In just a moment, Yin Changxian calmly retreated, looking at Zhao Feng with complicated eyes, but the distance was too far, and the others looked at the two as if they were silently looking at each other.

Zhao Feng's expression was calm, and he looked at Yin Changxian without a look.

On the high platform, Tingjian's brows were already wrinkled and couldn't be wrinkled anymore, and Su Huanyu beside him sighed faintly: "It's evil." ”

Zhao Feng stepped forward

After a sigh, ......he turned around and walked back to the middle of the meteorite platform.

The game of Group A is not over yet, Zhao Feng is meditating in place, waiting for the end of Group A, the referee doesn't know what to say when he sees Zhao Feng's posture, Yin Changxian did not return to the high platform, standing under the meteorite stage, quite a feeling of independence from the world.

Zhao Feng didn't know what Yin Changxian was, if she was using herself, the apology in her eyes just now was too true, if she was sorry for herself, Zhao Feng shook his head and cut off his thoughts, blaming no one else, only himself.

The game in Group A finally ended, and after the referee announced the winner, Zhao Feng slowly got up, took a breath, and was full of energy so that everyone present could hear what he was saying.

"Taichu Sword Sect, Zhao Feng, single match, please fight...... Someone is coming! ”

As soon as Zhao Feng's words came out, the audience was silent, what is he talking about at this time, provocative? Still really rely on it, although the scene just now was quite exciting, but no one felt that Zhao Feng was strong enough to say this, this is ...... Stupid brains?

On the spectator seat, more and more people opened their mouths to ridicule Zhao Feng's ignorance and arrogance, and the high platform was not silent, some of the power masters of the major sects frowned, some had gloomy faces, and some were full of ridicule.

Zhao Feng seemed to feel that the scene was not lively enough, and asked Lang Sheng again: "Can there be a fight?" ”

In the past, when Zhao Feng looked at those mortal scripts, he always felt that those were very angry, one person, one gun and one horse, standing in front of the thousand armies, shocking the other party and not daring to act rashly.

Unexpectedly, today, he, who is not a "general", is standing here, facing the world's immortal sect to say such a thing, Zhao Feng doesn't know what he is for, if it is said to be for the sake of stepping into the water, of course this limelight does not need to be out.

Zhao Feng looked at the faces of those sect bigwigs, but he was more excited in his heart, he thought...... War!

The referee in charge of the results of the competition seemed to have just reacted to what Zhao Feng had just said, and hurriedly climbed onto the meteorite platform, "No, no, this is not in accordance with the rules......"

"What's wrong, is there a winner in the end of this singles match, now I'm standing here, win me, just continue the singles game, no one can win, I'm the winner!"

Zhao Feng's tone was not shocked, but the words he said made people feel arrogant.

The first time he said it, the monk in the audience thought that Zhao Feng was just joking and was carried away by the beauty and boasted about Haikou, but the second time he said that, this is a bit intriguing, isn't he really planning to play this single game in a defensive way?

"The kid doesn't know the height of the sky, he dares to boast about Haikou, the disciples of the Central Continent, do you dare to come forward to fight!" Tie Tie, a force lord sitting on the high platform, spoke with a blue face.

"Fight! We can't make them small for the monks of our Central Continent! ”

"Fight, fight!"

After the power lord finished speaking, the entire meteorite platform was boiling, and the Tianxing Emperor glanced lightly at the master of the sect who had just spoken, and then the voice of the opening was like a bell echoing throughout the field: "What this little Taoist friend said is reasonable, since the results are all a winner, then it doesn't matter if the predecessors, I announced that the single match of the Continental Youth Tournament will be carried out in accordance with the way of guarding, and the first defender is you, Taichu Sword Sect, Zhao Feng!" ”

The referee saw that the emperor had already agreed, so naturally he would not be right, so he hurriedly spoke: "In the first game of the singles competition, guard, Taichu Sword Sect, Zhao Feng, can anyone provoke?" ”

"Me!" A hearty young voice came from under the meteorite stage, and when Zhao Feng turned to the direction where the voice came from, the person who responded to the battle was already standing in front of him.

What a speed!

Zhao Feng looked at the person, it was a man about the same age as him, and he had a good skin, but his face was full of anger, and Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows and didn't know where he offended him.

Although there may be no one here who doesn't know who it is, Zhao Feng still reported his name: "Taichu Sword Sect, Zhao Feng." ”

The man clenched his hands into fists: "Sword Interception Sect, Dian Bin." ”

Hearing this sect, Zhao Feng knew why he was so hostile to himself, he had just kicked the senior brother of the other family off the stage and injured their junior sister, resulting in some people now saying cool things to the Sword Interception Sect, and he naturally wanted to come back to the field.

After making sure the two were ready, the referee announced loudly: "The first game of the singles tournament, start!" ”

The last word of the referee has not been retracted, Dian Bin has already rushed over, the black sword light crossed, Zhao Feng raised his breath to dodge, but it was still a little slow, and the remaining bit of sword qi was scratched on Zhao Feng's face, and it also happened that this sword was in the same position as the sword wound that Zhao Feng received before.

I don't know if it's because of the sharp pain, Zhao Feng's face began to become indifferent, the rhythm that was originally unhurried also changed, and when he stepped down, his momentum turned sharply, and Dian Bin, who was full of anger, was the first to feel it.

Zhao Feng no longer circled like before, his attack began to be fierce, every sword regardless of angle or strength, made him frightened, just now in the audience, Dian Bin saw clearly, Zhao Feng's sword style is far from being as sharp as it is now, so, is it looking down on their Sword Interception Sect?

Thinking of this, Dian Bin no longer retained, the black sword brought out a phantom shadow, Zhao Feng did not avoid the battle, Dian Bin is strong, he is stronger than Dian Bin, Dian Bin is fast, he is faster than Dian Bin.

For a while, the monks who were watching the battle from the outside could only distinguish the positions of the two by the color of the sword, and Zhao Feng only felt that the internal breath and the sword Xuan were running rapidly.

There seems to be such a breath of qi in his heart, wanting to radiate it through his sword, Zhao Feng found a gap, and raised his qi to run the Futu Jue, he didn't have the opportunity to fight with a sword in the previous two years, so the Futu Jue has been staying at the second order, but after the changes in the internal breath and Jian Xuan just now, the Futu Jue naturally broke through to the third order.

Under the third-order Futu technique, Zhao Feng's sword qi consumption had dropped by two layers, and Dian Bin only felt that Zhao Feng seemed to be getting bigger and more fierce, and the sword qi exploded frantically as if he didn't want money.

Seeing that Dian Bin was invincible, he withdrew his body and prepared to open the three acupoints of reverse, but Zhao Feng didn't give him a chance, directly picked up his sword, and directly knocked Dian Bin off the stage with a backhand punch.

The disciples of the Sword Interception Sect hurriedly surrounded them, and a sound of breaking wind followed.

"Bell!" Dianbin's saber flew through the air and stuck it beside Dianbin.

Dian Bin was helped up by his fellow disciples, spit out a mouthful of blood, and when he looked up, he met Zhao Feng's eyes, which were full of fighting intent!

Breaking free from the support of his fellow disciples, Dian Bin reluctantly straightened up and clenched his fists: "I admit defeat." ”

Dian Bin was knocked down by Zhao Feng, naturally he lost, and his statement at this time was nothing more than telling others that he had lost, convinced, and when he saw Zhao Feng's eyes again, he knew that Zhao Feng didn't look down on them, but they really didn't have the qualifications to let him go all out.

"Next!" Zhao Feng continued to call the scene.

Chu Wuguo and Bu Lanshui frowned, counting Dian Bin, Zhao Feng had already fought with three people one after another, even if he had a Fu Tu Technique, then his consumption was not low, if he killed a leak at this time...

The two of them were worried, but Zhao Feng didn't feel it, he only felt that the qi in his body hadn't been dispersed yet, and he wanted to fight it! His eyes swept to the bottom of the ring, and after seeing an eagle-like eye again, he stopped, it was the second prince of the Heavenly Star Kingdom, Mu Qi, Mu Qi felt the battle intent in Zhao Feng's eyes, and his eyes lit up.

But before he could take the stage, he was pulled by the sleeve of the person behind him.

"Your Highness, I know you want to fight with him, but if you go up now, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's not good, if you win, you will be said to take advantage of people's danger, and if you lose, it's even more disadvantageous. His Royal Highness wants to fight, so he naturally has a chance, so it's better not to come out now. ”

After listening to the words of the person behind him, Mu Qi's brows were tangled together, if he wasn't the prince, he would definitely go up and have a good fight with Zhao Feng, but now he can't, this mainland youth tournament is too important to him, he can't spoil a big deal because of a momentary pleasure.

When Zhao Feng saw someone whispering to Mu Qi, he knew that Mu Qi would not play today, but fortunately, someone came on the field in time.

"Xiangshan Sect, Zhu San, please give advice!" A deep alto sounded behind Zhao Feng.

When Zhao Feng turned around, he saw a giant who "covered the sky and the sun", compared to this Zhu San, Zhao Feng was simply small.

"Please advise." Zhao Feng raised his sword and spoke.

Referee: "The second game of the singles match, start!" ”

Zhu San's weapon is a sledgehammer, and every time he swings it, the muscles on Zhu San's arms will protrude, and not only with the sound of breaking wind, but also with a faint sound of thunder.

Zhu San's style of play was so domineering, the sledgehammer he wielded formed a wall of wind around his body, and the Rachel that Zhao Feng hit was crushed by the wind before he was even close.

If it was according to the past, Zhao Feng would definitely use his own speed to find Zhu San's flaws to break, but now Zhao Feng just wants to cut out a few swords.

Zhao Feng stepped forward quickly, Zhu San smashed a hammer from top to bottom, and the thunder light on it formed a thunder light in the rapid fall, and Zhao Feng's sword was covered with water lines, and he actually wanted to resist this hammer.

"Boom!"

The disciples who were watching the battle seat at a close distance subconsciously covered their ears, the sound of this hammer was too loud, too heavy, and they didn't know whether it was smashed on the sword or the ground just by virtue of the sound.

In comparison, the monks around the Meteorite Platform and the people on the high platform saw it more clearly, and the hammer was indeed taken by Zhao Feng.

It's just that Zhao Feng, who took the hammer, was a little embarrassed, holding the hammer with both hands, and the water ripples on the sword almost dissipated.