Tripod Reverses the Heaven

Dabi is here, and Gufeng group will also usher in the final duel. As long as it wins this game, Gufeng will steadily get the promotion qualification.

Gu Feng took the lead again. The smaller figure stood against the wind and glanced around his group of opponents. For a moment, no one was willing to leave the station. The strength of ancient customs is understood. No one is willing to face a person who can condense easily. Because once he fails, the person who challenges him will completely lose his qualification for promotion.

Gu Feng stood for a long time. He was stunned that no one came to the stage to challenge. This worried the disciples watching the war and began to yell and scold one by one.

No one is on the stage, but the game has to continue. Since no one challenges himself, the ancient style has to challenge others.

I saw a smile on Gu Feng's face, pointed to a person and said, "who is you? Your strength is stronger than them. Why are you standing here?"

The reason why Gu Feng came to challenge this person is that the other party has the strength to parry himself. Secondly, Gu Feng once saw this person bowing and bowing to Jia Zhengjin and thought it must be the other party's running dog.

Since he is Jia Zhengjin's man, the ancient style will not be polite. Who will challenge him if you don't challenge him?

The man was named by the ancient wind. His face was not very good-looking, but for his dignity, he finally gritted his teeth and boarded the battle platform. Facing the ancient wind, his eyes were full of anger.

This man's name is Zhu Xian. He has great magic power. He has already reached the peak state of genuine Qi, waiting to break the Danhua sea.

The ancient wind looked at Jia Zhengjin again, full of provocation. Jia Zhengjin's face twitched twice. It was distressing. With intuition, he knew that Zhu Jian was not an opponent of ancient style.

The battle began. Zhu Jian took out a shield and a spear, which was a physical object rather than a magic illusion. Mana condensation consumes a lot. It's better to play steadily in the face of an opponent like ancient style.

"Show me your weapons so that I won't take advantage of you." Zhu Jian said coldly to the ancient wind.

"I'm afraid you can't bear it!" The old wind said lightly.

"Talk big!" Zhu Jian didn't say any more nonsense and killed Gu Feng directly with a war spear.

A layer of pale gold rose from the spear and came straight to the face of the ancient wind. It was extremely fast and powerful.

Zhu Ning should have come to the promotion as a child, but he should have been full of challenges.

In the group war, people like them who can easily condense the image are also regarded as the seed level. Without accidents, they can be promoted easily. However, the ancient wind can't find happiness for him.

He just saw the contradiction between Gu Feng and Jia Zhengjin. Therefore, at the moment, he knows that Gu Feng's challenge is pure retaliation.

Seeing Zhu Jian's spear killing reminds Gu Feng of his father. The weapon that my father Gu Hai is good at is also a war spear. It's a pity that my father was captured by Gao Hao. Now I don't know his life or death.

"How dare you use a spear against the enemy?"

The war spear touched a taboo in the heart of the ancient style. How heroic was his father when he used the war spear? The bull fighting demon trembled. And this man is just a running dog of Jia Zhengjin. How dare he defile such weapons? Therefore, he was very aggressive.

Gu Feng didn't use any weapons. He swung his small fist and rushed at the other party at top speed.

There was a faint golden light on his fist, and there was also a powerful explosion in the air, which was very frightening.

"Die!" Seeing that Gu Feng dared to fight his spear with a pair of fists, Zhu Jian couldn't help smiling grimly. But before his smile disappeared, an incredible scene appeared. I saw that the original spear, which had nothing to break, began to break after a small fist against the ancient wind.

Click, click!

If the spear breaks inch by inch, it will hurt itself. At this time, his experience against the enemy played a role. He immediately threw away the broken spear with a small handle left, and then made a mistake. Kankan avoided the unfavourable blow of the ancient wind.

Unexpectedly, the body of the ancient wind suddenly jumped up high and chopped a foot at the other party's head in the eyes of everyone. He drank: "die!"

The foot fell from top to bottom, bringing a strong wind and sinking. If you hit him, his head will burst. Nowadays, the ancient style of flesh is almost comparable to steel. It is not only extremely hard, but also surprisingly powerful.

"Ah..."

Facing this powerful and heavy foot, Zhu Jian hurriedly raised his shield to block. After the dull sound of "Dong", there was the sound of "clattering, clattering, clattering" shield landing.

It turned out that Gu Feng's foot directly split Zhu Xian's shield into several pieces, and the broken shield fell to the ground. But the matter was far from over. Although the shield blocked most of the strength, the remaining power did not decrease. Gu fengleng split his foot on the man's shoulder and forcibly pressed Zhu Dang on the ground.

"I fought with you!" After such a big loss, Zhu Jian fell into rage. A pair of fists beat the ground hard, and then the whole body suddenly bounced up and went straight to the ancient wind.

He tried his best. He wanted to take down the ancient style regardless of everything. Unfortunately, the ancient wind won't give him the slightest chance. He pointed like a sword and pointed directly at each other's Dantian.

According to the strength of the ancient style, if he really hits the golden elixir in the Dantian, keeping it can abolish the other party's cultivation. This frightened Zhu Jian, so he hurriedly made a mistake to avoid the key. The ancient style was like a shadow. Although he didn't continue to attack the other party's golden elixir, he also seized the opportunity to blow 18 heavy fists in a row, so that Zhu Jian didn't have the slightest strength to fight back.

After the quick and cruel punch of the eighteen records, Gu Feng stopped, but Zhu Jian went straight on. Many bones of his body were broken, and he lost the ability to fight again.

"Good!" After a short silence, warm applause broke out again. This is the way people watch the war and watch the excitement. The more violent and bloody the battle, the more interested they are.

Gu Feng has won another victory. If there is no accident, he has steadily obtained the promotion qualification. At this time, the little guy's temperament changed. He was no longer cruel to wartime. Instead, he smiled, waved to the audience and shouted: "senior brothers and sisters, please remember my name, my name is ancient style!"

Soon, Zhu Jian was carried down, and Gu Feng saw towering hatred from each other's eyes. As a person who can easily condense the image, he could have steadily obtained a promotion qualification, but he didn't know that the ancient style would not make him feel better.

Fortunately, his injury is not too serious. As long as he takes care of himself for a few months, he can still live. But this year's promotion ratio is doomed to miss him. Who wants him to be a good man instead of a dog?