Chapter 138: A Group of Heroes Are Hunting Me, I Will Take on the Task Alone!

Buzz!

In the venue, the warm-up ended.

It can be seen that the ground shook slightly, and the nine arenas in the middle were slowly falling.

Amidst the sound of gears turning, the open space in the center slowly split, revealing three larger square arenas.

It is hundreds of meters in size and is made entirely of some kind of gray material.

There are no fences on both sides, and the view is unobstructed, open and solid.

In addition, several virtual screens can be seen projected from the ground equipment, suspended in mid-air, and flashing the names of the masters like drawing lots.

But everyone didn't pay much attention to this.

Instead, he frowned and looked at Feilongliu's seat.

"During the martial arts competition, all of you, Zhenyi and faction leaders, please go to the back room of the venue to have a chat."

Jiang Yunshan, who was in charge of presiding over the order of the meeting, spoke again, and the elder of the Golden Eagle Flow frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Jiang Yunshan, what exactly do you Feilongliu want to do?"

Amid the questioning, the other top sects also had the same expression.

It was strange for Feilong Liu to suddenly intervene in this martial arts conference.

Coupled with the current situation, they all discovered that something was wrong.

"Haha, blame me for not making it clear."

Instead of getting angry, Jiang Yunshan raised his hand and added: "It was the request of my sect's master, not my personal order."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became silent.

Even those who were as unruly as the Split Gold Flying Eagle were suddenly quiet.

Grandmaster, the pinnacle of martial arts.

No one dares to deny face.

"What a great invitation from the master."

An old man from Jin Dao Liu snorted, and finally took the initiative to walk towards the exit at the back of the venue.

Seeing him taking the lead, the other top Zhenyi elders had different expressions.

Some snorted or rolled their sleeves, but in the end they chose to follow silently.

One after another they left the scene with sincerity, Chen Feng and others all looked at their own sect leaders.

"Look, I'm afraid something big is going to happen."

"Why"

Leader Lu of the Wanlian Sect shook his head and said something. Li Tong looked serious, and his usual smiling expression gradually faded away.

Finally, hesitate for a moment.

He looked at Chen Feng.

"Good disciple, I will leave it to you in a moment."

Looking at each other, Chen Feng felt something was wrong.

As if reading his thoughts, Li Tong gestured to the left and right to indicate the true intentions of those leaving the scene.

The number of people is increasing, and a general trend has been formed.

What's more, this is the Grandmaster's request.

"Don't worry, the Grandmaster is also a person who wants face."

After patting Chen Feng on the shoulder, Li Tong finally turned around and left with Leader Lu.

Looking at the fat figure of the other party, Chen Feng remained silent.

"Master, will everything be okay?"

Zhao Tingxiao said worriedly.

"With so many schools here, Feilong Style shouldn't mess around." Lin Xiaoyun analyzed rationally.

Having said that, several people were still a little worried.

Since arriving in Yungang, they have felt restricted everywhere.

At this moment, this feeling is even more depressing to the extreme.

The atmosphere was silent until the end.

It can be seen that Chen Feng sat back down and said nothing.

Grandmaster.

All because of these two words.

It was because of this that the Yan Hu Liu retreated in the first place.

The same is true for Feilong Liu who was able to buck the trend and dominate Yungang for thirty years.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked at the panel in front of him.

[Heart of Glory LV1: 90/100]

If the talent can be upgraded, the Holy Shield Colossus will have a chance to be strengthened.

Even a grandmaster wouldn't be able to deal with it.

"Junior Brother Chen?"

Seeing the coldness in Chen Feng's eyes, Zhao Jushan asked worriedly.

"It will be over."

Chen Feng closed his eyes and opened them again, giving a response.

"Everything will end."

Bang! !

Ten minutes later, on stage three.

A figure flew out upside down.

Tangtang Rujin Erzhong was knocked away by a palm, fell off the stage, and passed out on the spot.

Daodao looked around in surprise. On the ring, the young man in blue robe with a flying dragon had a dull expression, and there was a seven-character embroidery embroidered on his sleeves.

"Too weak."

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, he glanced at all the schools in the venue.

Zhan Wushuang from the Golden Flying Eagle Flow, Pang Kui from the Whale Body Covering the Ocean Current, Zheng Shan from the Giant Elephant Gate, and Lion Heart Flow.

There are many top intelligence experts, including Chen Feng.

They looked at each other and looked away indifferently.

He then looked to the left and right.

The battles in the other two arenas are still going on, and they are all weaklings from other schools.

"Why draw lots?"

"Can't we solve it once and for all?"

Shaking his head in confusion, he luckily turned over and jumped off the stage.

"This person is very powerful. He seems to be the seventh true successor of Feilong style."

"I heard that there are six more people like this, all under thirty years old. Each one is at the third level of Jinjin, and each one is stronger than the last."

"The Feilong style is going to trample all schools under its feet."

Discussions continued, and Zhang Tai and Zheng Shan looked serious in the seats at the Giant Elephant Gate.

Several true descendants of the Golden Flying Eagle, and several strong men whose whale bodies covered the sea currents

Chen Feng could feel their dignity, including Zhao Jushan and others around him.

beep!

The arena was vacated, and the virtual screen flashed the number again.

Soon, a striking figure stood up.

Like a giant killer whale, it stirred up waves in its breath.

"It's Pangkui!"

Zhao Jushan looked solemn and stared away.

The two-meter-long burly body stomped on the ground and jumped onto the ring.

Boom!

The ground shook slightly.

Then, with the screen flashing again, the opponent was decided.

Everyone's face suddenly froze.

Step!

An equally burly blue-robed figure walked out slowly, looking about 26 or 27 years old, and walked up the steps to the ring.

The flying dragon on his body was baring its fangs and claws, and the three words on his sleeves attracted attention.

"Is it the third true disciple of the Flying Dragon School?"

"Then Pang Kui will definitely win, right?"

Similar whispers sounded, and Zhan Wushuang of the Golden Eagle School narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Give up."

Pang Kui stood in place, expressionless and said: "Although I don't know what you Flying Dragon School are doing."

"But it's just entering the strength, no one can beat me yet."

Without answering, the third true disciple just waited for the referee's wave.

Start!

Whoosh! !

The figure disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already standing in front of Pang Kui.

The pupils contracted, and only a punch was seen.

Roar! ! !

It seemed that a flying dragon appeared, and the dragon roared continuously.

The sound of crashing waves was raised, and Pang Kui, who was hit in the chest, changed his face slightly, and quickly lowered his center of gravity.

Boom! ! !

The air wave exploded from behind him, and a fist-thick column of strength penetrated through and lingered in the air for several meters.

The dark whale-patterned robe was shattered, and the veins on Pang Kui's face were exposed. He shouted and waved his arms, and his ears were filled with blood.

It seemed that a killer whale was hitting the waves, and the repressive energy locked everything.

The air whistled, and the white air exploded.

Swish! !

However, the next second.

The unstoppable fists suddenly hit the air, and the third true disciple disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Pang Kui.

"How is it possible!"

"He actually avoided the six styles of the whale body."

"He can even avoid the energy lock?"

Some people in the audience exclaimed, and the people of the top sects such as the Giant Elephant Sect were all solemn, even Zhan Wushuang, who was recognized as the strongest, showed a fearful look.

"It's over."

Yin! !

The column of energy burst out again, like an invisible force that penetrated Pang Kui's body, emerged from behind him, and tore the air.

One, two, three.

Nine consecutive attacks, the blue figure flashed continuously.

Boom! !

The huge body staggered and shook, Pang Kui's mouth was bleeding, his face was pale, and he half-knelt on the ground.

"You can let me throw nine punches in a row."

"You, not weak."

The palm stopped at the other's neck. Although the third true transmission consumed a lot, the breath was still extremely strong.

The four looked at each other, and Pang Kui gritted his teeth unwillingly.

"Lost."

"Pang Kui actually lost?"

Many people stared at their eyes in disbelief, and Chen Feng also squinted at the ring, feeling a little surprised.

In the breath perception, this third true transmission was not much stronger than Pang Kui.

But the result, it ended so quickly.

Zhao Jushan and the other three on the side also couldn't recover for a long time, but the next second.

Beep!

Another arena was vacated, the screen flickered, and a new duel was drawn again.

[Yanhuliu, Zhao Jushan, arena number two! ]

The draw was frozen, and Zhao Jushan exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Then, he nodded gently to Chen Feng, dressed in a gray robe, and quickly left his seat and walked towards the arena.

"Don't worry, Jushan's bronze statue skill is almost complete."

Lin Xiaoyun seemed to see Zhao Tingxiao's worry, suppressed the suspicion of watching the game, and hurriedly comforted: "It's not that he hasn't dealt with the third level of Ru Jin, as long as he doesn't encounter those top sects, then..."

Beep!

The opponent on the virtual screen froze.

Flying dragon blue robe, with the word six on the cuffs.

Lin Xiaoyun's words were interrupted, and many eyes on the field looked over.

Step!

The sixth true disciple of the Feilongliu was like a swimming dragon, standing on the arena, with a particularly conspicuous disdain on his face.

"Yanhu Liu, hehe."

He looked at Zhao Jushan, who had a serious face, standing on the opposite side of the ring seven or eight meters away.

His eyes flashed with teasing, and his words fell lightly.

"Knock down and admit defeat, or I'll beat you to death."

His tiger eyes were spitting fire, but Zhao Jushan still restrained his emotions.

Until the end, the referee waved his hand.

"If you don't admit defeat, don't blame me"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

He stomped on the ground and broke out, interrupting the opponent.

Zhao Jushan attacked brazenly, leaving no room for maneuver.

He was already at a weaker level, and if the evil spirit in his heart was released again, how could he compete?

Buzz! !

Copper covered his whole body, he punched out, and the deep red power condensed in it.

Bang!

The power exploded and hit the opponent.

Without any joy, Zhao Jushan's mood sank to the bottom.

He took a look and saw that his full-strength punch was easily received by the opponent's raised palm.

It was like a flame meeting a stream of water.

The blue energy was constantly flowing, and all the deep red energy was sizzling and extinguished.

"I told you to admit defeat."

Whoosh! ! !

A blue palm suddenly blasted out and hit Zhao Jushan's chest directly.

Bang! !

The bronze chest sank downward, and the body arched back.

The tiger's eyes widened, bloodshot.

Even though he had hard skills and was about to practice the bronze statue skills to perfection.

Zhao Jushan still felt a sharp pain, as if his sternum was about to break.

In contrast, the blue-robed young man shook his body and easily removed all the recoil force.

And.

The five fingers of his left hand grasped his fist tightly like a dragon claw, and then his right arm broke through the air, leaving a series of afterimages.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The gray robe was shattered into flying catkins, and a series of concave palm prints were left on Zhao Jushan's chest.

The bloodshot eyes gradually closed, and the strong breath fell rapidly.

Boom!

His body fell weakly, and in just a few seconds, Zhao Jushan fell backwards and fainted on the spot.

In an instant.

Chen Feng's face turned cold, and Lin Xiaoyun beside him had the same expression.

"Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Tingxiao looked anxious, and hurriedly left his seat and went forward to support the other party.

The referee of Feilongliu was indifferent throughout the whole process, and the faces of other schools in the seats were different, some frowning or talking.

"You hit so hard?"

"It almost broke him directly."

"So cruel."

Zheng Shan and other top sects' true disciples all had complicated expressions, and Pang Kui, who was helped off the stage, shook his head.

Feilongliu still had some concerns about dealing with himself and others, but against Yanhuliu.

"You are so weak, what kind of rubbish hard skills have you practiced."

The sixth true disciple said calmly, with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Zhao Tingxiao carried the unconscious Zhao Jushan, his face flushed, his fists clenched.

Beep!

Suddenly, at this moment.

Another empty arena had a virtual screen flashing again, and a new match was set.

[Yanhu Liu, Lin Xiaoyun, Arena No. 3! ]

As soon as the information came out, Lin Xiaoyun was stunned.

The next second, the screen flashed again.

The picture froze, and the opponent appeared.

As if expected, the opponent actually stepped onto the arena first.

Looking closely, the physique was medium, and even a little familiar.

"Another Seventh True Transmission!"

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

"Why are they always people from Feilong Liu?"

Discussions arose, and Chen Feng had already stood up with cold eyes.

However, as if he had noticed something.

Beep!

The screen of the arena where Zhao Jushan was suddenly flashing, and the picture froze.

[Yanhu Liu, Zhao Tingxiao, Arena No. 2. ]

Everyone was stunned, including Zhao Tingxiao.

Before he could react, the sixth true disciple on the stage remained motionless, showing a sarcastic smile.

At the same time, the virtual screen behind him flickered and froze, and a face similar to his appeared.

"Fuck!"

"This is not right!"

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Feilong Liu is going to beat Yanhu Liu to death!"

Chen Feng's face turned completely cold as he heard all the comments.

"Yanhu Liu's ranking this time is probably going to fall to the bottom."

Zheng Shan of the Giant Elephant Sect shook his head, seeing the clues, and felt a little pity.

Zhan Wushuang and Pang Kui, who was healing, had similar expressions.

Beep!

Suddenly, the screen of the last empty No. 1 ring flickered, and the expected name appeared.

[Yanhu Liu, Chen Feng, No. 1 ring! ]

The words froze, and footsteps sounded.

The handwriting on the cuffs of the blue robe was five, and a thin young man in his twenties stepped onto the stage.

In an instant, the atmosphere was silent, and many people couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

"Flame Tiger Stream"

In the last row, Liu Fangming and his apprentice from the Heart Ape Stream had complicated expressions, but they didn't dare to intervene.

The disciples of the Wanlian Sect were angry, and some couldn't help but ask for help from the top sects.

"This is targeted!"

"Brother Zhan Wushuang, can you please mediate?"

Qin Tao, a friend of Zhao Jushan, asked sincerely, looking at Zhan Wushuang.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and he had already felt the dangerous gaze of the Flying Dragon Stream.

The first and second true disciples, and even the third true disciple, had begun to recover their strength.

Alas.

Sighing, Zhan Wushuang closed his eyes and shook his head, not intending to intervene.

Qin Tao looked at Pang Kui and others in disappointment.

"Brother."

Zhang Tai from the Giant Elephant Sect was a little reluctant and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Zheng Shan's head shaking.

Instantly, the atmosphere was silent, and no one responded.

Qin Tao wanted to say more.

Click!

His shoulder was pressed, and he tilted his head to look.

Chen Feng, who was sitting nearby, got up at some point and shook his head at him.

"Brother Qin Tao, thank you."

He took a step and released his hand.

He brushed past the other party, walked out of the seat with Lin Xiaoyun, and came to the side of the ring.

This is a fight between dragons and tigers, a feud between Yanhuliu and Feilongliu.

It is indeed wrong to involve more people.

"Brother."

Zhao Tingxiao's face flushed, and he was still carrying the unconscious Zhao Jushan on his back. He felt extremely bitter, his nose was sore, and his eyes were slightly red.

He is a genius in Nanjiang City.

But he is as weak as dust in Yungang.

The elders who used to love and care for him are not here, and the frustration and depression of being isolated and helpless are about to break him down.

Step!

When he moved again, Chen Feng was already standing in front of him.

He patted his shoulder, and then looked up at the venue.

This place is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

But unfortunately, there is no place for them from Yanhuliu.

Thousands of people gathered their eyes, and the expressions of Feilong Zhenchuan on the three rings were different.

Some were sneering or joking, and there were four others with stronger auras, watching with their arms folded, staring at them covetously.

"So, you are the strongest in the southern martial arts world under the true meaning?"

Chen Feng suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as the frosty water in a pond.

Zhan Wushuang, Pang Kui and others frowned slightly, and the people of Feilongliu showed naked mockery.

"Yes, you can say that."

The thin fifth true disciple stood on the No. 1 ring, spread his hands, and smiled indifferently: "For what you said just now, I can give you a chance."

"Kneel down, representing Yanhuliu's surrender."

"From now on, you will never set foot in Yungang, and you can leave this place."

As soon as the voice fell, someone from the Songhe School laughed heartily.

Yiquan School, Asino School, Giant Bear School

The increasingly strong malice, the smiles and jokes of revenge emerged clearly in the perception.

"Then there is no need to waste time."

Chen Feng stepped slowly onto the No. 1 stage.

Without even looking at the Fifth True Transmission, he looked around at all the people from the Feilong School, including the surrounding referees.

"You all, come on together."