. Ling Feng stood up, looked at the pen cutting, and said coldly, "I want this sheep skin treasure map, and you can give it to me."

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

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

"Isn't this sheepskin treasure map owned by sword maniac? Is this boy sick and dare to let the alliance leader hand over the sheepskin treasure map? Isn't it for death? Or is he too crazy?" all the martial artists said one after another, with a sense of ridicule in his words.