Peerless Martial Soul

The monk was not very old, about seventeen or eighteen, and he looked like a teenager.

However, his temperament is by no means what a young man can show, it is extremely calm and heavy, and even a bit old.

In his eyes, there is deep wisdom.

He folded his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, walked to the side, and sat down without saying a word.

That quiet temperament, a kind of virtuous monk.

"Shifang Jungle actually sent someone here?"

Someone exclaimed: "And it seems that this disciple sent here is definitely not weak."

"Yeah, Shifang Jungle, which has always been mysterious, is actually so important to this competition?"

Someone secretly counted, and suddenly shouted: "Nine major forces, there are already five forces sent people to come."

"This battle has attracted so many people!"

"I don't know if they came to see Chen Feng or Yu Taihong."

At this time, a rough and old voice suddenly rang in the distance, accompanied by a burst of laughter: "Of course they look at the old man!"

When this sentence reached here, everyone in Zhen felt a surge of energy and blood.

Even some people with slightly weaker strength were directly shocked by a mouthful of blood!

Everyone was stunned, knowing that this person's move was to give everyone a good start.

Someone who is thoughtful is shouting: "Yu Taihong is here! This is Yu Taihong!"

Then, everyone saw a carriage coming from across the sky.

This carriage, full of purple and gold, looks to be made of a very rare purple metal.

The steed in front of the cart is about three feet long, and it is white all over, from the head to the tail, and there are long white thorns.

The supernatural horse is obviously also a very rare powerful monster.

The carriage stopped by the ring, and three people came down from it. It was Yu Taihong's three disciples, He Qingcang, Fu Ziming, and his younger brother Fu Zihe.

Then the three of them knelt on the ring and shouted loudly: "Gongfu Master."

Then, the door of the carriage at the back opened, and an old man strode out.

It is Yu Taihong.

He Qingcang quickly took out a purple gold chair from the carriage, placed it on the ring, and invited Yu Taihong to sit down.

When everyone saw it, they all exclaimed: "What a big posture!"

Everyone looked at him, their eyes condensed.

"This is the legendary Yu Taihong!"

Yu Taihong is so famous in the vicinity of Tianzi City that his disciples can use his reputation to act domineering and unscrupulous, but there are very few people who have actually met him.

Yu Taihong laughed and slowly took his seat.

Then, an aura radiated from his body. Feeling this aura, everyone exclaimed: "One-star Martial Emperor mid-stage, this is the one-star Martial Emperor mid-stage aura!"

"Yeah, his momentum is so strong!"

"Haha, this time we are determined to win." The person who bought Yu Taihong to win was already determined in his heart and shouted in excitement!

And at this time, a cold snort came: "Is it amazing in the middle stage of the One-Star Martial Emperor?"

The next moment, a woman appeared on the stands.

After seeing her, everyone exclaimed: "Win Ziyue, this is the eldest lady of the Eastern Wilderness winner, win Ziyue!"

What happened here a few days ago to win Ziyue has been spread here. Everyone knows that the eldest lady of the Eastern Wilderness winner has come here. Not only has she come here, but she also supports Chen Feng.

At this time, Ying Ziyue was looking at Yu Taihong angrily.

Yu Taihong looked at Ziyue with a sullen smile at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Miss Winner, I know you are here to cheer your lover Chen Feng."

"But I'm sorry."

With his chin held high, he said arrogantly: "Today, you will see me killing him to death!"

"I must let him die so miserably so that I can vent my hatred!"

He was afraid of the winners of the Eastern Wilderness, and did not dare to directly attack and win Ziyue.

However, he was not afraid to attack Chen Feng.

Ying Ziyue looked at him with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Be careful, the wind flashes his tongue, and I don't know who killed whom."

"I have full confidence in Brother Chen Feng!"

"Haha, confidence is a good thing, but it's a pity that confidence alone is useless."

Yu Taihong laughed: "What is Chen Feng worthy of being compared with me? I can run him to death with just one finger!"

At this moment, suddenly a faint, clear voice came: "Who are you going to crush to death?"

After hearing this voice, everyone trembled.

The volume of this voice is not high, and it doesn't seem to have any emotions, just faint.

However, it seemed to ring in everyone's ears, like Huang Zhongda Lu.

It made people listen, and it couldn't help but tremble from the internal organs to the muscles, with a strange rhythm.

After hearing this voice, Ziyue didn't stop, she jumped up and shouted happily, "Brother Chen Feng, Brother Chen Feng, are you here?"

She looked into the distance, eagerly waiting.

In the next moment, everyone is looking far away.

Then, they saw a figure flying towards the far horizon, and soon came to the front.

This person is tall, handsome, and dressed in white. It's not Chen Feng, but who is it?

"He is Chen Feng, right?" Many people speculated.

"Yes, it's Chen Feng." Someone who had seen Chen Feng immediately confirmed it loudly.

But soon, the crowd shouted in exclamation: "This Chen Feng, it looks a bit wrong!"

"Yes, you see there are blood stains on his clothes, his face is pale, and even his breath is a bit erratic."

"All of this is a manifestation of being seriously injured!"

"Yes, could it be said that Chen Feng was already seriously injured? What happened to him? Why was he seriously injured before this competition?"

"Could it be that Yu Taihong arranged for someone to ambush him in advance?"

Everyone talked loudly.

Not only them, Yu Taihong, several of his disciples, and those onlookers in the stands discovered this.

Suddenly, Ziyue's complexion changed drastically, with a deep look of worry on her face, her whole body panicked to the extreme, even more sad than her own injury, and even more panicked.

She flashed, and she was about to fly towards Chen Feng.

At this time, the second old Xuan Tie grabbed his arm.

The second elder Xuan Tie said in a deep voice, "Miss, if you see him in the past, it would be a little uncomfortable, so let's wait for the comparison!"

Ziyue took a deep breath, and she also knew that this was not the time for her willfulness.

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