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

Chapter 301 World Fighting Tournament
【World Fighting Tournament! 】

The black letter was only the size of a palm, with golden patterns wrapped around it.

Chen Feng sat in front of the tea table in the quiet room, looking at this thing and frowning slightly.

"One disciple said that when he woke up in the morning, this thing appeared next to him."

"I took a look at the contents out of curiosity and quickly sent it to the martial arts school."

Cao Tong, who was wearing a loose sweatshirt, was a little surprised. The reason was the black handwriting in the letter.

[March 12th——Special invitation to the Red Country Flame Tiger Grandmaster! ]

[Location: King Nido's capital, Dragon's Nest Arena! ]

The words are few, but the purpose is self-evident.

Chen Feng saw that the handwriting was left there artificially, because he clearly sensed that there was a hint of truth hidden in it.

Roar! !

It sounded like the roar of a lion or a python.

Almost at the moment of contact, the true meaning of the Flame Tiger was released actively, as if fighting and biting it.

Even Cao Tong, who was standing aside, seemed to have sensed something. He clearly saw a palm-sized Sky Flame Red Tiger appear on the letter, fighting with two brown mad lions and a black python of the same size.

It seemed like a concentrated extreme intention, causing a buzzing sound in the quiet room and invisible air fluctuations to bloom.

Bang! !

But soon, in just two breaths, the mad lion was destroyed and the dragon and python exploded.

The so-called true meaning and spiritual light dissipated into nothingness, and everything returned to the original tranquility.

"Two people at the pinnacle?"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and could feel the power of the two true meanings just now, which must be at the ultimate level.

The reason why he was able to erase the traces he left behind so quickly was very simple.

The Sky Flame Red Tiger has his blessing, and its power is endless, while the trace left by the opponent is just a rootless duckweed.

Immediately, turn over the black letter.

He saw a hexagram mark engraved on one corner of the back.

"It's Xinggong's work."

Chen Feng spoke calmly and made a judgment.

When Zhou Wuren revealed this matter to him, he mentioned the power symbol of Xinggong.

The purple hexagram is the Star Palace’s proof of its unification to the outside world.

"Star Palace?"

Cao Tong on the side finally came back to his senses and his expression gradually became serious.

He thought of the strange old man who had died outside the martial arts gym, the leader of the Shenwu Alliance.

"Is it possible?"

"Ah."

Nodding, Chen Feng agreed to his guess.

When the leader of the Shenwu Alliance came to test him, he seemed dead, but he always guessed that the other party might not be his true self.

And this invitation letter. When the true meaning was triggered just now, he could also sense a familiar aura, which was most likely coming from the other party.

"It seems that he was just a clone back then."

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and took the black letter, not quite understanding what the leader of the Shenwu Alliance was thinking.

Is he trying to trap me, or is he really inviting me?
And there is the World Fighting Championship.

He had indeed never heard of it before, and he had many doubts in his mind.

As the thought flashed through his mind, he decided to find someone to find out.

But soon, several flying cars were seen descending outside the martial arts hall, creating a gust of air and causing quite a commotion.

I subconsciously scanned the area and saw several unfamiliar figures.

He was also accompanied by an acquaintance.

"Is this the martial arts gym of Master Yanhu?"

"That's right, Vice President Fang."

Chu Shihong walked out of the aircraft, wearing a black wool coat, his gray hair combed meticulously, and a smile on his face.

He is accompanied by several armed security guards behind him, and there is also a group of people visible on his left.

Most of them wear loose white gowns with the word "Yaoxing" on the left chest.

There are both men and women, young ones in their twenties, older ones in their thirties, and even middle-aged.

The leader was also an old man with gray hair, a thin face, and was wearing a black down jacket.

"Grandmaster Yanhu usually stays in the martial arts hall. Let's go and meet him."

Chu Shihong smiled and took the initiative to lead the way.

The old man at the side nodded and followed, and a group of seven or eight men and women behind him soon followed him into the martial arts hall.

Bang bang!

Someone was practicing boxing and hitting a sandbag on the first floor, making muffled sounds.

There are also people doing squats and bench presses near the fitness equipment to build muscle and body shape.

“Very energetic.”

The old man called Vice President Fang said with a smile, and then looked at the decoration inside the martial arts hall.

Simple and elegant, with red lines blooming like flames, carved on the wall.

The men and women accompanying him all glanced left and right. Some looked curious, while others looked calm and didn't care too much.

"Yanwu Hall is a big school in our Nanjiang, and it comes from the Tianyan Chihu School."

"There are quite a few young people, especially Grandmaster Yanhu, who is less than 24 years old. With him as a role model, they are naturally full of vigor and vitality."

Chu Shihong smiled and said a few words in response, and the other party nodded.

The other martial arts school disciples had already received instructions, and soon a core disciple led the way and greeted them to the second floor of the martial arts school. "It's quite arrogant."

Among the entourage, there was a young man who walked up the stairs and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

The two security guards behind Chu Shihong frowned and glanced at each other.

"Watch what I do?"

The young man was wearing black square-framed glasses. He was quite gentle and thin, with long hair and bangs covering his forehead. He looked a little disapproving.

"Fang Wen, stop talking."

A ponytailed woman who looked to be in her twenties or twenties standing beside the other party frowned and reminded him. Vice President Fang, who was walking in the front, also turned around and glanced at the young man.

"You are disrespectful. This is not Yungang."

The young man named Fang Wen nodded with an unidentifiable expression, then opened his mouth, lowered his head slightly and dared not say anything else.

Immediately, Vice President Fang shook his head and apologized to Chu Shihong.

"Councilor Chu, I'm sorry, I'm a little impatient and made you laugh."

"It's okay, we are all young people."

Chu Shihong withdrew his gaze, knowing that the other party was the nephew of Vice President Fang, so he didn't take it too seriously.

He shook his head and gave way to a step. The little episode did not cause much trouble, and the group walked up to the corridor on the second floor. They saw a young man in a loose sweatshirt standing at the door of the quiet room with his men.

"Councilor Chu, please."

Cao Tong gestured with his hand, and Chu Shihong nodded and followed, taking Vice President Fang into the quiet room.

Suddenly, I looked over.

In the quiet room with wooden floors, the young man in black clothes turned his back to the sunlight outside the window and made a few cups of tea, as if he was waiting for them.

Short hair and slanted eyebrows.

Strong and masculine facial features, calm eyes and raised brows.

hum!
In that instant, everyone's heart trembled.

There was obviously no intentional aura being emitted, but they all felt as if a peerless tiger was entrenched here, or as if a hero was sitting or standing still.

"Vice President Fang, please."

Chen Feng spoke calmly, and everyone came back to their senses.

Most of the people who were accompanying them were led by other disciples to the lounge next door to wait.

The two security guards subconsciously looked back at the young man named Fang who had spoken rashly before, and seeing his face change, they followed him obediently, and shook their heads secretly while looking at each other.

He is the second martial arts hero in the southern martial arts world after Yang Wudi, and is suspected to be a man of the highest level.

Even fifth-level cyborgs and mechanical weapons must be respected, not to mention just an ordinary person.

In response to this, the latter's expression changed and became much more restrained, and it was unknown whether he understood.

Instead, Chu Shihong took the initiative to bring Vice President Fang to the tea table in the quiet room, smiled and introduced them to each other.

"This is Master Yanhu, our Nanjiang City's joint council member, Councillor Chen Feng."

"How is it, Vice President Fang?"

"Seeing once is believing. His aura is awe-inspiring and boundless. He is indeed worthy of being the number one martial artist in the south."

The old man called Vice President Fang took the opportunity to praise a few words on the steps, shook hands actively, and even directly compared Yang Wudi to himself.

Chen Feng looked at the other person deeply and could feel the kindness he wanted to release, as well as the hidden and restrained majesty of a superior.

He had previously gotten to know the other party through Chu Shihong.

His name is Fang Mochuan. He is one of the three vice-presidents of Yaoxing Academy and is well-known in Feng Province and several surrounding provinces.

He also worked at Chidu Academy, has a lot of connections, and must be friends with Speaker Li.

"I am here to disturb you this time because Yaoxing Academy is planning to open a branch in Nanjiang, and I will be responsible for supervising it."

"Secondly, I would like to trouble Master Chen to help us complete some research projects on martial arts."

The group exchanged simple pleasantries for a moment, and then Vice President Fang came straight to the point and stated his intention.

Chen Feng was not surprised, but still somewhat surprised by his sincere attitude.

Looking over there, I saw a suitcase opened with two metal bottles of liquid inside.

The whole body is emerald green, with tiny spots of light flickering in it, making it look full of vitality.

"These are two advanced life potions, and they are also the research rewards that I entrusted Councillor Chu to pass on."

Vice President Fang has a thin face and graying hair and eyebrows, but he speaks calmly and steadily.

"I hope Master Chen will not mind our intrusive visit. Please bear with me in the future research topics."

He said he wanted to pay the fee in advance, and Chen Feng was silent for a moment.

Nowadays, although the effect of advanced life potion is not as good as before, it is better to have it than not, and it can still promote the improvement of the Holy Flame Awakening Method.

However, there is a premise for all this.

"I am happy to contribute my strength to the martial arts of the Red Nation. However, I don't like special experiments that involve my own principles too much."

Chen Feng decided to make the rules clear in advance.

He can help collect some data on physical fitness and strength performance.

However, special research such as collecting one's own blood will not be allowed.

After all, he also knew something about the technology of biological modification. He could not guarantee that after his blood was collected, some kind of genetic medicine would be developed based on it, or even some special targeted means.

"It's natural."

Vice President Fang did not refute, but smiled and nodded, taking the opportunity to discuss the specific details of the research with him.

Everything was within Chen Feng's acceptable range, and was similar to what he had said at the beginning. He only collected some comparative performance data for the realm beyond the Grandmaster level.

The discussion between the two went smoothly and the atmosphere was harmonious. Chen Feng asked at the right time to express his curiosity.

"Vice President Fang."

"I wonder what's so special about the new martial arts mentioned by the Northern Saint Sect that it has caused all your universities to set up research projects on it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Shihong's eyes moved slightly, and Cao Tong, who stayed to add tea, also pricked up his ears.

(End of this chapter)