Yuan Hao's ears were full of cheers, although he won, he didn't feel joy in his heart, he just wanted to hurry up to Huo Feng, beat the other party for Zhuyuntang, and find a way to end this troublesome matter. As for the Fuxian Youth Conference, who wins and who loses, who ranks first and who is behind, for him, are all trivial matters that do not matter.

He suddenly thought to himself, "That Huo Feng defeated me on the boat before, but he still didn't want to die to Miss Ling Qian, so he asked me to fight again. But these days, I have never seen him appear in the poplar forest, or in front of Miss Ling Qian, why is that? Grandpa Zhu only explained that he wanted to make him lose face, but can he really restrain the Huo family's evil deeds? Alas, the people of the Central Plains are troublesome, and they are engaged in this little thing all day long, so that Miss Ling Qian can directly reject Huo Feng in person, wouldn't it be simpler?"

Huo Bentong's face on the side jumped slightly, he saw that Yuan Hao had clearly won, there was no joy on his face, he was as plain as usual, and he was unhappy, but in front of the public, he had to pretend to smile, and said, "Yuan Shaoxia, what a handsome kung fu!"

Yuan Hao raised his head when he heard the sound, his eyes rolled, and he smiled evilly: "Don't dare, don't dare, it's all about Lord Huo's love. 」

Huo Bentong snorted, knowing that if he said two more words, it would be endless, so he didn't answer. At that time, the competition of the dragon group on the side was just over, and he announced the winner, so he glanced at the officer, and the officer immediately said loudly: "The second game of the tiger and dragon group, please come to the stage!"

Not long after this voice fell, emerald green light burst out in all places, and only the faint sound of joy in the southeast corner could be heard.

Yuan Hao followed the sound and saw five black-robed Nebula disciples, hugging one of them, and making way. He quickly glanced at it again, and for a while he didn't see the figures of Song Tianxiong and Wu Dog Rong, but the few Nebula disciples were slightly confused in their hearts, but they were quite impressed by the Nebula disciples who came over.

I saw that the man was draped over his shoulders, his expression was calm and unstrained, and he held a long sword in his hand, and the hilt of the scabbard was also black, like a black crow.

Yuan Hao pondered, "Isn't that Wu Dog Rong's junior brother, Yang Youwei......? He turned out to be a Martial Artist of the Ruler Realm. Walking down the steps, I happened to pass by Yang Youwei, and after a closer look, it was indeed me. He thought to himself, "Look at the appearance of the group of Nebula disciples just now, Yang Youwei should be the leading disciple, so Song Tianxiong and that stinky dog didn't come?"

Yuan Hao's mind was slightly calm, he didn't think about it anymore, he hurriedly stepped down, and joined Zhu Lingqian and others, saying a word to each other, talking and laughing, and talking happily. Zhu Lingqian has always had a flat temperament, rarely laughs and gets angry, just laughs and gets angry, just for a while, it will pass, but maybe there is another Gu Xiyan in the family recently, who is also a girl, and has endless topics to talk about, so the smile on his face is a lot richer.

A few people walked away slowly, but they didn't realize that one of them stared at Yuan Hao fiercely from beginning to end, as long as Yuan Hao and Zhu Lingqian had a little contact, his voice was affectionate, and his eyes were jealous, and it was difficult to hide.

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When the children of the dragon and tiger groups came to the stage, Huo Bentong's face, which was originally unhappy because of Yuan Hao's victory, actually changed, and Tan Kan smiled.

It turned out that one of the people in the dragon group was Huo Feng, who was dressed in a white robe, with a square face and a straight nose, and a proud face.

is also a member of the Huo family, Huo Bentong naturally has expectations for the ability of this young master of the Huo family, hoping that he can really defeat Yuan Hao, so as to make the other party lose face and be happy. I thought to myself: "According to the young master's martial arts, he is already better than Yuan Hao, and there is also the 'Dao Treasure like that' that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Huo family, so there is no need to worry, but the mallet Dao Treasure in the dead boy's hand is really not to be underestimated. The patriarch once said that the mallet could be fired continuously, which was not an ordinary Dao treasure, and it was even more powerful. How could such a treasure fall into the hands of such a layman? The patriarch said that he had a plan, and he did not know what it was, but he did not tell any of us about it. 」

He didn't care who Huo Feng's current opponent was, he only felt that the winner of this Fuxian Meeting, except for Yuan Hao, who held the Dao Treasure, would be in the bag of their Huo family.

The Tiger Group is a struggle between the disciples of other factions, and the Dragon Group is Huo Feng against Yang Youwei, seeing that the two sides have already been positioned, Huo Ben said loudly: "Begin!"

Yang Youwei said with a smile: "Under Yang Youwei, Huo Shao's name, he has long admired him. 」

Huo Feng smiled back faintly and said, "Brother Yang is polite, the Nebula Sect, one of the Five Tyrants of Martial Law, is famous and spread loudly, dare to ask in this Central Plains Jianghu, who would not know the name of your faction?"

Huo Feng and Yang Youwei smiled again, smiling very confidently, each clasping his fists, and said in unison, "Please!"

Yang Youwei said, "Huo Shao, be careful!" took the lead in moving, suddenly shouted, the long sword was unsheathed, and it pointed directly at Huo Feng's chest, one left and one right, and one up, stabbing four swords in a row.

Just listen to the four sounds of sneering, the sword moves go so fast, each sword has a strong wind, the power is slightly stronger, if it hits directly, it is also the realm of the deacon, even Huo Fengding will be injured a lot.

Huo Feng smiled, pinched his sleeves with both palms, and stretched out two pen barrels, the tips of the pens were extremely thin, and there were rings, but they were two judge pens. One pen barrel is black and red, like a fire, and the other pen barrel is black and blue, like ice crystals. But seeing that his body moved again and again, he easily avoided the four blows of the long sword, stared at the ground under his feet, and walked away, the two judge's pens were like lightning flashes, one red and one blue cold light just appeared, and he was about to stab Yang Youwei's left arm and left flank.

Yang Youwei was taken aback, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the long sword was saved from his waist. He exhaled, but felt a slight chill from the acupuncture point on his left shoulder, and after a while, the whole arm became numb. I only felt dangerous and frightened in my heart, if I hesitated for half a step, I had to block one of the blows, and the other blow would inevitably be too late to save. He secretly said, "I heard Senior Brother Wu say that this Huo family always uses fist and foot kung fu, but I have never heard of other kung fu, let alone the kung fu of the judge's pen. 」

Huo Feng seemed to notice that he was sleepy, and said with a smile: "Good hiding! This Xuanyang Yin iron pen, Brother Yang is still the first person who can dodge it with just one glance. 」

Yang Youwei reacted and said with a wry smile: "Xuanyang Yin Iron Pen, could it be that the Huo family's Dao Treasure?"

Huo Feng laughed, didn't hide it, took the two pen barrels in his hands, and generously let Yang Youwei take a closer look. I saw that the two pens were all black, one was cold, the other was scorching, and there was a clear difference.