Martial Arts Overlord

Fu Ningxue and others are spiritual warriors. They perform light work and are not slow. It is only a matter of moments before dozens of miles are in front of several people. ? Bayi Chinese Network W≥W≤W≤. ≥8≈1≥Ｚ≈W ≠. ≥C≥O ≠ M ≠

As they approached Bitian City, there were more and more warriors on the road nearby. They had different costumes and different patterns on the cuffs, representing different dynasties and forces.

"None of them seem to be going to Bitian City."

Luo Feng looked strange at the young warrior nearby.

Most of these people are not heading for Bitian City, but are talking in groups of three or five, heading southwest.

He remembered that direction, which was the Fengmingshan Autumn Hunting Ground where he once fought with Yi Tian.

"Don't you know yet?"

Fu Ningxue saw Luo Feng shaking his head and explained with a smile:

"The Qunying Society was held in Fengming Mountain, Bitian City, and it was divided into three days. It has officially started today."

"Already started?" Luo Feng was surprised.

"You don't have to worry about missing exciting duels."

Fu Ningxue seemed to see Luo Feng thinking, saying: "The Qunying Society was divided into three days. The first two days were when the warriors of the Three Kingdoms discussed and exchanged their martial arts skills. Genius, will only play on the third day. You can use the previous two days as a warm-up for this group meeting. "

"So it is." Luo Feng nodded.

Fu Ningxue blinked and looked at Luo Feng with a smile: "I heard that your first young master of the Clan Lan Dynasty is called Luo Feng, also a swordsman. When I heard your name, I was shocked."

Luo Feng touched his chin, and said solemnly, "Don't I look like it?"

After hearing the words, Fu Ningxue looked at Luo Feng carefully, covered his lips, smiled, and shook his head: "No."

"Why?" Luo Feng curiously.

Fu Ningxue's face was reddish slightly, and he said, "I've seen our first young master Bai Baisheng in the Baicang Dynasty. When he saw people, he was like this ..."

Fu Ningxue was condensed, carrying her left hand, her figure was straight, her eyes looked slightly at Luo Feng, and she had a condescending taste, just the smile on the corner of her lips, making her look very strange.

Huh!

Just after learning the gesture, Fu Ningxue couldn't help laughing, and shook his head with a blushed face:

"Do n’t learn, I ca n’t learn. But that genius should be like that. That's called ... the master's style."

As a result, Fu Ningxue glanced at Brother Zhuang in front, leaned in Luo Feng's ear, and said softly, "Should be like Brother Zhuang."

Luo Feng looked at the young and strong youth, noticed the stern expression on the other's face that everyone owed him money, and smiled, "I can't learn that kind."

"Yes, so you can't be that Luo Feng."

Fu Ningxue nodded in agreement.

The Four Seasons Swordsman was next to him, listening to the words of the two clearly, his face was full of expressions that wanted to laugh but could not laugh.

At this time, the young and strong young man in front turned around and saw Fu Ningxue, who was standing with Luo Feng, smiling and laughing, and his face was gloomy again for three minutes, saying:

"The Qunying Society has begun, we will not go to Bitian City, we will go directly to Fengming Mountain!"

Hearing that, Fu Ningxue looked at Luo Feng full of hope, "You guys. Although the two days before the Qunying meeting were not as exciting as the last day, they were more suitable for us to participate."

She obviously hoped that Luo Feng could go with him.

"We have no opinion."

Hearing that he couldn't go to Bitian City, Luo Feng was secretly relieved.

When going to Bitian City, I must go to Lengyuehoufu, but he hasn't figured out how to tell Lengyuehou what happened in the sword tomb, especially his relationship with Yuehaitang. .

Decided, everyone immediately set off for Fengming Mountain.

After a short while, a group of people came outside Fengming Mountain, and they could see a magnificent ring-shaped mountain range, surrounded by a natural valley.

Outside the valley, the figures came from all directions. They were all young warriors. Most of them were between Spiritual Realm and Zhenyuan Realm. The lowest ones were also in the later stage of the chakra state. Some walked on the wind, others Royal swords, some riding monsters ... These people have arrogance, obviously they are all talents of the younger generation.

Looking at Fengming Mountain, Luo Feng sighed.

He and Yi Tian came to a dead battle and came back here a year later. Fengmingshan was still there, but it was a matter of right and wrong.

He is no longer the ignorant boy at that time, and the beautiful and pretty short girl who cheered for him at all times and was nervous for him is no longer visible.

Several people landed in the square outside the valley, headed towards the valley, and immediately an ambassador in charge of the Qunying Society greeted him.

"Who are these people?"

"The guards are tight."

Chunlan glanced around, wearing blue armour guards everywhere, the Shuiyun Army responsible for guarding Bitian City.

"It should be the broken relationship of the Long Mountain."

Luo Feng nodded. In addition to these Shuiyun Army, he still has a lot of strong breath hidden in the secret.

Fu Ningxue heard that there was a look of anxiety among the eyebrows. "The covenant between the Dragon Mountain and the Demon Territory of the 100 Kingdoms and the West Desert Demon are about to start a scuffle again. The nine holy places will conduct disciple selection so quickly. It should be related to this matter. I don't know what will happen in the future. "

Luo Feng smiled calmly: "Rest assured, there is still a high standing when the sky falls."

Hearing the words, Fu Ningxue felt relaxed and nodded with a smile.

At this time, the elite young man took out his identity token, "We are disciples of the Mingwu Palace of the Baicang Dynasty."

The middle-aged manager took a closer look at the identity token, looked at the group, nodded, and smiled, and returned the token to the young and strong:

"It turned out to be the high talent of the Mingwu Palace of the Baicang Dynasty. Today is the first day of the group meeting, the genius summit is the day after tomorrow, Fengming Mountain has a strong night wind. Go out at will. "

In the second half of the sentence, there is already a clear warning.

Instigated, the middle-aged steward gave way, "please come in."

The strong young man nodded and went to Gu Nai.

When passing by, the middle-aged supervisor took a look at Luo Feng, and he didn't pay any attention.

The valley is the same as before. It is a piece of water with a length and width of nearly a thousand feet long. Among them, there are faintly visible shadows moving in and out.

In the middle of the water, there is a huge competition platform ten feet high, which looks like a small mountain suspended from the water in the distance.

"Master, there are so many people here."

Chunlan looked around, a little surprised.

Around the valley, thirty-three mountain peaks gather into a valley.

At this moment, there were dark crowds everywhere on each mountain peak, and we could see that there were rafters set up on it. It seemed that some people were fighting on it. The crowd around them burst into shouts from time to time.

"Come on, let's go up and see."

The elite young man glanced at Luo Feng with a smile on the corner of his mouth, striding towards a nearby mountain peak.

A group of people walked up the mountain. Every time they came out of the road, there was a platform set up. People were constantly fighting. The winners were cheerful and spirited. The losers were downcast. An unwilling look. When there was a wonderful battle, they immediately met. Bursts of cheers.

Luo Feng looked at it casually, lacking interest.

The contestants on the ring are all chakras and spiritual vortex warriors. Although some of the duels are wonderful, his current vision is like an adult watching a fight between children, naturally not much interest.

The elite youth and a few disciples of Mingwu Palace were very excited.

"A lot of masters!"

A disciple of Mingwu Palace looked at the duel on a nearby ring, with a shocked expression.

Above the ring are two quadruple martial arts fighters, both of whom are martial arts fighters, fists and kicks, and each time they make a move, the air is exploded repeatedly, extremely fiercely, and attracts the people watching nearby, with great applause.

The quality of the two men was equal in all respects, and they were indifferent to each other. In the end, the person with a more calm heart seized a flaw in the opponent and achieved victory.

"Hahahaha ... Brother Lin, I will smile at your battle sign! Next time we will fight 300 rounds." The winning young warrior laughed.

The defeated man got up with a bitter smile, handed a blue jade to the other side, and arched his hand. "It was accepted."

As soon as the fighting ended, someone jumped onto the ring.

"Battle sign?"

Luo Feng noticed the blue jade sign, which was strange.

Fu Ningxue walked next to Luo Feng, noticed his expression, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You don't know the rules of the group two days ago?"

"Ok."

Luo Feng nodded. He didn't plan to attend the group meeting before, so he didn't ask carefully.

"You're really weird. I didn't know anything clearly, so I came to the group meeting ..."

A helpless smile appeared on Fu Ningxue's face, explaining:

"Every young warrior present can receive his own exclusive war sign. This war sign represents your qualification to compete on the stage. If you defeat your opponent, you can get a war sign from others. If you defeat, your own war The signing must be handed over to the opponent. Only those who have an exclusive war sign can be eligible to compete on the stage, so each person has only one chance of defeat. "

"This war sign is useful?" Luo Feng noticed the victorious person, got a cheerful look from the war sign, and asked.

"of course!"

Fu Ningxue gave Luo Feng a white look, and said, "When receiving the war sign, the spiritual circle and chakra warriors must pay one thousand second-grade stones. The true yuan warriors need to pay five thousand. At the end of the day, you can exchange for a Yuanshi with a war sign! "

Looking at a winning warrior, Fu Ningxue showed a hint of envy and said, "Winning a game means that you have won a thousand second-grade stones, or five thousand second-grade stones! But there are also rules, repair for Opponents who differ by two levels cannot fight. "

Luo Feng nodded. This would ensure the fairness of the duel and avoid challenges for Yuanshi who were especially weak.

Flashing his thoughts, Luo Feng casually asked: "If Yuan Haijing Da Neng participates, how many yuan stones do I need to pay to get a war visa?"

"The power of Yuan Haijing!"

Fu Ningxue stared at her beautiful eyes and bent over with a smile. "You're kidding. Even the top geniuses of the young generation in recent dynasties, who can reach the level of Yuan Haijing?"

Luo Feng scratched his head. "Hey, that's what he said."