"Elites of the Wind Clan, today we are gathered together to witness this grand event of geniuses. The two powerful men, the Wind King and the Wind Tiger King, are here to cheer you on. I hope you can go all out and show your best. status. If you perform well, Senior Feng Tiger King may even accept you as his disciple. What an honor and opportunity this is! Without further ado, let you show off your skills in the grand event, so that the two Feng King and Feng Tiger King The strong will witness your grace!"
Feng's non-stop words swept through the entire scene like a violent wind, pushing the atmosphere to an unprecedented peak.
"The grand gathering of the Wind Clan's geniuses begins now."
The Wind Tiger King stood majestically in front of the stage and solemnly announced the opening of the Wind Clan Talents Gala.
On the ring, one outstanding disciple after another leaped onto the ring like an eagle striking the sky, and their duel began.
Zhang Liucheng watched the battle of the younger generation of the Wind Clan with great interest, and behind him, Xiaoqiang and others suddenly appeared.
"Brother, I think these Wind Clan monks are only as strong as this, what do you think?"
Xiaoqiang asked while watching the battle on the ring.
"I think that the younger generation of the Wind Clan has indeed surpassed our human race in many aspects. They have shown significant advantages in talent, training speed and combat effectiveness. Even their older generation has more powerful people than our human race. According to the strength of the Wind Clan, there must be many powerful beings in other fields. This will undoubtedly bring greater challenges to us in going to various fields to eliminate the demons." Zhang Liucheng said in a deep voice.
In the fierce arena, two Wind Clan monks started a fierce battle.
One of them was a dark-skinned middle-aged man, wearing black cloth, with his chest exposed to the air.
His opponent was a young man wearing a narrow-sleeved python robe. The sleeves of the robe were embroidered with red threads and auspicious clouds. A vermilion and white jade belt was tied around his waist, and a white jade exquisite waist pendant hung on it. He had an extraordinary elegant temperament.
The battle between the two was in full swing, and the intensity was beyond words.
Although most people believe that the middle-aged man in civilian clothes has the upper hand in this duel, Zhang Liucheng firmly believes that the boy in the python robe will be the ultimate winner.
King Fenghu saw this accurately, and more importantly, the technique practiced by the young man in the python robe was exactly the same as the technique practiced by King Fenghu himself, as if there was an invisible link in the dark. Tie them together.
"What? Could it be that Senior Fenghu King is interested in accepting a disciple?" Zhang Liucheng asked with a smile as the corner of his mouth raised.
"I have this idea, but I need to observe and see the specific situation before making a decision."
King Fenghu expressed his attitude deeply.
As the strongest person in the Wind Territory, every decision he makes will affect the entire pattern of the Wind Territory.
Accepting a disciple is not just a simple decision, it means that he has to give his expectations, responsibilities and inheritance to a young person.
Therefore, he must carefully investigate to ensure that this person is qualified to become his disciple.
Just when everyone thought the battle was over, the boy in the python robe suddenly stopped holding back. All the strength in his body was like a unleashed beast, rushing towards the middle-aged man in civilian clothes with endless power and anger.
The boy in the python robe looked up to the sky and roared, his breath was as wild as a tiger descending from the mountain, fearless and powerful as a broken bamboo.
Immediately afterwards, he punched out with both fists. It was a violent force that hit the middle-aged man hard.
That blow was like a thunderbolt. The middle-aged man in civilian clothes could not resist the powerful force and was blown away under the ring.
The middle-aged man's body hit the edge of the ring, making a heart-stopping loud noise.
"Crack!"
A clear sound of bone breaking echoed in the air, and the middle-aged man's sternum had been shattered.
He fell to the ground in pain, unable to fight anymore.
"I surrender."
The middle-aged man in civilian clothes spoke with difficulty, his voice full of unwillingness and helplessness.
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Everyone turned their attention to the young man in the python robe, and his powerful strength shocked everyone.
"Wind Fist Sect Feng Junsheng."
King Fenghu solemnly announced.
The young man in the python robe is handsome, his face is calm and calm, as if everything is under his control.
"The next match will be between Feng Maochang of the Wind Sword Sect and Feng Lun of the Wind Formation Sect!"
Feng Maochang gently opened his palms, and a mysterious power was quietly released.
In an instant, a bright Luan knife appeared in his hand, and cold light danced on the blade.
At the same time, Feng Lun took out a seemingly ordinary small formation flag from his arms, but every time he waved it, it carried a heart-stopping power.
His gestures were like miraculous craftsmanship, and a huge magic circle quickly formed in the air with his movements.
The arena was enveloped by this sudden magic circle. The magic circle seemed to be a mysterious world, emitting vast energy fluctuations.
The audience was shocked by this thrilling scene, and the entire venue fell into silence.
"Fengfake Formation!"
Within the magic circle, a strong wind suddenly raged, roaring like a wild beast, and swept towards Feng Maochang.
Feng Maochang took a decisive step forward, stared at Feng Lun with burning eyes, and shouted: "Storm Sword Technique!"
As Feng Maochang swung his sword, a powerful momentum was like a dragon descending from the sky, tumbling and roaring.
The aura was like a tiger, ferocious and majestic, intimidating everything around it.
Feng Maochang's sword energy surged freely and horizontally, as if he wanted to cut off all the strong winds in the world.
The surrounding air burned instantly under his sword energy, like paper being burned by fire.
When the raging wind hit his sword energy, it melted into the high temperature like ice flakes.
Feng Lun's face remained calm, without any trace of panic.
He gently waved the small formation flag in his hand, and the flag drew an elegant arc in his hand.
The strong wind in the magic circle roared more violently as he wished, like an enraged giant beast, rushing towards Feng Maochang with its teeth and claws.
"Is this the only way the Fengzhen Sect's formations can be done?"
Feng Maochang smiled contemptuously, appearing dismissive of Feng Lun's attack.
His figure flashed like lightning and appeared in front of Feng Lun in an instant.
The Luan Dao in his hand burst out with brilliant light, like the brightest star in the night sky, reaching towards Feng Lun's throat.
Feng Lun's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect Feng Maochang to be so fast.
At the critical moment, Feng Lun's figure disappeared from the place like a phantom, and when he reappeared, he had jumped behind Feng Maochang.
It turns out that Feng Lun's previous attacks were just to lure Feng Maochang's attention, but his truly fatal attack was this ever-changing movement technique.
However, Feng Maochang did not show panic because of this. On the contrary, a leisurely smile appeared on his face.
Feng Maochang waved his long knife with his backhand, easily defeating the attack from behind.
At the same time, Feng Maochang's body leaned forward, galloping towards Feng Lun like an arrow from a string.
The two figures intertwined in the ring, their offense and defense like a magnificent picture, closely connected.
Every collision between the sword light and the wonderful formation seemed to touch the pulse of the earth, making the arena tremble.
The Luan knife in Feng Maochang's hand was like a dragon rising out of the sea, and the strong wind roared out from the tip of the knife, as if it was going to tear the entire arena into pieces.
Feng Lun's figure was erratic in the strong wind, and the small formation flag in his hand drew mysterious tracks in the air, as if he was drawing an invisible picture.
At this moment, the two attacks reached each other at the same time.
Feng Lun's small formation flag shone brightly in the strong wind, like a star coming into the world, trying to swallow up the entire arena.
Feng Maochang's Luan Dao was radiant with light, as if it was going to cut off all obstacles.
