Wei Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, his face no longer saw the previous lazy and leisurely state, and suddenly there was a surge of fighting intent, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he said: "It's really fate!"

Chu Tianqing was also stunned when he saw Wei Ling like this, Wei Ling, who had always been lazy, had such a fighting spirit when he had such a fighting spirit?

Chu Tianqing no longer paid attention to the two of them, and when he returned to Lingwu Terrace, there were already two people on the stage one after another, and one of them was Liu Feng of the Yunmiao Pavilion!

The other person seems to have a little face, it seems to be ordinary, but the body is extremely tall, if it is said that the ordinary man is seven feet tall, the one on the stage is more than two feet taller than ordinary people, and he is nine feet tall!

Coupled with the knotted muscles, he looked extremely strong, but it was in stark contrast to Liu Feng, who was ordinary-looking and emaciated. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that the demeanor of the two is also very different from that body type, but it is the thin Liu Feng who has a calm demeanor, his hands are folded, his face is calm, and he reports his name in a calm tone: "Liu Feng of Yunmiao Pavilion." ”

And the nine-foot man opposite him frowned, and beads of sweat the size of beans could be seen rolling down his forehead, but he inadvertently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his expression was solemn, and he also reported his name: "Longshou Pavilion Wang Fan, please fight Senior Brother Liu." ”

Liu Feng took half a step, put one hand in front of him, his lips opened slightly, and indifferently spit out the word "please".

Wang Fan immediately made a decision, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground suddenly, and he stepped forward, and immediately swung a punch, and a layer of aura quickly flowed down his arm to the fist, and a punch was swung, which showed the strong wind.

The corners of Liu Feng's mouth smiled, his face did not change at all, seeing that punch coming, he did not move an inch, and raised his palm lightly, the fierce punch was actually dissolved in an instant, and only a gust of fist wind came and blew Liu Feng's hair bun.

Wang Fan saw that the situation was not good, his brows were tightly locked, and he suddenly turned back with his footsteps, how did he expect Liu Feng to smile more at the corner of his mouth, and immediately freed up his hand, and shook it suddenly, without waiting for Wang Fan to turn his fist back, he firmly grabbed Wang Fan's arm and pulled the strong man back, and the hand behind him quickly turned into a fist, and handed out a punch along the way, the fist did not arrive, and the fist wind went first, and the punch did not touch Wang Fan's body, it was the strong wind that tore his abdomen out of a thin silk thread.

Then, only to hear a bang, the punch handed out by Liu Feng smashed on Wang Fan's lower abdomen impartially, and the nine-foot-tall sturdy man flew upside down in response, and the cloth shoes under his feet rubbed against the ground, flying upside down ten zhang before stopping.

The strong man Wang Fan's figure just stopped, but he couldn't help but cover his chest with one hand, his throat was fishy, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, embarrassed.

There was an uproar outside the venue.

Wang Fan Xiuwei is probably in the middle stage of the Spirit Realm, and his physique is amazing, so he also has the strength to fight against those in the late stage of the Spirit Realm, but in the current situation, even Liu Feng can't stop a move!

Chu Tianqing's eyes were still the same, and he said: "The difference between the spirit and the innate is like the difference between cloud and mud, but it can't be made up by just relying on the physique, Senior Brother Wei Ling, how many moves do you think this Wang Fan can hold down Liu Feng?"

Wei Ling smiled and stretched out three fingers, and said indifferently: "If you hold on to death for three rounds, if it is more, unless that Wang Fan is King Kong physique, it will inevitably hurt the internal organs, leaving irreparable injuries." ”

As Wei Ling said, on the Lingwu platform, Liu Feng did not give Wang Fan the slightest chance, and immediately flew forward like an arrow, and the relay took off a kick, that Wang Fan protected his arms in front of his chest, but his body was still like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and he was kicked up by Liu Feng, and the foot strength of this kick was better than the previous punch, and he directly kicked that Wang Fan out of the Lingwu platform like a ball, and hit the golden nanmu guardrail.

Fortunately, this Jin Nanmu is known as Xuantie Wood, which is as hard as Xuantie, and most of Liu Feng's kick was removed, which did not make Wang Fan seriously injured and angry, but it was still inevitable that the pain of broken bones would be inevitable!

Spiritual spirit against congenital, how can there be a chance of victory?

Wang Fan was seriously injured and fell to the ground, his breath was sluggish, and he couldn't hold back the mouthful of blood that gushed up in his throat, and with a whoop, he vomited out two mouthfuls of blood, he knew that he had no strength to fight, so he had to look at the emaciated man on the Lingwu platform with hatred, gritted his teeth and admitted defeat, and then he was carried out by a few senior brothers who had a good relationship on weekdays.

There was an uproar from the disciples outside the venue, and there was no lack of cheering!

Wei Ling glanced at Liu Feng in the field, and said: "This Liu Feng's talent is not low, he has innate cultivation at the age of only twenty, but that smiling face is the same as his brother Liu Cheng, which makes people panic." ”

Chu Tianqing smiled noncommittally and asked, "If this Liu Cheng fights with Zhou Yi, what are the chances of winning?"

Wei Ling didn't think about it, and blurted out: "If it was Zhou Yi ten days ago, there should be a four-point chance of winning, but after ten days, I don't know." ”

Wei Ling asked rhetorically, "If you face Liu Feng, what are the chances of winning?"

"Sixty percent. Chu Tianqing thought for a while and said: "Ten days ago, if it was against Liu Feng, I am afraid that the odds of winning are not great, but in these ten days, Senior Brother Wei has taught the sword technique and sword intent, and the cultivation can also reach the threshold of the innate realm. ”

Wei Ling raised his eyebrows lightly and asked, "Is it the sword technique instead of the sword intent?"

Chu Tianqing nodded and said, "After the Kyushu Conference, the master asked me to seal the sword into the sheath, if it is not necessary, I can't easily use the sword, this is the way to cultivate the will with the sword." ”

When Wei Ling heard this, he was slightly stunned: "I don't know what medicine is sold in Shizun's gourd, I have traveled to Xixuan for five years, and I have also seen a lot of monks and martial artists who use swords to excel, I only know swordsmanship, what is the meaning of this sword, but I have never heard of it, it is really mysterious!"

Chu Tianqing smiled and said: "The sword has swordsmanship, the sword kills people, it is for the arts, the sword has the sword intent, the sword has the way, it is for the intention." Those who use swords, nothing more than no sword in their hands, everything is a sword, this is a superior sword, this year I closed the sheath to raise the mind, but also realized that three of the meaning, it is indeed mysterious. ”

Wei Ling nodded, raised his eyes to look at the gray-robed man on the Lingwu high platform, and said, "I want to come to Shizun and have my own plans." ”

Chu Tianqing also glanced at the gray-robed man on the Lingwu platform, but he couldn't help but have some mixed feelings in his heart, when he first entered the Eastern Xuanshu Realm, if it wasn't for the guidance of his master, I am afraid that even if he didn't fall into the mouth of the tiger, leopard and jackal in the mountains, he would have already become the ghost of the horse thief outside the mountain, how to talk about immortal fate?

When the Kyushu Conference was seriously injured and returned to Shu that year, if it weren't for Chu Tianqing, who was protected by his master and cultivated to be scattered, he would have died of cold poison.

Since the ancient immortals were the most ruthless, among the Shuyun Immortal Sect, how could they leave the Chu Tianqing who had exhausted his cultivation back then to waste the resources in the sect, not to mention that if he wanted to suppress the cold poison, the consumption was extremely high, and if the elixir treasure pill that he squandered in a year was placed on an ordinary disciple, it would be enough to pile up an innate cultivator with not weak qualifications.

If it weren't for the fact that the master insisted on suppressing the cold poison in Chu Tianqing's body despite the opposition of the sect back then, how could there be today's Chu Tianqing who has returned to the innate realm step by step?

Since he Chu Tianqing is immortal, he will also make those who look at him coldly pay the price.

The grace of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, and the revenge of an arrow will be returned a hundredfold! This kind of truth, Chu Tianqing has known since he was a child, if people respect him for a foot, he will repay him, if people bully him for a while, he will deceive people for a lifetime!

Xiao Gufeng, Zhou Yi, Liu Feng, and even the hypocrite Liu Yi who won the Kyushu Conference!

These people, after all, will be caught up by him step by step, and finally make that stepping stone, and he will be trampled under his feet!

The gaze returned to the Lingwu platform.

Liu Feng did not step down, according to the rules of the Shuyun Conference, all winners need to fight three people on the stage in a row, and if they can win all, they will advance to the next round of competition.

The two people after Wang Fan took the stage, as everyone expected, but they were beaten out of the Lingwu platform by Liu Feng in a few rounds, and the one with the highest cultivation only lasted for four rounds before being defeated.

There is no suspense about the victory or defeat of the spirit against the congenital!

At this time, in addition to Chu Tianqing, on another seat on the Lingwu Terrace, a gaze was also looking at Liu Feng, who was in great glory on the stage, which was still interesting, and even the hideous face with an ugly scar appeared with a playful smile.