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At tonight's banquet, the guests of the other two federations were held in the other two halls, and when Xiao Qiang appeared, because of the blockade of the fighting guild powerhouse, outsiders didn't know what was going on inside.

It wasn't until they saw the two people standing in the square that they realized that something good was going on.

On the ground, nearly a thousand guests formed a large circle, and the attic of the surrounding hall was crowded with people, and the guests who were drinking and feasting simply moved the wine table to the terrace and looked at the two people in the square condescendingly.

In front of the railing of the terrace on the second floor, a young man and an old man stood against the railing, and the two looked at Xiao Qiang, their eyes flashing with brilliance.

Zu Xiaofei couldn't help but admire: "I haven't seen him for a few months, Xiao Qiang seems to be improving again, I can't see through him anymore"

The protector of the Heavenly Tower, Xin Wuji's wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed: "If this seat didn't guess wrong, he probably understood the sword soul."

Zu Xiaofei's eyes shone like morning stars, becoming more and more bright, and he stood up involuntarily and muttered, "I really hope that person in the square is me."

Xin Wuji said solemnly: "Xiao Fei, don't underestimate the fourth son of the Yan family, he can definitely be Xiao Qiang's opponent." Although Yan Zhenfeng's reputation is not obvious, his strength is very strong, according to this seat, his cultivation is at least at the third intermediate level of the Linglu Realm, and in terms of the battle realm, it is not much worse than you and Xiao Qiang."

Zu Xiaofei said indifferently: "It's almost bad, cultivation can be improved through secret medicine, but the combat realm is comprehended after countless battles, the reason why Xiao Qiang and I have been able to defeat the strong with the weak many times is because the combat realm is a little higher, in fact, we are not weak, and they are not strong."

Xin Wuji was speechless, but he was not angry because of Zu Xiaofei's rebuttal, it was right for the young man to be a little sharp, and Zu Xiaofei was not wrong.

A cultivator of the Eastern Jue Federation. The biggest drawback is that the practice is regarded as an elegant thing, and there is a natural sense of rejection of bloody fights.

The result of this is that no matter how high their cultivation is, their combat realm is very poor, and once they reach the critical battle, their willpower will loosen, and they will finally end up defeated.

But Xiao Qiang is different, Xiao Qiang's cloth background. It is destined that if he wants to take the position, he can only fight his way out. Xiao Qiang also did the same, stepping on the bones of those so-called geniuses, step by step to today.

Because of this, Xiao Qiang's unique and bizarre temperament was formed, which deeply attracted Zu Xiaofei, and this was the past of the two sides to make an appointment.

It's a pity that Yan Zhenyun killed a Yan Zhenyun in the sky, and forcibly broke up this high-profile battle, which also made Zu Xiaofei lose a chance to surpass himself.

The conversation between Zu Xiaofei and Xin Wuji resonated with many cultivators around them. Although the people of the Northern Austrian Federation are arrogant, they also have to recognize Xiao Qiang's strength, although Xiao Qiang is their enemy, they must also respect the enemy.

Of course, this respect is somewhat because Zu Xiaofei's evaluation of Xiao Qiang is too high, which is in the bones of the Beiao people. is to look down on the Dongjue Federation.

On the square, Xiao Qiang and Yan Zhenfeng stood five meters apart, both of them looked calm and relaxed, did not urge the momentum, just quietly looked ahead, like two statues.

Wait until the square is completely silent. Yan Zhenfeng said coldly: "Xiao Qiang, you and I are both warriors, I will not show mercy."

Xiao Qiang was stunned and said indifferently: "You are not a few years older than me, so don't show off your qualifications, you are different from them, so I won't kill you." ”

Xiao Qiang said about them. Naturally, he refers to the other disciples of the Dongye Sect, and he said that if he does not kill Yan Zhenfeng, he is also responding to what the other party said, "I will not show mercy to my subordinates".

This kind of trick of regulating the breath and disturbing the opponent's mind in the battle is a piece of cake for Xiao Qiang, he is not afraid of soul attacks, and he will be afraid of Yan Zhenfeng's words

Yan Zhenfeng nodded Mu Ran, and suddenly urged the spiritual power in his body.

His body bloomed with a faint red light, and the red light gathered outside his body, flowing like flowing water, and in an instant, a purple-red spirit armor covered his body

His helmet was triangular in shape, resembling the head of a cobra, covered with fine scales that emitted a cold light, and two rows of jagged wings stretched down from his shoulders to his forearms, as if wielding two large saw blades.

The phantom of a purple electric red python circled around Yan Zhenfeng's body, and at the moment when the spirit armor was formed, the phantom suddenly drilled towards his chest, forming a clear python relief, blooming with red light

The "Innate Spirit Armor" rolled in a heat wave and lined up in all directions, and the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but retreat, and some people let out exclamations.

Generally speaking, the finalization of the spirit armor is closely related to the spirit element, Yan Zhenfeng is a descendant of the Yan family, and has the innate spirit element of the family inheritance, so his spirit armor and the innate spirit element are combined, which is far more powerful than the acquired one, so it is called the innate spirit armor.

And like Xiao Qiang, because his spirit element is acquired, even if the spirit armor is formed, the power will be greatly reduced, unless in the process of forming the spirit armor, the mystery of the spirit armor mutates, so that he can have a more powerful spiritual power armor.

Everyone looked at Yan Zhenfeng's spirit armor in a daze, and suddenly realized that Yan Zhenfeng's strength was the third in the Spirit Dew Realm

If they remember correctly, Xiao Qiang's strength didn't seem to have advanced to the Spirit Dew Realm a year ago, and no matter how strong he was, it would be impossible to rise in a year

However, although everyone has doubts, no one dares to say this in an affirmative tone, after all, Xiao Qiang is not an ordinary person, and his rise is too fast to be described by common sense.

Xiao Qiang was also admiring Yan Zhenfeng's spirit armor, his eyes kept flashing with brilliance, and suddenly his arm shook, and two thick black chains slipped down from his palms, and after falling to the ground, they stuck to the ground, buzzing, and burning.

As the mystery of the Fire God's Wrath was activated, two chains that flashed red light bounced up from the ground and quickly twisted into a giant sword more than two meters long, blooming with a bewitching red light

Everyone stared at Xiao Qiang's chains with wide eyes, and let out a sound of admiration, and the disciples of the Dongye Sect showed joy on their faces, and said in their hearts that Xiao Qiang's strength was really not in the third level of the Spirit Dew Realm, then he would definitely die

Yan Zhenyun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and couldn't help but mock: "With this bit of strength, you still want to fight with my eldest brother, Xiao Qiang, even if you regret it, it's too late."

Yan Zhenfeng, who summoned the spirit armor, was happy and worry-free, under the dark red python helmet, he looked at Xiao Qiang with cold eyes, and said: "Xiao Qiang, let you understand the mystery of the innate spirit armor."

As soon as the words fell, countless purple lightning bolts scurried all over his body, and the whole person turned into a phantom, swept away like lightning, and on the raised arms, the sharp sawtooth knife turned into two blood-colored knives, like the dorsal fin of a shark, whistling towards Xiao Qiang. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation