Chapter Seventy-Four: An Undercurrent Surges
"Gathering Lightning Strike! Transform into a sword! ”
Zhou Feng's hands formed a complex handprint, and then a dark purple sword appeared at Zhou Feng's fingertips, looking at the wind phoenix standing on the side, Zhou Feng also had a thought.
Suddenly, Fenghuang's golden eyes seemed to blink slightly, and then the same handprints as Zhou Feng's were formed on both hands, and a golden thunder sword also appeared on Fenghuang's slender palm.
Looking at its power, it is obviously more amazing than the small sword in Zhou Feng's hand.
"Go!"
Zhou Feng didn't hesitate, and with a wave of his arm, he stabbed the small sword on his fingertips into the distance, fused with the golden little sword in Feng Huang's hand, and directly smashed a hill in the distance!
The civet cat outside the courtyard, who was enjoying drinking spirit wine, looked at the hill where the rocks rolled down in the distance, and couldn't help but look at Zhou Feng in the room.
It was an extremely strong coercion, and now it was only in the form of transformation, but it made the spirit cat not have the slightest suspicion, even if it was a strong person in the spirit realm, he would not get anything cheap in the hands of Zhou Feng today!
"What a pervert!"
"Maybe in a few years, even if it's the cat master, you won't be the opponent of the big brother!"
The ancient dragon snake is also a pair of snake pupils, looking at the collapsed hill in the distance with some incredulity, the ancient dragon snake still clearly remembers that when it and Zhou Feng first met in the barren wind mountain, the latter was only a rookie who was only in the crystallization realm!
But now, less than two months have passed, and Zhou Feng has jumped from the Crystal Transformation Realm to the point of transforming into a form!
Zhou Feng glanced at the collapsed hill in the distance with satisfaction, and then walked out of the room with Xiao Xiyue and Fenghuang.
Fenghuang is no different from a normal person now, so Zhou Feng also does not plan to let it turn into the form of the Yuanling Pagoda, let her live in the human world, maybe there will be further improvement in spiritual intelligence.
It's just that what makes Zhou Feng have a headache is that Fenghuang is too amazing, once his true face is exposed, I don't know how many men will be fascinated.
Seeing Zhou Feng walk out, the civet cat also subconsciously looked at Fenghuang standing next to Zhou Feng, and couldn't help but sigh and said stupidly.
"If this were my clan's! That must be the master's woman! It's a pity that it's cheap, you kid! ”
Zhou Feng was also choked by anger when he heard this, how to say that Fenghuang is also a trace of Yuanshen containing a white phoenix, this damn cat actually dared to hit the idea of Fenghuang, and kicked the civet out with a direct kick.
Xiao Xiyue also smiled prettyly, and looked at the deflated civet a little mischievously and said teasingly.
"Big Sex Cat! Punched! ”
The civet cat also looked a little ugly when he heard this, and immediately made a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
"The cat is just appreciating! Are you concerned? ”
Zhou Feng was also too lazy to pay attention to this damn civet, and then said.
"I'm going to the Six Kings Hall to participate in the tryouts in the next few days, and you guys are waiting for me here."
Now it has been five days since Zhou Feng arrived in the Six Palaces City, and two days ago, someone sent Zhou Feng information about the opponent of this selection competition, as Zhou Feng expected, all those who can be qualified to participate in the selection competition are geniuses in ten thousand, and three of them make Zhou Feng feel a little tricky.
Yuan Qi of Xiaoling City, Yuan Ping, the main hall of the Six Kings Palace, and Hai Mei'er, the young sect master of the Heavenly Spirit Sect!
This time, the selection competition was much more difficult than Zhou Feng thought, this is just a person with statistics, in the millions of territories in the northern region of Yuanling, there is no shortage of dark horses!
Zhou Feng walked out of his courtyard and, under the leadership of the guards, came to the main hall of the Hall of the Six Kings.
The specifications of these six kings hall are even more luxurious and magnificent than the nine kings' palace.
In front of the main hall is still a golden unicorn carved in gold, guarding here.
When Zhou Feng came to the Hall of the Six Kings, it was already crowded with people, including some nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes, and some followers who were not weak in strength were followed by him.
Suddenly!
The door of the Hall of the Six Kings slowly opened, and one of the old men in golden robes glanced at it with deep eyes, and the crowd below nodded with great satisfaction, and then said in a loud voice.
"Put your name tags in front and we'll make the schedule according to the draw!"
When everyone heard this, they also sent their respective famous brands to a big tripod in front of them.
And Zhou Feng was not in a hurry to hand over the brand, but kept scanning the surroundings with his eyes to find out the strength level of the participants.
"Hmmm! Where is that guy! ”
Next to Da Ding, a young man in white also saw Zhou Feng standing below, and instantly a wave of killing intent hit Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng couldn't help but stop when he had just taken a step, and then his eyes stared at the man in front of him.
This man in white is not a stranger, but a man who came to Zhou Feng's courtyard a few days ago to provoke and was left by Zhou Feng.
Looking at the man's breath, it was obvious that the injury that day had actually healed, but Zhou Feng didn't care about it, if he could hurt him once, he could hurt him a second time, so Zhou Feng also ignored the man's cruel gaze, and then turned to leave.
The man in white saw that Zhou Feng didn't take him seriously at all, and his face turned a little red with anger, but he also knew that he was not Zhou Feng's opponent, so he had no choice but to forcibly endure the anger in his heart.
A brocade-robed man standing in the attic on the third floor of the Six Kings Palace, with a pair of deep eyes that seemed to look at Zhou Feng's disappearing back with some playfulness, immediately smiled slightly.
"Is that little guy the representative of the Nine Kings Palace? It's not very good! ”
The man is none other than Yuan Ping, the eldest son of the current Lord of the Six Kings Palace.
And the girl standing next to him, Hai Mei'er, was wearing a purple dress, and there was a high-level Yuan Crystal in her white palm.
Said softly with a smile.
"Young hall master, don't underestimate him, I heard that the men sent by that person were all seriously injured!"
Yuan Ping was also a little surprised when he heard this, and looked at Hai Mei'er and said casually.
"Looks like you're not confident in me!"
Hai Mei'er also smiled when she heard this, and then slowly stretched out her slender and white palm and gently held Yuan Ping's hand, and said softly in a soft voice.
"Why! The demeanor of the young hall master is something that can be shaken by ants! ”
Looking at the smiling beauty, Yuan Ping's somewhat cold expression also eased a little, but in his deep eyes, a sense of murderous intent emerged.
"The Nine Kings Hall is about to be removed, and I guarantee that the Heavenly Spirit Sect will be the ninth king of my Yuan Spirit Domain in the future."
Hai Mei'er also smiled even more charmingly when she heard this, and her head gently leaned on Yuan Ping's shoulder, and Yuan Ping smelled the fragrance of the beautiful woman's hair and there was a dangerous arc on the corner of her mouth.