Peerless martial arts system

Chapter 33 The Three Great Geniuses of the Golden Phoenix Building (please collect, please recommend!)

"You shouldn't be competing."

After the lottery was drawn, the younger generation were arranged in the southeast corner of the square, and an indifferent young man in black walked up to Shi Xiaole.

This person's name is Leng Feng, and he is a rare young elite in Su Yanru's family.

"Why not?"

Shi Xiaole asked.

"If you don't come back, at least there is a reason for not coming back. Now the landlord is in danger, and your performance in the big competition will definitely be regarded as a laughing stock to attack the landlord."

Leng Feng looked at Shi Xiaole, his eyes were full of anger and disappointment.

"I will be responsible for my actions, and I will not let anyone laugh at my aunt."

Shi Xiaole said lightly.

Leng Feng snorted and walked away, obviously not believing his words.

After the lottery was drawn, the once-in-a-decade Golden Phoenix Tower Competition officially began.

"No. 46 Zhang Defang, against No. [-] Wu Yan."

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the two young men started their lightness kung fu and jumped onto the ten-foot-long arena.

In front of the gazes of so many big men from Feiyan City, the two were excited, and almost used all their strength from the very beginning, they must show their demeanor in front of everyone.

Before the start of the match, Lan Ning, Jin Wuwei, and Sha Zongheng basically locked in the top three, so the rest of the team was very stable and didn't have too much determination to win.

Of course, if they meet other people, they will still fight hard.

"Wu Yan, you are not my opponent, admit defeat, shake empty palm!"

On the ring stage, Zhang Defang shouted loudly, his momentum was like thunder, and he slapped Wu Yan fiercely with his right palm, which had been waiting for a long time.

"Big words, whirlwind legs."

Not to be outdone, Wu Yan jumped up and crossed his legs, attacking Zhang Defang like scissors.

The two are both at the fifth level of Qi Storage Realm, but Shi Xiaole can clearly see that Zhang Defang's attainments in palm techniques are higher.

Sure enough, after dozens of moves, Zhang Defang spotted a flaw and narrowly defeated Wu Yan with half moves.

"Zhang Defang wins."

After the result was announced, there were sparse applause at the scene, but that Zhang Defang didn't mind, and was still excited.

The games went on one after another.

For the martial arts masters at the scene, these previous competitions were inevitably a little childish, and it felt like a junior high school student watching an elementary school student doing arithmetic problems.

But in the sixth game, the atmosphere was different.

"No. 41 Leng Feng, against No. [-] Xu Ping."

Hearing his name, Leng Feng focused his eyes, and with a touch of both feet, he landed on the edge of the ring lightly.

"Yanru, is this your disciple? It really looks good."

City Lord Feiyan had clearly investigated Su Yanru's situation, turned his head to look at her profile, and opened his mouth.

Before Su Yanru could speak, the host on the second floor said first, "The city lord doesn't know. This Leng Feng is not only the host's disciple, but also his most proud disciple. He barely ranks among the top four in the Golden Phoenix Tower."

As soon as these words came out, a group of people nearby suddenly looked strange.

The so-called beating does not slap people in the face, but the landlord of the second floor doesn't seem to take Su Yanru very seriously, does he?
Meng Qi was secretly angry for a while, his face was black and red, and after getting a hint from Su Yanru, he reluctantly endured it.

In the current arena, Leng Feng had already fought against Xu Ping.

As Su Yanru's most proud disciple, Leng Feng's strength is beyond doubt.He possessed the eighth level of energy, holding two sabers, bowing left and right, and immediately forced Xu Ping back to the edge of the ring.

"One go at a time, then decline, and three times. Brother Leng, you are too hard."

Seeing that he was about to lose, Xu Ping smiled strangely, and with a swipe of the long sword in his hand, he immediately created a layer of solid defense in front of him.

The situation began to tilt slowly.

Whenever Leng Feng was about to defeat Xu Ping, Xu Ping would use that weird move. After dozens of moves like this, the power of Leng Feng's moves dropped significantly.

"Where did Senior Brother Xu learn this trick?"

"I heard Senior Brother Xu say that it seems that Senior Brother Sha taught him this."

Someone said in a low voice, looking at Sha Zongheng who was holding a folding fan.

Sha Zongheng didn't deny it, he just smiled and said: "That's a trick created by Sha when he had nothing to do. I didn't expect it to be quite useful."

Whoa!
Everyone was in an uproar, what, Xu Ping's weird move to block the cold front was actually created by Sha Zongheng himself?

"Senior brother Sha is only 17 years old, he can actually create his own martial arts, is it true?"

"Senior brother Sha's talent is well known to everyone, how can it be faked?"

The young disciples of Su Yanru's line all looked ugly.As for the other departments, especially those from the first department on the fourth floor, they began to cheer loudly.

Shi Xiaole ignored the others, looked at the situation on the ring, and shook his head.

As Xu Ping said, Leng Feng's strength is strong, but unfortunately he is more than aggressive, but not durable enough, especially after he was provoked by Xu Ping, he tended to lose his composure.

Of course, Shi Xiaole could feel that Leng Feng was hiding his strength based on his intuition, but even if he defeated Xu Ping, Shi Xiaole was not optimistic about his next match.

"It was you who forced me to open the screen with two swords!"

With ice-cold eyes, Leng Feng's knife path suddenly changed drastically, attacking as quickly as two millstones, killing from the left and right sides.

Keng Keng.

Now Xu Ping panicked, before he could use that weird sword technique, the long sword in his hand was knocked flying, and then kicked out by Leng Feng.

"Cold Front wins."

In the end, it was Leng Feng who won, but anyone who cared could see that Xu Ping had already forced out his hole cards, and the next game might not go smoothly.

Su Yanru in the audience sighed insignificantly.

Leng Feng's personality has always been his flaw.If he had been calmer just now, he could have found the other party's flaws and exploited them cleverly, but it's a pity...

If the battle between Leng Feng and Xu Ping finally aroused the interest of the martial arts giants present, then the eighth match really attracted their attention.

"No. 39 Jin Wuwei, against No. [-] Wang Tiancheng."

Hearing the high-pitched voice of the referee, a pair of probing eyes looked at the ring.

"Third Lord, it's finally Wuwei's turn. I don't know how strong he is now?"

The host on the second floor looked at the host on the third floor who was calm and smiling.Although he has great confidence in his granddaughter Lan Ning, he also wants to know the reality of Jin Wuwei.

"Hehe, the old man doesn't know either, but Wuwei said that not taking the first place this time is his biggest failure."

The words of the third host made everyone, including the second and fourth hosts, stunned.Even Su Yanru's expression changed.

Crazy tone.

On the ring, Wang Tiancheng looked at Jin Wuwei who was standing with his hands behind his back, and said, "Senior Brother Jin, please enlighten me."

Jin Wuwei nodded slightly.

Exercising his whole body's power, Wang Tiancheng kicked his left foot on the ground, and rushed towards Jin Wuwei as fast as a sharp arrow, and punched out a powerful and heavy punch in mid-air.

Third-rate middle-grade martial arts, Shenshaquan.

Wang Tiancheng can be regarded as a moderate talent in Jinfenglou. At the age of 17 this year, he has already possessed the seventh level of energy storage. In addition, he has practiced Shenshaquan to the level of supernatural integration. Jin Wuwei held out ten moves in his hands.

"Ten strokes are the bottom line, and fifteen strokes are victory."

As soon as Wang Tiancheng gritted his teeth, he saw his fist hit Jin Wuwei in front of his eyes.

Jin Wuwei suddenly stretched out a hand, stretched his fingers, and then gently squeezed it. Wang Tiancheng struck with all his strength, and immediately seemed to have encountered an unbreakable bottleneck, and could no longer move forward.

"Your strength is too weak."

Shaking his head, Jin Wuwei exerted a bit of force, pedaling, and Wang Tiancheng took three steps back, his expression full of astonishment and disbelief.

With one move, he lost with one move?And Jin Wuwei didn't use all his strength at all.

A feeling called powerlessness flooded Wang Tiancheng's heart.

Not only him, at this moment, even the many martial arts magnates present couldn't help squinting their eyes.

Because there are quite a few people who think they can't do it like Jin Wuwei.In other words, is this talented young man already surpassing them in strength?

"Fearless, it's really scary for young people."

The landlord on the second floor clenched his fists, his face was cloudy and uncertain, until he saw Lan Ning's calm expression in the distance, the uneasiness in his heart gradually dissipated.

Hmph, although Jin Wuwei is strong, Ning'er is by no means weaker than him!

"Yanru, this young man is really amazing."

Even City Lord Feiyan couldn't help boasting.

Su Yanru responded, then looked at Shi Xiaole, seeing the inscrutable expression on the latter's face, she frowned in doubt.This little brat, won't be scared stupid, will he?

"Lan Ning, I couldn't defeat you the previous few times, this time, I will let you taste the taste of failure."

Walking off the ring, Jin Wuwei said to the oncoming Lan Ning, with an unusually calm expression.

"Really? Let's wait and see."

Lan Ning walked lightly onto the ring with a long sword in her hand, it was her turn to play this time.

Her opponent happened to be a young man from the first class of the third floor master.

"Senior Sister Lan, I offended you."

The young man wielded an eyebrow-level stick, and kept walking around Lan Ning, looking for opportunities to make a move.

Before the start of the competition, he got an order from the host of the third party, to use Lan Ning's martial arts at all costs, so that Jin Wuwei would be more mentally prepared, so he didn't dare to be reckless.

After dozens of breaths, the young man saw that Lan Ning was still flawless, his whole body was like an immobile iceberg, and because of his frequent use of light kung fu, he had lost a lot of internal energy, knowing that he could not continue, he gave a loud shout , rushed forward with a swing of his stick.

lb!
Young people come and go even faster.

Only a few people present could see clearly that Lan Ning knocked out the young master with seven levels of energy out of the ring with just a piece of scabbard.

And she didn't even move her footsteps from the beginning to the end.

"it is good!"

The landlord on the second floor was overjoyed and patted the desk in front of him.

This stick boy's martial arts was even stronger than Wang Tiancheng's. Judging from Lan Ning's response, she would never be weaker than Jin Wuwei.

The third floor owner snorted coldly.

The eyes of the fourth master flickered.

As for the others, there are those who are surprised, those who applaud, and there are various emotions.

Shi Xiaole slowly withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself, this Lan Ning, and Jin Wuwei's strength may be stronger than Dong Chengwu's and others. If he hadn't just broken through last night, he really wouldn't be sure to match them.

After Lan Ning, after a few rounds, it was finally the turn of the last of the three geniuses in Jinfenglou, Sha Zongheng.

Different from Jin Wuwei's domineering and Lan Ning's coldness, Sha Zongheng smiled like a handsome nobleman, making people feel no threat at all.

It's a pity that the master of the sixth level of Qi storage on the opposite side just wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness to attack, but he was knocked away by a fan while he was talking and laughing.

The two sides are not of the same order of magnitude at all.

"No.18 Shi Xiaole, to No. 29 Song Xian."

In No.18, Shi Xiaole finally heard his name.

(End of this chapter)