The Dragon from Hell

Although Zhong Mengran didn't say anything in the end, Qin Feng, as long as he wasn't stupid, could hear that the observatory was not peaceful this time, and something big was going to happen.

Whether An Jingfu was really making up for her out of guilt, or as she said, it was a deal between them, now they were on the same side, and Zhong Mengran was much more informed than himself.

In fact, even if Zhong Mengran didn't come today, Qin Feng would still think An Jingfu was very strange.

As an elder of the Wuxiang Sect and the leader of a sect, he had finally established a firm foothold in the Xianmen, and his status was transcendent. Why did he support himself in this Xianmen Conference?

He knew clearly that he was a mortal, and mortal body cultivators were the least welcome in the Xianmen.

Originally, I thought that when this Xianmen Conference started, An Jingfu would definitely try his best to stop me from winning.

Whether it was coercion or inducement, he couldn't let a traitor who suppressed the Tianjiao of other sects win the championship, which was a slap in the face of the Xianmen.

It can even be said that he was rubbing the face of the Xianmen.

But now it seems that An Jingfu's attitude towards this matter is very subtle. Not only did he not ask about it, he also hoped that he would win the championship.

What does he want to do?

Qin Feng held a teacup in his hand, gently rubbing the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and fell into deep thought.

The Xianmen Conference started as usual on the second day, and everyone arrived early in the morning.

After yesterday's battle, today's championship battle was not so lively.

It's not that there are fewer people, but everyone is very silent.

If it were before, Feng Xing's voice would definitely be very high today. After all, among the new generation in the Xianmen, Feng Xing has the loudest reputation.

As a natural Taoist, although he was not born with spiritual bones, he became a sensation after awakening.

Although he did not have the background of a Xianmen family, he was adopted by Baoyue Zhenren, and his spiritual bones were the best thunder spiritual bones once they awakened.

It even took only one year to surpass those children of the same age who were born with spiritual bones.

In three years, he became the best among them. In five years, he made the Forget-Sorrow Sword recognize him as his master. In ten years, he became the first among the new generation of Wuxiang Sect.

He cultivated the ruthless way, cut off the seven emotions and six desires, just to prove his way with a sword.

Although he failed to win the championship in the last Xianmen Conference, it was because he had just returned from the mission of the sect before participating in the Xianmen Conference and was injured by a big monster.

But even so, last year's champion Chi Xiao did not get any benefits from him.

However, when Chi Xiao and Feng Xing faced off last year, he did not use his ultimate move Nightmare. At that time, his control of Nightmare did not seem mature.

But this year, Feng Xing retreated for a month and broke through the Seventh Turn Golden Core. Yesterday, he overwhelmed Zhuo Chengan and vindicated the swordsmanship of Wuxiang Sect.

But today, few people think he will win.

But everyone kept this idea in their hearts, and no one wanted to admit it.

Feng Xing was the first to arrive, followed by Sang Cancan.

When entering the venue, it was so quiet that many people were talking in low voices. Some people even shook their heads and whispered to the people around them after watching Feng Xing, which made Sang Cancan clench her fists.

Feng Xing was in the ring yesterday and did not see Qin Feng and Chi Xiao's ring, but Sang Cancan saw it with her own eyes.

Feng Xing glanced slightly and saw Sang Cancan lowering her head, clenching her fists tightly, and not saying a word.

Feng Xing frowned slightly, but it was fleeting.

In the past, Sang Cancan would have spoken for him at this time.

"Cancan, what's wrong?" Feng Xing said.

"Ah?" Sang Cancan seemed to have just come back to her senses. When she heard his voice, she looked up suddenly and reacted: "It's okay, what's wrong, senior brother?"

Looking at the daze on her face that had not yet dissipated, Feng Xing's eyes were dark and unclear: "You seem to be a little absent-minded today?"

"No way!" Sang Cancan immediately squeezed out a smile when she heard it: "Today is your championship battle, senior brother, how could I be absent-minded, I was just thinking about something..."

Feng Xing did not expose her lie, and his eyes fell on the center of the venue.

Unlike the gems floating in the air before, there was only a golden jewel in the center of the venue today, shining brightly under the sun, emitting a dazzling light, and everyone present was attracted by it.

This is the ring realm of today's decisive battle. It is different from the previous rules. There are no rules in today's realm, only winning and losing.

Feng Xing missed the championship five years ago and lost to Chi Xiao. Today, Chi Xiao is not here, and he will not leave regrets for himself again.

"Cancan, do you think I will lose?"

Feng Xing's words came suddenly, his tone was as indifferent as usual, even colder than usual, which made Sang Cancan a little surprised.

She almost subconsciously said: "How could it be! Senior Brother, you are a genius, thisAmong all the cultivators of this generation, you are the only one who is born as a Taoist. Now that you have broken through the Seventh Transformation Golden Core, how could you possibly lose to a mortal body cultivator! "

These words were her true feelings, but for some reason, the more she spoke, the more uneasy Sang Cancan felt.

Usually, she said this out of absolute admiration and trust for Feng Xing.

But today, she said it as if to cheer Feng Xing up.

But does Feng Xing really need someone to cheer him up?

It is a humiliation for him to fight with a mortal body cultivator and need someone to cheer him up.

Seeing Feng Xing's face getting colder, Sang Cancan realized that she had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly tried to make up for it: "Big Brother, don't misunderstand me, I'm not..."

"No need to say more. "Feng Xing looked indifferent, looking at Qin Feng coming from a distance, and tightened his sword slightly.

But just this flash of nervousness made Feng Xing feel extremely angry and ashamed.

Why was he nervous?

It was just a mortal bone. If Chi Xiao hadn't been unlucky and had to use the nightmare he was not familiar with to deal with Qin Feng, his opponent should be Chi Xiao now.

No, that's not right.

Why should he make excuses?

Even if Qin Feng won Chi Xiao by strength, what would it matter?

Chi Xiao is not his opponent, and Qin Feng will not be either, no excuses are needed!

Feeling the mood of the people around him fluctuate , Sang Cancan did not immediately comfort him softly as usual.

Although Feng Xing did not say anything, Sang Cancan, as the person who knew Feng Xing best, had already felt that Feng Xing's mood was in turmoil, just because of that mortal bone.

She secretly lowered her head, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Feng Xing at this moment reminded her of that woman.

It was because of her that she had been despised for so many years.

Feng Xing could not be like this, he should have always been a banished immortal, and should not have been shaken by a mortal bone and fallen from the altar.

She lowered her head and hid the murderous intent in her eyes.

But she could not help but have an idea in her heart: it would be better if Qin Feng died.