The First Dragon of All Ages

Looking at Feng Jiuming and Yu Yanran, who were like a pair of biren, on the ring, the eyes of the geniuses were a little bit envious and jealous.

A male genius, of course, is jealous of Feng Jiu Ming. As Yu Yanran's senior, he can be said to have a natural advantage.

Female genius, what I envy is Yu Yanran, who has such a strong, handsome, and handsome senior.

Long Qingchen was also a little upset in her heart. If she didn't pay attention, she ate a wave of dog food. It was really a precaution...

"It's a perfect match."

Xie Meizhuang next to her muttered to herself. Meimou looked at Long Qingchen intentionally or unintentionally. She said she was a good match. I don't know who it was referring to, Feng Jiuming and Yu Yanran, or, she and Long Qingchen?

Li Feiliu hurriedly said, "Miss Beauty, I and you are also a good match."

"do not bother me."

Xie Meizhuang's beautiful eyes suddenly became cold.

The geniuses looked at Li Feiliu, Xie Meizhuang and Long Qingchen with strange eyes, wondering what the relationship is between the three.

These three people are like companions, but, strangely, the attention of this beautiful woman, who looks no less than Yanran, has always been on the body of the young man in blue shirt, and the attention of the young man in white has always been on the beautiful woman’s. On the body, logically speaking, the white-clothed youth and the green-shirted youth should be rivals in love, but the green-shirted youth doesn't seem to care about this beautiful woman very much, as if he doesn't care about everything so much.

"Brother, hurry up."

The young man urged, as if worried that the young man would run away.

"know."

The youth stepped on the ground, jumped up, and jumped into the ring.

"I know, I may be no match for you, but I still have to try it, the disciple of the Dayu Sect, never flinch."

He flipped his hand and took out a giant sword, slowly raised it, and pointed it straight at Feng Jiuming.

Long Qingchen noticed his giant sword. Generally speaking, cultivators who use this heavy weapon are good at recklessly fighting, fighting style, and opening and closing.

Yu Yanran sneered, "You still have a bit of self-knowledge."

boom! ......

The young man took the lead, holding the giant sword, and swiftly rushing towards Feng Jiu Ming, halfway through, the giant sword slashed suddenly.

The geniuses are a bit funny. This young man is worthy of being a disciple of the Great Fool Sect. He is exactly the same as the young man. He does not know martial arts and physical skills, but simply cuts and cuts.

Feng Jiuming waved his hand, and behind him, the Arc de Triomphe appeared. He turned around and walked into the gate. The Arc de Triomphe disappeared instantly, even with him.

when! ......

The sword light that the young man had cut out suddenly fell through, and he slashed fiercely on the ring. Sparks shot. Fortunately, the ring was extremely strong and not damaged, except for a shallow white mark.

Hum! ......

As Feng Jiuming escaped into the void, every inch of the space in the ring revealed an invisible murderous aura. The young man's hair began to rise, but he didn't panic, and laughed, "I dare to use the Arc de Triomphe body method, when I am a fool? ?"

According to the method Long Qingchen had taught him before, the young man scolded, "The trash saint selected by the Triumph Sect will only hide in the void and be a turtle?"

Seeing this scene, Yu Yanran sneered, “I’m in a bad mood. When I was scolded by your brother, I couldn’t help but get angry, resulting in fluctuations in my breath, making the Arc de Triomphe’s body technique exposed. Do you think this trick is also useful for my brother? My brother has cultivated the Tao for many years, and his mood is like an ancient well, without any breath fluctuations at all."

Sure enough, there was no response in the void.

The young man looked at Long Qingchen for help, "My friend, what should I do? Is there any way to break the Arc de Triomphe body technique?"

"There is no way, use the fairy power to protect the vital points as much as possible."

Long Qingchen shook his head slightly. If it was him, when Feng Jiuming attacked him with the Triumphal Arch, he could use the dragon wings to dodge. This young man would not be able to avoid it at all.

boom! ......

Before his words fell, Feng Jiuming appeared silently on the left side of the youth, slamming a punch on the youth's shoulder!

The young man couldn't react at all, his whole body seemed to be hit by the Primordial Beast, and he flew out instantly and fell out of the ring.

one move!

"Just now, Yu Yanran's Arc de Triomphe's body technique was broken by this youth in the blue shirt, and there is no obvious effect. Only now can I see the terrifying part of the Arc de Triomphe's body technique. She hides in the void and suddenly attacks, which is difficult to prevent."

"This young disciple of the Dayu Sect, his cultivation level reached the fourth-order fairy monarch realm. In Feng Jiuming's hands, he couldn't hold up even a single move. What exactly is Feng Jiuming's cultivation base?"

"I don't know, it can't be sensed, it must be much higher than us."

"I heard that Feng Jiuming's cultivation is above Yanran, and Yu Yanran has reached the fifth-order immortal monarch realm. Then, Feng Jiu-ming must be more than the fifth-order immortal monarch."...

The geniuses watched this scene in shock.

The young man walked over with a smile and helped the young man up, "Hahaha, brother, I fought with Yu Yanran for more than ten strokes, you can't even take a stroke of Feng Jiuming, you are more embarrassing than me, Master blames you. Come down, you must be punished heavier than me."

"Can this be the same?"

The youth was depressed, "Feng Jiuming is much stronger than Yu Yanran."

Yu Yanran looked at the youth in Qingshan with her beautiful eyes, "These two disciples of the Dayu Sect, facing me and brother, are all because of you, can you dare to accept the challenge of my brother?"

"I am not interested in accepting the challenge."

Long Qingchen glanced at Feng Jiuming. Feng Jiuming's cultivation base is much higher than him. Without using the treasures of Spear of Destruction, his chances of winning are not great...

Yu Yanran sneered, "Don't you dare to accept the challenge?"

"Whatever you say."

Long Qingchen didn't care, turned around and planned to leave.

Just now, when the young man and the young man were dueling Yu Yanran and Feng Jiuming, he had already inquired about the rules of the martial arts competition.

The Budo Contest is divided into a recommendation system and a shortlist system.

The recommendation system ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is within the range of the wolf star, the major forces on dozens of planets, have recommended places, you can recommend the disciples directly to participate, generally speaking, each force has two to Five places.

The shortlisting system is an opportunity for casual cultivators. If casual cultivators want to participate in the martial arts competition, they have to win ten games in a row in the main cities of Shouyang Star in order to get a place to participate in the martial arts competition.

"stop!"

Yu Yanran's face was cold, and she walked quickly to Long Qingchen and stopped him, "You have to accept if you accept, and you have to accept if you don't. We must teach you a lesson, let you know, don't provoke it at will. other people!"

"I just don't accept the challenge, what can you do to me?"

Long Qingchen stepped on the ground and looked at her jokingly, "Don't forget, this is Shouyang City, and the use of force is forbidden in the city. If you and your brother attack me, you will violate the regulations and you will offend Feixing. Zong, do you dare?"

"you!"

Yu Yanran's face was embarrassed, her body trembled in anger, but there was nothing she could do with him.