Violent Martial Soul System

Zhao Feng also looked at the young man quietly.

This Ninth Grade God Yuan Pill has already been reserved by Zhao Feng!

"Both, are you ready?"

The referee turned to look at the two of them.

Zhao Feng and the young man nodded slightly, indicating that they were ready.

"let's start!"

The referee's voice fell, and he backed out.

At the same time, Zhao Feng and the young man fled towards each other.

This is the first time Zhao Feng has fought against a martial artist younger than himself, but this does not mean that he will show mercy.

However, since the Shenyuan Pill was internally decided by the three sects, he would naturally also act for the three sects.

The two clashed instantly, and the two heaven-level swordsmanship began to fight.

The eyes of the onlookers all lit up.

Although both of them are six-star Martial Ancestors, they are much stronger than those who were eliminated before.

This one is sure to be exciting.

Although the swordsmanship used by the young man was only 40%, but he had heaven-level martial arts, five kinds of martial arts, and Zhao Feng's release of water, so the two fought against each other for thirty rounds.

"This man is so strong, where did grandpa find such a master?"

The young man was very surprised.

He is the person involved, so it is natural to see that Zhao Feng did not use all his strength, but he has already resisted with all his strength.

However, as time passed, the teenager felt that something was wrong.

"Hey, my energy is almost exhausted, it's almost there."

The boy said in a low voice while attacking.

"almost?"

Zhao Feng was startled when he heard this.

Immediately reacted.

It seemed that the boy thought he was here to act.

"Well, almost."

Zhao Feng nodded slightly, and the offensive suddenly became fierce.

"What are you doing, not going as planned?"

The boy opened his eyes wide and said in a low voice.

"Plan, what plan?"

Zhao Feng asked as if he didn't know anything.

"Didn't you invite me from my grandfather?"

The boy reacted suddenly.

"Who is your grandfather?"

Zhao Feng asked along.

"My grandfather is the third elder of Hailingzong. As long as you give me the first place, I will ask my grandfather to give you another Shenyuan Pill later."

The boy was a bit greedy for fame and fortune, and wanted to experience the feeling of being the first, so he immediately offered the price.

"It's empty talk, kid, I'm sorry!"

A flash of light flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes, and his attack doubled in an instant. He only heard a clang, and a long sword flew out horizontally. Then, with a flash of golden light, the boy's throat was blocked by a long sword. .

"you……"

The young man opened his eyes wide and dared not say anything.

"No. 10 lost, and the champion of the intermediate group is No. 2!"

The referee announced immediately.

Zhao Feng withdrew his long sword, cupped his fists and said, "I've accepted it!"

He also understood that this should not be a default decision, otherwise the referee should have a strange expression.

The young man had nothing to say. Originally, he thought that Zhao Feng was arranged by his grandfather and wanted to play a play with him, but he didn't expect that Zhao Feng was not, and he also took away the first place that belonged to him.

"This is the reward for the first place in the intermediate group, Ninth Rank God Yuan Pill!"

The referee came over and handed the things to Zhao Feng very readily.

Zhao Feng was also polite, took the Shenyuan pill, then punched the three sides of the viewing platform, and left directly.

Everyone present was also a little surprised. Zhao Feng won the first place in the intermediate group, why didn't he even reveal his name, was he in such a hurry to leave, was he in a hurry to eat?

"Oh, it's a pity, this kid doesn't seem to want to join my Hai Lingzong, that's all."

The elders on the viewing platform shook their heads helplessly, and they didn't want to force it.

After all, there are still many disciples in Hai Lingzong who are younger than Zhao Feng and have broken through to eight-star and nine-star Wuzong.

...

After getting the Shenyuan Pill, Zhao Feng quickly left Hai Lingzong and swallowed it directly.

"Congratulations! Breakthrough to Seven Star Martial Ancestor!"

Even if ordinary people take the Shenyuan Pill, it will take a while to refine it, but for Zhao Feng, this special heavenly material and earthly treasure can be effective without refining it at all.

From the six-star Wuzong to the seven-star Wuzong, it was completed in just one thought, and no one would believe it if it was said.

"Seven-star Martial Ancestor, with the increase in martial soul and combat body, I can defeat the Nine-Star Martial Ancestor. If I use the berserk state, even the Martial Emperor martial artist can't help me. It seems that I won the first place in this advanced group. It should not be a problem, after all, the highest level of the advanced group cannot surpass the Nine Star Martial Ancestor..."

Zhao Feng was calculating in his heart, but he didn't dare to be careless.

Because the senior group is almost all nine-star Wuzong, there must be many who have 90% of the Huohou Tianjian swordsmanship like the old man before.

However, in order not to be suspected, Zhao Feng changed into a different outfit, and made a disguise mask in the Berserk Martial Soul system, and then put on a smiling face mask outside.

In this way, no one will be able to recognize him.

Anyway, what this Martial Arts Conference is looking at is the entry token, and when the time comes for the test, he is a seven-star Martial Sect, not a six-star Martial Sect, no one will think of him as the champion of the intermediate group in the morning.

Half a day passed.

In the past half a day, Hai Lingzong still came to visit many warriors, even masters above the Martial Emperor.

Zhao Feng pretended for a while, and then went in again.

There were not many contestants in the advanced group, only thirty or so. When Zhao Feng entered, these people were just testing their realm.

"Eight-star Wuzong!"

"Nine Star Martial Ancestor!"

"Nine Star Martial Ancestor!"

"Nine Star Martial Ancestor!"

Sure enough, all those who came were middle-aged or elderly, and almost all of them were Jiuxing Wuzong.

Soon, it will be Zhao Feng.

He punched the light stone like in the morning, and seven soul shadows flew around him.

His strength has just been revealed, which has attracted a lot of hot and cold ridicule.

"It's really funny, the Seven Star Martial Ancestor came to participate, it's really courting death."

"He also wears a mask so that no one can recognize him. He looks young, and he is indeed looking for death. Although killing is not allowed in this competition, it does not say that it cannot be maimed. If both arms are cut off, they will be useless from now on."

"Isn't that good? Maybe we will meet such a fool?"

"That's right, hahaha."

The two warriors who were close to Zhao Feng laughed loudly.

These two people, Zhao Feng remembered that the other party was Nine Star Martial Ancestor

However, he didn't want to talk to these two people, so he just lowered his voice and muttered coldly: "Fool."

"What did you say?"

When a strong man heard this, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Feng by the collar.

"What, you want to do it here?"

Zhao Feng sneered.

"You think I dare not?"

The strong man stared wide-eyed, looking fierce.

"If you dare, then do it, if you don't dare, let me go, otherwise..."

Zhao Feng did not continue.

"Otherwise, why do you dare to threaten people, a waste of Seven Star Martial Sect?"

The other man couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up.

"Otherwise, all your hands will be cut off by me!"

Zhao Feng replied. Furious Martial Soul System