Martial Arts Overlord

Luo Feng put away the magical charm and looked up at the sky. ???? Bayi Chinese WYWYWY. 8㈠1㈠Ｚ? W. Com

The sky was fine, the sun was hot, and the blue sky was only a few white clouds floating, and there was some enthusiasm in the wind.

"This should be the inner world of that machine soul peak. This illusion is probably used to test the incoming warrior."

Luo Feng frowned slightly, his face was contemplative. The golden light curtain was a test of the strength of the warriors. Only the warriors with a combat strength of Yuanhai can enter. The climb to the back of the ladder tested the warrior ’s soul power, which is qualification. Only people with the highest level of talent at the prefecture level can pass.

If this illusion is also a test, what would it be a test of martial arts?

"Step aside!"

Luo Feng was thinking. Several warriors covered in blood came forward. They should be the warriors who had been trained outside the city just now. As a burly man, he pushed Luo Feng away and glared at Luo Feng. "Standing Stay in the middle of the road, be careful I cut you with a sword! "

After speaking, several people scolded and moved forward.

"It's so stupid, this time capturing Yunying Wolf was not successful, and several members were still dead. When I returned to the city, I met such a silly boy!"

"It's all blame that Yunying Wolf is too cunning! It even took us into the territory of the Green Poison Demon Python. Fortunately, the Green Poison Demon Python has just eaten, otherwise we may not be able to come back this time."

"Well, the next time I convened a man to make that beast in one breath, to take revenge for the brethren. By the way, after returning to the deceased, one hundred and twenty thousand silver will be sent to each house. It's $ 12,000 more. "

"Yes."

A few people went further and further. Luo Feng listened to the warriors' discussions, looked down at the blood fingerprints on the clothes, and said in his heart: If it is not a magical charm, it is not easy to see that this is a fantasy, it is simply another. One world.

"If all this is artificial, I don't know how powerful that person should be. I am afraid that only a peerless strongman like the master of the gates and masters who worked thousands of years ago can do it."

A thought flashed in his mind, Luo Feng shook his head and walked forward along the street.

He just tried to use his soul power to explore the surroundings, but he could not see any abnormalities. However, as soon as he came, Luo Feng planned to look at the city first, and then find a way out.

The entire city is not large, it is only half the size of Panlong City, but it is extremely prosperous. Warriors marching south and north can be seen everywhere.

After a while, Luo Feng came to the North City Gate and walked out with the flow of people.

The moment he stepped into the city gate, Luo Feng felt only a flower in front of him, and when he was down on the ground again, his eyes showed a deep shock.

In front of him was the prosperous street, and he even came to Nanchengmen.

Frowning, Luo Feng turned and stepped into Nancheng Gate.

The next moment, he appeared at the North City Gate.

"It seems that you cannot leave this city without passing the test."

Luo Feng smiled bitterly in his heart and had to go to the city, hoping to show some clues.

An hour later, Luo Feng still had nothing to show, and he couldn't help getting anxious.

Can't be stuck here all the time.

However, he was not good at tactics and illusions, and was at a loss for a while.

"Unfortunately, Phantom Butterfly is not here."

Luo Feng suddenly thought of Phantom Butterfly. The other party was a Phantom Gate disciple. He was particularly good at arrays, illusions, and all kinds of magic. If he is here, there must be a solution.

In fact, Luo Feng despised the illusion.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng continued to move forward.

This street is relatively simple, the roads are potholes, and the houses on both sides also look old. Compared with the prosperity of other places, the two are so different that they are places where ordinary people live in the city.

Of course, Luo Feng didn't care about these, he just wanted to find a way to crack the illusion and leave here as soon as possible.

"Buns! Big white and soft buns."

In the middle of the street, there is a bun shop. Steamer buns are placed on the street vendors. The owners with a pair of triangular eyes are yelling and selling.

"Boss, how much is a bun?"

A young man of eleven or twelve years old, thin and undressed, walked to the bun bun shop, looked at the soft buns, and swallowed two saliva.

The owner of the street vendor looked around and saw the young man, his face darkened immediately, and he waved, "Little beggar, get out! Get out! I'm not good here."

The teenager flushed with a flushed face, looked up and humbled, "I! I have money! I am not a beggar!"

Then, he carefully deducted five silver coins from his pants pocket.

"What a shame!"

The owner of the street vendor yelled, worried that the teenager would be standing too long, which would affect the business. He said, "Five steamed buns and one silver one. If you want to buy them, hurry up and roll away!"

"Five silver coins!"

The skinny boy widened his eyes, but he saved a lot of money for a long time, but thinking of his sister's birthday today, he can no longer eat leftovers, bite his teeth, and hand the five money to the vendor owner, "I want one!"

"Let the money go down and stand a bit further!"

The street vendor owner scolded him for the buns.

The thin boy bit his lip and was preparing to put his money on the desk case.

"Where did the little beggar come from?"

A burly man in a bright dress walked over and kicked the thin boy away.

"Ah! My money!"

The thin boy fell to the ground and screamed in pain, but he could not care about the pain in his body, because the five silver coins in his hand were gone! Usually lay on the ground and looked for it carefully.

The well-dressed burly man smiled smugly, stepped on three silver coins under one foot, and said to the stall owner: "Give me twenty buns."

"It turned out to be Uncle Li! OK! OK! I will wrap you up soon!"

The street vendor owner smiled when he saw the burly man.

The thin boy on the ground found two pieces of silver money, came to the burly man, licked his thin lips and said, "Master Li, please ... please move your feet."

"why?"

The burly man held his arms in motion, motionless, with a playful smile on his face.

The skinny boy said, "You have stepped on my money."

After hearing the words, the burly man laughed: "Boy, money is at the feet of Lao Tzu, that's Lao Tzu's stuff! Go!"

The skinny teenager's face was bloodshot, and he called up the courage, "That's mine!"

The burly man's face sank, and a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes. Hehe laughed: "You want it? I'll give it to you."

Slightly!

When talking, the burly man exerted his right foot, and the ground cracked immediately.

"take it!"

The burly man laughed with a smile, removed his right foot, and there was a deep footprint on the ground. The three silver coins had been trampled into powder, and fused with the rocks.

The owner of the vendor saw his footprints and spit on his mouth, and smiled at the burly man: "Master Li, your strength is refined again! With this foot, we are the masters of Wangfengcheng Pai."

This flattering man was extremely useful and proudly said, "That's it. A few days ago, I've been promoted to triple spirits!"