Evil Venerable

Chapter 430 Four Flower Spirit Host

Now the emperor of the Huoyang Kingdom is a martial arts champion, and his own strength is enough to intimidate one side. The two drums are also sonorous and powerful. The sound of the drums is like thunder, and the atmosphere on the field is suddenly Was pushed to ****.

The representative of the Sirius tribe is indeed not very good when it comes to his body and appearance, but he also has strange abilities that ordinary people can't match.At the very beginning of the match between the two sides, the representative of the wolf clan jumped up suddenly, and flipped backwards for several weeks. When he landed, his limbs touched the ground at the same time, and his eyes seemed to be filled with endless anger. Unable to stare.

Seeing him raise his head and let out a stern wolf howl towards the sky, this howl instantly overwhelmed all the sounds in the arena.Immediately afterwards, countless sharp steel thorns of more than half an inch suddenly protruded from all over the body!There are also tiny thorn-like protrusions on both sides of the cheeks.

"Hehe, what a half-assed werewolf!" Feng Zhiheng, who was standing opposite the werewolf in the arena, felt a little speechless.He never expected that the Celestial Wolf Clan would send a young werewolf up to challenge him, perhaps because his identity as a guest did not attract enough attention.

"What do you mean by that?" The werewolf contestant on the opposite side glared at Feng Zhiheng and said.

"Feng heard that members of your Sirius clan were to be put into the pack of wolves when they were just born, and only after living there for three years can they be eligible to return to your Sirius clan. And you are the most powerful My martial art is to inject wild wolf blood and practice the evolved werewolf transformation technique to fight. If I know correctly, the highest level of werewolf transformation technique is to completely transform from a human form into a wolf form. Once evolved to that point, not only You can rule your wolf clan, and you can even lead a real pack of wolves! But your werewolf transformation technique seems to have not even reached the middle stage, so what is it if you are not a half-wolf?"

As soon as Feng Xin Zhiheng spoke, most of Wang Cheng's supporters in the arena booed one after another.This made the little ronin on the opposite side lose all face, he couldn't help it for a while, so he had to bite the bullet and rush towards Feng Zhiheng.

I saw that the movements of Feng Zhiheng's feet were extremely neat!With such a casual shock, the half-finished werewolf on the opposite side was sent flying upside down by a powerful burst of true energy.

There was another burst of applause, the little werewolf didn't suffer too much damage, but he seemed to have no face and courage to rush to Feng Zhiheng anymore.

Gradually, the audience at the bottom of the stands made gestures to drive him away one after another. After all, this kind of unilateral food competition couldn't satisfy their tastes at all.

"***! If our patriarch hadn't been plotted against, would it be Feng's turn to show off his power? Young master, don't be discouraged, we will have a bright future!"

The little werewolf regained his human form, and returned to the werewolf tribe with a resentful expression on his face. Perhaps only his tribe members were still speaking encouraging words at this moment.

On the huge platform, Feng Zhiheng won the battle effortlessly at this moment, even the emperor who just cheered for him didn't think it was enough. From this point of view, the Sirius clan might be out of luck.

However, at this moment, a silver-haired old man sitting in the front row of the He family in Nanjun looked at Feng Zhiheng on the stage with deep meaning.The two just looked at each other and smiled, without any obvious movements.Then the old man nodded slightly to his clansman behind him, and then turned his head away.

The crowds of spectators still play an important role in exaggerating the atmosphere of the game.At this moment, without waiting for the master of ceremonies on the stage to speak, a figure soared into the air from the position of the He family in Nanjun, and then made a perfect turn and landed in the center of the competition venue. With a folding fan in his hand, the hair on his temples fluttered in the wind , it is the famous romantic son He Jiyang.

The unrestrained and handsome detached figure immediately made the audience shout hoarsely!Numerous young girls who are in love don't care about their own image, waving their show handkerchiefs vigorously to cheer for the man of their dreams.The audience who originally supported Feng Zhiheng also turned their backs at this time, causing Feng Zhiheng on the opposite side to shake his head slightly with a smile.

But at this moment Feng Zhiheng made a move that once again shocked the audience.Seeing him turning around slowly, bowing his body to salute, he opened his mouth respectfully to the emperor on the high platform.

"Your Majesty, today can be said to be the strongest and most prosperous time in our Huoyang Kingdom every three years. Powerhouses from all over the world and different races of our subordinates have gathered together to compete and compete for the protection authority of the next king city. We As a royal guest, the Feng family is also a member of the royal city, so they should devote themselves to the protection of my royal city, in my humble opinion, in this competition, my Feng family still focuses on observing and learning."

Fang Yanli couldn't help but nodded when he heard the words, knowing that Mr. Feng is really good at managing fire, and the name of Prince Wu is really not picked.

After Feng Zhiheng's hard work, he saw the emperor on the high platform gently twirling his beard, he agreed without thinking too much.

As Feng Zhiheng's sworn brother, the emperor of Huoyang Kingdom naturally knew that Feng Zhiheng's strength was not comparable to that of ordinary foreign leaders. Looking at the entire royal city, there were not many people who could compete with him. Naturally, there is some reason for this retreat.

After receiving the emperor's permission, Feng Zhiheng retreated to the rest area where Xin's family was located amidst the cheers of the audience, and nodded with Yan Li who was sitting on the side.

"Jiyang, a descendant of the He family in South County, invites you to fight, and is willing to learn from other foreign masters." He Jiyang said polite words, but his lavender eyes were fixed on the area where Ling Feng's family was located.

Feng Yuchen just glanced lightly in He Jiyang's direction, and he didn't stop looking any longer.However, she keenly sensed that just at that moment, patriarch Ling Feng beside him did something to He Jiyang on the field for no reason.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and Feng Yuchen's thoughts suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something.Subconsciously touched the mark on his left wrist.The sparkle on the forehead also quietly flashed a ray of light.At this moment, even if Congrui is as thoughtful as Yuchen, she still doesn't know whether what she did this time is right or wrong.Her bargaining chips are all tied to Juedu.

The ancestral hall in the north courtyard of Fengfu.

In the center of the ancestral hall is a statue of Miller Buddha with a gentle face.The huge Buddha statue occupies almost one-third of the entire ancestral hall.Kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha statue is a pale-haired old man, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and a handful of wooden fish in the other. Accompanied by the Buddha's voice in the ancestral hall, he recites the Buddha's words over and over again, with a relaxed mind. , seems to have integrated with everything here.

Until the old man finished reciting the contents of the entire Buddhist scriptures, a very strange breath of spiritual power permeated the entire ancestral hall without any warning.Then in the next moment, a fiery flame of true energy ignited around the old man who was kneeling on the futon.

Unexpectedly, the old man was still as calm as before, calmly waved his hand around his body, and then faded away the raging flames around him.

"The masters of the Lingfeng clan have come from afar, why don't you enter the shrine?" The old man put down the Buddhist vessel in his hand, and slowly opened his eyes that had been silent for a long time.His eyes seemed to be as sharp as hidden endless sharpness.

However, there was still no figure in the ancestral hall, but a group of dark red spiritual energy faintly condensed at the door, blocking the dappled light from outside the door.However, he never saw this cloud of breath transforming into a human form.

"Where is the spirit body of the reincarnated flower?" Such a sentence came out faintly from the crimson aura, and the peaceful tone did not break the quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the ancestral hall at this moment.

Seeing that the old man was still expressionless, but at this moment his body moved, and his kneeling body turned around for no reason, facing the cloud of breath behind him.

The old man stared at the flame-like aura, clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "I don't know why the benefactor came all the way to find this reincarnated person?"

The old man didn't hear any sound, but saw a faint cyan light suddenly appearing in the center of the crimson arrogance, finally converging in one place, and a feather-like pattern appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, when the old man saw the pattern, he couldn't keep calm any longer, his eyebrows twitched for a moment, and then he closed his eyes again.

"Where the reincarnated person is now, I don't know at all, so send the messenger."

In a daze, the crimson gas flame at the door completely disappeared, and the spiritual power that had surged in the ancestral hall also disappeared. Everything seemed to have returned to calm, but the old man's heart couldn't help but surge.

"I don't know whether Chen'er is a blessing or a curse this time!" After a long while, the leisurely Zen voice sounded again in the ancestral hall.

The huge imperial palace is still full of voices and jubilation. At this moment, He Jiyang, the son of Nanjun on the stage, is in charge of the five masters of foreign races, and the young girls in the audience are full of enthusiasm, and their eyes are hazy.The masters of other foreign races were also in a state of excitement. They never imagined that three years ago, he was just a talented kid, but now he has become the leader of the Megatron side, and his attacks are fierce. , The subtlety of the means all amazed everyone in the audience.

On the contrary, Yan Li was already a little sleepy after watching it. He really hoped that there would be a big show, after all, what he was waiting for was just a scene of bitterness, and he was nothing more than to be the Yuelao who fulfilled the fate of a mandarin duck.

"This round of competition is over, the He family in Nanjun won, and the spoils: a blood moon scimitar, ten thousand taels of gold! I don't know which faction's representative is going to accept the challenge next?"

Following the words of the master of ceremonies on the field, the cheers of the audience became even stronger like a mountain roar and a tsunami.It's just that the remaining chiefs of the foreign races look at me and I look at you. None of them have made up their minds. After the previous rounds of competition, they have already seen that they can't win the battle with their own power. He Jiyang is no longer what he used to be.Therefore, this idea was also dispelled.

At this time, Feng Yuchen in the stands felt a gust of cool wind blowing around his face, and the surrounding spiritual power surged for a moment, and the figure of patriarch Ling Feng appeared on the battle platform.

The Ling Feng family used to be known as the number one inheritance of martial arts in the small world, and the members of the clan were naturally born to be the deadly enemies of the people in the ghost way. When they appeared on the battle stage at this moment, some old guys from the ghost way in the distance all gritted their teeth and cut them off. Their appearance is neither human nor ghost, and at this moment, it seems that they have a vicious appearance.

However, this time it was He Jiyang on stage who spoke first.

"Oh, it turned out to be the rats of the Ling Feng family! It seems that I really underestimated you. If you don't rub your feet and go back to your deep mountains, you still have the face to appear here!"

"Hehe, speaking of it, I really want to thank you, Nephew He. If you hadn't appeared in time to send charcoal to my Lingfeng family, we really wouldn't have anything to participate in this competition!"

Seeing that the smile on He Jiyang's face disappeared in an instant, his figure flickered a little, and he came to the opposite white-bearded elder.Can Xue's spiritual confusion technique was staged again, a faint purple light suddenly rose from the bodies of the two people who were separated by a short distance, and at this moment, it seemed to the outside world that there was a haze at all, as if the two were already fighting.

"Old guy, what tricks are you trying to play? Don't try to use my things to negotiate a deal with me. No one can control her except me! Just as you can't control Juedu! Don't use illusory things as capital Come negotiate terms with me!"

When Yan Li heard this, a trace of disgust rose in his heart. It was obvious that Feng Yuchen and her lover were both used as bargaining chips. It seemed that he really needed to clear up the obstacles for the two of them!

"No, you're wrong, it's definitely not the capital of my Lingfeng clan, but her capital!" The corner of the Lingfeng patriarch's mouth curled up and said softly.