King of Gods

When they walked out of the Lingwu Temple, several brothers and sisters were silent.

After the teacher announced the quota, they are no longer purely brother-in-law relations, and there is competition and conflict of interest between them.

"Only ten days..."

The wind and the moon clenched hands, gently trembled, and glanced at Nangongfan and Yang Qingshan.

Nangongfan and Yang Qingshan were repaired to reach the peaks of the Eighth and Eighth respectively. If there were no accidents, the remaining two places should belong to them.

And Feng Yiyue, Zhao Feng, Zhao Yufei three, Xiu Wei are staying at the top of the seven peaks.

Zhao Feng has a calm face. He is confident in the fight for quotas. On the contrary, he is worried about Zhao Yufei.

Zhao Yufei, who is next to her, has a faint glimpse of her grief, and her eyes glared at him, seemingly disappointing.

Zhao Feng confirmed that she should give up, and she had some regrets in her heart.

Through the insight of the left eye, he has a certain assessment of the strength of Zhao Yufei. Between Fengfengyue and Nangongfan, there is less chance of scrambling for the quota.

"Zhao Feng! Do you remember the agreement between us? Entering the Zongmen, it is longer and shorter. I hope, you still have that chance..."

North ink lightly sweeps Zhao Feng, with a hint of ridicule.

Obviously, he is not optimistic about the situation in which Zhao Feng is vying for a quota.

First, Zhao Feng’s talents and cultivation are inferior to Yang Qingshan and Nangongfan.

Second, with the qualification of semi-spirit, whether it can pass the Zongmen assessment is still a problem.

Therefore, Zhao Feng eventually entered the Zongmen, and his hope of "a longer and shorter" is very embarrassing.

"There will be that day."

Zhao Feng’s voice was calm and strong, and he quickly left and left, leaving Nangongfan and Yang Qingshan.

"Where is this kid's self-confidence, what is the basis for it, can you incite our quota?"

Nan Gongfan snorted.

It is Yang Qingshan, his expression is slightly dignified, and he looks thoughtfully at the back of Zhao Feng.

Six genius teenagers, after returning home, began to retreat.

In the last ten days, Feng Yiyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei were all working hard to improve their hard work and strive to make breakthroughs in the final stage.

Nangongfan and Yang Qingshan did not dare to support the University. They used the last ten days to consolidate their cultivation and enhance their strength.

The most relaxed person is Bei Mo.

He has no pressure at all, he has been selected for the quota and entered the Zongmen. There is almost no suspense.

But he has not been relaxed for two days.

Not long after, Guang Yu Hou summoned him to the past, the great master of the Holy Land, personally spurred and guided his cultivation. These treatments are not enjoyed by Zhao Feng and others.

Therefore, in these ten days, six talented youngsters are under pressure to make breakthroughs and progress.

On the fifth day.

Zhao Feng went to the river and broke through the martial arts.

He didn't even deliberately attack, so he was promoted to eight.

The focus of Zhao Feng is still "Silver Wall", which is tireless and painstaking, but puts the cultivation as secondary.

The seventh day.

Feng Yuyue and Zhao Yufei broke through the martial arts on the same day.

Ten days, dazzling.

On the morning of the same day, six talented youngsters returned to the Lingwu Temple.

Lingwu Hall, in the length and width of the Baiwu.

Hiroyuki Hou held his hands and stood, and left and right stood Ye Lingyun and the three arms of the one-armed arm.

The six geniuses headed by Bei Mo, lined up, waiting for the teacher to speak.

"Not bad."

Guangshao Hou looked at six disciples and nodded with satisfaction.

Since then, six disciples have been repaired to break through the martial arts.

Among them, Beimo is firmly in the martial arts.

Yang Qingshan and Nangongfan have reached the peak of the Eight Diagrams, and the former has reached the eight-eight limit.

Feng Yuyue, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei are all eight times that have just broken through.

It can be said that any one of the six people can stand out from the ordinary small town and put it in the entire Xiangyun country.

"Master, three places, are you sure?"

Ye Lingyun took the road with a slight expectation.

"Basically confirmed, I intend to give three places to Beimo, Yang Qingshan and Nangongfan."

Hirose Hou Shen channel.

This statement came out, Feng Yuyue, Zhao Feng, Zhao Yufei three people, face change.

In contrast, Yang Qingshan and Nan Gongfan, a look of joy.

Zhao Feng’s face was full of surprises. He did not expect that Guang Yu Hou was so easy to make a decision.

He originally thought that between the brothers and sisters, they still needed a test to determine the quota.

"Master, don't you give three other younger brothers, some opportunities?"

Ye Lingyun was surprised.

The three guards who lost one arm, the brow is also a wrinkle, which is not like the style of the master.

Hirose Hou smiled and just prepared to speak, his face suddenly changed.

"who!"

Hirose Hou was shocked and screamed, and his far-reaching voice echoed in the theater and the nearby hall.

At the same time, his gaze looked at a garden next to the theater.

"Oh... Xu Shishu, don't come innocent!"

A leisurely man laughs from the garden.

Hey!

A young man in a black-striped green shirt, like a dragonfly, gently moved between the flowers and trees and fell to the battlefield.

This young man is about twenty-seven years old. He is a handsome and extraordinary man with a strange and unpredictable atmosphere.

He was calm and leisurely, squatting slowly, smiling at the wide-ranging Hou, and looked at Bei Mo.

Meet his gaze, Hirose Hou body shape shock, heavy complexion, seemingly taboo.

"The dress on this person..."

Zhao Feng’s heart moved and stared at the clothes of the mysterious youth.

It was a black-shirted green shirt. He looked at the first sight and felt familiar.

Soon, in his mind, there were three young girls in the **** canyon of the day.

The dress of the mysterious youth in front of me is exactly the same as that of the young girl.

"Where is it small, I dare to arrogate the land of Guangling Prefecture."

Ye Lingyun stunned, and there was a strong inner atmosphere in his body, ready to shoot.

Hey!

Almost at the same time, two Guangwei guards in the Lingwu Hall, including the broken arm three guards beside the Guangshou Hou, flew quickly to the mysterious youth.

"stop!"

The sound of Guanghou Hou’s horror, rang in the ear of Ye Lingyun and others.

The three arms of the broken arm that are being shot, the body shape is stopped in time, and the words of the master are convinced.

However, the other two Guangweiwei, but it is too late, the attack almost fell on the mysterious youth.

puff! puff!

Transparent and crescent-like glare, from the two broad defenders, swept past.

Hey~

The two strengths are close to the nine-strong Guangweiwei. The figure is a stiff shape, and the throat breaks open a blood spring, and “plops” to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, two Guangwei defenders died.

Ye Lingyun, Bei Mo, Yang Qingshan and others did not even see the movements of the mysterious youth.

Zhao Feng did not open the left eye in time, but only saw a blurred image.

"Thirteen guards! Fourteen guards!"

The one-armed young man, looking red, stared at the bodies of two brothers.

Everyone on the field took a breath of cold air and looked at the mysterious youth.

"All give me back!"

Guanghao Hou sounded so hard that he waved to the crowd to retreat.

Six disciples, including North Mo, were hesitant and quickly quit outside the military field.

Ye Lingyun and the one-armed three guards, standing not far away, stopped to watch.

Inside the martial arts field, only Guangweiwei and mysterious youth are left.

Everyone held their breath, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on the handsome and mysterious youth.

Who is this guy? Why are even the teachers respected him so much?

Six disciples, including North Mo, have many doubts in their hearts.

Only Zhao Feng has a certain understanding of the existence of mysterious youth.

"Spring morning, what is your intention?"

Guangshao Hou’s eyes are stunned and he looks directly at the handsome young man opposite.

"I am here for the Master, and I would like to greet Mr. Xu Ran. I heard that you have recently collected a group of outstanding geniuses, and specially studied one or two."

Spring morning is a careless way.

From the beginning to the end, he is a leisurely walk, relaxed and comfortable.

Xu Ran Shishu?

Zhao Feng’s heart was slightly moved, and this was the real name of Guang Yuhou.

"There is labor and more heart! I am the deputy deacon of the 'Xiaoyue Zong' Foreign Affairs Office, settled in the secular country, stabilized the regional peace, and has the right to recommend several places for the sect. When is your teacher qualified to intervene in me? Transaction?"

Guang Yu Hou smiled coldly.

During the talks, the two men confronted each other and did not give each other.

Zhao Feng and others, vaguely felt that Guanghou Hou and the spring morning in front of him, and the master behind the latter, the relationship is bound to be unruly.

"Oh, the master respects his old man. As early as six months ago, he broke through the ‘true spiritual world’ and became the only elder of Xiaoyuezong in the past ten years. I am looking for the old man to come and investigate one or two. Is there any disagreement?”

Spring morning smiled.

Really spiritual!

Guangxu Houxin’s heart shocked: “He actually broke through the ‘true spiritual world’... How could it be so fast!”

For a time, Guanghou Hou was incoherent and seemed to be difficult to accept this fact.

"You are called North Ink?"

Quan Chen’s eyes turned, and he looked at Bei Mo with a little interest.

Hey!

After the afterimage, North ink only felt the wind hit.

However, it is not until he reacts, and there is a big hand on the shoulder.

"let me go……"

The northern ink color was red, and I wanted to struggle with the force. I found that the internal strength of the martial arts was blocked and the body was difficult to move.

stop!

Hirose Hou leapt from the arm, and a sharp silver wave surrounded by vibration was condensed between the arms.

Hey!

The full-fledged strike of the sect of the Holy Land is like a silver-sharp and sharp practice.

Spring morning smiled lightly, throwing North ink away, raising his hand and drawing a cold moon light mark, intertwined into a strange light net in the void, and smashed with the thunder of Hirose Hou.

Hey~

The waves of the bones of the bones swept across the raging, a nearby pavilion, instantly collapsed.

Where the two meet, leaving a hole with a diameter of a few feet.

Brush!

Under the action of powerful air currents, the two figures floated in the air for a short time, and they met at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

boom! Hey! boom……

The martial arts strongmen present at the scene only felt that the shadows were flying in the void and the ground. Every time there was a scene, there would be an astonishing bang, and the waves would turn.

"This is the confrontation of the great sanctuary..."

Zhao Feng's left eye can see the process of the confrontation between the two, and always pull away from them, so as not to be caught and fish.

Canopy -

At some point, a deafening blow was heard in midair, and the two figures fell in the strong airflow.

"Uncle Shi, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your cultivation is not growing."

Spring morning fell on the ground, standing with hands and smiling.

"you……"

The mouth of Guangqin Hou mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, pale, standing in the same place, his body swaying.