Martial Arts Overlord

I couldn't figure out how this matter was related to He Qin. Luo Feng shook his head and stopped thinking.

"Okay, I promise you."

Seeing Luo Feng's promise, Xiao Yu was overjoyed, "One word is for sure!"

"Since Sister He Qin looked at this boy differently, I defeated him with my own hands!"

Xiao Yu glanced in the direction of He Qin, sneer at heart, and turned to leave.

"Group three, number five vs. number seven."

In the third game, it was Luo Feng's turn finally.

Luo Fengfei fell to three sets of high platforms.

"Students at Ziyang University? You are dead!"

Luo Feng's opponent is a tall boy from Wanluo College, with arms and shoulders, arms as thin as calves, muscles mixed, like a piece of steel, imposing.

Luo Feng was speechless. The other party was just a sevenfold Tibetan warrior. He was at the bottom of all the participants. He didn't know where to get the courage.

"Iwasa fist!"

The tall boy gave a swift slam, and his soles of his feet stepped on the ground. The hard stones cracked, and his right fist pulled out a sound boom, which blasted directly to Luo Feng.

Luo Feng shook his head and stood still, his body shining with a layer of transparent gas.

Bang!

The tall teenager's fist fell exactly on Luo Feng's body.

Luo Feng's suffocation flickered for a moment, his footsteps had not moved half a minute, and he remained motionless.

"Ok?"

The tall boy frowned, gnashed his teeth, swelled his muscles, and punched again.

Bang!

The transparent impact spread to the surroundings, shaking the entire platform with a humming sound.

The tall boy looked ugly, and asked his teeth. "What kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

Luo Feng shrugged and said indifferently "It's so much nonsense, it's my turn."

boom!

Luo Feng punched out, and the tall boy was directly hit by a volley, and fell heavily outside the high platform, feeling terrified.

No surprise, Luo Feng won the first victory.

"There are two hits."

Off the stage, Xiao Yu glanced at Luo Feng from a distance and didn't care.

Then came the second round, the third round of the duel, and until the fifth round, Luo Feng easily defeated the opponent and won five games in a row.

However, he has yet to meet Xiao Yu.

Bing Ruolan was in the second group and also won five games in a row.

Xiao Yu also did not lose there.

After the end of the five rounds, Zhou Yunyun announced a half-hour rest to let everyone recover their lost energy and strength.

At the corner of the VIP seat on the audience stage, Luo Tian regained his eyes from the square and said to Yang Qingdao, "It seems that Fenger has really reached the peak of the sevenfold Tibetan realm, and he has won five games in a row, and it looks like he has more power."

Yang Qing nodded, his eyes revealed with pride and excitement, and laughed, "If he goes on like this, he is likely to enter the ranking competition!"

Luo Tiandao "Well, win one or two games later, you should be able to enter the rankings."

Yang Qing blinked, "Is Fenger's goal really the first new hero?"

Luo Tian laughed. "The first new hero? It's best not to have too much hope. The four new heroes of a session are not general."

Yang Qing looked at the upright figure of Luo Feng in the square and said, "I don't think Feng Er is worse than them."

Luo Tian heard the words, smiled and shook his head without saying a word.

After the half-hour break, the qualifying game continues.

Bing Ruolan's luck was really bad this time. In the first game of the sixth round, she encountered the second group of elite college thorns.

"I never expected to meet him ..."

Bing Ruolan looked at the sword-like figure on the high stage, Dai Mei frowned slightly, and looked back at Luo Feng and asked, "Luo Feng, how can I fight with him?

Luo Feng groaned and shook his head.

If the thorn can not understand the sword, Bing Ruolan still has the hope of winning.

But the swordsman who understands the sword will be as powerful as a sword with a sharp edge, and his strength will increase by several levels! In the case where the opponent is low, there is no chance of winning.

Bing Ruolan nodded and said, "I give in."

Bing Ruolan's decision did not cause a sensation.

So far, all the students who met the four major newcomers have voluntarily given up.

Qualifying matches are ranked according to the number of wins. Losing one won't have much effect.

If you take a risk and challenge and get hurt, you will lose more than you gain.

After another round, Luo Feng's wins accumulated to six games.

Hu met the Thunder Gun Wanfeng in the sixth round of the day and also conceded.

Xiao Yu had good luck. The opponent in the sixth round was a warrior from the Tibetan elite period. He defeated in a few moves and also maintained a record of six games in a row.

The third round of the seventh round, Luo Feng again.

Opposite Luo Feng, stood a cold-eyed Tianlan Academy juvenile warrior, holding a sword in his hand, with a solid breath, repaired to reach the seventh stage of the Tibetan Realm!

"Boy, that's the end of your winning streak! Is it your own initiative or will I help you?" The boy held the sword and looked at Luo Feng confidently.

brush!

Luo Feng didn't bother to talk nonsense. When he showed his strength, the whole person turned into a breeze, disappeared on the high platform, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind the boy holding the sword.

"you……"

The boy holding the sword was frightened. He just shouted a word, and felt only a pain in his abdomen. The huge impact force made him fly up like a fallen leaf and fall out of the platform.

He fell heavily to the ground, and the boy holding the sword climbed from the ground, his face reconciled.

If the head-to-head loses, it's okay to be beaten by the opponent before even having time to do so, it's a shame to the extreme.

In the VIP seat, Zhou Yunyun looked at Luo Feng with a smile, and said, "Zhonghong Yuan, this student is not easy. What light weight martial arts he just showed is so fast."

Zi Hongyuan laughed and said, "His name is Luo Feng. This challenge match was tied with Ziyu. As for light body martial arts, it is the dragon step I got in the Chilong Mountains."

"Tenglongbu!"

Hearing that the other three college deans were all surprised.

Huo Tianqing, the dean of Piaoxue College, inhaled, "Your Ziyang Academy-level genius 6 Xiaoyun had never successfully practiced Tenglong Bu. Is this Luo Feng better than 6 Xiaoyun?"

Zhao Yaoshan, the dean of Wanluo College, sighed coldly, "This is impossible! A genius like 6 Xiaoyun, it is difficult to have a person for 100 years. At that time, 6 Xiaoyun participated in the Xinjie conference, which was already completed during the period of Yaechi Prefecture. This Luo Feng How can it be compared with him. "

Zi Hongyuan said, "Zhao Shaoshan, you didn't think of 6 Xiaoyun at that time."

Zhou Yunyun knew the contradiction between the two, and shifted the topic to say "Someone can't do anything with the thorn."

Hearing that several people's attention immediately gathered on the second group of platforms.

"The second group, number one to number five!"

The veteran of the second group announced.

Huh!

The sound fell, and a figure landed silently on the two groups of platforms. The sword was still in its sheath, and the momentum was already inconceivable. The eyes revealed by the gap between the eyelids were directly directed at the heart, just like a sharp sword.

"So terrible eyes, as if to pierce people!"

"It is indeed a figure who understands the sword's meaning. The whole person is like a sword out of the sheath! A person with an unsound mind may not have the courage to draw a sword in front of him."

Looking at the straight figure of the high platform, the stands talked for a while.

Luo Feng nodded slightly, looking at the spine's impossible eyes, slightly dignified.

The opponent's momentum is like a sword. This artistic conception is extremely terrifying. When integrated into swordsmanship, one can even lose the courage to fight.

At this time, a figure fell to the opposite side of the thorn.

A boy with a square face, he also uses a sword.

"Well, this guy doesn't even admit defeat, can't he and Prickly be unable to do anything?"

"I know him. This man is called Chuan Yunjian Xu Jiang. He is a young master of Tianlan College. He is famous for his swordsmanship. His sword skills are as fast as lightning. The enemy has not yet traced his sword.

The sound of Yanwu Square suddenly increased, and all eyes were attracted to the second group of platforms.

This is the first time that someone has faced the four major newcomers who refused to give up. Everyone is very good for this duel.

"You are not my opponent."

Thorns couldn't look at Xu Jiang calmly, even his voice was full of energy.

Xu Jiang didn't care about the other party's tone and shook his sword. He laughed, "Want me to wear the sword of Xu Jiang to admit defeat, and take out your ability. Others are afraid of your sword, I am not afraid!"

The spine couldn't shake his head. "Just let the horse come."

Hearing that, the square-faced boy looked dignified, pulled out the sword from the scabbard, stimulated his vitality, and when the momentum reached its peak, he suddenly stabbed into the thorn.

"Guan Yun wears the sun!"

Huh!

The sword tore the air and turned it into a huge sword light, as if going to penetrate through the void, the air flow of the entire platform was turbulent, and the hard rocky ground was innumerable cracks where the sword was torn!

The spines can't calm their eyes, close the index finger of the right hand, and move forward at will.

"You don't pull your sword!"

Seeing the thorns, the square-faced boy couldn't even pick up the sword with his fingers, his eyes could not help showing a little anger, his energy was soaring, and the sword surged again. Even the audience at the audience of 100 meters felt the terrible power of the sword.

Huh!

The thorns couldn't accurately block the tip of the sword with their fingers, and the square-faced boy turned red, but the tip of the sword was an inch in front of his fingers, and he could no longer move forward a little, and his face changed greatly.

"defeat!"

The thorns couldn't spit out the word, the momentum suddenly changed, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the void.

The boy with a square face only felt a huge force coming from the sword. The condensed sword light instantly shattered, and the sword flew off his hands. He flew out in disbelief with an unbelievable face, and spewed a blood in the air.

There was a gasping sound throughout Yanwu Square.

"It's amazing! Thorns can't beat Xu Jiang with your fingers! How strong is Jianyi!"

"Very strong! Xu Jiang's strength is too weak, and Thorns cannot even fully use their sword."

"Now it seems that the thorn can not possibly have the qualification to challenge He Qin, this Xinjie conference, the outcome is really unexpected ..."

Under the stage, Bing Ruolan blinked and said to Luo Feng, "You are right, I have no chance of winning against him."

Luo Feng smiled. He had seen Cang Nanyue show his sword, and his power was more than that.

After the seventh round, the eighth round started immediately.

After that ...

"The third group, six to seven."

"It's your turn." Bing Ruolan looked at Luo Feng.

"Ok."

Luo Feng nodded and looked away.

At the same time, Xiao Yu's eyes also looked to this side with a sneer in his mouth.

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