Martial Arts Overlord

"Luo Feng, the Ten Son ..."

After hearing the words of the young martial artist, the three at the same table gave a slight stupefaction, and one laughed: "You are talking about the Luo Feng of the Canglan Dynasty?"

"It's not who else he is. From ancient times to the present, there is only one of his ten saints. I believe there will be no more in the future."

The young warrior took a sip of wine, with a smile on his face, and continued, "Of course, he is by far the only holy son in the holy land who is not worthy of name."

"What do you say?"

"Oh, you understand in your heart, why bother with me."

The young warrior smiled and said, "In the original evaluation of the Holy Land, the elders of the Holy Land were pitiful that he was buried at the hands of the Demon at the young age, and then he was named a so-called Tenth Son. Otherwise, a small country in northern Xinjiang is unknown How can the unknown people who came out get the title of the Holy Son, I am afraid that the first round will be eliminated. Regardless of strength and potential, all four of us are above this tenth Son. The kid can be named the Holy Son. It's dead without regrets, although some are not true ... "

"Ha ha ha!" The three of them laughed.

Lin Hongyi glanced at the four, frowning darkly.

She spent some time in Songwumen. In fact, she knew that many people did not take Luo Feng as the tenth son seriously. It was just the first time she heard such mocking remarks without any scruples.

The four young warriors all talked about prosperity, and continued to talk about it.

"In addition to the queen of northern Xinjiang, ghost swords have long been famous veteran geniuses. Where are there any geniuses now? They can only be placed at the bottom of the four territories. This top ten honorable congress is from northern geniuses. In the middle, a little bit interesting, only Chu Yunxiang who praises Wumen. However, compared to Jin Zhenjian Jinshitai, who is going out of our southern Xinjiang, Brother Jin, Hua Yuntian, and the first son, Lin Hao, do n’t Worth mentioning. "

"Well, it is an indisputable fact that the northern Xinjiang is weak. The quality and quantity of genius cannot be compared with our southern Xinjiang at all."

"Hey, the four of us going to northern Xinjiang are enough to sweep those young talents and become famous."

"Oh, what's the point of dominating the king in a group of meat sheep."

The swordsman in blue shook his head. "I made a circle in northern Xinjiang before. There are no decent masters at all. There is no way for me to make my best efforts. This time, I hope to meet Chu Yunxiang. I heard that he is now the leader of the new generation of Song Wumen, and I hope it will not disappoint me. "

boom!

The four were talking wildly. Suddenly, a young gunman sitting nearby, with a slap in his face, glared at the four people:

"Keep your mouth out, and you dare to talk about the talents of Northern Territory! You are not worthy of mentioning shoes to Brother Chu Yunxiang because of your little strength!"

"It's you who praise Wumen."

Luo Feng put down his chopsticks and glanced at the person who stood out, and said to Lin Hongyi.

Lin Hongyi nodded gently, saying nothing.

The four people who were talking also fell on the young gunmen, and the young saber wearing a blue suit disapproved. "Who are you? I don't talk to unknown people."

The young gunman snorted coldly, and despite the obstructions of several people at the same table, he stood up and said, "Song Wumen disciple Zhao Kuo, a member of the Hengfeng Kingdom of Northern Xinjiang!"

He bit the word northern Xinjiang extremely heavily.

"Ha ha!"

It was said that the young swordsman who just spoke gave a slight smile and flicked his fingers. "Zhao Kuo? I don't know. An insider disciple should not come out to offer ugliness."

Several people did not give Zhao Kuan face at all, of course, they did not need to give face, the four of them had a golden sword carving on their chests, all of them were disciples in the Holy Land.

Zhao Kuo's face was iron-blue, and he suddenly pointed his spear at the four people. He was infused with real power, and a sharp and powerful force suddenly burst out. Shen channeled:

"That being the case, you dare to fight me!"

The young swordsman didn't get up, and said lightly, "You haven't qualified for me to shoot yet. However, since you are so persistent, then I'm not good enough to blow your invitation. Brother Han, go play with him."

The young swordsman looked at a young handsome man in a yellow suit opposite him.

"haha okay."

The youth in yellow clothes stood up and glanced at Zhao Kuo, saying:

"Heaven Sword Sect Han Sung, I will advise you on the tricks. However, the sword was ruthless and hurt me. That's what you asked for."

Seeing this, the warriors sitting nearby receded a distance.

Although they also felt that these four people said a little too much, they were both holy disciples on both sides, so it was hard to get involved.

"Hum, please enlighten me!"

Zhao Kuo saw the other side despised, twisted into a deep Sichuan word in the middle of his eyebrows, and drank deeply. The brown gold spear in his hand turned into a blood-colored lightning bolt, bursting out, and the blood-colored gun-mantle from the tip of the gun volleyed. For a fierce and roaring wolf, the might is fierce.

The young man in yellow saw a rush of gunfire when he saw the slightest disdain in his eyes.

Huh!

There was no sword drawing at all. The young man in yellow clothes put his **** together with his right hand, a little space apart. The **** seemed to be sharp swords, tearing the air, and accurately clicking on the skull of the giant wolf.

The wolf trembled slightly and burst suddenly. Zhao Kuo stepped back a few steps.

drink!

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhao Kuan's boiling real Yuan turned into a raging flame.

"Get me another shot, the wind is hot!"

boom!

The shot exploded, and the temperature of the entire sixth floor of the restaurant skyrocketed. The long gun in Zhao Kuo's hand seemed to be no longer a long gun, but a continuous twisting flame storm, which blasted the youth in yellow from all directions.

The yellow swordsman's face was illuminated with red, his eyes narrowed, his figure took a step back, and his right hand was placed on the hilt.

"Eat me a sword!"

Huh!

The light of the sword flashed, and the sharp edge rose.

boom!

On the sparkling Mars, Zhao Kuo was holding a spear, he vomited blood and flew backwards. Several tables were smashed directly. The restaurant wall behind him was punched out of a large hole by sharp vigor, causing a burst of exclamation.

"Zhao Kuo!"

Zhao Kuo's several people walked forward to support Zhao Kuo.

"It's vulnerable."

The young man in yellow clapped his hands, disdainful.

The several people who were holding Zhao Kuo's face were angry and dare not speak.

They wanted to get back their faces, but among several people, Zhao Kuo, who was divided into five gods, had the strongest strength. Now Zhao Kuo was easily defeated by the other party, and they didn't get up.

Moreover, it seems that the other sword was not fully exerted at all!

The blue youth led by the four disciples of Tian Jianzong also stood up at this moment and smiled at the young youth in yellow:

"Brother Han, it seems that your swordsmanship has improved again during this time. You should be able to show your limelight at this Top Ten Supreme Master Conference."

"Brother passed the prize. Compared to you, my strength is not worth mentioning at all."

The young man in the yellow suit put his sword back in his sheath, glanced at Zhao Kuo and his group, and smiled lightly: "However, it seems that I have a high level of talents in northern Xinjiang."

"Listen to me and persuade you to go back to avoid shame at the conference."

In the last sentence, the youth in yellow clothes said to Zhao Kuo.

"you!"

Several of Zhao Kuo's faces were bleeding with blood.

There were also some young talents from the North Xinjiang who were listening to anger at the moment. Several people couldn't help but want to stand out and were stopped by their next companions.

The four disciples of Tianjian Sect are not weak, especially the blue swordsman, the real Yuan swayed, and revealed the fullness faintly, is the eighth peak of Divine Realm! Moreover, in this fullness, there is a hint of sharpness, which makes people dare not ignore it.

"Don't be impulsive, that person is Gu Lin of Tian Jianzong!" Someone whispered.

Gu Lin is not a nameless person. Even in the entire southern Xinjiang, he is a small and famous genius. He is not only a strong man in the Divine Realm, but also has a good intention. Even if there is a rumor, The position of the Ten Golden Swords in the Heavenly Sword Hall must also have his place!

Sure enough, when I heard the name Gu Lin, I was still very aggressive just now. The few people who wanted to stand out immediately frowned and looked down, but a face turned red, so humiliated in the face, but unable to fight back ...

"let's go!"

Some northern Xinjiang talents couldn't stand the atmosphere and got up and left.

"Looks like I can pass the time. I don't know if they deny me this ten wise son."

Luo Feng smiled at Lin Hongyi.

The appearance of Gan Yun before made him have no good opinion of Tian Jianzong.

Aside from this, he is not a person who likes to forbear.

He is also a member of the Northern Territory. Anyone who feels so ridiculed will feel unhappy.

Luo Feng was about to get up, but was stopped by Lin Hongyi.

"He hurt me when I praised Wumen, and naturally I should be here."

"Okay. Watch out for the blue swordsman. You are not his opponent."

Luo Feng froze, and sat down again, admonishing.

"Ok."

Lin Hongyi nodded and stepped out.

"Are you going to fight again?"

Seeing no one daring to get ahead, the young man in yellow clothes was very happy. He looked around on the sixth floor of the restaurant, and finally fell on Zhao Kuo, his head slightly raised.

Zhao Kuo's face was iron-blue. If it wasn't pulled by several companions, I'm afraid he would rush out immediately.

"Brother Zhao, the good guys don't want to lose money. When we see Brother Chu Yunxiang, let's do some calculations!"

Someone whispered.

At this time.

"You step back."

At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded beside.

The person who spoke was Lin Hongyi.

Hearing the sound, everyone's eyes fell on her.

"you are……"

Several people at Zhao Kuo saw Lin Hongyi with confusion.

Although Lin Hongyi practiced in Songwumen for a few years, most of the time she practiced in retreat, she lived in abode, and many disciples never even met her.

Lin Hongyi walked to a few people, took out the token of Song Wumen's inner disciple, and then turned to the youth in yellow clothes:

"I'll fight you!"

After hearing the words, Zhao Kuo frowned slightly, and hurriedly told Lin Hongyi with a voice: "Don't be impulsive. This person's swordsmanship is not trivial. I estimate that his strength is far beyond the ordinary five-strong power of the Divine Realm. You are not opponent!"

As soon as Lin Hongyi came out, he watched it, and the other side was so indifferent to him that he naturally persuaded him at this moment.

Lin Hongyi turned a deaf ear to this, her cold eyes only looked at the youth in yellow clothes.

The young man in yellow clothes looked at Lin Hongyi and smiled indifferently. "Who is my Tao? It turned out to be another disciple of Songmen and a woman. Are you from northern Xinjiang too?"

"Northland Canglan Dynasty Lin Hongyi." Lin Hongyi said.

"Canglan Dynasty ..."

The young man in yellow froze for a moment, then glanced at his companion next to him, "Isn't that the ten holy son Luo Feng, the man in the Canglan Dynasty?"

"I never thought it would happen so."

"Brother Han, she is from the same place as the Ten Sages, so you have to be careful." The other three were also a bit surprised, chatting and laughing next to them, not keeping Lin Hongyi in mind.

The young man in yellow turned his head and said to Lin Hongyi, "Looking at you as a woman, I advise you to give up, so as not to insult yourself."

"Lin Hongyi ..."

Zhao Kuo also wanted to persuade Lin Hongyi not to be impulsive.

"Gossip!"

Lin Hongyi was too lazy to talk nonsense, Liu Mei raised his head, inhaled, stepped out, directly ignored the distance of several meters, appeared in front of the young man in yellow clothes, and shone with a fist of pale gold, and punched out.

hiss!

The young man in yellow clothes only felt a towering pressure, coming to his face. In his eyes, the fist that looked like a magnificent mountain, the pressure was so amazing that he exploded all over his hair, too late to think about it, Stepping forward, the figure quickly retreated, knocking over two tables one after another.

Lin Hongyi did not chase, punched half the punches, and immediately closed it back, just watching the young man in the yellow suit stepping back.

"Since you don't appreciate it, blame me!"

The young man in yellow clothes kept his body steady and stared at Lin Hongyi, a haze appeared on his face. He never thought that he would be forced to retreat.

Of course, he didn't take Lin Hongyi to heart, just now he didn't expect the other party to have the courage to take the shot, which was too careless.

Otherwise, it will never be the case.

"Take it!"

Lin Hongyi didn't say a word, she showed her body again, and once again appeared in front of the youth in yellow clothes, punching out.

Humph!

The young man in yellow clothes showed disdain, and put his **** together with his right hand and pointed out with one finger.

"Master, be careful!" The blue swordsman saw the clues, his face changed slightly, and he reminded him.

It's a pity it's too late.

boom!

The air swelled, and when the finger touched the fist, the air made a dull pop.

The young man in yellow clothes had a confident face just now, first he was puzzled, then he was surprised, and finally he turned into an incredible shock. He groaned, and was directly shocked by more than 10 steps. It shattered and slammed against the wall, hitting a wall made of Baiyuyan, cracking numerous cracks, and bleeding blood from the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Zhao, what's going on ..."

Several people next to Zhao Kuo, looking at this scene, were unbelievable.

Zhao Kuo didn't answer. He licked his lips and looked at Lin Hongyi's back, a little lost.

He played against the youth in yellow clothes, knowing that the other party's strength was overbearing, so when he saw the other party being pushed back by Lin Hongyi, his heart was even more shocked.

"hateful!"

The young man in yellow clothes was half white and half red, and he pulled out the long sword with a bang, and said ruthlessly in his mouth:

"No wonder you dare to stand up, but you have one or two points, but unfortunately not enough!"