After resting for several days, the winner was determined in the first round of the battle, after all, there were too many people participating in the competition, and people from various empires in the entire Martial Arts Continent came.

Li Tian, Tu Gang, and Xing Kui also participated in the Panlong Conference, but not surprisingly, except for Tu Gang, who successfully advanced, the other two all hit the street.

Their physique and inheritance can be ranked among the acquired physiques on the entire continent, but they are too young after all, and the oldest Tu Gang is only twenty-one or twelve, and they are still several years short of cultivation time compared to most twenty-five-year-olds, and it is normal for them to lose.

Strength is not only talent and potential, time is also an important factor, I don't know how many Tianjiao, because the years are not enough, not as good as some ordinary martial artists, when they have not grown up, they are killed, this kind of example abounds on the mainland.

But although defeated, it is a good thing, although they were still modest, but still with pride, this failure, really let them smooth out the pride in their hearts, the glory of their ancestors, or the glory of their predecessors, has nothing to do with them, they are just a group of good people, standing in the sky to lead others at the starting line, but hard work is a shortcut, can be added to the speed of catching up, if they are complacent because of this, the achievement is afraid that it will not be high.

And Wu Ran has stayed in the palace for the past few days, his father Wu Hao has entered a state of retreat, if he does not break through the Martial Sect within two years, his life span will be gone.

To be honest, Wu Ran was very worried in his heart, even if he knew his father's talent, it should not be too difficult to succeed, but he could not calm down in his heart, many Tianjiao were stuck at the peak of the Martial Emperor's Nine Grades, and even his combat power was comparable to that of a master who had just entered the Martial Sect, but he couldn't break through, and in the end, he regretted that his life was exhausted and his body was gone.

But no matter how worried he is, he can't change anything, and the more he thinks about it, the more uneasy he becomes, but fortunately, he has Murong Ling's company.

Although Murong Ling had to pretend to be unconscious and couldn't move around at will, she could still move around at will in the back garden of the palace.

With Murong Ling's comfort, Wu Ran felt a lot better, a period of warmth is essential, and it is not a real marriage, but the relationship is heating up quickly, hugging and hugging, kissing the mouth, it is like a common thing, nothing else, Wu Ran does not dare to be outstanding, maybe he wants to give Murong Ling a perfection.

However, I have to say that Murong Ling's cultivation has actually broken through the martial arts, and Murong Ling herself doesn't know what kind of physique she is, but she can be valued by the Ethereal Sect, and she doesn't think it's an ordinary physique.

Wu Ran, who had rested for a few days, was still in a comfortable mood, but the second round of the Panlong Conference had already started for a day, and it was not his turn for the time being.

But it was also soon, and his battle was in the afternoon, and when he came to the ring, there was silence on the field.

I saw a woman standing on the stage, and a man half-kneeling on the ground, with a fanatical expression.

The woman was wearing a red gauze, barefoot and jade-footed, her black hair was scattered, and her delicate appearance had a charming smile and an indescribable temptation.

The woman seemed to be saying something, and the smile on her face became more and more charming, and the man suddenly shouted out the words of admitting defeat.

The woman smiled playfully at the sky and on the clouds, and bowed her body to the younger salute.

Surprisingly, the old man sitting upright smiled and nodded at her.

"The demon concubine of No. 730 won, please leave the stage as soon as possible"

The demon concubine Xuan jumped, just like her surname, and floated off the stage, causing a group of men's wolf howls, and even Wuran was a little distracted, but she soon sobered up.

Wuran secretly said that no matter how beautiful a woman is, it is impossible to affect his mind, after all, with Murong Ling by his side, coupled with a few years of waste, his heart is much firmer than ordinary people, even so, he still has the idea of kneeling and licking just now, I have to say that this demon concubine Xuan is powerful.

"In the next game, the Wuran of No. 555 will fight against Ji Feng of No. 534," the middle-aged man in the green robe said coldly.

Hearing this, he jumped on the stage, and a white-robed man appeared opposite him at the same time, holding a long sword, glowing with a little starlight, not like an ordinary product.

"Brother Wu is polite, I watched you on the field to compete, the little fat descendants are talented and not bad, but they were so scared by Brother Wu that they admit defeat, so when Brother Wu will meet, please show mercy to his subordinates" The white-robed man Ji Feng held his sword and arched his hand towards Wuran, with a gentle smile on his face, his temperament was like a Confucian student, with a little extravagance.

"Brother Ji Miao, Sun Youcai just doesn't want to spend too much true qi to fight with me, if it really fights, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support it, but Brother Ji will have to show mercy to his subordinates later, let him be under him" Of course, Wuran will not take his subordinates' mercy as a real matter, this is just a humble word, Ji Feng's cultivation is the peak of the six grades of martial arts, and it is two small realms higher than himself.

"Brother Wu is too humble, I'm curious about your imposing martial arts, I don't know which of us has more powerful imposing coercion"

Ji Feng drew his long sword, and his body was filled with fiery yellow light, and his momentum was compelling.

Wu Ran stood in front of Ji Feng, this pressure surged, and he almost knelt on the ground without being pressed.

Wu Ran hurriedly made a move, the soul devouring halberd appeared in his hand, the murderous aura on his body surged, his hair flew, and a murderous aura rushed towards Ji Feng, Ji Feng chuckled, and the long sword groaned lightly, dispersing this murderous aura, but the compelling momentum was also a meal, a smile hung on the corner of Wu Ran's mouth, his figure flashed, the long halberd in his hand waved, and the 'Tyranny Warrior' body trembled, and the cultivation was promoted to the peak of the martial arts five-grade, and a halberd hit Ji Feng's chest.

It's very strange to say, when in the samurai realm, Wu Ran can increase the 'greedy wolf' by one or two grades, and when he reaches the martial artist, he can still increase by almost one or two grades, and it can only be said that the secret method of this killing body is peculiar.

Ji Feng was a little surprised, as soon as the long sword turned, he wanted to bounce away the halberd blade, but suddenly his body sank, he felt a coercion like he exerted his momentum oppression, and the feeling of fleeing without a fight actually rose in his heart.

Ji Feng was lightly surprised, the true qi in his body was running rapidly, and after flicking off the halberd, he also released his own air pressure, and finally felt a lot better, but there were still some distracting thoughts in his brain.

"Brother Wu's martial arts can actually overwhelm me, but next, Brother Wu should be careful" Ji Feng was affectionate and dignified, but with a hint of fanaticism and excitement.

"Tempest Sword Formation"

Ji Feng threw out nine long swords at once, swirling in the sky, enveloping Wuran, and at the same time, his hand flipped over and over, and the true qi on his body swelled.

Seeing this, the secret path was not good, and the figure hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

"Disease" Ji Feng stretched out his palm, pointed at Wuran, and the circling long sword was inserted around Wuran, and the sword qi shrouded towards Wuran.