Feng Zhiping slipped away quietly, Lu Zhongming felt something, moved a few steps quietly, interjected in a high-profile manner to provoke Xiao Yunfei, and took the initiative to help cover up.

Xiao Yunfei didn't want to deal with it, he couldn't stand Lu Zhongming's foul mouth, he wasn't quiet, he had always used his hands more than his mouth, and in a fit of anger, he didn't pay attention to the people around him It was really a fantasy, and he made a bold move.

Jing Si had long been hooked by resentment, Xiao Yunfei's move broke her last string, and the two of them attacked at the same time.

Leng Caiwei didn't want to participate, but Lu Zhongming pointed the finger at her again as if she was crazy, bluntly saying that she was flattering, first mixed with the empty Xuanren, and then ungrateful to admit the thief as a brother, regardless of the hatred of the same family's defeat and colluded with the initiator Xiao Yunfei.

The words made the two foreigners extremely embarrassed, not to mention Leng Caiwei?

Leng Da Beauty turned out to be a violent charcoal character, and suddenly the seven orifices were like thunder, and she killed her with a sword, no matter what sect you are, those surnamed Xiao and surnamed Lu are all enemies.

A scuffle broke out, Zong Zhengran and You Menghan did not participate, they swept the formation beside them, and their eyes glanced in the direction where Feng Zhiping left from time to time.

Feng Zhiping slipped away and they also saw it, although they didn't know what he was going to do, but they could guess it.

The two of them wanted to go with them, but after thinking about it, they put up with it.

Compared with his own curiosity, the friendship of the prince of the sword is undoubtedly more important, and the national war is imminent, and he can endure everything else.

The selection inside the Three Immortals Pagoda is in the final stage, and the same is true outside the pagoda.

Feng Zhiyou and Shen Kuo consumed a huge amount of money in the first battle, fortunately, he drew a few good lotteries one after another, first had two byes in a row, and the remaining opponents' cultivation was not much different from him.

With two more wins, he will make it to the finals and become one of the top 10.

Although this top ten has a lot of water, he still can't stop his heart from burning at the thought of being one of them.

The reason why I say that there is water is because the format and situation of the Kamizo period are very different from other divisions.

The Shenzang War is a new addition to this year's big competition, and it stands to reason that it should be rated at the same level as other competitions, but the Shenzang period is not a cabbage, there are not many people, there is one counted, either the master of a faction or an elder of a certain faction, and a small number of scattered cultivators are also big names in the rivers and lakes, all of whom are respected and powerful, and there are fewer who are willing to gamble on their personal reputation and sect prestige, so there are only more than 100 contestants in total.

These more than 100 people are still the court promised to reward and vigorously call to come, of which two percent are from the seven major factions, one percent belongs to Feng Zhiyou, Zhan Qianwu after the generals, the rest of the sects and want to get ahead of the scattered cultivation accounted for about half, the rest are selected by the imperial court from the army, these people are not bad, but most of the shots are too bold and not delicate enough, more suitable for the battlefield to have a coordinated fight, not very suitable for the ring to fight alone, so the elimination of the many.

There are not many masters who can really be called masters in the Shenzang War, almost all of them come from the seven major factions, such as Wu Benshan and Yi Cheng in Diancang Mountain, Song Hui and Xin Pan in the Black Bone Cliff, etc., such masters add up to less than ten, no matter how proud Feng Zhiyou is, he also knows that he is not as good as the Shenzang period and is far inferior to these people.

In fact, Shen Kuo is too, if it weren't for the accident, he should have lost that battle.

Relying on luck to get to the present, the glory of the top ten is in front of him, he doesn't feel blushing, because luck is also part of strength, he only knows that he must do his best, winning the championship is not the goal, squeezing into the top ten is victory.

At that time, he will be the first person of the new generation.

Luck allowed him to avoid strong opponents, but good luck would come to an end, and he would run into one of them in the next two fights, whether he wanted to or not.

Pulling out his own lottery, Feng Zhiyou didn't look at it immediately, he closed his eyes first, then opened them, looked down, and the head of the sign was bright red.

Who?

Feng Zhiyou turned his head to search, and not far away, Zhan Qianwu raised his head at the same time to search.

After a while, their eyes met, and both of them saw the sticks in each other's hands, with solemn expressions.

Among the rest, the two of them are the only remaining children of the family, and they are also recognized as rising stars.

There has always been a debate about which of the two is stronger or weaker, and before the game, they also thought about whether they would meet each other, but they didn't expect to meet until now.

She's still there?

Feng Zhiyou was secretly surprised, he didn't pay much attention to Zhan Qianwu, what he cared about was the woman next to her.

It's him!

Zhan Qianwu was full of fighting spirit, how many times someone asked her who was more powerful, she couldn't answer, and she couldn't go to Feng Zhiyou to fight for no reason regardless of her identity, so she could only laugh and pass, but in her heart, she had always had the intention of competing.

The first person of the new generation?

Not necessarily.

Zhan Qianwu sneered in her heart.

Many people only pay attention to Feng Zhiyou's strength, and ignore one thing, she broke through the Divine Treasure Period earlier than Feng Zhiyou, and from this point of view, she is the real first in her generation.

This is something that can't be helped, Tian Yuan is also a world of male superiority and female inferiority like Taishi, but it is not as serious as Taishi, which makes many people know that she is powerful and at the same time ignores her existence intentionally or unintentionally, of course, this is also inseparable from her low-key.

Low-key, this is Zhan Qianwu's evaluation of herself.

If Feng Zhiping heard it, he would definitely spit and sneer fiercely, but Zhan Qianwu thought so, in fact, she did not deliberately promote herself, and her prestige was "held" by the victims.

Now it's okay, the sky thunder is against the earth's fire, and the tip of the needle is against Maimang, she can finally fight with Feng Zhiyou on a fair occasion with reasonable reasons, she is very happy and excited, so that her aura swells to the point that people don't even notice it.

Feng Zhiyou smiled and turned his head to prepare.

He didn't mean to be humiliated, but the smile in Zhan Qianwu's eyes was full of contempt, especially when he thought of the relationship between this person and Feng Zhiping, it was even more angry.

As for the fact that this anger came from him, whether he was Feng Zhiping's second brother or whether he was suspected of murdering Feng Zhiping, it is unknown.

A lot, the two played, solemnly facing each other.

Feng Zhiyou looked at Zhan Qianwu and nodded secretly in his heart.

He has seen Zhan Qianwu a few times, and he has often heard of it, and the questions asked by good people to Zhan Qianwu have also been asked to him, and he also wants to know which of the two is stronger.

Thinking of a recent rumor, Feng Zhiyou suddenly became a little curious, glanced at the audience, retracted his gaze, and asked slowly:

"Is that rumor true?"

Zhan Qianwu's pupils shrank, and he said coldly, "What rumors?"

"You and Feng Zhiping. Feng Zhiyou said lightly.

Zhan Qianwu was disgusted when he heard his words, and sneered: "He is your third brother, or the son of your Red Sword Marquis Mansion, you don't even shout the third brother, you call Feng Zhiping one by one, it seems that the rumor is also true." ”

Feng Zhiyou narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Zhan Qianwu sneered: "You know it in your heart. ”

Feng Zhiyou raised his head: "I Feng Zhiyou hate beating around the bush the most, I will take what I want with my own hands, and I will never fake others! Miss Zhan Si, you are a famous lady, but you listen to rumors to provoke my brotherhood, don't you feel rude?"

Zhan Qianwu snorted: "Isn't it the same for you to seal the second son? I have nothing to do with your third brother, but you listen to the rumors and suspect this and that, and dare to question me face to face, what is the courtesy!"

Feng Zhiyou was silent, and after a while, he asked, "Then why does he refuse to get married?"

"Besides, the whole world knows that your good brother wants to be a colt, and the reason is clear, what else do you not understand?"

After speaking, Zhan Qianwu shook his spear and said coldly: "Let's talk about it, but if you want to mess with my state of mind, Feng Ergongzi, if you want to fight, you will fight, if you don't fight, you will admit defeat and step down, these subordinate methods will be collected, this girl will not eat this set!"

"It's fine. Feng Zhiyou nodded slowly, and Hui Ge came out of the sheath, "Then Feng will lead the county lord to make a move, please!"

The sneeze was about to come out, Feng Zhiping quickly closed his mouth, rubbed his nose vigorously, and pressed it back.

"Who's scolding me!"

Looking up at the sky, he pondered for a while, and lowered his head with a stinky face.

After all, there are only three people, Feng Zhiyou, Zhan Qianwu, and Baby Shuang'er who has always refused to show up.

Thinking of the first two, one is more headache than the other, and then thinking of Shuang'er, my heart is hot.

"Victory is ahead, grandma's, I don't believe it!"

Spat on his hand and tightened his belt, Feng Zhiping looked resolute and stepped on the iron rope again.

The finger-thick chain was already difficult to stand firm, and then it was blown by the wind, swaying back and forth with a clanging sound, Rao is Feng Zhiping's boldness was also weak in his legs, and his face tensed and tried to maintain balance.

The most terrifying thing is not the shaking, but the vision, only when he steps on it himself, he knows how terrifying the vision of the ghost is said.

In the first step, the shoe is soaked, as if stepping into water, and in the second step, the upper begins to be covered with frost and quickly spreads to the calf.

It wasn't a hallucination, he'd tried it twice, and even after returning to the platform, it was still there.

The first time he only walked two steps and was scared back, the second time he held on to the fifth step before he couldn't bear the fear of retreating, this time he was fully prepared, and continued to step without hesitation, let you wind and thunder and lightning, as long as you can't kill me, I will move forward.

Wind, thunder, rain and lightning are just the beginning, and the further down you go, the more evil the vision becomes.

Suddenly a swamp of mud appeared from the narrow chains, and tentacles wrapped around their legs to hold him back, and then broke free and stepped into the green grass, which was smooth on both sides, except for a pit in front of it, which was full of wooden thorns.

Hallucinations, all hallucinations!

You can't take a detour, you can only move forward!

Feng Zhiping repeatedly warned himself, knowing that the green grass was a phantom wood thorn, from time to time, he lifted his breath and jumped, and when he landed on the chain, his feet were weak, and he actually stepped into a piece of quicksand.

The quicksand was almost powerless, and in less than a blink of an eye, he lost his calf, Feng Zhiping was shocked and moved very quickly, drew his sword and slapped it hard at the quicksand, and pulled it out with strength.

Settled again, there was no quicksand, no mire, the vision was gone, only the wind blew and swayed.

Feng Zhiping breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, looked back sideways, and was stunned to find that he had walked more than fifty steps unconsciously.

When did you leave?

Are there so many?

Frowning and recalling, I really can't remember the process, the pace is too fast and too tense, and I can't breathe until the current position, it seems that this should be a rest area.

Feng Zhiping breathed, his body swayed with the wind and breathed silently, and after a while, he was ready to move forward, and he glanced back inadvertently, and his heart was shocked.

On the shore, Xiao Yunfei stopped and watched with his arms crossed, smiled slightly when his eyes met, and raised his hand.

You continue. ”