Super Ring

"Come with me, I'll take you to the martial arts field." The disciple said with a dodgy eyes, as if he did not dare to look at Lin Feng and the night.

"Let's go." Lin Feng said.

Then, the two people followed this disciple to the martial arts field. At this time, the martial arts field was full of people, and the auditorium was full of people. These people are basically the disciples of the Celestial Vault, and the elders are also there. In the auditorium.

Lin Feng and Ye Shu came to the side of the martial arts venue, Ye Shu consciously found a place to sit down, and Lin Feng stood by.

Not long after, on the other side of the martial arts arena, Mo Yu appeared with a woman covered in white clothes. Lin Feng looked across the martial arts arena, and soon his gaze stayed on the entire white figure.

Who is this person if he is not Baibing? At the same time, Bai Bing also looked at Lin Feng and saw Lin Feng coming. She was very moved. She didn't expect Lin Feng to directly fight the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine heaven for her, and now he is going to fight the Saint Son again. Just take her away and take her out of here.

Thinking of this, Bai Bing's tears couldn't help falling. It seemed that Lin Feng was aware of Bai Bing's mood, and the corners of Lin Feng's mouth suddenly curled up. This relaxed smile fell in Bai Bing's eyes, seeming to tell her to rest assured that I have a way .

Seeing Lin Feng's smile, Bai Bing put away his tears, also found a place on the martial arts arena, and sat down, Mo Yu sat next to her.

"Everyone, our competition today is a bit special. The saint child of our Celestial Vault will play against a saint cultivator. If the saint cultivator wins, he can take away our saint Bai Bing. Otherwise, he can only be alone. Leaving here, such conditions are undoubtedly the best for him. If he loses, he won't be so good. If he wins, he can take people away." The elder said loudly, standing on the stage of the martial arts arena.

As soon as these words were said, there was a boil below, and finally their Saint Son was about to take action. Those disciples, more than 90% of them had a slap print on their faces, and they have not had a good time these days. Disciple, being a casual cultivator, slapped one by one, left a shadow in their hearts. Now that the Saint Child is going to help them, how could he be unhappy.

The elders were not in the same mood. They were beaten from the first heaven to the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine heaven by a casual practitioner. As the elders of the Heavenly Vault, where did their faces go.

"Now I have our Son." The Great Elder shouted.

A man wearing a blue robe jumped onto the ring. As soon as this person took the stage, everyone cheered. This person is the Saint Child of the Heavenly Vault, the person with the Nine Nether Eucharist.

"Now, I invite that casual repairer!" The Great Elder shouted again.

Lin Feng jumped directly into the ring, and the audience was silent. No one cheered. All the disciples treated Lin Feng as an enemy. Who left them with Lin Feng's palm print on their faces?

"Feng Lin, come on!" The night cried out.

It's okay not to call, the eyes of all the disciples' Yuyan focused on the body of the night, and the night did not have any expressions, but felt that this was a matter of course.

"Now we can start." The Great Elder jumped off the ring.

At the same time, a round shield was raised around the ring. This round shield should be used to protect those spectators. Otherwise, the aftermath of the fight between the two on the ring will rippling out and it will affect unrelated people. Oh no.

"Ice-bound thousands of miles!" Shengzi stomped his foot, and a circle of blue energy spread out around him. As long as the blue energy passed through, it was covered by a layer of frost.

Soon this circle of energy came to Lin Feng's location, and in the blink of an eye Lin Feng was covered with a thick layer of frost, and then the whole person became ice cubes and became an ice sculpture.

Seeing such a situation, the following disciples all shouted: "Holy Son Shengwei, Holy Son Shengwei!~~"

The night was blank, and said, "Isn't it?"

Bai Bing was worried, but fortunately, Mo Yu next to him comforted him: "He must have something to do, let's watch it carefully."

"Boom!" The blood-drinking sword held by Lin Feng burned at this moment, and the red flame directly melted the ice covering the blood-drinking sword.

"Kacha." Then all the ice on Lin Feng's body fell. He moved his muscles and bones to look at the holy child and said, "Is the Nine Nether Saint Body capable of this?"

At this moment, Lin Feng had used the eleventh formula, but he didn't let the phoenix appear. He just borrowed the eleventh formula to melt the ice on his body.

This special flame actually had an effect on the frost of the Nine Nether Saint Body, which meant that Lin Feng could win this competition.

"No way of swordsmanship, breaking sword flow, twelfth style, breaking thought!" Lin Feng uttered the name of the move lightly, and a white halo directly enveloped her, and the whole person glowed white.

Compared with the Son of God, one blue and one white, what kind of sparks will collide with two different energies for a while? Many people are looking forward to it.

Those disciples, seeing Lin Feng emerge from the icebreaker, no one felt surprised. After all, Lin Feng could only be slapped against them. If they didn't have the ability, it would be abnormal.