Immortal Martial Venerable

Feng Yu took action. The Feng Clan's combat skills were extremely powerful. A huge tornado appeared on the ring and actually flew the fat man into the air. ( novel)

There is no suspense in this kind of competition. You must know that Feng Yu has surpassed the innate strong man.

The next moment, the fat man's huge body flew out, like a big meat ball, and hit the ground. After bouncing a few times, he stood firmly on the ground.

"A veritable meat ball!"

Everyone in the square was stunned when they saw this, the people coming out of this fire factory are really extraordinary!

At this time, the fat man stared at the figure on the ring, feeling very unwilling, but more importantly, he was helpless. He couldn't even beat a child, and his life had been in vain all these years.

"Junior Fatty Brother, you'd better stay in the fire house honestly. The food and accommodation there are so good, we are all very envious! Haha..."

Someone teased the fat man.

"Lin Xuan, if you have the ability, go to the ring. If you don't have the ability, just stay here."

The fat man stared at the disciple in green who was teasing him and said angrily.

"Hmph! Just go up, so what?"

As the disciple in green said, he jumped up and landed on the ring.

"Little guy, if you have time to jump off the ring now, if I take action, you will be in trouble." The disciple in green named Lin Xuan stared at Feng Yu with an evil smile.

Feng Yu smiled and said nothing, but he reached out and hooked his fingers at the disciple in green.

"In this case, don't blame me for being cruel." Lin Xuan said coldly. The next moment, he moved his steps, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and suddenly appeared in front of Feng Yu, punching Hit Feng Yu in the face. (WWW.

"So fast!"

Everyone watching the fight under the ring was shocked. The moment Lin Xuan punched, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air. The speed and strength of his body had exceeded the limits of the day after tomorrow, and even the limits of innateness.

"Beyond the innate strong man?"

Under the ring, Yang Zhan's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he saw this.

"It seems you'd better not go up there.

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Gu Fei said that among the Tsing Yi disciples in Yingtian Villa, there were many more powerful than Yang Zhan, and some Tsing Yi disciples had already stepped into the realm of immortals.

With Yang Zhan's current cultivation level, how could he defeat these half-step gods unless he helped him.

"I'm not willing to give in!"

Yang Zhan clenched his fists and stared at the two figures moving quickly on the ring.

Feng Yu and Lin Xuan fought in the ring. The energy on the ring exploded, intensive collision sounds continued, powerful power surged, and gusts of wind blew up around the ring.

"Lao San, your Feng family has a good seedling!"

An elder with a white beard sitting high above the clouds said to a gray-haired old man beside him.

"Feng Yu is a pretty good kid."

The old man said somewhat proudly.

Shangguan Feixiong, who was sitting under the twelfth elder, smiled and said nothing. The third elder, Feng Feiyang, had a powerful cultivation and was a holy king. However, the Feng Clan had not produced any outstanding figures in the past sixty years.

This made Feng Feiyang look dull, but Feng Yu's appearance was a surprise.

"Congratulations to the third elder."

The other elders all smiled and said that in the opinion of these elders, the third elder wanted to personally accept this disciple of his family as an elder's disciple, and the other elders were too embarrassed to argue with him.

In the eyes of these elders, this year's new disciples are not very good, but there are still a few good seedlings worth cultivating.

The day is not far away when the Yingtian Sect's Thirty-six Branches will fight once in a century. Perhaps only one or two of the true disciples and elder disciples can hold up the scene.

At this time, the two masters on the ring had already decided the winner. Lin Xuan was slapped away by Feng Yu and fell from the ring. He staggered a few steps and swallowed a mouthful of blood that had already surged into his throat. .

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Feng Yu looked at Lin Xuan's back. Although he defeated Lin Xuan, his mood was very calm, neither happy nor sad, and he remained at his peak state.

"Well done!"

The new disciples below the ring cheered for Feng Yu on the ring.

The third elder, Feng Feiyang, who was sitting high above the clouds, looked at Feng Yu on the stage with a secret smile, nodded, and was very satisfied with Feng Yu's performance.

"I come!"

At this time, a loud shout came.

Everyone quickly looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a tall and powerful young man in green clothes walking from a distance, like a ferocious beast.

"Why is he here?"

someone exclaimed.

"Isn't he already qualified to become a true disciple? Why is he still here to compete?"

Everyone who knew this strong man looked at the approaching strong man in disbelief.

Gu Fei's eyes lit up when he saw this strong man. He saw that this guy was definitely over two meters tall. His muscles were very well developed, and his arms showed a bronze complexion.

This strong man gives people a feeling of power.

"Zhao Tianlong, why are you here?"

At this time, a voice came from the sky. Senior Brother Shanggu Feixiong glanced at the third elder Feng Feiyang above him, and then stood up.

At this time, Gu Fei also learned the origin of this strong man in Tsing Yi from the conversations between those Tsing Yi disciples.

It turns out that this strong man's name is Zhao Tianlong, and he was originally just the son of an ordinary hunter. However, by chance, he obtained a body-refining technique. Not only did he develop muscles all over his body, he also cultivated his true energy from the outside in, becoming a He became an innate strong man and was able to participate in the entrance trial of Yingtian Sect.

Ten years ago, he relied on a pair of iron fists to fight his way out of the trial world.

Ten years later, he was already a half-step immortal, and he had mastered the art of body refining. His physical body was strong enough to withstand the slashing of spiritual weapons, and he could blast a hill with one punch.

Even the powerful beasts in the Ancestral Mountain were no match for him. Someone saw Zhao Feilong tearing a tiger-like beast in half with his own eyes.

At this time, even the third elder Feng Feiyang, who was sitting above the clouds, couldn't help but frown when he saw Zhao Tianlong appear.

Zhao Tianlong is a lunatic. His body is extremely tyrannical and his strength is extremely powerful. The average half-step immortal god is no match for him.

If Feng Yu was killed by Zhao Tianlong, it would be a heavy loss for the Feng Clan.

Zhao Tianlong was still more than ten feet away from the ring, so he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and with a "touch" sound, he rose directly into the sky and landed on the ring.

"Half-step Immortal God?"

Feng Yu stared at Zhao Tianlong opposite, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink. The next moment, a spiritual light rushed out from his body and then flew back to him.

Soon, a golden vest appeared on Feng Yu's body.

"Uh-huh!"

Two golden wings stretched out on Feng Yu's back.

This is a secret treasure of the Wind Clan, called the Wind God Wing. It is a spiritual weapon. With the Wind God Wing, Feng Yu's confidence suddenly increased. He was confident that he could fight even against half-step immortal gods.

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