Chapter 137: Plan to Break Through the True Meaning

Early the next morning.

A group of people walked towards the venue in a mighty manner.

The major schools came out one after another, and Li Tong glanced at Chen Feng, a little confused.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Looking carefully, Chen Feng's face looked slightly haggard, and the light in his eyes was a bit darker than usual.

"Kind of."

With a slight nod, Chen Feng took over the other party's reasons.

In fact, this is caused by excessive consumption of summoning the Holy Shield Colossus in the dream, which is the same principle as injury and death.

Fortunately, this was within his tolerance and had little impact on his strength.

and

Looking at it, the panel in front of me prompts real levitation.

The word "Ji Dou" came to mind. It was the true intention of "Ji Dou" that he had been looking for for a long time.

I thought I would continue to try my luck by hitting my head against the wall, but in the end

Shaking his head secretly, Chen Feng looked at the panel in front of him attentively.

[Gokutoken: Beginner (1%)+]

I finally got started with this high-level method in extraordinary martial arts.

Even if he has not reached the Meteor realm, the effect is extremely powerful, allowing him to gather his strength in a short period of time and explode several times with blows that are comparable to micro-missiles.

The power is even 30% more powerful than the Pillar of Burning Flame, which releases its power outwards, and it doesn't even need to accumulate momentum.

Look down.

[Jiwu: 4]

Four copies of Jiwu may allow Ji Dou Fist to break through to the Meteor realm.

but

His eyes moved down again, looking at the skills column.

[Red Tiger Strength: Burning Mountain (66%) +]

If they were all broken down, he would definitely be able to break through to the Red Tiger level and enter the realm of true meaning.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered.

Chen Feng hesitated.

No matter which one you choose, you will definitely not lose money.

But precisely because of this, it was somewhat difficult for him to decide.

"It's normal. The competition is about to begin, so you will be a little nervous."

I don't know what he was thinking, but Li Tong, who was walking on the road, did not blame him. Instead, he smiled and comforted him with a few words: "It was the same when I participated in the martial arts conference for the first time."

"When the time comes, just perform normally. I'm relieved that you will be the one to take action in the martial arts competition."

Hearing this, Zhao Jushan and Lin Xiaoyun both nodded and did not refute.

Yesterday's battle made them completely understand a truth.

The descendant of his own family who is naturally domineering, he is already at the top of the martial arts world, and he is one of the best in the southern martial arts world.

With each other knowing everything, they were confident in the martial arts conference, and even the Feilong style dared to give it a try.

Seeing this, Chen Feng was silent for a moment.

He already knew the rules of the tournament.

It is mainly a competition between Jin Jin and Zhenyi level. The opponents are random and all depends on drawing lots.

The winner gets points, the loser gets fewer points, and this determines the final ranking.

Enter the spirit first and then the true meaning. The conference lasted for several days.

so.

"I see."

Nodding in response, Chen Feng seemed to have complied with the expectations of his master and the two true disciples.

But in fact, he made a decision.

Instead of pursuing uncertain results, stick to your initial goals.

That is, breaking through the true meaning!

only.

His eyes flashed, thinking of the conversation just now, Chen Feng had some better plans.

Since you have decided to break through to your true meaning, you must make the most of this opportunity.

The Heart of Glory still needs to be upgraded, and the victory in the Jinjin Competition will also affect Yanhu Ryu's ranking in the martial arts world.

Therefore, you might as well participate in the competition first to help your faction gain points.

Then, he would break through in private and participate in the follow-up with the master to deal with other true meanings.

As for the practice of Ji Dou Fist, it is not too late to continue collecting Ji Wu Guangtuan after entering the dream.

Suddenly, my thoughts became clear and there was no hesitation.

Chen Feng's steps gradually slowed down, and his mood became calmer.

Tap!

A group of five people entered the venue.

Buzz!

"I didn't expect the Golden Eagle Flow to come so early."

"How are these seats arranged? Why are we in the third row?"

"Tsk, tsk, I just saw people from the Shinzaru-ryu. There are only a few of them. They are really becoming more and more declining."

There was a sudden noise, and a lot of talk flew into my ears.

After taking a closer look, the internal space of the venue is thousands of square meters.

There are nine white and gray arenas in the center, with dozens of rows of seats arranged in a ring on both sides.

There is a huge transparent glass cover, which is half-opened because it is sunny at the moment.

There are corresponding school signs near each seat, and the order is based on the ranking of the previous martial arts conference, from left to right, and then back.

At this moment, nearly a thousand people appeared in the venue, either sitting or standing.

Nearly a hundred genres, obviously more people than what we saw at the restaurant last night

They all come from several provinces in the south, and according to the requirements of the martial arts conference, even the weakest one has Master Rujin in charge.

"Hey, Lao Li, are you here?"

Halfway through, someone said hello.

An old man with gray hair, of medium build, wearing a loose robe with the word Wan Lian embroidered on it.

There were several disciples standing behind him, including Senior Brother Qin Tao whom Chen Feng had met yesterday.

"I heard that you were tricked by someone from Feilong Ryu yesterday."

"Really or not?"

The old man came closer and asked curiously, and Li Tong glanced at him with a smile.

"What, you want to help me find my place?"

His expression froze, and the visitor choked.

Li Tong smiled and did not provoke him, and quickly motioned to Chen Feng and the two behind him.

"These are my two apprentices, Chen Feng and Zhao Tingxiao."

"This leader of the Lu faction of Wanlian Sect in Luohe City, just call me Senior Lu."

After hearing this, Chen Feng and the others clasped their fists in greeting, while Zhao Jushan and others had known each other for a long time.

"These two apprentices are pretty good."

With a chuckle, Leader Lu looked at Chen Feng emphatically.

His eyes brightened slightly, he nodded kindly, and then he and Li Tong walked towards the location together.

Yanhu Ryu ranked sixteenth last time and was in the second row.

Wan Lian Sect is ranked more than thirty, but because the seats extend back in a fan shape, the two sides are very close to each other, one behind the other.

The disciples from both sides naturally walked together. During this period, Chen Feng sensed slight movement and noticed some malice.

Turning his head to look, he saw that it was Song Heliu who was also sitting in the second row.

Yang Chengyuan, the white-haired old man of the True Meaning level, was sitting among them. He looked at him with evil eyes without being angry.

Most of the disciples behind him had cold faces and the same expression.

In addition, several factions that blocked the road yesterday were also seen by Chen Feng again.

Or second row or third row.

Yiquan style, Baguazhang style, Giant Bear style, Asuka style

Looking at them, it can be seen that most of them have unfamiliar faces, but their expressions are similar to Song Heliu, with some coldness and evil thoughts.

Including the two true meanings, one fat and one thin, who were blocking the road, also appeared again.

"It seems that you have offended quite a few people."

"Have you thought about how it will end then?"

Leader Lu of Wan Lian Sect asked in a low voice, also aware of these malicious glances.

Li Tong nodded inaudibly, but did not speak.

It’s not like no one has advised him to give up this competition.

Who doesn’t understand the truth of keeping green hills without worrying about having no firewood?

But, there is something.

The final dignity of the relationship school does not allow him to retreat any further.

Seeing this, Leader Lu sighed and said no more.

The group of people moved forward and sat down in the second and third rows.

Hundreds of factions arrived one after another, and the noisy discussion became more and more loud.

Until the end, there was movement at the entrance of the venue.

Chen Feng lowered his eyes and looked, as dozens of figures finally arrived.

A robe, mostly white, a few blue.

The only thing they have in common is that on the top of their robes, there is a pattern of a flying dragon flying in the clouds and spreading its teeth and claws.

"Coming."

Zhao Jushan spoke seriously.

Not only him, but thousands of people from nearly a hundred schools present also paid attention to him.

Breathing calmly, face rosy.

From the dirty training to the third level of strength, there are two people who really lead the team.

Without any courtesy, the people from the Feilong style sat directly in the main seat in the middle of the first row.

"Isn't this Feilong style's airs a bit big?"

"I have never seen them participate in martial arts competitions before, and there is no ranking. Now they occupy the first place. What does it mean?"

"Look at the people from the Golden Flying Eagle stream, their faces are all dark."

Voices rang out one after another, mostly dissatisfied.

Whoosh!

Immediately, a true master of the Feilong style could be seen leaping forward and standing on a white-grey stage in the center.

Ignoring the frowns from other schools, he spoke directly.

"Feilongliu, Jiang Yunshan, I have met all of my comrades."

The sound was strong and clearly reached everyone's ears without the aid of a microphone.

A faint silhouette of a flying dragon could be seen quietly emerging, hovering behind the opponent.

He looks to be in his forties, but his aura of true meaning is extremely pure, no less than that of any sect leader present.

With just this move, most of the noise in the venue dissipated.

"I, the Feilong style, have not participated in a martial arts competition for thirty years. I think many of my colleagues have forgotten about me."

With a calm tone, the middle-aged Zhenyi named Jiang Yunshan looked around at everyone and said slowly: "But it doesn't matter."

"Because of this martial arts conference, everyone will definitely remember us."

"Remember, I am Tianshui Feilongliu."

Groan! !

As if a dragon's roar sounded, the shadow of the other party's true meaning flew into the sky and flew in a circle over the entire venue.

Many people from smaller sects looked at this movement with astonishment, including the true meaning masters from the five top sects including the Giant Elephant Sect, who also frowned solemnly.

"Um?"

Suddenly, I felt a slight movement.

Chen Feng turned his gaze and looked at Feilongliu's seat.

"It doesn't look very good either."

"This is our school's former opponent? To be honest, it feels quite weak."

"I'm really afraid that I'll beat them to death in a moment."

A dozen eyes looked at each other quietly, showing indifference, curiosity, disdain, and provocation.

Chen Feng could detect some undisguised malice, especially among the true disciples wearing blue robes.

"Senior brother."

Zhao Tingxiao sat on the edge, his expression not very good.

He could also feel that he was being provoked, looked at, and pointed at by people from the Feilong style, and he felt an unknown anger welling up in his heart.

"Junior Brother Zhao, calm down."

Zhao Jushan patted his shoulder and comforted him.

This is what martial arts conferences are like, it is about the ranking of schools and the division and competition of their respective territories.

Few people will reciprocate kindness.

What's more, Feilong Liu already had some grudges with them.

In this regard, Chen Feng's expression remained calm. He just silently looked at the middle-aged man on the stage, finished talking nonsense, and announced the start of the competition.

"It seems like the old rules are still there."

Lin Xiaoyun said something, and it could be seen that people were walking out among the seats at the venue, mostly juniors who were practicing in the visceral realm.

Although the focus of the competition is energy and true meaning.

However, in order to let some juniors see the world, exchange experience, and warm up the venue.

Every martial arts conference will give one or two hours in advance to let some disciples below the level of entering the power to go on stage to exchange and challenge each other.

Ta-ta!

Suddenly, there was a mixture of discussions.

Figures can be seen flickering on the ring, and soon some disciples of the middle-ranking schools came on the ring.

"I am Qingyun Palm, challenging Yueying School!"

"Feiniao School, dare to fight!"

"Yiquan School, get down!"

Similar voices kept ringing, and the challenged people of the major schools did not show weakness, and jumped out one after another to go on stage to fight.

Some masters of Feilong School came on stage as referees, and the sound of fighting echoed one after another.

It took only a few minutes before and after, and the winner was revealed. It can be seen that some disciples who practiced Zang were beaten to vomit blood and flew backwards.

During this period, look around.

Chen Feng saw a familiar figure on a ring below.

He was wearing a green robe with a black word "ape" embroidered on it.

He was lean and had a short haircut. He was the disciple of the Heart Ape School who had come to apologize, Sun Fei.

The opponent had also completed his internal training, and the white energy on his body was about to cover his arms.

He continued to strike with his palms, and his body was flexible. After a struggle, he quickly defeated a disciple of a small school.

"Thank you."

Sun Fei clasped his fists and bowed. His opponent covered his chest and was unwilling to leave.

Liu Fangming, who was sitting in the stands, was very pleased and satisfied with his disciple's performance on the stage.

Although this would not earn points and improve the ranking of the Heart Ape School, the opponent also opened his eyes and really went on stage to experience it.

It would be beneficial to the future of the Heart Ape School.

Taking all this into consideration, Chen Feng began to wait silently.

There were only disciples like them who had entered the energy and true meaning in the Yanhu School, and there were no disciples of lower realms.

For more than an hour, they were just spectators, watching the competition between the major schools.

Until the end, just when this heated competition was about to end.

It can be seen that the Feilong School, which had never moved, actually had nine white-robed disciples who came on stage one after another.

Swish, swish, swish!

The figures flashed, and the white light quickly covered both palms.

"Nine people who have perfected their internal organs?"

Lin Xiaoyun narrowed her eyes, her expression a little serious.

A glimpse of the whole leopard can reveal the whole picture. The Feilong School finally began to show its strength and background to everyone.

Bang, bang, bang!

In the eyes of the nine white-robed disciples, they were unambiguous and attacked directly.

Almost in a few breaths, all the opponents on the ring were defeated.

"Is there anyone willing to fight?"

In a flat tone, one of the nine disciples took the initiative to speak, deliberately looking at the front row of seats.

There were all the schools ranked in the top ten in the last martial arts conference.

Such a move surprised everyone, and the disciples of the big schools such as the Giant Elephant School and the Whale Body Covering the Sea School were even more depressed, feeling provoked.

"I'll meet you!"

Someone came up to the stage and attacked.

But soon.

As the sound of fighting fell to the ground, the atmosphere on the field gradually became quiet.

Defeat!

Defeat!

Defeat!

Except for the Giant Elephant Sect, the Golden Eagle Stream, and the Whale Body Covering the Sea Stream, the three top schools were tied.

The other six schools, including the Golden Sword Stream and the Lion Heart Stream, were all defeated.

For a moment, the sound of a pin drop could be heard, and Chen Feng and others frowned slightly.

"These disciples are probably about to break through to the Jin level."

Zhao Jushan said in a low voice, and his face was not very good.

Although he had expected that the Flying Dragon Stream was very strong, the scene in front of him was still a little unexpected.

The Jin level is not a cabbage, and it can even be used as the leader of some small schools.

Even their Yanhu Stream, including all the true disciples and several secluded elders, only has a dozen people.

Other schools also had similar expressions. Until the end, it was the middle-aged man from the Feilong School who laughed out loud.

"These young people are not up to the standard for fighting. Everyone, how about we start the competition?"

No one objected, or rather, everyone had already figured out that something was wrong.

The atmosphere was solemn, and the scene of the entire venue was quietly projected into a quiet room far away.

"School leader, it seems that they already have the answer in their hearts."

The old man in a long robe laughed and looked over. There were eight figures in the quiet room.

Most of them looked old, but the one sitting at the top had a square face and looked middle-aged.

He was calm and indifferent, and only spoke softly when he heard the words.

"It's time to wake them up."

"The martial arts world in the south has been divided for too long. Without the leadership of our Feilong School, it would be difficult to achieve great things."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and most of them agreed.

In the lively atmosphere, the old man who spoke earlier pondered for a moment and soon spoke again.

"Leader, what about the Shenwu League?"

"I have already promised them."

The middle-aged man said calmly, and everyone frowned slightly.

No one dared to refute, even though they were a little confused.

"That man fought with me for two moves, and he was no weaker than the Grandmaster."

"Fighting further will not benefit us."

Seeing their thoughts, the middle-aged man gave an explanation.

Everyone's face froze when they heard it, and then they heard something more important.

"In addition, Deputy Chairman Luo of the Provincial Federation has told me the news."

"The decision has been made. I'm afraid the war is about to begin."