Although it was only the lowest-level Qi refining period, the competition between Chang Feng and Meng Kang attracted the attention of the entire Holy Spring Peak, and the attention was not only in the arena. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Holy Spring Peak was upside down, and Li Lanyu, the elder of the Xuantian Sect, looked at the place where the disciples of the Holy Spring Peak lived halfway up the mountain with his hands behind his back, to be precise, he looked at Chang Feng and Meng Kang who were fighting.

The two are far apart, and the fluttering clouds and mist will also block the view, not to mention mortals, even ordinary high-ranking monks in the Dan stage can only see those red and white buildings at most, as for those figures, they are like small ants, and they can't see who is who at all.

But when he cultivated to the level of Li Lanyu, he could see the entire competition scene clearly, as if it was right in front of him.

Seeing that Chang Feng and Meng Kang were fighting fiercely, a dark purple long stick was dancing, and the spirit beast under his control was also powerful, Li Lanyu touched his beard and smiled, obviously very satisfied with Chang Feng's growth.

"Yes, yes, in just two years, these martial arts have been cultivated, and this son will become a great weapon. With a sigh of emotion in his heart, Li Lanyu turned to look at the void, a sad look flashed on his face, obviously remembering something sad, and muttered a word in his mouth that only he could hear clearly, as if it was a person's name, and it seemed to be a thing.

Li Lanyu is not the only one who secretly pays attention to Chang Feng.

Around the arena where Chang Feng was fighting, a rich old man dressed in white, full of silver hair, and with a ruddy complexion stood there quietly, his eyes always stopping at Chang Feng.

What is surprising is that the old man stood there quietly, but no one noticed his existence, not the onlookers, neither the judges who were close at hand, nor Li Kuo'er, who was sitting on the chair, and even Li Lanyu, who was standing on the top of the Holy Spring Peak, did not notice the existence of this old man.

Watching Chang Feng use the Nebula Stick to fight fiercely with Meng Kang, the old man who couldn't see clearly nodded slowly, and said to himself: "Good luck, good luck, I just don't know if this son can continue to soar without the blessing of luck?"

Looking up at the void above his head, the old man, who couldn't see clearly, shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Everything that needs to be done has been done, wait for the result!"

After a sentence of self-talk, the old man smiled bitterly, took one last look at Chang Feng, to be precise, at Chang Feng's left arm, and then turned to leave, disappeared through the crowd, and no one noticed that the old man had come and left.

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Although he is extremely skilled in cultivating the "Dragon Stick Technique", after all, he has not gone through actual combat, and Chang Feng is still a little uncomfortable within a few moves, but after more than a dozen moves, he is already flexible and can fight against Meng Kang's long knife.

After dozens of rounds, both sides were panting, and urging the heavy knife was obviously extremely mana consuming for Meng Kang, and waving the Nebula Stick also consumed a lot of Chang Feng.

With a "bell", the two of them urged their mana to fight hard, Meng Kang took three steps back, the handle of the long knife stood firmly, Chang Feng took five steps back, and the head of the stick did not fall.

"I'm still not as strong as Moncon. Looking at Meng Kang, Chang Feng secretly said in his heart.

So far, Chang Feng has already known his shortcomings, he has no lack of experience in fighting, but his own strength is more than one level lower than Meng Kang, if it weren't for the special features of the Nebula Stick, he would definitely not be able to fight with Meng Kang so far.

After such a fierce battle, Chang Feng was completely sure that the Nebula Stick in his hand was definitely a heavy treasure.

Needless to say, the hardness of the Nebula Stick itself, the most important thing is that every time he collides with Meng Kang's long knife, he can reduce his strength by two percent, although it is only two percent, but it is enough for Chang Feng to have the confidence to fight against Meng Kang, because the gap between his strength and Meng Kang is two percent.

"Damn, I didn't expect this kid to look thin, but his strength is not small, and the stick in his hand is definitely the best among the first-order spiritual weapons, and there is no ordinary first-order spiritual weapon that can support the long knife in my hand. Looking at Chang Feng, Meng Kang also had thoughts in his heart.

Every time he attacked, Meng Kang would do his best, but Chang Feng was able to resist hard, neither his strength nor his spiritual weapons were weaker than him, and Chang Feng's attack he also needed all his strength to be able to take it, and the two sides were truly evenly matched.

Meng Kang didn't know that Chang Feng was able to fight against him more by relying on the Nebula Stick in his hand than on his own strength, but even if he knew, he had nothing to say, because the Nebula Stick was Chang Feng's spiritual weapon, which was also part of Chang Feng's combat power.

Glancing at the spirit beast battle group, Meng Kang's heart instantly sank.

After a period of fighting, the golden-horned ox did not flip the empty air from the neck, but was hit hard by the empty hand with a few punches.

With each punch, the goldenhorned ox let out a miserable scream, and after receiving five punches before and after, the goldenhorned cow could no longer bear it, no longer struggling, but a low groan, let out a cry for mercy, and then lay on the ground with a weak leg.

This also means that his spirit beast is defeated, and the next Changfeng spirit beast can join the attack on him.

Meng Kang knew best how much strength his golden-horned bull had, but he was defeated in the air, and if he let this spirit beast join the attack on him, the result can be imagined.

Seeing such a result, Meng Kang didn't care about anything else, bent down and took a long breath, then stood up suddenly, glared at Chang Feng and shouted: "Chang Feng, if you can take Meng Mou's next move, Meng Mou admits defeat and is convinced." ”

"Demon Slayer Knife Technique, Wind Knife Wheel. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Kang grasped the long Wusha hilt with both hands, waved it left and right, and then raised it above his head and danced.

In an instant, the long knife formed a cloud of black gold light and shadow, like a tornado, and swept towards the normal wind.

Speed and strength have reached a peak.

Seeing Meng Kang like this, Changfeng's mana was running, and the nebula stick pointed to the sky, slashing lightly from left to right, and then slammed down.

"The dragon stick trick, the waves crash on the shore. ”

With a shout from Chang Feng, the light and shadow on the Nebula Stick flowed, and a dark purple light and shadow rushed towards the black gold light and shadow.

"Bell ......"

The sound of gold and iron colliding sounded, and the piercing was abnormal, and many disciples of the outer and inner doors who were close to the competition venue covered their ears.

"Bang Chang...... The sound of a spiritual weapon falling to the ground sounded, followed by a softer sound of landing.......

Everyone looked over, only to see Meng Kang's long knife, which was bumped a few times five zhang away from him, and finally stopped, and then looked at Meng Kang with empty hands and a shocked look at Chang Feng opposite.

On the other side, Chang Feng supported the ground with a stick, half of his body leaned on the Nebula Stick, and although his two palms were still holding the Nebula Stick, the drops of blood fell to the ground along the Nebula Stick.