World Wide Martial Art

"Oh? Does Su Jianxian think there is anyone else who can compete with Chang Sheng?"

A tall and thin elder beside him sneered. Situ

Although he spoke politely, his tone was obviously full of disdain.

The tall and thin elder was Sikong Changsheng's master...Qian Zhong.

Qian Zhong had spent a lot of effort before taking Sikong Changsheng into his sect. He had always been very attentive to the teachings of his master disciple and taught almost everything he could teach to Sikong Changsheng.

He believed that with Sikong Changsheng's current strength, let alone being number one in the Kendo Tournament, he could also occupy a place among the outer disciples of Xuan Yi Sect.

This time Sikong Changsheng's eyes were not on the top ten, but on the first place. First, you can directly join the inner sect of the sect.

Superior status.

As for Sikong Changsheng's lack of scruples in killing or injuring his opponents, it also has something to do with his character.

This person is unruly, has his eyes set high above his head, and is not willing to fight with mediocre players.

"Sikong Changsheng has reached the ninth level of King Realm. The martial arts and martial arts he has cultivated are even more special. His strength far exceeds everyone in this conference. I don't believe that there are still people who can fight with him." An elder said pertinently.

Qian Zhong smiled proudly.

When others praise his disciples, it is equivalent to praising himself.

"Su Jianxian said this because he thinks your disciple is stronger than my disciple Sikong Changsheng?"

Qian Zhong sneered and said contemptuously: "I heard that Su Jianxian's disciple is only at the third level of King Realm. His name seems to be Ye Feng. Yes, it is Ye Feng. I heard that he once killed the demon prince. This is a huge achievement. I don’t know if it’s just luck or if I really have two brushes.”

Although Qian Zhong was asking questions, there was a look of contempt on his face.

The answer was clearly settled in his mind.

Ye Feng was able to kill Fan Lou just because he was lucky.

In fact, not only Qian Zhong thought so, but many elders present also had the same idea as him.

How could a mere third-level King Realm kill a demon clan at the Eighth-level King Realm?

At the same level, the demon race is stronger than the human race. It is very difficult for ordinary warriors to defeat the demon race even at the same level, let alone killing the demon race.

Beyond the fifth level of small realm.

Damn it, is this guy going to take off?

In a head-on battle, there is absolutely no chance that Fan Lou can be his opponent, not to mention that Fan Lou is still the prince of the demon clan and is protected by secret techniques and treasures.

"Ye Feng is good. Yesterday he easily defeated a genius at the eighth level of the king realm with the third level of the king realm. Such a record is something to be proud of. But Sikong Changsheng is a genius among geniuses, and Ye Feng is still a little worse than Sikong Changsheng."

An elder commented pertinently.

Regardless of whether Ye Feng's killing of Fan Lou was due to luck or strength, he was worthy of everyone's respect after all, and these elders were not willing to say bad things behind his back.

But Qian Zhong was still reluctant and sneered: "Humph! Not only is it a little worse, compared with my disciple, Ye Feng is really worse. Not to mention compared to my disciple, he is today's opponent Niu Changhao , I’m afraid Ye Feng can’t compare.”

"Is it?"

Scholar Su snorted coldly and said: "Elder Qian, do you dare to make a bet with me? If Ye Feng loses to Niu Changhao today, I will give you this sword of banishment... with both hands."

Scholar Su said as he took out his sword.

Seeing the divine sword flashing with light on the table, everyone else's eyelids jumped involuntarily.

Everyone here knows that Academician Su is obsessed with swordsmanship and has collected countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to forge this Immortal Sword. After years of nurturing with his aura, it gradually evolved into the natal flying sword.

The natal flying sword is the lifeblood of the Sword Immortal. All his cultivation is based on this sword. Once lost, he will be almost useless.

As the saying goes, if the sword is with you, but if you die with the sword, you will die.

Today, in order to gain some reputation for his disciples, Academician Su actually took out his own flying sword, the Immortal Sword, as a bet. He was obviously very angry.

An elder could not stand it any longer and comforted him: "Su Jianxian, the Exalted Immortal Sword is your lifeblood, but you can't use it as a bet based on your whim."

"Yes, Niu Changhao is indeed the best among the geniuses in the main courtyard. His strength is only lower than Sikong Changsheng and Xie Cheng."

Academician Su sneered: "What do you mean, I will definitely lose?"

Qian Zhong stared at the flying sword on the table, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"Okay, it's a deal, Elder Su, don't regret it."

After a while, Qian Zhong laughed and agreed. He had determined that Ye Feng would lose this time.

"What if Elder Qian loses? What will happen?" Scholar Su stared at Qian Zhong and said gloomily: "I heard that Elder Qian recently got a piece of Feiyun Steel, so why not use that piece of Feiyun Steel as a bet."

Qian Zhong's mouth twitched when he heard this.

He had gone through all kinds of dangers to get this Feiyun Steel from a secret realm. It was an excellent material for forging magical weapons.

Just add a little Feiyun Steel to any ordinary iron to raise its grade to a higher level.

Not to mention a whole piece.

It can be said to be priceless and cannot be measured by spiritual stones.

"What? Elder Qian doesn't have the guts?" Seeing Qian Zhong's hesitation, Academician Su said slowly and casually.

"What do I dare not do! Everyone here can bear witness to us. I used Feiyun Steel to bet that Ye Feng will lose today." Qian Zhong gritted his teeth, took out a piece of white spiritual ore from the storage ring, and slapped it on the table.

This white ore is about the size of a face, and its shape is very special. It looks light and airy, not like iron ore, but like a ball of cotton wool.

"good!"

Academician Su's eyes also lit up.

At this time, Elder Tian on the ring announced loudly: "The last battle of this top ten martial arts battle, Jiange Ye Feng, versus the main courtyard Niu Changhao, both battlers please come to the stage."

The battle was about to begin, and all the elders on the stage had to brace themselves.

The tall Niu Changhao jumped onto the ring first, nodded slightly to Xie Cheng in the audience, and then moved his eyes to Ye Feng on the other side, shouting: "Ye Feng, come up here and die."

The aura on his body was violent, and his eighth-level King Realm cultivation was exuded. When the warriors watching in the audience saw this, they were all shocked.

Niu Changhao is known as the third person in this conference, with extremely strong cultivation, second only to Sikong Changsheng and Xie Cheng.

When Sikong Changsheng and Xie Cheng came on stage, they won easily without showing their true strength. But now, as soon as Niu Changhao came on stage, he showed his cultivation and shouted at Ye Feng, which obviously shocked everyone in the audience.

Ye Fengfei jumped onto the ring, smiled lightly and said, "Did Xie Cheng ask you to deal with me?"

Ye Feng noticed the way Niu Changhao looked at Xie Cheng just now, and he knew what it meant without even thinking about it.

Niu Changhao did not answer Ye Feng's words, but said coldly: "Boy, I heard that you killed Fan Lou and was respected as a hero of the human race. In my opinion, you are just a deceitful person who steals your reputation. Today, I, Niu Changhao, will reveal your secret." true colors."

Before he finished speaking, Niu Changhao had already taken out a huge golden axe.

He was tall, but the giant ax was even bigger than him.

With the giant ax in hand and the violent aura emanating from it, it was really like a god or demon coming to the world.

"Show your weapons!" Niu Changhao shouted.