Seeing that the cultivation of the ghost hunt slowly improved in the violent fluctuations, from the first level of the qi sensing period to the third level of qi sensitivity, the corners of Zuo Feng's eyes jumped slightly unconsciously, and the smile on his face slowly converged.

The appearance of the ghost hunt was not bad, but its original appearance could no longer be seen under its gloomy temperament and sloppy dress. When he once fought with Zuo Feng on the street, his appearance as a scribe was quite bookish.

But now the ghost catches, the hair is flying everywhere under the fluctuations of the aura, and the face that is revealed is even more hideous and terrifying, or the big blood vessels on the face are convex and wriggling on the skin, or all kinds of intertwined bright red blood vessels, which are distributed in almost every position on the skin.

Zuo Feng could barely accept this disgusting appearance, but there were already some girls in the stands who couldn't help but turn pale after seeing it, and some even directly stroked their chests and turned their heads, spitting out breakfast in one go.

There were only the group of martial artists from the ghost family present, and there were a few super powerhouses who had reached the cultivation period, and what they cared about was not the change in the appearance of the ghost catcher, but the change in the aura of the ghost catcher.

"No matter what the result is this time, I'm afraid that the ghost hunt will not be able to break through in a short period of time, it seems that this genius boy of the ghost family can already be excluded from our field of vision. ”

Su Lan's eyes narrowed, watching the changes in the aura around the ghost catcher, and said with a light smile. In the eyes of the Su family and the Yao family, the ghost family has never been an easy family to deal with, and it has been fighting and fighting in the dark over the years.

Ni Tianju nodded slowly, and he agreed with Su Lan's words, but his gaze was swimming in the left wind.

"Shen Feng was able to force the ghost hunt to this point, logically speaking, he has already won the competition, and I believe that the empire will not be able to disobey this result. But the ghost hunt uses such a method, obviously to die, I'm just worried about ......"

Hearing Ni Tianju's words, Kang Yishan also immediately said: "That's right, I'm also worried about Shen Feng's little friend, and so far it has been a result." But if the ghost catcher kills Zuo Feng here, then the success or failure of life and death, and the victory will most likely be awarded to the ghost catcher, after all, the blockage on the ghost catcher is too huge. ”

As Kang Yishan spoke, his eyes couldn't help but look at an empty platform at the edge of the square, where three old men in gorgeous costumes were sitting upright.

Those three people were the people of the Imperial Lord, and it was one of the three of them who had just announced the start of the competition, and the result of the competition was finally announced by the three of them. Looking at the posture, these three people are obviously secretly betting on the ghost catcher, and if the result is difficult to judge, these three people will obviously stand on the side of the ghost catcher.

Su Lan also looked in that direction, nodded and said, "These three old guys dare to violate the rules of the arena, and this matter must be decided by the lord of the country in the future." However, at the moment, this Shen Feng can only face the ghost hunt, and it seems that there is little hope of winning now. ”

As the marshal of the Su family, Su Lan remembers more about the interests of the family, and everything is based on the interests of the family. Although Ni Tianju is also a handsome man of a super family, he is a handsome man with a foreign surname, especially Ni Tianju attaches more importance to friendship, because of Yao Qiu'er's relationship, he is also more concerned about Zuo Feng's life.

Kang Yishan is very the head of the family, but he is not a super family, so the two handsomes are on an equal footing with him, and when facing the heads of these two families, they will be a head shorter than each other.

Ni Tianju, who was more concerned about Zuo Feng, hesitated for a moment and said, "Since the battle has come to this point, Marshal Su Lan also agrees that there is a result now. Then I think if Shen Feng is in danger, we might as well save him, then the worst result of this competition is a draw. ”

Su Lan couldn't help frowning when he heard this, but he thought of some secrets that Zuo Feng had mastered, about the independent space in the Linshan Pavilion formation, and he also nodded reluctantly.

Seeing that the two marshals had made a decision, Kang Yishan did not interject, and he naturally cared more about Zuo Feng's safety. If he can, he doesn't want Zuo Feng to be hurt in any way, and it is best to be in the best condition to participate in the competition of the selection of medicines, because Zuo Feng represents the Kang family.

Just above the surrounding stands, many families and forces were quietly discussing this competition, which had no suspense, but it turned out to be so confusing.

Seeing that the cultivation of the ghost hunt gradually stabilized, the ghost hunt became even more hideous. This way of improving cultivation is very harmful to the body, and those big people can see this at a glance.

Although the third level of the Qi Sensing Period was the height he had reached, when he lowered his cultivation, it was equivalent to entering a trajectory, but forcibly returning to the original Qi Feeling Stage Level 3 was equivalent to forcibly jumping out of the inherent trajectory, so he also had to bear a considerable price.

But Ghost Hunt doesn't think about the "price" now, he only needs the result now, get the victory, and kill the opponent.

There was a distance between the two, which was the distance he subconsciously avoided when the ghost hunter's arm was injured before. This distance is for the speed of the ghost catcher, you can easily dodge the sneak attack of the left wind, and if you escape too far, it is as if you are scared by the other party and ready to give up the fight.

Slowly stretching out his thin palm, he tore off his shirt, revealing a set of tights underneath the black robe.

Zuo Feng watched the other party take off his robe, and then his eyes fell on the other party's metal belt for a moment. The belt looked very tough, and just by looking at it, you could tell that it should be a weapon, almost a weapon that has reached the level of an artifact.

The right arm that was stabbed by the fingers of the left wind wave was like a limp dead snake at this moment, swaying randomly on the right side of the body with the movement of the left wind.

Although the ghost hunt doesn't want to care about the right hand that has almost been "abolished" at this time, the awkwardness and aggrieffment that the right hand can't use is unconsciously breeding in my heart.

He gritted his teeth and crunched, reaching out and pressing heavily on the metal belt around his waist. He wore a fist glove on the palm of his hand, and when the fist crest was buckled on his belt, the sound of "sonorous" was endless.

With a crisp "click" sound, the belt suddenly straightened up, and it turned out to be a long sword worn around his waist after being bent.

Zuo Feng's eyes froze slightly, and then a strange smile appeared.

'I originally thought that this ghost hunt would be the strongest enemy I had ever encountered in my life, but who would have thought that this would be the result, it seems that everything started with Master Na Chu, after he let me enter the spiritual extreme realm. ’

Zuo Feng unconsciously thought in his heart that what happened in the Spiritual Extreme Realm realm, Zuo Feng thought that he might fall into the worst nightmare, but in the end, he became the worst nightmare of ghost hunting.

Now the opponent no longer uses the gloves, but takes out the long sword at his waist, which is obviously another weapon he is good at.

However, Zuo Feng is now looking at the good weapon he can have, at least he wants to try how powerful this newly repaired Wind Disc Dragon Stick is.

Zuo Feng's smile looked in the eyes of the ghost catcher, it was a kind of naked mockery, a mockery of his state at this time.

The aura of the ghost hunt was vented out without reservation, and the surface of the long sword immediately glowed with a turquoise luster under the infusion of the aura of the ghost catcher.

That is the inherent characteristic of the wood attribute aura, this long sword can absorb the aura and change the appearance, it is obviously a true artifact, but Zuo Feng can't judge the specific quality level of the opponent's weapon.

But Zuo Feng didn't care what level it was at, Zuo Feng just smiled and grabbed his waist under his robe.

The corpse step was fully displayed, and the cultivation was three levels higher than the ghost catcher, plus without the huge black robe, his speed was several levels faster than before, and the afterimage of the running was left behind, and the ghost catcher ran towards the left wind with the long sword in his hand.

On the surface, Zuo Feng looks like an old god, but he doesn't miss any details of the other party in his eyes. The body of the ghost catcher is still straight like a wooden stick, but the swing of the two hips still has a slight change.

When Zuo Feng saw this scene, he was slightly relieved in his heart. The previous competition completely relied on the experience in the spiritual extreme realm, and with this experience, he was able to anticipate the enemy's opportunities.

But now all the opportunities are gone, and you can only rely on your own observation and judgment. At this time, the ghost hunt chose to take off his robe, exposing the subtle movements of his two hips to Zuo Feng's eyes, and with the small movements of the opponent's elbows, he could also predict the opponent's next move in advance.

The Ghost Hunt sword unfolded, and as it rushed to the left wind, the sword was raised diagonally to the upper right along the lower part of his left hand.

This sword move is not complicated, but then the momentum is unleashed, and with the sword style, it is much faster than splitting and slashing, and the angle is even more difficult to judge accurately.

However, Zuo Feng did not panic at all, his wrist shook slightly, and there seemed to be a spiritual snake wrapped around his body, and suddenly a long black whip appeared in Zuo Feng's hand.

It's just that this long whip still looks a little different from the ordinary soft stool, and when the long whip flies out, there is a strong wind blowing around Zuo Feng's body in an instant.

Behind the two ghost paintings of the two warriors in the audience, a man wearing a hat suddenly raised his head, and with a hint of shock in his eyes, he looked at the weapon in Zuo Feng's hand.

This man's slender eyes opened slightly, and there was a sparkle blooming in his eyes, this person was Hu San of the Bloodthirsty Hall.

At this moment, he looked at the long whip in Zuo Feng's hand, and said unconsciously: "How can there be such a similar taste, but it is completely different, how can it be." ”