"The reward for martial arts is a ground-level martial art, in this case, ....." Yun Feng raised his feet and walked forward, muttering in his mouth.

.....

At this time, many martial cultivators gathered in a large courtyard, and a noisy and noisy noise sounded.

"Seven people, with Lan Ling, only the last person is left to gather nine people, thief God, why did there be so many perverts in this martial arts, I must fight for the eighth place!" In the crowd, a young man clenched his fists, stared at the front with his eyes, and whispered firmly.

"Brother, don't dream, this ninth quota has been basically determined, Qiankun is the eighth-layer cultivation of the Living Soul Realm, much more powerful than many family members, he has been standing there just now, not that he is not capable of fighting, but he disdains to compete, and now this last place is no longer his. When the person next to him heard it, he couldn't help but say.

"Rub it, thief God!" The man's face changed when he heard Qiankun's name, and after cursing, he walked towards the back lonely.

It turns out that the martial arts held by the city lord this time is different from the past in that in addition to the four major families here, disciples of other small families and martial artists without families can also participate, so the quota this time has also been changed, and they only have a few nine places.

Similarly, the city lord Nalan family, the Qing family, the Fei family, the Yuan family, the Wen family, and the four major families also have nine places each, and the fifty-four places selected represent the best young generation here, representing a kind of glory, and everyone looks up to it, and no one wants to be the focus of it.

It's a pity that the city lord Nalan family and the four families have already determined forty-five places, as for the remaining only nine places headed by Lan Ling, and at this moment, there are already eight people who have determined the places of place, so there is only the last place left, but it is this last place, everyone present already knows that they have not run away with Qiankun.

Qiankun was dressed in a blue robe, his figure was slender, but his muscles were full and round, and a cold aura surrounded him, at this time he walked towards the front step by step, and said lightly: "This ninth place is my Qiankun's ....."

When everyone heard this, their teeth itched with anger, and they really wanted to go up and beat his arrogant face, but when they carefully compared the gap between themselves and the other party, they could only sigh in their hearts, and it seemed that they were destined to be a spectator.

"It's really a waste that can't hold up the wall in the mud, and I don't even have the courage to fight for it, since I can't come up, then I'll go in!" Qiankun sneered, and then prepared to walk to the waiting room in front of him, where there were eight people sitting inside, it was Lan Ling and the seven people who were selected.

Everyone looked resentful, but they had no choice but to hold back the anger in their hearts and watch Qiankun walk into the waiting room step by step.

"Wait!" A calm voice came from the crowd, the crowd was shocked, and they all turned their heads to look at the person who spoke just now, only to see that he was a little soaked all over, and there was some mud in some places.

"You, let me wait?" Qiankun looked at Yun Feng coldly, swept his eyes, smiled mockingly, and continued to walk forward.

"I said, wait!" Yun Feng saw that Qiankun was gone, his face was puzzled, thinking that the other party didn't hear clearly, and shouted.

"Hmm, are you looking for death!" Qiankun turned around and said coldly.

"That's right, come on!" Yun Feng said with a smile, pulling out his worn-out iron sword and sticking it into the ground.

"The courage is commendable, and he has more backbone than these people, but when he met me, the price was very miserable!" Qiankun pretended to say, a big sword void spirit appeared above his head, and a strong spiritual power was released, blowing his soft black hair up.

Yun Feng's pupils shrank, the eighth layer of the Living Spirit Realm, if it was before, he might have to exert all his strength, but now that he is himself, his strength is not worth mentioning in front of him!

Yun Feng snorted coldly, held the palm of his hand, a blue-white sword appeared in his hand, a sword stabbed out, the cold cold light flickered, and then only a muffled snort was heard, Qiankun's body flew upside down backwards, and on the way to fly upside down, Qiankun spit out a mouthful of blood arrow with a shocked face, and finally fell to the ground, splashing a circle of dust.

"Ahem...."Qiankun got up and knelt on one knee, blood constantly being coughed up from his mouth and dripping to the ground.