For a while, the young geniuses from Kunlun Mountain who were present with burning eyes were all excited.

In the past few days, there have been young geniuses who have been trying in vain to leave their names on the monument, including some demons who are not famous in Kunlun Mountain, such as Fang Ping, the young sect master of the Four Seas Sect, Xu Linlin, the senior sister of the Ruyi Sect, and so on, and these small and famous geniuses on the first floor of the True Yuan Realm have all failed to leave their names.

It's too hard to keep your name.

made many of the demons present lose confidence.

Now, Wang Feng is about to make a move, which naturally arouses a lot of anticipation and cheers.

Wang Feng is very famous.

It almost represents the strongest genius of the young generation in Kunlun Mountain.

Wang Feng should be able to, right?

Even the triplets of the Blood Spirit Sect, as well as the Stygian Moon, were faintly looking forward to it.

The next moment.

Wang Feng raised the broad broadsword in his hand.

Airplanes!!!

Knife sounds.

It was deafening and the breath was intense.

So much so that many young geniuses who were close to the stele felt a terrifying thrust and couldn't help but retreat.

Wang Feng held a big knife in his hand, his eyes were as bright as thunder and lightning, and under the rolling of his vitality, he held a big knife weighing a thousand catties, and drew one stroke at a time on the stone tablet.

The two words Wang Feng are not complicated, but there are also a lot of strokes.

In the blink of an eye, the word 'Wang', clear and burning, with sharp strokes, was engraved on the stone tablet.

"Okay!" Many of the young geniuses who were watching in the crowd turned red and shouted excitedly.

Wang Feng is Wang Feng.

The heavy knife is still scratching, and a Fengzi is slowly highlighted on the stone tablet.

However.

Some people noticed that as the strokes of the word 'Feng' became more and more, Wang Feng's face began to turn pale, Wang Feng's hands began to tremble, and Wang Feng's breath began to be disordered.

For a while, the excited, excited crowd was a little quiet.

Could it be that Wang Feng can't leave a name?

Very nervous.

Fortunately, however, the fears did not happen.

Soon, although a little reluctantly, the word 'Feng' also appeared.

Wang Feng.

Leave your name.

The corners of Wang Feng's mouth were actually a little more scarlet.

Obviously, it is not easy for him to leave a name.

Wang Feng wiped the scarlet from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were excited.

"Good !!" The crowd gave Wang Feng the warmest cheers.

After all, until now, Wang Feng was the first to leave his name.

And the only one that succeeded.

"Miss Stygian Moon, how do you see my writing of the word 'Wang Feng'?" Wang Feng raised his head slightly, looking towards Stygian Moon, how much, still a little proud, because, it is difficult to leave a name, it is very difficult, only if you try it yourself, can you know what kind of difficulty it is?

Shenyue didn't say anything, but quietly stared at the word 'Wang Feng' on the stone tablet, her beautiful eyes trembling slightly.

Not only the Dark Moon, but soon, the cheers of those people present also fell silent, and many people stared at the stone tablet in disbelief and shock like the Dark Moon.

"What's wrong?" Wang Feng subconsciously had a bad premonition, and also looked towards the stone tablet.

At this look, his face changed greatly.

Because, on the stone tablet, the traces of the word 'Wang Feng' are slowly becoming weaker.

A few more breaths passed.

Disappear.

The word 'Wang Feng' has completely disappeared.

It seems that Wang Feng did not leave his name on the stone tablet at all.

"This ......" Wang Feng frowned, his face was ugly, and his voice changed: "What the hell is going on?!!! is the stone tablet cheating?!"

Many young people present who wanted to please Wang Feng were also very angry: "That is, what is this broken stone tablet doing?"

"My Wang Feng has succeeded in keeping his name, it is the problem of this stone tablet!" Wang Feng grabbed the big knife in his hand and shouted, his face was extremely ugly.

"Huh...... Laughing at the dead, the problem of returning the stele? The scum of his own strength is the scum of strength, and he blames the stele...... "At this moment, suddenly, a voice rippled from afar, and there was disdain in the voice.

Then.

But it was an extremely indifferent scolding voice: "Zhou Jian, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

Suddenly, everyone present turned their heads and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

But I saw that it was a group of people.

There were six of them.

Five young men, one woman.

Five young men, with women as their respect, all hold the moon in their hearts.

The six of them actually trampled on a huge round cloth that resembled a futon.

It's weird, when will a piece of cloth be able to carry people in the air?

Mythology?

None of this is the point.

The point is that among the six people in the group, the five young men all looked to be in their 20s, but they ...... But they are all existences of the eighth and ninth layers of the True Yuan Realm!!

It's scary.

It's like a dream.

Year...... When will the younger generation have ...... Is there such a terrifying existence?

At this age, this kind of strength, I don't know how many grades I have to complete Wang Feng and Shenyue.

Also, even more frightening, the ...... The woman, dressed in a white dress, looked like a woman with a very, very, very good temperament, covered with a thin veil, and couldn't see the face behind the veil at all, and this woman seemed to be ...... It seems to be beyond the True Yuan Realm.

The true Grandmaster realm exists.

What the hell.

It's beyond the limits of thinking.

In front of the entrance of the cave, there was a sea of people, completely silent, and there was no sound of breathing.

Originally, Wang Feng was inexplicably ridiculed, and he wanted to say a word!

But at this moment, after seeing the sudden six people, he shut up directly.

Trembling slightly.

Even, even the body is slightly bent, and there is a taste of bowing.

"This stele is called Wuyi Stele. "The masked woman in white, like a fairy, gives people an indescribable ethereal temperament between her gestures, even if she is as beautiful as the moon, at this moment, in terms of temperament, she is suppressed, the woman in white is barefoot and masked, barehanded, moving with the shadow, her body floating, and came to the field.

"If you want to leave a name on the martial arts stele, you not only need to depict your name on the stele one by one, but also need to leave your own martial arts artistic conception, otherwise, even if the name is engraved on the stele, in the blink of an eye, it will be smoothed by the stele itself, and it is not considered a success in leaving a name. The woman in white said again.

I see.

"This ...... This girl, I don't know where you're from?" Wang Feng was a little flattering and flattering.

"Hang Kunlun!" the masked woman said lightly.

And then.

In the audience, almost everyone raised their heads fiercely.

The eyeballs are about to fly out.

"Hanging Kunlun ?!!!"

How can it be?

In Kunlun Mountain, there are indeed rumors: 10,000 years ago, Kunlun Mountain was cut by a divine thunder that fell from the sky.

Since then, Kunlun Mountain has been divided into two.

Half, in the territory of China.

The other half, weirdly gone.

In ancient books, there are some vague records, saying that half of Kunlun Mountain is suspended in the void near the current Kunlun Mountain, suspended, called Hanging Kunlun.

These claims have long been regarded as rumors.

No one takes it seriously.

Where to know......