Tripod Reverses the Heaven

Once on the stage, the ancient wind stood directly in the center of the battle platform and was surrounded by people.

However, no one dares to approach, because the ancient wind at this time gives people the feeling that it is like talking about the sun. From his body, it emits a terrible flame and high temperature, and no one wants to get close.

Gu Feng got a cluster of Nirvana heavenly fire from childhood. With the improvement of cultivation over the years, the power of the flame has increased by many times.

Some time ago, I had a weekend with Nie Qian and blended with each other with the help of the different fire in Nie Qian's body. Therefore, the sky fire in his body today is even more amazing.

The reason why Gu Feng chose to do so is to frighten. Today is the decisive battle of the strongest genius in the eight wastelands. If you can't frighten others with powerful means, you will only become the object of siege.

On the high platform, zixiahan moved his body uneasily, because the smell emitted by the silly bird of the small fire was more hot, which made zixiahan unbearable.

"Yan Feng, I'm moved that you can come at the invitation. You're not too late. No one cares. "

"Haha, forgive me for being rude. I'm late because of the long distance and the long delay. I'm sure everyone won't mind, will they? "

Joking and laughing, Gu Feng began to look at the others on the battle platform. When his eyes just fell on Ling batian, he was stunned and dumbfounded.

"Is that you? Ling...... "

"It's me, bully!"

Before the ancient wind called out its name, bullying took the lead in reporting its name.

"Ha ha, bully, that's a good name, that's a good name!"

Gu Feng laughed again. It was really an accident to see an acquaintance in Kyushu here.

Lingbatian is no one else. It is Lingxiao who has something to do with him.

Lingxiao gained the ancient body refining art after losing to the ancient style at the Qingzhou conference. As a result, his temperament has changed. He is no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, but more calm.

Unfortunately, in the end, he was defeated by an empty little monk with a six foot golden body on the throne. Since then, he has been suppressed and no news has been heard.

Unexpectedly, today's alias bully appeared on this platform.

"Is that you?"

While Gu Feng recognized Lingxiao, Lingxiao also doubted the ancient style.

Because the pseudonym of "Yan Feng" was used in Qingzhou, Lingxiao knew it, so he asked. He suspected that Yan Feng in front of him was the ancient style of Kyushu.

"Well, it's me. I didn't think we could meet on such an occasion and in such an identity and way, but it was really unexpected."

With that, Gu Feng directly opened his arms and unexpectedly made an action of expecting a hug.

However, what makes people silly is that Lingxiao, whose pseudonym is lingbatian, really smiled, came forward and directly hugged the ancient wind, and patted it twice on the back of the ancient wind, just like an old friend I haven't seen for many years.

"Oh, yes, yes, even if it's heaven and earth, you're still you. You'll never be weaker than anyone and never lose your reputation."

Lingxiao gave a heartfelt sigh. He was also a little excited to see the ancient style here.

In fact, although the relationship between him and the ancient style was complex and never died, he was completely cleared as early as the time when he was granted the king's platform in the lower world.

In the last war, he started with qingtianpeng. Before the war, he said that all gratitude and resentment, regardless of victory or defeat, would be written off.

"Ha ha, you're not bad either. You should look at me with new eyes after you leave for three days. Since you and I meet here today, why don't you join hands to fight the eight barren heroes? "

"It suits me, ha ha, ha ha!" Lingxiao also laughed wildly. It can be said that he lost his gratitude and hatred with a smile.

Their nostalgia in the middle of the battlefield was silly on the spot.

To everyone's surprise, this bullish bully got to know Yan Feng, who was famous three months ago, and reached an iron alliance in a short time.

On the stage, everyone frowned, while under the stage, there was a lot of discussion.

In a corner of the crowd, a woman in green covered the corner of her mouth with her hand and silently shed tears.

"He's really come. It's been three months. I'm happy and heartache to see him here."

The woman in green is no one else, but Lvping.

For three months, she has been worrying about the ancient style and missing the man in her heart all the time.

However, the vast eight wastelands, where to find?

Later, the barbarian LAN proposed to visit the Forbidden City today, hoping to meet the ancient customs.

The barbarian blue patted Lvping on the shoulder and said, "don't be sad. We should be happy to see brother Yan Feng today. You must have faith in him. He must love you in his heart. The reason why he came to participate in today's big contest was definitely not miss Zifu, but the glory of the king. He... Is very human. "

In another corner, there was a woman in a black robe and a black hat. She looked at the ancient wind on the battle platform with deep eyes and said coldly, "God has treated me well. Today, I finally found you. Yan Feng, you beast, even if I can't kill you today, I'll make you notorious. You can't marry the daughter of the purple house. "

Needless to say, this person is naturally Nie Qian.

Her purpose today is to kill the ancient custom of pushing herself into the abyss.

If the ancient wind had not raped her that day, she would not have made such a scene with Le Xingcheng, and would not have killed the innocent "Mao Dalong" later.

All this is injustice, which can only be tasted with the blood of the ancient wind.

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Gu Feng knew the importance of today's occasion, so he made a special trip to let Xiaohuo change its characteristics. Although it looked like a fierce bird, it was not a flamingo, but turned into a rosefinch.

At the same time, he turned into a middle-aged man. He didn't dare to show his face, otherwise he would be recognized by the great saint of Xingchen Pavilion immediately.

In contrast, the smell emitted by Xiaohuo is more hot and terrible. Even the other saints around him unconsciously moved their hips and felt uncomfortable.

"Taoist friend, can you put away your breath?"

I couldn't help it. The great saint of Xingchen Pavilion took the lead in making a voice.

"Oh, sorry, my master asked me to do this!"

Although Xiaohuo looks like a middle-aged man, his behavior is not as steady as an adult. He raises his hands and feet, which makes people frown.

"Master? You mean Yan Feng is your master? "

"Yes, don't you know? I used to hang out with the emperor. Later, the emperor asked me to follow his master and protect his safety at all times. "