Huang Ting

In front of his eyes, he could see the red gold storm composed of swords, constantly colliding with the dark evil wind condensed by the demonic energy; there was a deafening roar in his ears, just like the collision of thousands of armies when two armies clashed; he could also smell the demonic python's body with his nose.

It smells like rusty iron, and there seems to be a smell of Hades hidden under the rusty iron.

The soles of my feet can feel the mountains trembling with fear, my skin seems to feel the cold air of the Changbai Snow Mountains, and my pores stand up; my heart beats violently like a war drum.

It was obviously a competition for the younger generation, but Feng Shayan's five senses told her,

What kind of game is there? What you see in front of you is a collision between two natural disasters! It's a battle between immortals and gods!

If it weren't for the protection of a heavenly master, you wouldn't even be qualified to watch this battle.

The eldest lady Feng Shayan, who used to be very proud, had to lower her head at this moment, her eyes widened. In addition to shock, her heart was filled with frustration.

Her younger brother Feng Xingtong's performance can be explained by being possessed by Liu Kunsheng, which is not explained by his true strength.

But the Hu Xiuwu opposite him, who was wearing golden armor, with phoenix wings on his head, and holding a three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand, looked like a divine being, but he actually relied on his own strength to become a member of the Northeastern shaman lineage.

She really couldn't go against her will and said that she would never be able to match him in the future.

Feng Zhenghao on the side noticed his depressed daughter, put his arm around her shoulders, and said comfortingly:

"Sha Yan, don't be discouraged. You have done a good job. Sometimes I have to admit that there are one or two people in every generation who are as dazzling as the sun in the sky, making people feel powerless."

"But don't always look at the sun, look around you. You have also reached peaks that are difficult for ordinary people to reach. Aren't you also a proud woman in the eyes of many people?"

"Dad is also inferior to others in many aspects. Among the ten men, Na Ruhu, the master of Sui Gu Pavilion, is stronger than me in terms of hard power. Chen Jinkui's attainments in arithmetic are not comparable to mine."

"But I still became a member of the Shilao League. I can neither fight nor count. My ability to make it into the Shilao League depends on my ability to make money!"

"Be good at exploring your own strengths and maximize them..."

With her father's tirade lingering in her ears, Feng Shayan, who was full of imperial sister's taste, now rolled her eyes impatiently like a child, twisted her waist and turned her head, not wanting to look at Feng Zhenghao.

That frustration has long been forgotten, and now I feel more impatient.

She respects and admires her father, but that doesn't mean she likes her father's teachings.

"Okay, dad, I'm not that fragile, but the strength of this Hu Xiu Wu can make dad and you guys feel amazing. Could it be that that old guy Wang Ai really told the truth? Hu Xiu Wu is really Zhang Huaiyi

disciple."

Feng Shayan crossed her slender waist. She was already tall and wearing a close-fitting combat uniform. She looked graceful and sexy, but also heroic.

Seeing that Feng Shayan had indeed returned to her former glory, Feng Zhenghao turned his head happily with a solemn look on his face: "No, this matter still needs to be discussed."

"Hu Xiuwu's strength exceeds many people's imagination. I am ashamed to say that I am the one below now, and I may not be able to win."

"However, you don't have to inherit the Eight Wonders to become a strong person. Hu Xiuwu's growth can be traced. He is not like Zhang Chulan, who was born out of nowhere. No one knows his background, so he attracts people.

Thinking about it."

"Hu Xiuwu is like Erlang Shen in mythology. He is a disciple of a great sect with an orderly inheritance. For a while, he was even famous. Even Hu Qianqian from our Tianxiahui knew about him."

Feng Shayan was a little surprised: "Sister Qianqian knows this Hu Xiuwu? Why haven't I heard her mention it before?"

Feng Zhenghao explained: "I heard from Qianqian that Wu Dechang, the Grand Master of the Shangqing Dynasty, once took Hu Xiuwu to see the elder Wang Zizhong for medical treatment. Because of Hu Xiuwu's handsome face, she and her sister had a deep affection for him.

impression."

Feng Shayan said in confusion: "Then why is everyone so surprised by Hu Xiuwu's appearance?"

"Because his situation is very special, senior Wang Zizhong and other powerful players have not thought of a solution. Qianqian said that the last medical advice given by senior Wang Zizhong at that time was to waste his efforts. Only in this way can he be saved.

A life."

"So Qianqian used to think that Hu Xiuwu was either dead or became an ordinary person. When she heard that I heard about Hu Xiuwu, she was very surprised."

Feng Shayan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ordinary people? Sister Qianqian calls this person below an ordinary person, who is jumping around, waving his hands, wielding sword energy, and can fight back and forth with a thousand-year-old immortal family.

So who am I? A useless person?

"The Shangqing expelled him more than ten years ago. Most people familiar with the matter thought that the Shangqing had no choice but to waste his efforts, save his life, and let him go home."

"But now many people are guessing that it was actually Wu Dechang who found the whereabouts of Zhang Huaiyi. Zhang Huaiyi passed on the source of Qi Ti to Hu Xiuwu and saved his life. In order to put aside the relationship and get a clean life, Shangqing had no choice but to expel Hu Xiuwu.

Get out of the mountains."

Hearing this, Feng Shayan was very confused: "Dad, what are you talking about? The causes and consequences of Hu Xiuwu's control of the origin of Qi Body are not very clear. Why are you still doubting his identity?"

"I don't doubt that he is Zhang Huaiyi's disciple," Feng Zhenghao shook his head, "I just have a guess that he may not know the source of Qi Ti."

Feng Shayan exclaimed: "What? Why?"

Feng Zhenghao said: "As a remnant of Jiashen, Zhang Huaiyi has been able to escape for so many years without anyone finding out. I don't think he will trust someone easily."

"Although Hu Xiuwu has not been active in the alien world in the past few years, he has not disappeared from society, so his contact with Zhang Huaiyi must have been very short. If you haven't seen it, even Zhang Chulan didn't know his identity at the beginning.

It was only after the Luo Tian Dajiao that the two of them suddenly became close."

"So the fact that he came into contact with Zhang Huaiyi should be true, but there is not much evidence. He really knows the source of Qi Ti. Why do you think the ten people are here together today?"

"Including me, everyone wants to see if he can produce evidence to prove that the origin of Qi Ti is really in his hands."

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"Huh, as expected, it's still too reluctant to touch Uncle Liu now."

Hu Xiuwu used the golden version of the three-pointed two-edged sword, and used the silver string chaos to condense the sword Qi into sword strings, and let the sword strings weave together, quietly covering the field, trying to form a sword Qi Luo net, directly blowing the wind

Xingtong' is given to the net.

Unfortunately, he failed to do so. 'Feng Xingtong' still discovered the traces of the sword string, and would rather be slightly injured than forcefully tear off the sword string net.

The knife in the hand was like a snake's tooth, forcibly tearing the sword string into pieces. As a price, 'Feng Xingtong''s hands had more than a dozen deep scars, just like the wounds of a luthier who was cut by the strings.

Since the "Huang Ting Jing" was unblocked, this was the first time that Hu Xiuwu fought until he was exhausted.

Fighting with Liu Kunsheng, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had perfected his moves, he could not relax for a moment. Although he still had plenty of energy, the long-term concentration on the battle consumed a lot of his mind and made him feel mentally exhausted.

It's like a student who has just finished his defense and a writer who has worked hard to code a chapter.

However, it should be about the same.

‘Feng Xingtong’ stood opposite Hu Xiuwu and laughed heartily: “Okay, I haven’t had such a fun fight in a long time!”

Hu Xiuwu took a deep breath, threw away the already overwhelmed broom, and made a simple fist gesture: "I'm going to make a special move, senior Liu Kunsheng."

"Oh." When 'Feng Xingtong' was full of interest, he waved his hand boldly and said, "There are still new things, so let me show you how to use them."

"good."

The crimson color on Hu Xiuwu's body became even more intense. The amber-like Qi that was originally gold with red in it turned into lava that was crimson with brilliant gold.

Phew~

After a gust of wind and waves rolled up on the ground, Hu Xiuwu shot towards Feng Xingtong like a ray of red light.

Taiyin God!

Hu Xiuwu called the Taiyin God, and Taiyin clung to his shadow and used the technique of Yin Blessing.

Only this time, Yin You's target was not himself, but the demonic aura in front of Feng Xingtong. He hid the demonic aura and then moved forward against the demonic aura.

'Feng Xingtong' frowned, obviously he could still feel his own demonic energy, but he could no longer detect them.

What are you doing? I have hidden Qi, but they don’t exist anymore. If I rush towards you, you will still get hurt. What is this?

‘Feng Xingtong’ waved his palm tentatively, wanting to see what kind of medicine Hu Xiuwu was buying in his gourd.

Unexpectedly, when faced with a palm, Hu Xiuwu used all his strength and swung out a palm, twisting the spine of the dragon. He exerted great strength and received the palm of Feng Xingtong head-on.

Then,

‘Feng Xingtong’’s body’s large acupoints split open and began to bleed!

Sure enough, Feng Xingtong was not Deng Youfu after all. His body was not as strong as Deng Youfu, who had been practicing the Great Mang Snake Divine Art for many years, and could not withstand Uncle Liu's torture.

He bumped into me hard and reached his limit.

"I see, you made this plan, and this time, you little brat won."

Liu Kunsheng smiled casually and was not unhappy. It was indeed his mistake this time and he had forgotten about it.

Besides, Feng Xingtong's body was holding him back, but Hu Xiuwu didn't use his handy weapons.

The two offset each other, and this competition was considered fair. Liu Kunsheng had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

He lost this competition, so according to the previous agreement, Liu Kunsheng left a demonic energy for Feng Xingtong to protect his body, and then awakened his consciousness. Liu Kunsheng flew out of Feng Xingtong's body and went to find the person in the stands.

Deng is blessed.

Seeing that Feng Xingtong was bleeding all over his body, trembling and struggling to even stand, Rongshan wanted to ask the master if he wanted to announce the end of the game.

However, they found that both Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong looked at Hu Xiuwu with solemn expressions, and Lu Jin showed murderous intent, became furious, and squeezed out three words from between his teeth:

"God spirit!"