Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Fuck off!"

The deaconess became more and more angry. Before Zhang Yifeng could speak, she suddenly yelled to the sky, her head full of red hair and no wind, she looked like a madman, and released a terrifying aura. This woman is an acquired warrior.

"Ahem! Deacon Ding, don't scare the young man."

The voice of a middle-aged man came. Obviously, he felt that the woman's behavior was a bit too much.

Only then did Deacon Ding put away his aura, but still reluctantly said: "Our Lightning Hall was ruined by this group of ants! If this continues, my Lightning Hall will never become the leader of the Eighth Hall. Young man now, I really want to curse his uncle!"

When the woman's words fell, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"Boy, what are you laughing at!" Deacon Ding turned his head, staring at Zhang Yifeng with beautiful eyes.

Zhang Yifeng shrugged and said, "Should I be honest?"

"Say!"

"Well, I was thinking just now, should their uncle be looking forward to it."

"What do you expect?" Deacon Ding did not react for a while.

Zhang Yifeng hasn't answered yet. The middle-aged man who spoke just now spoke again and reminded with a smile: "You just said you missed the young man."

"..."

Deacon Ding was speechless for a moment.

"Well, can I sign up now?"

Zhang Yifeng's voice came again.

The middle-aged man is obviously more amiable, and said to Zhang Yifeng: "Yes, follow the process, you come here to make a note, and we ask you a few questions. Now, tell me your name, history, and age."

"My name is Zhang Yifeng and I am 21 years old. I come from Bailongcheng."

After listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, Deacon Ding, who had restrained his emotions, was about to run away again. Ouch, my violent temper can't be controlled at all.

"You are so young, what kind of competition are you here to participate in! Also, are you a beast cultivator? Don't you just give it to my mother!"

roll roll roll!

This time, Deacon Ding was really angry.

Although the group of people just now had no ambitions and just mixed the top ten spots, they were at least much more reliable than this kid. Only twenty-one? How awesome can it be! He even wondered if this kid was a beast cultivator.

She was right, Zhang Yifeng was indeed not a beast cultivator.

"Deacon Ding, calm, calm."

The voice of the middle-aged man came again.

"I said, I have no eggs, why calm down!"

At the table, Zhang Yifeng's face was not good at that time, and he was yelled and rolled. This taste is definitely not so pleasant. Especially for a man with self-esteem, the word "Fun" is extremely insulting.

Zhang Yifeng turned his head to look at Deacon Ding, and said coldly: "Isn't there a rule that the contest is not allowed to sign up?"

"No. But you mean, you really didn't awaken the beast blood?" Deacon Ding looked ugly.

"It doesn't matter whether I have awakened beast blood or not. You just have to remember one thing. I participate in the competition not for pooling the number of people, nor for experience. I am here for the first! Because I want to become a resident of the royal city."

In addition to becoming a disciple of a powerful force, the person who wins the first place can also obtain a waist card that symbolizes the status of a royal city.

Zhang Yifeng's words were sonorous and powerful, and they kept echoing around. He is probably the first person who dared to yell at a foreigner from the Shen family.

However, Zhang Yifeng even dared to kill Shen Qingteng, and what he didn't dare to yell at foreigners.

Stayed, the people in the hall were a little confused.

Whether it is Deacon Ding or two middle-aged people.

"Who wants to grab a disciple with me? Let me see who it is, whether it is qualified or not."

Just when the atmosphere was a little weird, a big laugh came from outside the door. A young man strode into the hall.

The young man was dressed in a blue shirt and looked quite ordinary, but his pair of sword eyebrows was unique.

"Did you say it?"

After the youth came in, he walked towards Zhang Yifeng. The tone was contemptuous, and his eyes were proud.

"It's me. Any comments?" Zhang Yifeng glanced at the young man, his expression unchanged.

The young man laughed and said, "Of course there are opinions, because the number one position will only be my Jiang Hentai."

Jiang Hentai?

Zhang Yifeng felt that such a name was very familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, Jiang Wujin highlighted it in the manual Shen Qingteng gave him.

"You are Jiang Wujin?"

Zhang Yifeng hadn't spoken yet, but Deacon Ding's excited voice came. It was obvious that she had also heard of Jiang Wujin.

"Several seniors, it's me." Jiang Wujin smiled brighter, his popularity is definitely much higher than Zhang Yifeng. Everyone knows Jiang Wujin, but they don't know who Zhang Yifeng is.

"You came to my Lightning Hall to sign up?" Even the calm middle-aged man couldn't bear it.

Jiang Wudai nodded and said, "Yes. I heard that the Lightning Hall is at the entrance of the Eighth Hall, and it has been mediocre, so I came. Those who do not have confidence in themselves, dare not choose the Lightning Hall, afraid that the Lightning Hall will bring them to themselves. Bad luck, but I’m not afraid, because I’m sure that this year’s champion will only be me! Jiang endless!"

Domineering, arrogant and confident!

His tone seems to have confirmed that this year's champion is him.

"Good, good, really young and promising."

"Brave!"

"It seems that this year, I will not be a foil."

The three foreigners, you and me, seem to have forgotten the existence of Zhang Yifeng, and everyone's attention is on Jiang Wujin. Even the beautiful deaconess was smiling.

"Your name is Zhang Yifeng, right? You go, you are not even a beast cultivator, come to join in the fun, and I don't know how the city lord of the White Dragon City will give you the qualifications.

The beautiful deacon coldly spoke to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng frowned, just about to say something, Jiang Wujin's voice suddenly came out: "Several elders, can he successfully sign up? I want to see if such an arrogant person has real materials."

"This……"

Several deacons were taken aback for a moment, then the middle-aged took the lead in speaking.

"Well, as long as you are sure to register in my Lightning Hall, I will give him this place."

"I'm sure, you can fill out the form now." Jiang Wujin smiled faintly.

"Okay!" The middle-aged laughed, and then looked at Zhang Yifeng, "Boy, you are lucky, you can also fill out the form."

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng walked over and filled out the registration form, without saying a word from beginning to end.

It's useless to say more. When fighting, you know who is the champion.

After filling out the form, Zhang Yifeng left the Lightning Hall and returned to the inn.

For the next time, Zhang Yifeng remained closed. Either practice martial arts, or practice meteor hammer method.

I don't know if it was because of the increase in cultivation base. Three days later, Zhang Yifeng finally succeeded in hitting 108 hammers.

Three more days later, Zhang Yifeng was completely proficient with 108 hammers.

In his spare time, Zhang Yifeng sacrificed the black iron holy furnace and used the high-grade materials on his body to refine the scar of the sky.