The Dragon from Hell

As soon as Xuanyuan Feng appeared, the venue immediately became abuzz with discussion, and all attention was focused on this young man.

Except for the people from Tiexian Villa, the other warriors in the Martial Alliance were very disdainful of Xuanyuan Feng.

"It seems that there is really no one left in Panlong Hall. There is only this one young man in the younger generation?"

"After all, no matter how glorious it was in the past, it was only in the past. The current Panlong Hall... is really shabby."

"I think this young boy is delicate and tender. If I hit him too hard later, will he cry? Hahaha!"

Several warriors in the Martial Alliance have already exceeded the middle stage of the Profound Realm, and they are much older than Xuanyuan Feng. At a glance, it can be seen that they are elite disciples trained by their respective sects.

Amid the ridicule, Xuanyuan Feng was unmoved. His clear eyes swept over several people without even a second glance.

Because of his sudden joining, there was one more person on the ring.

In other words, if they want to win the championship, Xuanyuan Feng's place will have to fight one more than others. Some people are not happy about this. No one wants to be the champion first.

Even the few people who just mocked chose to be conservative after considering the strength of the people around them.

But before the host urged the champion to go on stage, Xuanyuan Feng had already jumped up and landed in the center of the ring.

Xuanyuan Feng is not very good at speaking. He shouted expressionlessly to the people below: "Come on, fight."

His attitude was a naked provocation in the eyes of others, and some people couldn't sit still.

"Damn, this little brat is quite arrogant. Do you really think you can't bear to beat him?"

A warrior from the Tingchao Sect spat, jumped up immediately, and landed opposite Xuanyuan Feng.

"Boy, I'm here to teach you what respecting the elderly means today!"

This warrior was not bare-handed, but holding a very heavy sword.

Qin Feng commented: "Longguo martial arts have always loved swordsmanship. Although the real swordsmanship has long changed in the long river of history, it must be said that Longguo martial artists' attainments in swordsmanship are higher than swordsmanship."

"However, Tingchao Sect's swordsmanship is an exception."

"Like Xinlongmen, Tingchao Sect's instant swordsmanship is a school of its own, which is inherited from ancestors and should not be underestimated."

He didn't know this information at first, but since Han Qiusheng recognized his identity, he told Qin Feng all the information about the martial alliance that he had collected in Longdu in the past ten years, so that he could be mentally prepared.

And now he is staring at the situation on the field, as if he wants to memorize every move of the warrior in his heart.

The warrior drew his sword, and the blade was obviously very heavy and looked heavy, but he could play with it at will in his hand.

He lifted the big sword with one hand and slapped the heavy blade with the other hand, and the whole blade made a buzzing sound that made people upset.

Just hearing this voice makes people feel murderous.

When he swung the big knife, the blade collided with the air, and set off waves of sound like surging tides.

The realm of the middle stage of the Xuan realm was clearly visible. Although the condensed sword intent was not strong enough, it was indeed powerful.

"Good sword."

Qin Feng's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously praised without hesitation.

Wu Mian's eyes were fixed on Xuanyuan Feng on the field, and he wanted to kill him right now.

He still remembered what Qin Feng said just now, and he didn't forget what Qin Feng said, that Xuanyuan Feng was the best disciple of Tiexian Villa and even the entire Wu League.

After the last cruise ship incident, he became more stable, and his previous pride was also put away a little.

But when he saw Xuanyuan Feng, he still felt jealous.

He was nine years older than Xuanyuan Feng. Before Xuanyuan Feng grew up, he was the best disciple of the entire Wu League and the pride of the entire Tiexian Villa.

Because of his excellent physique, he should have been the only pearl in the sect.

But Xuanyuan Feng appeared, making his title of the only pride of Tiexian Villa become unworthy of its name.

His father was the elder of the sect, and his mother was the daughter of another big sect.

And Xuanyuan Feng was just the son of two ordinary disciples, and was born with mental retardation.

But such a person who was destined to be mediocre and dull, but his talent in martial arts completely crushed him, making him, the Tianjiao of the Wumeng, feel extremely ashamed whenever he thought of him!

So now, looking at Xuanyuan Feng standing on the stage, a fighting spirit ignited in his bones, and he wanted to rush up and compete with Xuanyuan Feng immediately.

Meng Changfeng just glanced at him lightly, and knew what he was thinking, and said without turning his head: "It's not time for you to go on stage yet, and your enemy has never been Xuanyuan Feng."

Meng Changfeng pointed casuallySitting in the Martial God Temple camp not far away, the young man sitting in the front never opened his eyes from beginning to end, as if there was no opponent worth his attention among all the warriors before.

"Xu Mofang is sitting there, what you want to do is to kill him."

"Don't forget, you are the genius of our Martial Alliance, and your opponent should also be a genius, not a fool from the declining Panlong Temple."

"If you go on the field now and disrupt our previous plan, then you can only bear the consequences yourself."

Meng Changfeng said, lowered his head and drank a sip of tea, without looking at Wu Mian again.

But the latter clenched his fists, his face livid: "But Master, if I can't see Xuanyuan Feng die with my own eyes, my heart will be uneasy."

"Don't forget, he is now a member of Panlong Hall."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Meng Changfeng said indifferently: "I saw that he had some talent before. Even if he can't become the name card of my Tiexian Villa, he can become your shadow and help you do things that are inconvenient for you."

"What a pity, although he is a fool, he has high aspirations."

"A flying dragon soaring in the sky? It's ridiculous."

Meng Changfeng looked at Qin Feng with a smile: "I will let that young boy know that even if I don't want the people of my Tiexian Villa, it's not his turn to pick them up."

"Dare to poach people under my nose, Meng Changfeng, and want to show me your power, then he can wait to lose the face of the entire Panlong Hall here..."

After hearing Meng Changfeng's words, Wu Mian was completely relieved.

However, a pair of eyes stared at Xuanyuan Feng with extreme viciousness: "This time, he must die..."

At this moment, a very nerve-stimulating buzzing sound sounded, the knife light flashed, and the warrior of Tingchao Sect had already flown up.

Looking at Xuanyuan Feng again, he was still standing there, and even the sword in his hand had not been unsheathed.

"Be careful!"

I don't know who shouted, Xuanyuan Feng raised his head and happened to meet the knife light.