Metropolitan Super Deity

The next day, Ling Fei went to the venue of the ranking competition to report.

The competition is a promotion system. There are at least hundreds of sects in the Chu Empire. With so many sects, the competition alone will take at least half a month.

"Name."

"Ling Fei."

"Zongmen."

"Autumn Wind Valley."

"Eighth-rate sects? Then go and prepare. For sects below the sixth-rate, the ranking competition will begin today."

Those of the sixth-level sects and above naturally have some privileges, and besides, they don't need to compete with these lower-level sects.

After fighting the lower third-level sects, the outstanding sects will be selected to be eligible to compete with the middle third-level sects, and finally with the upper third-level sects. This may be unfair, but it is actually a kind of protection for the weak.

After all, if a ninth-rate sect faced the disciples of the Shenwu Emperor's Palace, wouldn't there be no chance at all?

After registration was completed, Ling Fei came to the preparation area holding the wooden sign belonging to Autumn Wind Valley.

Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind hit his nostrils, and a pair of small hands covered his eyes from behind.

"Dang-dang-dang~. Guess who I am?"

"Stop making trouble, Fu Zixun."

Ling Fei said the name without any hesitation, because Fu Zixun had a lavender scent, which was light and nice.

"Wow! You are so awesome. My great-grandpa can't even guess it right sometimes."

Fu Zixun's words made the corners of Ling Fei's mouth twitch violently.

How could a dignified Sanxian be wrong? I'm afraid it's to make his juniors happy. It's a pity that the naive and simple Fu Zixun himself doesn't know.

"Why do you have time to come here?"

"The Shenwu Emperor's Palace didn't need to participate in the ranking competition in the past few days. Besides, Lu Shaoxun was the only one competing in the Shenwu Emperor's Palace, and I didn't need it. I guessed that you would definitely come, so I came to find you."

"Speaking of which, how did Lu Shaoxun do it? How could he reach the level of becoming a god in such a short period of time?"

"I don't know. Well, before Grandpa and I returned to the sect last time, Lu Shaoxun had already gone back and was promoted to a direct disciple by the real master. And he put all the blame on the Mahayana leader. For the monk, I was exempted from punishment. Speaking of which, I am almost pissed off, huh."

Ling Fei lowered his head and pondered. It seemed that Lu Shaoxun might have found some inheritance in the mountain where Jiuyou Xianlan ascended.

"This guy's luck is quite good."

"Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived, and Lu Shaoxun is here. I heard that he will represent the Shenwu Emperor Palace and give a speech before the ranking match starts."

Ling Fei followed Fu Zixun's eyes and saw, as expected, Lu Shaoxun, accompanied by several officials from the Shenwu Emperor's Palace, walked towards this side.

Compared with before, his clothes were more exquisite, and the look in his eyes was more assertive, making him look like a prince of the royal family.

When he came to Ling Fei's side, he glanced at Ling Fei and chuckled disdainfully.

"I didn't expect you to come to participate in the ranking competition. I thought you didn't dare to come."

Ling Fei put his hands behind his back and looked calm. The other party's words did not cause any waves in his heart.

In the past, when he just saw Lu Shaoxun, Ling Fei would be angry and want to kill someone desperately, but now, Ling Fei can't do that anymore.

Because in his heart, Lu Shaoxun was just a little flea. Killing Lu Shaoxun was no longer an extravagant wish for Ling Fei, it was just an ordinary little game.

This little game can be used for entertainment at any time.

Seeing that he didn't pay attention to him, Lu Shaoxun's face looked a little unhappy.

"Well~! It doesn't matter, even if you come, so what? You can't use weapons here, and you can't use your secret method to increase strength, otherwise, you will lose. I think you can only stop at most This little third-rate sect duel has failed. I'll just wish you good luck, but you'd better pray that you don't get into the upper-third-rate ranking competition, otherwise, if you meet me, you will die."

Ling Fei looked at him with a calm expression.

"You are just a defeated general. I really don't know where you got the courage to bark in front of me. You are really thick-skinned."

"you--!"

Lu Shaoxun clenched his fists and stared at Ling Fei with his eyes almost bulging out.

"Boy, just wait for me."

"I'll be waiting too."

Ling Fei didn't give Lu Shaoxun any face at all, which made Lu Shaoxun's face turn livid with anger.

"snort!"

He flicked his sleeves and walked towards the steps on the other side.

Behind him, Fu Zixun made a face.

"What kind of cow is a cow? He is really shameless. In the cave, he was the fastest scared and ran faster than a rabbit. Now here he is pretending to be a human being." javascript:

Ling Fei couldn't help but shake his head.

"You are a girl after all, so don't be so rude."

Fu Zixun blinked his big eyes.

"Do you like gentleness?"

Ling Fei shut his mouth obediently and stopped talking.

He doesn't want to incur too many love debts, which are hard to repay.

Lu Shaoxun climbed up to the high platform and said a lot of impassioned clichés with high spirits, which made a lot of disciples below look very excited, as if their futures would become ordinary geniuses like Lu Shaoxun.

After the speech, the competition began. Disciples from various sects followed the number cards to find their opponents and boarded the ring one after another.

Fu Zixun took Ling Fei's number plate and helped Ling Fei find the ring with great interest.

"Na na...Ling Fei, over here, come here quickly."

She jumped for joy, and her cute appearance made people laugh.

Ling Fei came to the ring and looked at the top of the ring. There was already a strong man in tights standing there. He was muscular and tall, with one arm exposed and covered with muscles. He looked very intimidating.

Seeing Ling Fei, there was a look of disdain in his unruly eyes.

"Boy, look at your thin skin and tender flesh. You'd better realize it later and surrender as soon as possible. I can spare your life. Otherwise, I'm afraid that your little noodle body won't be able to withstand my beating."

Fu Zixun stuck out his tongue angrily and made a face.

"You are the smarter one, you look like a pig."

"Do you want to come up and try too?"

The strong man clenched his fist as big as a bowl and aimed directly at Fu Zixun, who sneered.

"Bah! If I take action, my brother Lingfei's game will be ruined. When my brother Lingfei takes care of you, I will have fun with you again!"

"That's not a bad tone. Later, when I beat your lover brother half to death, let's have some fun again. I guarantee that I will be much stronger than your lover brother, hehe..."

Ling Fei's face was slightly cold, he jumped onto the stage, tapped his toes, his body turned into a white light and flashed out, then kicked the opponent's dantian, and kicked him away easily.