Ouyang Lin, who was in anger, seemed to have suddenly turned into a cheetah, and when the long sword was waved, the sword qi around his body suddenly became rich, and a faint blue-green mark slowly emerged out of thin air, as if a breeze swept over the clear water surface like a mirror, and the waves stirred. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, the appearance of these waves did not add to the tranquility in the space shrouded by sword qi, but instead an abnormal fury was faintly condensing, as if the black clouds before the storm were gloomy, making people feel dull and depressed.

Nie Feng's gaze trembled slightly.

Ouyang Lin's sword momentum shocked him from the bottom of his heart, because these sudden turquoise fluctuations seemed to have the same root and origin as the artistic conception of the trace of wind that he had comprehended, could this be another artistic conception?

After all, Nie Feng was not conceited, thinking that he was the only one in the same level who could comprehend the artistic conception, not to mention anything else, just the grandfather behind the other party who was proficient in martial arts was enough to bring him a cultivation opportunity that others could not imagine.

So at this moment, Nie Feng didn't have the slightest fear except for some worries in his heart, and even had a faint excitement unexpectedly, maybe this time he would really have the opportunity to compete with other artistic conceptions.

In fact, since he accidentally comprehended a trace of the artistic conception of the wind, he has always been very curious about this mysterious power, and he has always wanted to taste the taste and study it carefully, which is also a small wish that has been hidden in his heart for a long time, and he never imagined that it would be possible to realize it today!

It's just that what worries him is that if the other party uses the power of artistic conception to attack, he will naturally compete with the other party in an upright manner, but looking at his appearance, it is obvious that Ouyang Lin on the other side will not give up the magical footwork that gives him a headache, what should he do?

Suddenly, a light mosquito chirp sounded.

"You have to be careful, the kid opposite you seems to have mastered a little bit of the artistic conception of wood, this is one of the most mysterious powers, if the enemy is not reluctant, there is no shame in admitting defeat!"

Nie Feng couldn't help but raise his gaze, and the bearded elder at the referee's table was looking at this place with a worried look in his eyes, as if he was afraid that Nie Feng would make a mistake!

"This old man doesn't have any intentions for me, does he?"

Suddenly, a strange thought flooded Nie Feng's heart.