Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 1,322: The fragrance of laurel, the nine-county competition!

But Chen Feng suddenly frowned, because he felt that there was still no movement in the golden flame of the sun in his dantian.

The last time, the golden flames of the blazing sun possessed the Fire Dragon's Nine Heavens' Wind and Thunder, causing the Fire Dragon's Nine Heavens' Wind and Thunder to triple its original power, directly killing Lu Shengyue, a master of the ninth level of soul condensation.

But this time, it seemed that the energy was exhausted, making him feel as if he was dead.

Chen Feng shook his head and had no solution, so he had to think about it for the time being.

Chen Feng came out of seclusion today because today is a special day.

Today, August 15th, is the day of the Qingzhou Nine County Sect Competition held by Qingjun Palace!

On this day, the entire Qingzhou, the respective garrison sects of the nine counties, as well as some very powerful sect forces, such as the Alchemist Association, etc., will send their young disciples to participate in this grand event.

And in this grand event, the disciple who finally wins the championship will be officially called the number one master of the younger generation in Qingzhou!

In the room, a crystal coffin was placed in front of Chen Feng.

In this crystal coffin, there was a corpse lying quietly.

It was Minglan. She was no different from before when she was alive, and her voice and appearance were still the same.

Chen Feng sat next to the coffin and said softly: "Minglan Chief, Ziyang Sword Field is sorry for you, sorry for me, and even sorry for our Broken Blade Peak."

"However, your biggest wish during your lifetime is for me to represent the Ziyang Sword Field in the nine-county sect competition, and ultimately win the championship, to shine on Broken Blade Peak, so that other people on the main peak will never dare to look down on us again. .”

"Now, the Ziyang Sword Field is gone, but for you, I am going to participate in this competition."

"I must bring you a leader to comfort your spirit in heaven!"

"Sir, I wonder how you are doing under Jiuquan at this time?" Chen Feng stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch her face.

But then, he withdrew his hand again, with a deep look of sadness on his face.

After a long time, Chen Feng put the coffin back into the golden dragon ring.

When he walked out of the room, his whole body had returned to normal, without any abnormalities.

He went to accompany Luo Zilan and said a few words, and the two had a laugh before Chen Feng left.

The venue for the nine-county competition is in the north of Qingzhou City, under a mountain peak.

There are laurel trees planted here. At this time, the laurels are flying and the scene is very spectacular.

Surrounding a small mountain peak covered with laurel trees, a huge area with a radius of several thousand feet was enclosed.

The outside of the venue is surrounded by a high wall, with only a few entrances left, and there are special people guarding them there.

Chen Feng walked towards an intersection, and at this moment, suddenly there were more than a dozen knights riding spiritual beasts running past him.

One of them looked back at him and said loudly with a smile: "Haha, where did this poor guy come from? He doesn't even have a mount? Could it be that he came all the way to Qingzhou?"

Due to the short distance, Chen Feng didn't even ride a horse.

Moreover, he does not have a spiritual beast as a mount now!

When the man said this, his companions all laughed at him and looked at Chen Feng with disdain in their eyes.

One of them said: "Brother Qing, what do you have to say to such a poor guy who doesn't even have a mount? Come on, let's go in!"

As these people spoke, they drove in at lightning speed.

Chen Feng looked at their backs and shook his head slightly. The spirit beasts these people rode were only second- and third-grade beasts, and their strength was average. Chen Feng didn't take them seriously at all, and he didn't want to know them.

Soon, Chen Feng arrived at the door and showed the invitation.

This invitation was sent by Qing Wudi a few days ago!

After the man looked at the invitation in his hand, he immediately let it go.

Chen Feng arrived near the mountain peak. At this time, thousands of people were densely packed up and down the mountain peak.

At the top of the mountain is a huge arena with a radius of several hundred meters. There are several layers of seats around the arena, and almost half of them are full at this time.

Chen Feng came to an inconspicuous place and sat down. His arrival attracted the attention of some people.

A short and fat young man in his twenties walked up to Chen Feng and asked with a very polite smile: "I wonder who your surname is? Which sect do you come from?"

Chen Feng said lightly: "Chen Feng, from Ziyang Sword Field."

"Oh? From Ziyang Sword Field?" When the round-faced young man heard this, the smile on his face immediately disappeared and became indifferent, with a hint of ridicule.

He looked at Chen Feng and laughed at the people around him: "It turns out to be someone from Ziyang Sword Field. Everyone, that's interesting. It's really interesting!"

Many people nearby burst into laughter: "Yes, this is indeed very interesting!"

"The Ziyang Sword Field has been destroyed, but there are still people coming to participate in the Nine Counties Competition?"

"Haha, this person should have slipped through the net at the Ziyang Sword Field. I don't know how he hid far away, but he still dares to sneak in. Isn't he afraid of being killed by the people of the Shenlong Sect?"

"Hey, your news is out of date a long time ago. The Shenlong Sect has been destroyed. This time there is only one quota left in the entire Danyang County, and that is Su Moran from the Danyang County Alchemist Association!"

"By the way, isn't Chen Feng the original genius Chen Feng from Ziyang Sword Field?"

One person suddenly remembered something and exclaimed.

"Haha, he is indeed a genius. To be reduced to this situation, this genius is quite pitiful!" Someone immediately mocked him!

Everyone looked at Chen Feng with eyes full of malicious ridicule.

They had just arrived in Qingzhou City, so they had very little information and were very ignorant. They had no idea about the great things that Chen Feng had done some time ago and how earth-shattering his reputation was in Qingzhou.

So they laughed at Chen Feng wantonly, and Chen Feng shook his head, feeling helpless.

Being exposed to such ignorant people made Chen Fengfeng feel that he would be very out of place. Chen Feng even felt that these people were quite pitiful.

At this time, a group of people came over. The leader was a young man with a round face, a very gentle appearance, and a rather calm temperament.

But his momentum was very strong and powerful, not aggressive at all, but people dared not ignore it.

Behind him, there were several women following. Suddenly, one of the girls in goose-yellow clothes saw Chen Feng. She screamed, cheered and rushed towards Chen Feng.

He ran directly to Chen Feng and shouted excitedly: "Chen Feng, it's you? What a coincidence, we meet again!"

Chen Feng took a look and found that this person looked very familiar. It was Zhou Wanru.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Long time no see!"