Pushing forward and being invincible: starting from adding points in the dream

Chapter 138: The heroes are hunting me down, I can handle it all!
hum!
Inside the venue, the warm-up ended.

It can be seen that the ground is shaking slightly, and the nine platforms in the middle are slowly descending.

With the sound of gears turning, the open space in the center slowly split apart, revealing three larger square arenas.

It is hundreds of meters in size and is made entirely of some gray material.

There are no fences on either side, and the view is clear, open and solid.

In addition, you can see several virtual screens projected from the ground instruments, suspended in the air, with the names of the masters flashing like drawing lots.

But no one paid much attention to this.

Instead, he frowned and looked towards the seat of Feilongliu.

"During the Rujin Martial Arts Competition, all the True Meanings and Sect Leaders are invited to the back room of the venue for a chat."

Jiang Yunshan, who was in charge of maintaining order at the venue, spoke again, and the elders of the Golden Flying Eagle Clan frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Jiang Yunshan, what exactly do you, Feilongliu, want to do?"

Amid the questioning, several other top schools had the same expression.

It was strange that Feilongliu suddenly intervened in this martial arts conference.

Coupled with the current situation, they all discovered that something was wrong.

"Haha, it's my fault for not making it clear."

Jiang Yunshan did not get angry. Instead, he bowed and added, "It was my sect master who invited me, not my personal order."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere became quiet.

Even those who were as unruly as the Golden Eagle clan became quiet for a moment.

Grandmaster, the pinnacle of martial arts.

No one dares to deny face.

"What a great request from a great master."

An old man from the Golden Sword School snorted coldly, but eventually took the initiative to step forward and walked towards the exit at the back of the venue.

Seeing him taking the lead, the elders of other top schools had different expressions.

Either snorting or waving his sleeves, in the end he chose to follow silently.

As the true disciples left one after another, Chen Feng and the others looked towards their own sect leaders.

"I think something big is going to happen."

"Hey"

The leader of the Wanlian Sect, Lu, shook his head and said something. Li Tong looked serious, and his previous smiling expression gradually faded.

Finally, hesitate for a moment.

He looked at Chen Feng.

"Good disciple, I will hand it over to you in a while."

When their eyes met, Chen Feng felt something was wrong.

As if he had read his mind, Li Tong gestured to the left and right to show the true intentions of those schools that were leaving.

The number of people is increasing and a trend has been formed.

What's more, this is a request from the Grand Master.

"Don't worry, the Grandmaster also has to maintain his dignity."

After patting Chen Feng on the shoulder, Li Tong finally turned around and left with Sect Leader Lu.

Watching the other person's slightly plump back, Chen Feng remained silent.

"Master will be all right?"

Zhao Tingxiao said with some concern.

"With so many schools here, the Feilong School shouldn't do anything rash." Lin Xiaoyun analyzed rationally.

Having said that, several people were still a little worried.

Since coming to Yungang, they have felt restricted in every way.

At this moment, this feeling was suppressed to the extreme.

The atmosphere was silent until the end.

It can be seen that Chen Feng sat back in his original position without saying a word.

Grandmaster.

It's all because of these two words.

The reason why Yanhuliu retreated was because of this.

The same is true for the Feilongliu that was able to go against the trend and dominate Yungang for thirty years.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng looked at the panel in front of him.

[Heart of Glory LV1: 90/100]

If the talent can be upgraded, the Shield Colossus will have a chance to be strengthened.

Even a master may be unable to deal with it.

"Junior Brother Chen?"

Seeing some coldness in Chen Feng's eyes, Zhao Jushan asked worriedly.

“It will end.”

Chen Feng closed his eyes, opened them again, and responded.

"Everything will end."

Bang! !

Ten minutes later, on ring number three.

A figure flew out upside down.

A man who had reached the second level of strength was knocked away by a palm strike, fell off the stage, and fainted on the spot.

Everyone looked at him with surprise and suspicion. The young man in the flying dragon blue robe on the ring had a dull expression and there were seven words embroidered with brocade thread on his cuffs.

"too weak."

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, he glanced at all the schools in the venue.

Zhan Wushuang of the Golden Eagle Style, Pang Kui of the Whale Body Covering the Sea Style, Zheng Shan of the Giant Elephant Gate, and
One by one, they are the top intelligence experts, including Chen Feng.

They looked at each other and then looked away indifferently.

He then looked around.

The battles in the other two arenas are still going on, and they are all weak opponents from other schools.

“Why do we have to draw lots?”

"Can't we solve it all at once?"

Shaking his head in confusion, he luckily turned over and jumped off the stage.

"This person is very powerful, and seems to be the seventh true disciple of the Feilong School."

"I heard there are six more people like this, all under the age of thirty, each of them is at the third level of the entry level, and each one is stronger than the other."

"The Feilong School is going to trample all the other schools under its feet."

There were constant discussions, and in the seats of Giant Elephant Gate, Zhang Tai and Zheng Shan both looked serious.

Several true disciples of the Golden Eagle, several strong men with whale bodies covering the ocean currents
Chen Feng could sense their solemnity, including that of Zhao Jushan and others around him.

beep!
The ring was empty and the virtual screen flashed numbers again.

Soon, an eye-catching figure stood up.

Like a giant killer whale, its breath causes the waves to roll.

"It's Pang Kui!"

Zhao Jushan's expression was serious, and he stared intently.

He stomped his two-meter-tall burly figure onto the ground and leaped onto the stage.

Boom!
The ground shook slightly.

Then, as the screen flashed again, the opponent was determined.

Everyone's expression suddenly froze.

tread!
An equally burly figure in a blue robe walked out slowly, looking about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, and walked up the steps to the ring.

There is a flying dragon on his body with bared fangs and claws, and the three words on his cuffs are eye-catching.

"Is it the third true teaching of Feilongliu?"

"Then Pang Kui will definitely win, right?"

Similar whispered discussions were heard, and Zhan Wushuang of the Golden Flying Eagle Style narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Admit defeat."

Pang Kui stood there, expressionless, and said, "I don't know what the Feilong Clan is up to."

"But it's just a matter of getting into the game. No one can beat me yet."

Without answering, the third true disciple just waited for the referee's wave.

Start!
Whoosh! !

The figure disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already standing in front of Pang Kui.

My pupils contracted, and I saw a punch.

Groan! ! !
It was as if a flying dragon appeared, and the dragon's roar continued.

The sound of crashing waves was set off, and Pang Kui, who was hit in the chest, looked slightly unhappy and quickly lowered his center of gravity.

Boom! ! !
A gust of air exploded from behind him, and a powerful energy column as thick as a fist penetrated through and stayed in the air for several meters.

The dark whale-patterned robe burst into pieces, revealing veins on Pang Kui's face. He roared and waved his arms, with his ears filled with anger.

It was like a killer whale hitting the waves, and the repressive energy locked everything.

The air whistled and white gas exploded.

Swish! !

However, the next second.

The two fists, which were unstoppable, suddenly hit the air, and the third true disciple disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Pang Kui.

"How can it be!"

"He actually avoided the Six Whale Body Styles."

"You can even dodge the Qi lock?"

Someone in the audience exclaimed, and people from top sects such as the Giant Elephant Sect were all extremely solemn. Even Zhan Wushuang, who was recognized as the strongest, showed a look of fear.

"ended."

Groan! !

The powerful energy column burst out again, penetrating Pang Kui's body like an invisible force, emerging from behind him and tearing the air.

One, two, and three.

After nine consecutive attacks, the blue figure flashed continuously.

Boom! !

The huge body as big as a mountain staggered and shook, blood was oozing from the corner of Pang Kui's mouth, his face turned pale, and he half-knelt on the ground.

"It allows me to throw nine punches in a row."

"You are not weak."

His palm stopped at the opponent's Adam's apple. Although the third true teaching consumed a lot of energy, his aura was still extremely strong.

The two looked at each other, and Pang Kui gritted his teeth unwillingly.

"Lost."

"Pang Kui actually lost?"

Many people stared with their eyes wide open in disbelief. Chen Feng also squinted his eyes and looked at the ring, feeling a little surprised.

From the perspective of aura perception, this third true disciple is not much stronger than Pang Kui.

But in the end, it ended so quickly.

Zhao Jushan and the other two on the side were unable to recover for a long time, but, the next second.

beep!
Another arena became vacant, the screen flickered, and a new match was drawn again.

[Yanhuliu, Zhao Jushan, Arena No. 2! ] The draw was fixed, and Zhao Jushan exhaled a foul breath.

Then, he nodded slightly to Chen Feng, who was wearing a gray robe, and quickly left his seat and walked towards the stage.

"Don't worry, Jushan's bronze statue skill is almost complete."

As if seeing Zhao Tingxiao's worry, Lin Xiaoyun suppressed her suspicion and quickly consoled him, "It's not like he hasn't dealt with a third level of Ru Jin before. As long as he doesn't encounter those top sects, then..."

beep!
The opponent on the virtual screen freezes.

A blue robe with a flying dragon and the word "Six" on the cuff.

Lin Xiaoyun's words were interrupted, and many eyes on the field turned to look at her.

tread!
The sixth true disciple of Feilongliu was as fast as a swimming dragon. He stood on the stage with a look of disdain on his face.

"Flame Tiger Style, hehe."

He looked at Zhao Jushan, who had a serious expression on his face, and stood across the arena from him, seven or eight meters away.

There was a hint of teasing in his eyes, and his words fell lightly.

"Kneel down and admit defeat, or I'll beat you to death."

His eyes were spitting fire, but Zhao Jushan was still trying to control his emotions.

Until finally, the referee waved his hand.

"If you don't admit defeat, don't blame me"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Stomp the ground and explode to interrupt the opponent.

Zhao Jushan attacked ruthlessly, leaving no room for maneuver.

His realm is already weaker. If he releases more evil energy in his heart, how can he fight?

hum! !

His entire body was covered in bronze, and he threw a punch, with deep red power condensed in it.

Bang!
The force explodes and hits the opponent.

There was no sign of joy at all, and Zhao Jushan's mood instead sank to the bottom.

He looked down and saw that his full-strength punch was easily blocked by the opponent's raised palm.

It's like flame meeting water.

The blue energy continued to flow, and all the crimson energy began to smoke and was thus annihilated.

"I told you to admit defeat."

Whoosh! ! !
A palm of blue light suddenly blasted out and hit Zhao Jushan directly in the chest.

Bang! !

His bronze chest sagged and his body hunched backward.

The tiger's eyes were wide open and bloodshot.

Even though he has great skills, he is even close to perfecting the bronze statue skill.

Zhao Jushan still felt a sharp pain, as if his sternum was about to break.

In contrast, the young man in blue robe shook his body and easily dissipated all the recoil force.

and.

The five fingers of his left hand tightly grasped his fist like a dragon's claw, and then his right arm broke through the air, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

Bang bang bang bang bang!
The gray robe was shredded into flying pieces, and a series of concave palm prints were left on Zhao Jushan's chest.

His bloodshot eyes gradually closed, and his strong breath dropped rapidly.

Boom!
His body fell down weakly, and in just a few seconds, Zhao Jushan fell backwards and fainted on the spot.

In an instant.

Chen Feng's face turned cold, and Lin Xiaoyun beside him had the same expression.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Tingxiao looked anxious. He quickly left his seat and went forward to support the other person.

The referee of Feilong School was indifferent throughout the whole process, while those of other schools in the seats had different expressions, some frowned and some talked.

"You're so harsh?"

"It was almost destroyed."

"So cruel."

Zheng Shan and other disciples of top sects all had complicated expressions. Pang Kui, who was helped off the stage, shook his head.

I still have some concerns about the Flying Dragon Style against me and others, but it is not enough to deal with the Flame Tiger Style.
"You are so weak, what kind of rubbish hard skills are you practicing?"

The Sixth True Master said this calmly, with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Zhao Tingxiao carried the unconscious Zhao Jushan, his face flushed and his fists clenched.

beep!
Suddenly, at this moment.

A virtual screen flashed again on another empty arena, and a new match was scheduled.

[Yanhu Liu, Lin Xiaoyun, Arena No. 3! ]

When the message came out, Lin Xiaoyun was stunned.

The next second, the screen flashed again.

The picture freezes and the opponent appears.

As if it had been expected, the opponent actually stepped onto the stage first.

Looking closely, he was of average build, and even looked familiar.

"It's the Seventh True Teaching again!"

"I'm going, what's going on?"

"Why are they always from Feilongliu?"

As the discussions started, Chen Feng stood up with a cold look in his eyes.

But, it seemed as if he had noticed something.

beep!
The screen on the stage where Zhao Jushan was located suddenly flickered and the picture froze.

[Yanhu Liu, Zhao Tingxiao, arena number two.]

Everyone was stunned, including Zhao Tingxiao.

Before he could react, he could see that the Sixth True Master on the stage remained motionless, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

At the same time, the virtual screen behind him flickered and froze, revealing a face identical to his.

"Fuck!"

“This is not right!”

"Haven't you figured it out yet? The Flying Dragon Style is going to crush the Flame Tiger Style to death!"

As the discussions reached his ears, Chen Feng's face turned completely cold.

"I'm afraid that the Yanhuliu will fall to the last place in the ranking this time."

Zheng Shan of the Giant Elephant Gate shook his head, seeing the clue, and felt some pity.

Zhan Wushuang and Pang Kui who was recuperating from his injuries had similar expressions.

beep!
Suddenly, the screen of the last empty ring No. 1 flashed, and the expected name appeared.

[Yanhuliu, Chen Feng, Arena No. 1! ]

The text freezes and footsteps sound.

There was a word "Five" on the cuff of his blue robe, and a thin young man in his twenties came onto the stage.

In an instant, the atmosphere became silent, and many people couldn't help swallowing.

"Flame Tiger Flow"

In the last row of seats, Master Liu Fangming and his disciple from the Xinyuan School had complicated expressions on their faces, but they did not dare to intervene at all.

The disciples of Wanlian Sect looked angry, and some could not help but seek help from the top sects.

“This is targeted!”

"Brother Zhan Wushuang, could you please mediate?"

Zhao Jushan's friend Qin Tao made a sincere request and looked towards Zhan Wushuang.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and he could already feel Fei Longliu's dangerous gaze.

The first and second true disciples, and even the third true disciple have begun to recover their strength.

Why.
Sighing, Zhan Wushuang closed his eyes and shook his head, not intending to intervene.

Qin Tao looked at Pang Kui and others in disappointment.

"Senior brother."

Zhang Tai from the Giant Elephant Gate couldn't bear it and wanted to speak, but Zheng Shan stopped him by shaking his head.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was silent, and no one responded.

Qin Tao wanted to say more.

pat!

His shoulders were held down and he tilted his head to look.

Chen Feng, who was sitting nearby, stood up at some point and shook his head at him.

"Brother Qin Tao, thank you."

Take a step forward and release your hands.

He brushed past the other party, walked out of the seat with Lin Xiaoyun, and came to the side of the ring.

This is a fight between dragons and tigers, a feud between the Flame Tiger School and the Flying Dragon School.

It really shouldn't have involved more people.

"Senior brother."

Zhao Tingxiao's face flushed red, and he was still carrying the unconscious Zhao Jushan on his back. He felt extremely bitter, his nose was sore, and his eyes were slightly red.

He is a genius in Nanjiang City.

But in Yungang it is as weak as dust.

The elders who used to love and care for him are no longer around, and the frustration and depression of being isolated and helpless are about to overwhelm him.

tread!
When he moved again, Chen Feng was already standing in front of him.

He patted him on the shoulder, then looked up at the venue.

This place is very large, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

But unfortunately, there was no place for them, the Yanhu Clan.

Thousands of people focused their attention on the fight, and the Feilong Zhenchuan masters on the three stages had different expressions.

Some were sneering or joking, while four others with stronger auras stood by and watched with arms folded, looking eager.

"So, you are the strongest people in the southern martial arts world under the true meaning?"

Chen Feng suddenly spoke, his tone as calm as frosty water in a pond.

Zhan Wushuang, Pang Kui and others frowned slightly, and the Feilongliu people showed naked mockery.

"Yes, you could say that."

The skinny Fifth True Disciple stood on the No. 1 ring, spread his hands, and said with a cold smile: "For what you just said, I can give you a chance."

"Kneel down, representing Yanhuliu's surrender."

"From now on, you will never set foot in Yungang again. I will let you leave this place."

As soon as the voice fell, someone from the direction of Songheliu laughed heartily.

Yiquan Style, Asuka Style, Giant Bear Style
The malice became more and more intense, and the smiles and ridicules of revenge emerged clearly in the perception.

"Then there's no need to waste time."

Chen Feng stepped slowly onto the No. 1 stage.

Without even looking at the Fifth True Disciple, he looked around at all the Feilongliu people in the audience, including the surrounding referees.

"You guys, come together."

(End of this chapter)