World Wide Martial Art

Over there at the elders' table on the stage. Situ Reading

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"Elders, how is my disciple?" Qian Zhong couldn't help laughing, with a look of pride on his face.

"Sikong Changsheng's strength surpasses all the disciples in this conference. Such talent and cultivation are indeed rare. He can be called a genius that our Xuanyi Sect has not seen in a hundred years." An elder beside him said with a smile.

"Sikong Changsheng won the first place in this conference, and entering the inner gate is a piece of cake."

Another elder followed suit, completely ignoring Ye Feng who was still standing on the stage.

The inner disciples of Xuan Yi Sect have a high position and their status is not much lower than that of the elders of the villa. Naturally, the effect of flattering Sikong Changsheng and Qian Zhong now will be better than after he wins.

"Su Jianxian, I have to say that your disciple is indeed doing well, but compared to my disciple Sikong Changsheng, he is still a little behind."

Qian Zhong turned to look at Scholar Su with a proud smile.

Although he was laughing, the sarcasm in his words was self-evident.

"The outcome has not yet been determined, and we still don't know who will win." Scholar Su said calmly.

"Hmph! Do you still think Ye Feng can win?" Qian Zhong's face was serious and he snorted coldly: "Why don't we take another gamble? How about just betting on Feiyun Steel?!"

Qian Zhong hasn't slept well since he lost Feiyungang to Xuexiang Su, always thinking about how to win back.

Academician Su also smiled and said: "Feiyun Steel is a rare weapon-refining material. Can Elder Qian bet anything precious with me?"

Qian Zhong's face turned livid, he slapped the table and said, "Is this enough?"

Many elders took a breath when they saw what was on the table.

"This...is this a star lock?!"

"Elder Qian, you can't do this. The Star Lock is your family's ancestral treasure. You can't use it as a bet!"

Several elders who were good friends with him offered words of advice one after another.

The Star Lock is a charged defensive weapon. Its defensive ability is extremely strong and can block the fatal blow of a strong person in the middle stage of the Holy Realm.

In addition, the Star Lock also has a very special ability that can block the breath of the wearer.

After wearing it, strong people below the divine realm cannot check the user's cultivation level.

This magical weapon combines defense and concealment. It is a treasure passed down from Elder Qian's ancestors. It is extremely precious. Even Elder Qian himself rarely uses it.

"What? Master Su is afraid of losing and doesn't dare to gamble anymore?" Qian Zhong sneered when he saw that Master Su was silent.

"Let's bet. If Ye Feng wins, the Star Lock will belong to me. If Ye Feng loses, you can take Feiyun Steel back!" Scholar Su nodded.

Just when the two made a bet, the other side.

"I don't want to take advantage of you. I'll give you half an hour and I'll wait for you."

After defeating Mo Chengkong, Sikong Changsheng said calmly to Ye Feng.

"No!"

Ye Feng shook his head, placed the short iron rod in his hand across his chest, and said with a smile:

"Half the Yuan Power is enough to defeat you."

"bring it on!"

In fact, when Sikong Changsheng took action against Mo Chengkong just now, he was already recovering his energy.

Ye Feng did not rush to take action first, but waited for Sikong Changsheng to take action. After all, he did not understand Sikong Changsheng's true strength and acted rashly, which made him more passive.

"It's really crazy!"

Sikong Changsheng also didn't take it seriously. He smiled faintly, then raised his sleeves and made a few "swish" sounds, and nine black iron nails appeared in front of him.

"My nine divine nails are called Nine Star Soul Chasing Nails. They are specially used to restrain the physical body. Ye Feng, you have to be careful!"

Even though he was as arrogant as him, even though both of them were standing in the ring at this moment, destined to become rivals, Sikong Changsheng also felt a pity for Ye Feng since he saw Ye Feng's knife just now.

This is a sympathy between masters.

Genuine geniuses are destined to be lonely throughout their lives, with no friends around them, and very few who can even become their enemies.

Ye Feng's strength has been affirmed by Sikong Changsheng, and he is qualified to become his real opponent.

Therefore, Sikong Changsheng did not look at Ye Feng the same way he looked at those people before.

"Whizzing……"

The nine-star soul-chasing nail suspended in front of him turned into nine black bolts and shot towards Ye Feng.

Before the attack came, Ye Feng felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

This is suffocation from deep within the soul.

The nine-star soul-chasing nail is a spiritual weapon specially designed to restrain physical cultivation. It has huge destructive power on the consciousness and soul of a warrior.

Although Ye Feng's physical body is strong, he cannot unleash it under the Nine-Star Soul Chasing Nail.

He immediately used the Kunpeng Nine Heavens Movement Technique, and moved quickly, constantly changing directions, trying to avoid the pursuit of the Nine Star Soul Chasing Nails.

But soon, he discovered that doing so was in vain, as the nine-star soul-chasing nails seemed to have locked onto his soul aura.

"You can't run away!"

Sikong Changsheng laughed loudly, and with a move in his hand, the Nine-Star Soul Chasing Nail was simultaneously inspired. He no longer continued to pursue Ye Feng, but hung in front of Ye Feng in nine directions, blocking all his escape routes.

"Come on, let me see how powerful your sword skills can be?"

Sikong Changsheng looked at Ye Feng from a distance, he was looking forward to Ye Feng's blow.

A true duel between masters does not require too many fancy tricks, just one and a half moves are enough to determine the winner.

Ye Feng only has half of his Yuan Power left in his body, and he can only use one more sword at most.

And if this sword cannot defeat Sikong Changsheng, then he will be defeated.

Sikong Changsheng obviously understood this, so he kept waiting.

Waiting to see how strong Ye Feng's sword is.

"good!"

"Since you want to see my sword skills, then I will help you."

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

For an opponent like Sikong Changsheng, he also had a strong fighting spirit in his heart.

When fighting against such an opponent, only by using one's maximum combat power can one show respect for him.

The short iron rod was slowly raised to his chest by Ye Feng, and an invisible power came through, slowly spreading out, covering the entire arena in an instant.

Everyone in the audience saw Ye Feng raising the short iron rod again, and many people couldn't help but retreat.

The expressions of all the elders also became solemn. Even Li Jiutian, who had always been calm and calm, fixed his beautiful eyes on Ye Feng.

Everyone's attention was on Ye Feng, looking forward to his blow.

"Sikong Changsheng, no matter what the result is, you are an opponent worthy of Ye's respect."

"The Secret of the Supreme Sword, the second sword, fight in all directions!"

Ye Feng stood upright, and an unprecedented chilling air suddenly burst out from him.

In an instant, Yuanli surged out like a flood, rushing out thousands of miles away.

As soon as this murderous intention came out, not only the entire martial arts arena, but also the entire main courtyard was shrouded in it.

Under this chill, everyone in the audience felt at the same time, like a sharp knife lying in front of them.

That cold feeling of fear rose from the soles of their feet to their foreheads.

In an instant, many people began to tremble.

Several elders on the stage could not help but take a breath of cold air.

They all felt the terror of Ye Feng's knife.

Even before the sword comes out, it is already terrifying.