Martial Arts Overlord

"Shh!"

A gallant hero glanced at the restaurant by the window, and immediately made a snoring gesture. .

The people, who were talking about it, looked back. There was a black boy wearing a purple robe at the restaurant.

The young man's facial features are soothing, and he is drinking and drinking. The knife next to him is very eye-catching.

"Unexpectedly, there is still a student from the inner courtyard of Ziyang University." Someone whispered.

The others nodded and let go of their voices.

In the presence of others, it is not good to discuss that the other party ’s college will be at the bottom of the Xinjie conference. If the other person ’s temper bursts, he may have five steps in blood!

The black boy was Luo Feng. After annihilating the red blood village, he rushed day and night, passed the restaurant, and came in for a rest.

"Xinjie Conference lasts ..."

Luo Feng put down his chopsticks, a smile arose from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were calm.

He just heard the conversation clearly. If it was ten days ago, he was still a little worried.

He hears this remark now, and he is no longer attentive.

His Tianbingquan practice has reached the first level, plus he has touched the threshold of the general trend, and his strength has improved a lot. Even in the face of the Yaechi Prefecture strong, he has the confidence to fight!

"Speaking of the four new heroes, I don't know if you have heard of it. Some time ago, someone showed the body of the greedy wolf Du Lang outside Fengfeng City!"

"I have heard of it. It is rumored that his entire chest was penetrated and his body was terrible! He was unable to follow the thorns at the Nanfeng Auction House. He should have been killed under the thorns!

"Well, Du Lang is a strong man in the Yae Prefecture. He can't be killed by thorns ..."

"Thorn cannot comprehend the meaning of the sword, which is a trivial matter. In this way, he may be able to threaten the Tianxiang girl He Qin!"

The thorn cannot ...

Luo Feng's ears moved slightly, remembering the fierce momentum that he felt when Fengfeng City.

The imposing manner of a sword is hard to forget.

Although he had never met, he was sure that the person who felt that time could not be reached!

"I don't know my trend. For him, there will be a chance of winning."

At this point, Luo Feng had been drunk enough, left a silver bar on the table, got up and went out of the restaurant, took BMW Wuyun, and continued on his way.

The dark clouds of BMW traveled day and night. After a day and a night, Luo Feng returned to the college.

After completing the task at the Jiyang Hall, Luo Feng returned to the courtyard, and wanted to consolidate the situation while taking the remaining days.

...

In the small courtyard, the rainwater has filled the dried-up pool.

Luo Feng sat cross-legged next to the pool, his tiger sword squared on his knees, his eyes narrowed, his pupils flashed, and the whole man entered a mysterious and ethereal state.

An early morning breeze swept through the pool, wrinkling a turquoise water, Luo Feng's perception, the wind no longer flows, the water undulates, and the whole world seems to be still.

The mind is completely immersed in this wonderful state, and Luo Feng looks like a soul out of nowhere, overlooking everything around him, comprehending the various mysterious changes between movement and stillness.

Perception, when the world flowed again, Luo Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

Hum!

A treacherous wave spread from his body, a scabbard phantom appeared on him, and the tiger sword kept beating, as if pulled by an invisible force, and fell into Luo Feng's hand.

Uh ...

Immediately after holding the tiger's sword, the giant blade's false guide immediately retracted into the knife.

Suddenly, invisible vigor strangled beside Luo Feng, as if Daoshan rolled over, and the ground was suddenly lowered by half a foot.

"The general situation is like a knife. I don't know when it will be truly completed ..."

Luo Feng feels that his general situation has solidified a lot, but there is still a long way to go before the real general situation.

The body shook, Luo Feng converged, as if the sword was in his sheath, and his edge was gone, it was hard for outsiders to detect.

Bang ...

There was a knock on the door outside the yard.

Luo Feng thought it was ice-blue, and said loudly, "Come!"

Opening the gate of the college, a student wearing a uniform of the outer court appeared in front of Luo Feng, and it was Chen Yan who was in charge of the college correspondence.

"Brother Luo Feng, there are two letters from you." Chen Yan looked at Luo Feng's inner court uniform with envious eyes and handed over two letters.

Luo Feng's eyes flashed a little surprise, at this time someone wrote to him.

After receiving the letter, Luo Feng gave two bottles of Ning Yuandan to Chen Yan, and turned to close the gate.

"It's teaching!"

Opening the first letter, Luo Feng frowned.

The handwriting of the letter is very wild, with a touch of delicate fragrance, and the word "Ji Wuyue" is written at the end.

Since Ji Wuyue left the college and went to take part in the Golden Hall assessment, there has been no news for two months. Luo Feng hastily read the contents of the letter.

"Luo Feng, I have passed the assessment and become a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Palace. I will remember your gift of Dan."

"I'm glad to hear that you have become a Qianlong list student. I wanted to watch the Xinjie Conference and cheer for you, but unfortunately I can't leave the college within three months of becoming a disciple of Jindian. It's a pity that I can only meet again in another day . "

"In addition, Duan Muji will go to Yun Lanfeng in the near future. This person is cruel and hot, he is likely to shoot at you, you must be careful! Remember!"

Luo Feng read the content of the letter, a flash of a beautiful figure in his head flashed a smile.

"Teaching has really become a Golden Temple student."

Exhaling slowly, Luo Feng's eyes fell on the letter Duanmuji, his eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

In the Smelting Mountains that day, he was almost killed by Duan Muji. He had never forgotten the matter, but his strength was poor, so he kept this matter in his heart.

Now he has stepped into the peak of the Sevenfold Tibetan Realm, only one step away from the Yaechi prefecture, and he is no longer afraid of Duanmuji.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng's mind calmed down gradually.

Duanmu Ji is a strong man in Yaechi Prefecture. Although he is not afraid of each other and wants to win, he still has some difficulties.

"You still have to work hard."

Luo Feng shook his head and took out the second letter.

The letter on the envelope reads Luo Feng's personal words, with a vigorous stroke and penetrating the back of the paper. You can see the skill of the person who wrote.

father……

Luo Feng recognized the handwriting of the envelope, his eyes moved slightly, and he quickly opened the envelope.

The content of the letter is extremely simple, with only two sentences, your mother and I are heading for Yunlan Peak. Miss!

"Father, they will also watch Xinjie Conference!"

Luo Feng looked at the contents of the envelope and was taken aback. He calmed down after a while and shook the stationery with a smile.

"It seems that this competition must be won. It is best to take advantage of Xinjie Convention to get the title of the first Xinjie and let the father and mother also look good! I do not want to lose face in front of them.

Luo Feng made up his mind, closed the envelope, and immediately started practicing.

The peak of the sevenfold hidden spirits is still a bit ordinary. If he can step into the Yaechi prefecture, no one should be his opponent in the four major colleges, even if Duan Muji has the hope of winning.

In the morning, Luo Feng meditated and practiced in the courtyard, condensing the general situation.

At noon, Luo Feng continued to consolidate Tianbingquan.

Late, Luo Feng will go to Ziling Peak to practice Tenglong Bu and Tiansha Sword.

Three more days have passed, and two days remain until Xinjie Conference.

In the early morning of this day, Luo Feng was meditating and condensing the general situation. For a few days of cultivation, his martial arts and cultivation have improved, but it is still impossible to break through the barriers in a short time.

Uh ...

Suddenly, a long bell came from the direction of the college.

Luo Feng opened his eyes and said to himself, "It seems to be going to Yunlan Peak."

The venue of the annual Xinjie Conference is held in one of the four colleges.

Last year's Xinjie conference, Tianlan College came out on top, so this year's New Year's conference was held at Yunyang Peak's Ziyang College.

Luo Feng stood up from the ground, returned to the room, took a few clothes and some necessities, and took the door to the Academy Square.

The flat and magnificent College Square is already crowded at this time. There are nine figures standing on the high platform. They are all Qianlong students. The first person is purple kite. Already fixed at the peak of the sevenfold hidden essence.

Behind Ziyu, in turn are the two swordsmen Yang Hong, the picker Xu Mei, and the ice is blue ...

"Luo Feng! Why are you here!"

Bing Ruolan was hoping on her toes, and when she saw Luo Feng, she shook her hand.

The other students next to him saw a look of envy when they saw such a scene.

Bing Ruolan is one of the three beauties of the academy. In addition to her reputation as a fairy, she is also known in private as a beauty. I usually seldom look at others, let alone greet people with such enthusiasm.

Luo Feng didn't care about the surrounding eyes, touched his nose, and walked closer. "I've been practicing in retreat for the past few days. I heard the bell just now, and I know it's going to Yunlan Peak today."

"No wonder I haven't seen you these days." Bing Ruolan smiled.

At this time, Dean Zi Hongyuan came over and just heard the conversation, he couldn't help but ask, "Luo Feng, have you made any progress during this time?"

Jiang Hu's comments on the Xinjie Conference have also heard a lot. Although he also knows that it is not easy to win, he can't help but have some expectations.

Only those who hope to compete for the four new titles are Luo Feng and Ziyu.

Luo Feng bluntly stated, "Cultivation has not been improved, but Tian Beng Quan has been cultivated to the top."

"Tian Bengquan! Is this Xuan-level inferior martial art?"

Wen Yan Zi Hongyuan took a sigh of cold air and stared at Luo Feng with a stun.

Luo Feng nodded, there is no need to hide this kind of thing, his biggest hole card is the general trend.

Seeing Luo Feng's admission, not only Zi Hongyuan, but Xu Mei and others beside him were unbelievable.

Practice half a month to become a junior inferior martial art, what a martial arts talent!

The higher the quality of martial arts, the more difficult it is for practice. Ordinary people give him a year to practice martial arts of lower grades.

Even if it was Zi Hongyuan, it took him five months to practice Xuan-level lower-grade martial arts!

But Qi Luofeng is still not worth mentioning.

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