The battle of grievances came to an end, and the atmosphere in the martial arts arena had fully reached the climax.

At this time, everyone was still reminiscing about the battle between Wang Feihu and Xiao Qing.

"I didn't expect Xiao Qing's understanding of swords to have reached such a realm, and Liuying sword qi has also been realized, Senior Brother Zhou Yi, there are many wizards under him!"

"It's serious, Senior Brother Li. ”

Elders usually secretly compete with each other, but the sect master is very happy to have such a situation, which not only does not hurt, but also plays a certain role in the promotion of the sect.

Only when the sect undergoes major changes will the elders be unanimous to the outside world.

Zhou Yi had long been accustomed to Elder Li's strange yin and yang tones.

Zhou Yi himself is an easy-going and elegant person, so he doesn't like to be scheming, and naturally he doesn't participate in the battle between the elders.

"Senior brother, leave the next game to me, and you can rest well. ”

Defeating Wang Feihu has already consumed too much of his aura, and he is no longer able to fight at this time, so it is better to let Feng Zhengyang strike first and take this opportunity to recover his vitality.

Xiao Qing immediately nodded, telling him to be cautious, he could see that the mysterious person who was thin and looked very weak was not ordinary.

Feng Zhengyang glanced at the mysterious man who slammed the door, and the two sides seemed to have sensed it, and they all strode towards the meteor in the field.

Looking at the mysterious man who was hurrying forward, Wang Feihu tried to stand up and remind him, but was stopped by the other party raising his hand.

"It doesn't matter. ”

The hoarse voice reveals the vicissitudes of life, but it is terrifying.

Everyone only felt that he was restrained, and he looked like an ordinary person, but the more he did, the more mysterious he became.

"Senior brother, is this person really reliable? I think he is so thin, will he be an opponent with the wind rising?"

A disciple beside Wang Feihu lowered his head and asked.

But in the next second, the disciple felt a chill, as if he had been targeted by a poisonous snake.

When he looked up, he found that the mysterious man looked at him with extremely cold eyes at this time, and his sharp eyes were like two sharp blades separating themselves.

It wasn't until the other party turned his head that the disciple realized that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Now you know why, right?" Wang Feihu said when he saw the disciple's reaction.

The disciple nodded busily when he heard this.

"This person's name is Zhang Shisan, many years ago we slammed the disciple of the door, don't look at him so thin, but his physical strength is extremely terrifying, even above me!"

Wang Feihu recalled the scene when he first entered the sect.

The appearance of physical cultivation is not as strong as Niu Hanhan, and there are also cultivators who are very thin and weak.

Often, if this kind of cultivator wants to follow this path, it will be several times more difficult for others, and the physical cultivation itself relies on the physical body as a medium to cultivate.

And the mysterious person belongs to this kind of cultivator.

Wang Feihu introduced it, and when he slammed the door, everyone realized how strong this person was.

"And Senior Brother Zhang has already made a name for himself outside, in a huge organization, he does things that people can't handle personally. ”

When the disciple heard this, he exclaimed.

"Senior brother, you mean the supernatural organization?"

Wang Feihu nodded, but said no more.

And the disciple's heart has already set off turbulent waves, as a member of the sect, how can he not know the supernatural?

Miracle, a mysterious organization that wanders among the sects and cities.

The people in this organization are very secretive, but they are extremely powerful, and the organization is mainly responsible for some unshady commissions, which can be said to be shady, and can take anything as long as what you give them is attractive enough.

No one knows how many strong people there are in their organization, only that once the miraculous order comes out, they will not die.

There is a high hierarchy in the organization, and there is usually a fixed location to which you can go if you want to delegate it.

It can be said that no one in the organization knows anyone, they only know how to complete tasks and get paid.

Legend has it that there are four levels of supernatural beings, and each level requires a different reward, of course, the higher the reward, the best commission completion.

The four levels are Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, with Huang as the benchmark, increasing step by step, and the Heaven level is the highest level of organization martial artist.

The supernatural has become so huge that it is like a sect, and it has faintly become a thorn in the eyes of the major sects.

But the reason why the supernatural is still safe and sound is because of its strong strength.

This is the miracle.

At this time, the disciple's eyes became more and more frightened when he looked at Zhang Shisan, and after a glance, he happened to see the bronze medal hanging from Zhang Shisan's waist, with only one word on it: ground.

His legs were weak, and he couldn't help but feel chills when he remembered what he had just said behind his back.

At this time, Zhang Shisan was already standing on the stage, and the wind was blowing opposite.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Shisan's eyes, and a chill went straight to the wind.

The wind was blowing and naturally felt it, not to be outdone, the golden light in his eyes burst out, and the two rays of light collided together, making an extremely sharp sound.

"You have the right to be my opponent!"

Zhang Shisan said indifferently, the perennial killing had made him feel numb, and now the young man standing opposite could ignite the battle intent that had been silent in his heart for a long time.

Feng Zhengyang ignored it, because he knew that the opponent was very strong!

After Zhang Shisan finished speaking, his right foot shook the ground, and his whole body rose into the air, and in an instant, he had already come to Feng Zhengyang, and a heavy punch hit him in the face.

Feng Zhengyang could feel the aura contained in Zhang Shisan's fist, unlike the opponents he fought against, Zhang Shisan's fists were full of killer moves.

Feng Zhengyang didn't dare to be careless, his body swung, he stepped sideways, his upper body turned slightly, and he punched out.

Boom!

A muffled snort came from the fists of the two, and the wind was blowing and secretly frightened.

"It's worthy of physical cultivation! Such a terrifying fist is very much that people can have!"

The perennial killing has made Zhang Shisan's control of the aura reach a very delicate point.

Adjusting his body, Zhang Shisan turned around, the aura filled his body, and a breath vibrated from his body.

The aftermath rippled, and the nearest wind was blowing and could be clearly felt.

Such an effect can only be achieved if the aura is controlled to a certain extent.

"Break!" the wind snorted softly, and his palm swung out, dispersing the aftermath of the approach.

At this time, Zhang Shisan's body was no longer the thin and unbearable appearance before, and it could be seen that the muscles of his hands were extremely perfect, and his body seemed to be a lot taller, as if he had changed a person.

Inflatable with gas!

"Such a means of controlling the aura is really a genius!"

Liu Zhi stood up excitedly, and the appreciation in his eyes was not stingy.

When everyone slammed on the door and saw this, their excitement was even more overflowing, and as body cultivators, they naturally knew how difficult this realm was.

At this time, Feng Zhengyang felt that the aura of the opponent in front of him had become several times stronger.

Watching the other party come step by step, but he was inexplicably excited, fighting with the strong, this is what cultivators yearn for!