Lu Feng's current body shape has only changed slightly, his nose has shrunk a little, his cheekbones have protruded a little, and he still looks like a relatively ordinary person with a slap.

But cultivation can't hide from people, the cultivation at the peak of the red level is against the yellow level, isn't it just a trick to die quickly, the egg touches the stone, and it's embarrassing.

"Don't worry, since it's two wins in three games, maybe there are two masters, just let him make up the numbers.

Two wins in three games, as long as you keep two games, it is enough. "I don't know what this comforting statement is, let's think about it.

It's just that the momentum is much weaker, and I haven't even gotten together the three yellow levels, which is still a fighting method.

"The little red-level monk is also here to play prestige, and when he comes on the stage, he will shoot you to the bottom of the arena, and he won't be able to pick it out.

Where are the other two, what are they still hiding, come out quickly. Liu Fang faced Lu Feng and sneered, not caring.

But the other two have not yet been perceived by him, and they are a little surprised.

"I'm the only one, one against three." Lu Feng didn't take out his signature Yin Tie Xuan Pen, but instead pulled out a pool of autumn water long sword.

This sword was refined by Cao Yun and them with the warehouse materials that Lu Feng scavenged, Cao Yun said that it was not on the table, but it was already the best sword they had refined.

There is no way, refining this kind of thing needs to be accumulated through practice and piled up with materials. They haven't been in contact for a thousand years, and it's enough to be able to refine such a handful of magic weapons of about three grades.

But Lu Feng miscalculated one thing, that is, the standard of this flying sword was a thousand years ago, and there were too many things that were lost thousands of years ago. A magic weapon like a flying sword has been lost too much, and it is difficult for anyone to refine it now.

Those who can refine are masters! Those who can have flying swords are either from a deep family background with a legacy from a thousand years ago, or they have a good family background and can afford to hire a refining master.

Lu Feng's flying sword, the sword light is like a pool of clear water, and there is a bleak and autumn water sword in the coldness.

It was at least a three-grade Qiushui sword, and the monks present were all amazed and pity. It's a tyrannical thing. How could this sword be in the hands of this man who is not self-sufficient?

If it was somewhere else, they would have tried to find a way to snatch the sword, but unfortunately now they are under the control of the Gogen Society.

I'm afraid this sword is in the bag of the Five Roots Society, but it's a pity, it's a pity.

Liu Fang was also stunned for a moment. Then he laughed: "Good sword." What a good sword. It's a perfect match for me. ”

Liu Fang also regarded the sword in Lu Feng's hand as his own. Except for Lu Feng, everyone present regarded Lu Feng as a dead person, and the items on Lu Feng's body as the items of the Five Roots Society.

"One against three. It's so bold, I haven't seen a few monks have your courage for so many years.

I guess I had the courage to die before I stepped into the realm of monks. It's a pity that you won't be able to escape death today.

You are the only one in the cultivation world in Southwest City who has this courage, and the others are all acquaintances, look at them, practice the Turtle Shrinkage Gong diligently, this is the magic weapon for survival. Liu Fang pointed his finger at the monks who came and pointed around.

These monks were so blushing that they dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, just looking at Liu Fang laughing and insulting there.

"Hmph, Southwest City is not a no-man's land, and outsiders cannot be allowed to be presumptuous."

The person who spoke was the third child, he was a native monk in Southwest City, his face was gloomy in the face of Liu Fang's stimulation, and Lu Feng's breath, he was still a little familiar. At this moment, as one of the people with the highest cultivation level in Southwest City, it was normal for him to stand up and uphold the dignity of the cultivation community in Southwest City.

But it's a pity that there are people like him who are so courageous, who have such a cultivation, and who have a heart like him, are very few in Southwest City.

The third child walked to Lu Feng's side step by step, side by side with him, which was another familiar feeling.

The corner of Lu Feng's mouth smiled slightly, and he was going to fight side by side again.

"Okay, good man, it seems that there is one more person in Southwest City who doesn't know the current affairs, and there will be one more death." Liu Fang clapped his hands and said.

"Liu Fang, don't deceive people too much!" With the third child taking the lead, it aroused the anger of some people in Southwest City who were still a little bloody.

"What, you're going to come down too? Then hurry up, or I'll deceive you too much, and you can lower your head and let me deceive! Liu Fang snorted coldly, looked at the people in Southwest City with a look of disdain, and his eyes also brought over Shu Ren, who was looking at this side from a distance.

Shu Ren frowned slightly and sighed, the government has become more and more powerless about these monks.

"Liu Fang, are you really no one in our southwest monks? Although the old man's cultivation is not high and he is older, he also has a warm heart.

You Wugen Society came from the capital, jumping up and down here, trying to subdue all the monks in Southwest City with the power of one society, wishful thinking. "The old man of the Wang family finally couldn't help but come out.

This is a major event in the southwest monk world, in fact, no one can be left alone, or they can go their own way, no matter how the Five Roots Society makes trouble, waiting to become a party under the control of the Five Roots Society.

Or they rose up to resist, and at first many monks were intimidated by the generosity and strength of the Five Roots Society.

It wasn't until Lu Feng appeared, and then to the end of the third child, that Old Man Wang finally figured out the trick and stepped forward.

Although the people in Southwest City were timid, although they cowered and couldn't move, they didn't say anything when they were insulted by Liu Fang.

But someone stood up for them, and under this emotional rendering, there was inexplicably more tragedy.

Even at such an old age, he can't make progress anymore, and the old man Wang, who is just waiting to enter the ground, has come out, how incompetent the younger generation of my southwest monks is.

"We would rather die than give in, the Wugen Society wants to unify the southwest monks, and wants us to be slaves and servants, and to be lackeys. It's really too deceitful, and everyone has always thought that we are easy to bully! ”

"That's right, even if you save your life today, you may not be able to save it in the future, if these five root societies take advantage of it, want this and that, enslave us, etc., who can stand this insult?"

Some things are broken a little, and even those who are willing to be slaves to keep safe have to take a stand. Otherwise, how can you have the face to come out and mix in the future, and you will be a monk and be like this, and you will have no shame to see your father and fellow villagers.

"Good! Good! Liu Fang didn't expect that his initial effective means would be gradually broken by Lu Feng and the third child, until the old man of the Wang family came out and pushed again, completely losing its effect.

Since the plan is ineffective, then you must be forced to do it!

"When the number of people is complete, let's fight! Who's on first? Liu Fang clapped his hands, and a yellow-level monk jumped out and walked into the formation, fixed in mid-air, with his hands wrapped, looking at Lu Feng and the three of them defiantly.

The third child had a hard temper, shook his hand, and took a step forward, Lu Feng stepped forward to shake hands with the third child, and secretly said: "The third child, it's me, you just need to delay the time when you go up, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

It's you? The third child's eyes were about to pop out, it was Lu Feng, he looked left and right, and even used his true yuan to move in his eyes, but he couldn't see that Lu Feng used illusion.

How could this be done, the third child couldn't believe it, and Lu Feng transmitted the sound again.

"The third child!"

It took the third person to confirm Lu Feng twice, and then recalled Lu Feng's words.

Procrastinating for time? The third child was puzzled, but Lu Feng nodded affirmatively. The third child thought of the experience underground, Lu Feng had always been very sure of doing things, so he nodded and agreed.

"Our southwest monk is not a soft persimmon, wherever it is his turn, he can pinch it if he wants, and we also have a yellow-level monk."

The person who spoke was still a little proud, but he was quickly poured cold water.

"Hey, although we are all yellow-level monks, only one of us can fight, one is a red-level death, and the other is old and has withered in blood, and it is impossible to beat those people who are in the prime of life."

"In this way, our southwestern monks are withering, and there are many auspicious ones, and they will definitely become the forbidden body of the Wugen Society, and they will all be enslaved in the future?"

"What is this called, if I don't come to join in the fun, after I go back, my family will be relocated, and what if the southwest forces are given to Wugenshe."

In general, they are all pessimistic, and even if a few people are not angry, they can clearly see victory and defeat.

"If my whole family is enslaved by the Five Roots Society, it is better to die happily. The Southwest Monks are one heart, and they are also an unstoppable force, and the Five Roots Society has mobilized so many resources today, I don't believe they can stay in Southwest City all the time. They don't care about the capital, and the yellow-level monks are not radish and cabbage, so they can have them if they want to. ”

"That's right, I'll fight to the end!"

"We'll fight together."

Except for these few, most of the others are considering relocating their families, and those who can't relocate are considering taking refuge. (To be continued......)