Shen Feng shook his head and smiled.
"It's not that I'm brave, but we have no other choice now. We can only win this game so that we can gain a foothold here."
Chihu asked confusedly
"Do you want to stay here and not go out?"
Shen Feng turned to look at Chihu and said
"The best way to get out is to establish a foothold here. We are not familiar with the place here. Do you think we can leave safely from here?"
Chihu said with a long oh
"I understand, you are trying to find a way out of here from the higher-ups. You are really smart."
Shen Feng nodded heavily and said
"Let's go, we should prepare for this competition."
Then the group of them walked towards the residence.
But just as Shen Feng left, he felt a very familiar feeling from the crowd, but when he looked at the crowd, they were all unfamiliar faces.
"Could it be that I was too focused and had an illusion?"
He kept this feeling in his heart and left.
A week passed quickly. During this period, Shen Feng had been in retreat and did not take a step out of the room because he wanted to improve his strength to its peak state.
In the early morning of the next day, with the sound of a bell, Shen Feng slowly opened his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curved.
"I haven't fought in a long time. I'll train with you this time."
Although Shen Feng has no understanding of the sect here, he is still very confident in his own strength. At least he has not encountered a real opponent in front of monks of the same level.
Shen Feng stood up from the cross-legged position, and then opened the door. At this time, Chi Hu, Leng Meiling and Zeng Tong were all standing outside the door. Shen Feng smiled slightly and said
"Let's go and welcome the first ray of sunshine we have here."
Chihu and Zeng Tong left first, followed closely by Shen Feng and Leng Meiling, but not long after Shen Feng walked out, a sword light shot over.
Shen Feng's cold light flashed and he hid in an instant. He looked behind him. At this time, there was a female cultivator standing in front of him. She was wearing a mask and her appearance could not be seen clearly. The mask also blocked her spiritual consciousness, and Shen Feng could not See it through, he said coldly
"Who are you and why did you attack me?"
The masked woman didn't answer his question, she just left a sentence of betrayal, then turned and left.
Shen Feng was stunned, because he had many answers in his mind, but he did not expect such a simple and heartless sentence.
Leng Meiling on the side was also confused. She looked at Shen Feng curiously.
"Brother Feng, did you betray her?"
Shen Feng said speechlessly
"I don't know her at all. Besides, I only have one person in my heart, and I haven't done anything extraordinary. Maybe she recognized the wrong person."
Leng Meiling looked at Shen Feng with a strange look. The other party did not explain, but just shook his head and said
"Let's go, the competition is about to begin."
Soon Shen Feng and his four people arrived at the square. The place was already full of monks from the Lanri Sect. Shen Feng also felt that there were some unkind eyes looking at him, but Shen Feng ignored it because everything was based on Strength speaks.
After a few breaths, the elders of Lanri Sect also flew over from mid-air. They sat on the stage and gave inspiring speeches. Of course, this was all nonsense to Shen Feng and others, and they did not listen at all.
The speech lasted for a stick of incense before ending, and finally came to the competition, where opponents were selected by drawing lots, but this drawing was different from the previous ones.
I saw the elder of Lanri Sect holding a large handful of bamboo sticks and throwing them into the air. Then the monks below jumped up and grabbed one of the bamboo sticks.
Shen Feng and others also jumped up quickly and grabbed their own bamboo sticks. The numbers they grabbed were relatively large, which meant that their competition was relatively low.
This way they will have time to observe the fighting methods of the monks here.
After the drawing of lots, it was time for the competition. Everyone was scattered around the square, leaving a large open space in the center for the competition monks to use.
The monk in the first competition was a burly man, and the other one was the masked woman who wanted to assassinate Shen Feng. The moment Shen Feng saw the masked woman, he suddenly frowned.
Because he knew that the masked woman had murderous intentions towards him, but he couldn't bear the slightest thought of dealing with the masked woman. He even found a trace of familiarity in the masked woman.
"What's going on? I shouldn't know her. I just came to the Japanese continent and have never been in contact with any women. Could this feeling be caused by her special magic?"
Shen Feng shook his head to stop himself from thinking about these things and started to watch the game wholeheartedly.
The burly man smiled evilly at the masked woman, but the masked woman only responded with coldness. Seeing that the masked woman didn't make any move, the strong man roared and rushed towards her.
The punches he punched brought up a gust of wind, and just when the strong man was about to touch the masked woman, he suddenly stopped punching and froze his hands in mid-air.
Then the strong man began to look ferocious, and he fell to the ground within a few breaths. The masked woman did not make any movement during the whole process. This strange behavior also made everyone take a breath.
Shen Feng frowned even more
"It's not that she didn't move, but she moved too fast, which made some monks with average cultivation mistakenly think that she didn't move. It seems that she is not a good person, and she should be more vigilant."
When the masked woman walked off the stage, she deliberately glanced at Shen Feng. Shen Feng was stunned again with that vicious look, because he really couldn't understand when he provoked such a person.
Chi Hu also criticized Shen Feng and said
"Brother, I think this woman seems to have a prejudice against you. Her eyes clearly want to kill you. Have you let me down?"
Shen Feng immediately glared at Chi Hu, who quickly retracted his words and said
"It's okay, just kidding, don't take it seriously."
Shen Feng was furious now, and this feeling of confusion made him restless.
Then the second test came.
The two monks who came on stage this time were both holding swords. The strange thing was that one of the monks also had a mask on his face. Chihu whispered at this time
"What are the customs of the Lanri Sect? Why are there so many people wearing masks? Have they done something shameful in private?"
Shen Feng shook his head and said he didn't know what was going on.
As the competition bell rang, the thin monk said
"You and I are both sword cultivators, and it's just a coincidence. I hope you don't lose too miserably."
The masked monk did not answer, as if he didn't care about the words of the skinny monk at all. This made the skinny monk's face look ugly. He frowned, stopped talking nonsense, directly raised the sword in his hand, and said There are words to read.
The skinny monk's sword began to glow with red light, and then he rushed directly towards the masked monk. The terrifying momentum overwhelmed the masked monk at a glance.
But the masked monk showed no fear at all. He still stood there upright, giving the impression that he was a big sword.
When Shen Feng saw this person, a figure immediately appeared in his mind, and that was Xiao Long.
That was the only opponent he admired among his many opponents, and he was also the only one who was a master of swordsmanship.
But Shen Feng knew that that person couldn't be Xiao Long, because it was so difficult to cross the Moon Continent and come to the Sun Continent.
The game on the field was still going on, and the skinny monk was seen rushing towards the masked monk with a lot of evil energy. Just when he was about to approach, the masked monk slowly raised the sword in his hand, and then slashed it cleanly.
The emaciated monk stopped. He stood there blankly, and then a drop of blood fell from the top of his head. Then a hole opened in his skin, and he fell to the ground.
It was another clean blow, which aroused the uproar among the monks present. Shen Feng originally just admired it in his heart, but when he saw the look from the masked man, he was stunned.
Because the masked man's eyes were provocative again, then Chihu spoke again
"Brother, what's going on? The masked man seems to be provoking you. Do you have a grudge against the masked man? Why do you look at you like this?"
Shen Feng said even more speechlessly at this time
"I didn't know. I can't figure out what's going on right now."
Zeng Tong spoke calmly at this time
"Don't think about this. Since you want to provoke, just fight directly. There is nothing to be afraid of."
Shen Feng and Chi Hu agreed with his rough methods.
The next few matches were all normal. There was no situation where the opponent was knocked down with one blow. It took more than an hour to determine the winner.
And this also lowered the interest of the monks. Although the competition was very fierce, they still wanted to see the one blow that defeated the opponent.
And such a scene appeared again not long after.
In the last few competitions, Zeng Tong appeared first. He faced a monk with a sinister look on his face. He would lick his lower lips from time to time, as if he wanted to eat Zeng Tong.
But Zeng Tong is not afraid of such a monk, because he himself practices the ghost way, and he is not afraid of such a monk with such an appearance.
I saw the insidious monk clasping his hands, his nails growing rapidly and looking very hard. He rushed towards Zeng Tong after letting out a sharp laugh.
The insidious monk opened his hands and was about to stab Zeng Tong, but Zeng Tong simply waved his hand, and a black energy came out of his hands, and then the insidious monk stopped taking half a step forward.
Then he rolled his eyes and collapsed.
The monks in the audience exclaimed again, and Chihu clapped his hands happily at this time.
"As expected of my brother, he also knocked down his opponent with one blow. I don't even know how this person lost. After all, my brother Zeng Tong cultivates the ghost way, which comes and goes without a trace."
Shen Feng nodded with satisfaction when he saw this situation, because he always hoped that the people around him would become powerful so that he would not lose them again.
