When he finished the game, although there were cheers and shouts from the audience, Chen Wu's hands and feet were weak and sore, and he did not have the joy of winning at all......

That's right, he won a game on behalf of the Northland, and defeated a mid-congenital master of the imperial capital who took the light spirit route with his family heirloom Shaking Mountain Gong.

But he also won very reluctantly, and he still has a sense of unreality in fright.

The feeling of being mentally suppressed at all times and being led by the nose by the opponent is really too bad.

He understood that it was a mental attack from the opponent, whether it was his father or the third child, he had mentioned it to him, but he didn't face it in person, and he was always a little dismissive.

Fortunately, the guy who faced him this time, the number of martial arts was restrained by his mountain-shaking skill, and the power of the spiritual attack was not very good, otherwise it would not be easy to win.

But that's the case, if he is against again, he still doesn't have much chance of winning.

Such a judgment made him feel quite bad......

Before, I saw that the Flying Fox Path was a master of the inner family's boxing and Danjin, and the innate master who followed the eldest prince, and they were very happy to fight, and I thought that their strength was just like that, who knows......

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the area where the third brother Chen Ying was, and his mood was indescribably bored and heavy.

The strength of the Flying Fox Trail is very strong......

Chen Ying turned around with a feeling, and happened to see the figure of the second brother Chen Wu a little embarrassed.

Tut!

How powerful his divine soul perception ability was, the casual glance of the second brother Chen Wu immediately attracted his attention.

After a little pondering, I understood the mood of the second brother at this time......

It should be, I have personally experienced the means of the innate masters of the imperial capital, and I am a little more curious about the Flying Fox Path Danjin master, or I am afraid of it.

Chen Ying naturally doesn't care about this!

The second brother Chen Wu didn't know that on the way from the Flying Fox Path to the Northland City, the ten Dan Jin masters who accompanied him were pulled by Chen Ying and Ling Feng to practice almost every day.

Chen Ying naturally will not be stingy and oppress with spiritual momentum, and after a long time, the ten Danjin masters are used to it.

This is the main reason why they are not affected by the opponent's spiritual aura when they compete with the innate masters of the imperial capital.

The spiritual aura of a warrior is closely related to the power of the divine soul.

Looking at the entire competition venue, who can pat their chests and guarantee that the power of the divine soul can be stronger than Chen Ying?

As long as the spirit is not affected, the strength of the Qi and Blood Strength attack power of the Inner Family Fist is no worse than the True Qi Method.

These may be seen by the eldest prince sitting on the high platform, the cheap father Chen Longcheng, and a master at the peak level of the congenital level, but it does not include the second brother Chen Wu.

Gossip aside, the second brother Chen Wu is a young master in the Northland, ranking fifth.

Even he has appeared, and there are only a few competitions in the next competition.

What made the bigwigs in the north unhappy was that the hundreds of innate masters who followed the eldest prince over had less than thirty shots!

This Nima is really embarrassing for the warriors of the Northland......

Fortunately, Chen Longcheng, the first powerful town in the north, had no other thoughts, and the eldest prince did not act aggressively, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

But no matter how awkward you feel in your heart, the remaining few games still have to go on.

At this time, the young masters of the Northland who appeared on the stage had reached the late stage of congenital strength, and they were the real backbone pillars.

But the hundreds of innate masters around the eldest prince don't know if their morale is too high, or if they have won all the way from the imperial capital, and their confidence is inflated, and it is still the mid-congenital martial artists who take the initiative to end the game.

Now, it was finally the turn of the Northland warriors to raise their eyebrows......

The three congenital late stage martial artists who appeared after each lost three or four imperial capital innate martial artists in a row, and only then did they lose because of the lack of succession.

Their performance made the Northland boss sitting on the high platform look a lot better.

At least, the innate masters who came from the imperial capital are about to reach half of the appearances, which is not bad.

At least, compared to other state capitals, it's not a one-sided situation.

"Boss, it's my turn, look at me!"

Here, Ling Feng held a horizontal knife made of stainless steel, greeted Chen Ying, and his body jumped up suddenly, like a big peng spreading its wings and flying into the competition venue.

Without waiting for the late innate master of the imperial capital who planned to defend to react, a sharp sword light instantly crossed several zhang of the void and stopped in front of the opponent's neck impartially.

The other party didn't even have time to react, only to feel that in the face of a howling moon wolf, a terrifying power instantly enveloped his whole body, and before he could react, he felt a chill in his neck.

Suddenly came back from the illusion, depressed to find that he had been defeated.

The originally noisy military camp was suddenly quiet!

I thought there was a dragon fight, but who knew that the victory and defeat would be divided so quickly!

Good!

The audience cheered endlessly, and everyone seemed to come alive from a static state.

On the high platform, the eldest prince was no longer as relaxed as before, and felt a lot of threat from Ling Feng, and said in a condensed voice: "I don't want to have such a master in the north, I don't know who this person's surname is, and where is it from?" ”

What can make him feel threatened is that there are fewer people he has seen along the way.

They are all powerful and powerful, and even the royal family cannot easily target the existence of bigwigs, such as Chen Longcheng, the prince of Zhenbei next to him.

But Chen Longcheng is a top master who has been famous for many years, and it is not surprising that he has such strength.

Like young masters everywhere, none of them can give him a second look, let alone give him a great sense of threat.

"This is the first master of the young generation in the Northland, the Flying Fox Trail leader Ling Feng, who is known as the sword maniac!"

Chen Longcheng smiled lightly and replied softly.

I was also quite surprised in my heart, I didn't want Ling Feng's martial arts to be so strong.

Even he sensed a lot of threat, which shows the strength of Ling Feng's martial arts.

reacted, but his heart was quite comfortable, and the group of innate masters from the imperial capital had fun watching it.

"Flying Fox Trail Lingfeng, it turned out to be him!"

The eldest prince said lightly, and Chen Longcheng's face became a little ugly.

"I heard of this, but it's an interesting existence!"

didn't care about the sentence just now, how much information was revealed, the eldest prince said leisurely with blazing eyes: "I just don't know, what level of specific strength has reached?" ”

Ling Feng's name, he had naturally heard it a long time ago.

Especially the experience of this guy, there is a lot of luck in the body.

Existences like this deserve the special attention of the Great Prince.

Coming from the imperial capital and passing through the state capital, it is not uncommon to encounter such an existence.

All of them have amazing luck and strength, and they can burst out with amazing combat power every time.

It's a pity that the existence of some state capitals has not yet fully grown, and the existence of some state capitals is not welcomed by the mainstream society and has become an outlier who cannot see the light.

Although it was difficult to deal with such an existence, no one could give him a premonition of danger, and Ling Feng was still the first one.

Chen Longcheng quickly reacted and returned to his usual calm.

If the eldest prince didn't make any preparations in advance and collect information about the young masters of the Northland, it would be really stupid.

Obviously, Ling Feng had already entered the Great Prince's field of vision......

At this moment, the astonishing sword aura that suddenly appeared in the field suddenly attracted his attention.

I saw that Ling Feng did not play his cards according to common sense, and after the late stage masters of the imperial capital who had been taken by him with one sword retreated, he suddenly flew up and swung out with a volley.

A fiery red sword qi that was three zhang long roared out, and in an instant, a deep ditch more than ten meters long was drawn on the chaotic test field.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Feng's arrogant and domineering voice sounded: "If you don't have that ability, don't be embarrassed, I'm not in the mood to play with you!" ”

In a word, the congenital late-stage masters who came from the imperial capital were all angry enough.

Nima, who is this looking down upon?

Immediately, there was a hot-tempered, strong congenital late stage master, holding a sword and flying into the field, without saying a word, the sword light flashed, and the sword qi in the sky was like a dark cloud, unceremoniously swept towards Ling Feng.

"The light of rice grains, dare to compete with the bright moon?"

Chen Ying sneered, and the horizontal knife in his hand suddenly flicked up, instantly turning into a ray of light, cutting into the rain of swords, and his figure became blurred.

The next moment, I heard a loud sound of gold and iron, and a cold and flickering sword flew out of his hand.

Ling Feng's figure flew backwards in a dashing manner, the horizontal knife in his hand had been sheathed, and his face was full of playfulness and teased: "Is it still comparable?" ”

What a fart?

The late stage master of the imperial capital who was knocked away by the long sword in his hand in an instant was flushed with shame, and hurriedly took back the flying sword, and left the competition venue as if he had escaped.

This time, it's really embarrassing.

Some companions tried the law, but they turned out to be disgraced, which naturally made the other congenital late-stage masters from the imperial capital awe-inspiring, and they didn't dare to go up to find abuse easily.

"Okay, well, I don't want to have a strong opponent like Your Excellency in the Northland, and you still walk with a knife, then let me teach Your Excellency a trick!"

At this time, more than a dozen people stood aside, consciously one of the innate peak masters of the outer imperial capital separated by one zhang, and slowly walked to the competition venue while speaking.

It looked slow, but every step was a long distance, and the aura on his body swelled wildly, and when he arrived in front of Ling Feng, it was like a high mountain standing there.

When Chang Chang came out of the sheath of the thick-backed machete in his hand, a heavy aura hit his face, as if he wanted to suppress his spirit.

At this moment, Ling Feng's heart tightened, and his body seemed to be pressed against a small mountain, as if even his breathing became a little short.

Tsk, the warriors of the imperial capital are really extraordinary!

His eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly a sneer appeared, his body turned into green smoke in a trance, and a shining sword light instantly crossed a distance of several zhang and went straight to the vital point of the opponent's neck.

"Good time!"

The eyes of the majestic swordsman on the opposite side lit up violently, and his figure suddenly rose from the ground, like a goshawk leaping, and the thick-backed machete in his hand flew out with a heavy power that was fierce and unstoppable, almost groundbreaking.

Hum!

The horizontal knife in Ling Feng's hand rolled up halfway, instantly turning into a storm of sword light, and slammed into the thick-backed machete that fell from the sky, without the slightest intention of backing down......