The day before, a person swept across the top-notch area with a strange posture.

That night, this person watched the astrological signs at night and occasionally had an epiphany.

The next day, he swept across all the Grandmaster (Arthur-level) strong men in an invincible manner, and no one can beat them.

Once upon a time, the World Martial Arts Conference became a one-person martial arts conference.

The name of Wood Wind resounds throughout the world.

He has successively broken the precedents of the World Martial Arts Conference and became the first person in history.

It is unprecedented and no one comes after that.

"Mu Feng, this guy, knows that eating alone and showing off by himself, can't give me a chance to show off?"

Some people complained while sucking their teeth, but the corners of their mouths were laughing, which was very relieved.

"Haha, Brother Mu Feng has a nigger with lightning all the way, and is shocking, and we are a role model."

Wang Xiaocong sighed sincerely.

"Brother Mu Feng, it's so awesome."

Wang Xiaoyu was ashamed and looked at her with little stars, becoming Lin Feng's loyal fan.

Qiuji and Miss Jiu knew Lin Feng's strength, but they couldn't help but sigh: "This guy is destined to be the ceiling of the younger generation."

Miss Jiu couldn't help but smile and said, "It's the ceiling, the idol, and the object of transcendence.

My dear Lord, do you think he will create an era that challenges Mu Feng?”

“I don’t know this.

All I know is that I feel good when I see Char's gloomy old face.

Ha ha."

He laughed at himself.

Watching stand.

The leader of the eight sects of Hidden Sect looked at Lin Feng and smiled and nodded: "This son's future is limitless."

"What kind of sect is Xuantian Sect that can cultivate such excellent young talents?

If you have the chance, you will definitely visit us.”

Another old man smiled.

An old man from Taoist sect looked at Zhaoyan and said with a smile: "Yan'er, what do you think of this son?"

Zangyan said, "Why did Master have this question?"

"Haha, among the younger generation, this is probably the only one who deserves you."

The Taoist old man smiled.

Zhao Yan rolled his eyes and said in silence, "There is another person who has not come, but he is not necessarily weaker than him."

"What you are talking about is Lin Xuan, Northwest?

That kid is indeed good, but compared to the Mu Feng in front of him, he is probably a little bit worse."

The Taoist old man said.

"I'm more optimistic about Lin Xuan."

The way to hide the Yan.

——"Damn it, it's so damn!"

Charle's face was as gloomy as water, and his nose was so angry that it was smoking, and he cursed.

"Mr. Director, we are almost wiped out, and Arthur's class is the case again. How should we explain to the higher authorities?"

A western man asked in a low voice.

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

Char said angrily, a gloomy flashing in his eyes, "All under the god level are ants.

As long as we win a great victory in the God-level battlefield, nothing is worth worrying about.”

"As far as I know, the Eastern World finally gathered three god-level venerables, but one of them escaped and disappeared without a trace. Only one person was missing.

In the God-level battlefield, we have won a game without fighting.”

Chardau.

"What Mu Feng, the first person in history, met three angel-level adults and slapped them into pieces."

A Western man flattered.

As night falls, a guest is welcomed by Hilton Hotel.

This man is nine feet tall, wearing a light ink blue shirt and carrying a long sword. He looks unremarkable, but he has a Confucian style, which invisibly gives people a sense of oppression, and looks very human at first glance.

"I'll inform you, an old friend is visiting you."

The man in blue spoke, and his words seemed to have a magical power that made people unable to resist.

Soon, Miss Nine appeared.

When she saw the man in blue, her body trembled, and her face immediately showed a look of awe. She looked at the man with a kind of admiration.

She quickly stepped forward and saluted the man in blue, with a very respectful tone: "I've seen an adult."

The man in blue nodded, "Lead the way."

"Please, sir."

Miss Nine brought the man in green to the presidential suite.

"Sir, Lord Qinglong is here."

He is no one else, he is the patron saint of China and the legendary Qinglong.

I asked myself to stand up and greet me, "Here you come."

"I heard about the battle situation, but it's okay."

Qinglong spoke simple and straightforwardly, with an expressionless face.

Qiu Ji glanced at him, shook his head and smiled, and said, "What does it mean?

At present, our Eastern camp has a far ahead of the points, which has opened up a considerable gap.

This is much better than previous years.”

"The advantage of points now does not mean the final victory."

Qinglong said: "God-level battle is the key."

He asked again: "Is there any trace of the Tianlang?"

Qiu Ji shook his head with a serious expression and said, "We mobilized a large number of forces to investigate, but we could not find any clues."

Qinglong said: "In other words, the god-level battle has already lost a game before it even started.

Then these two games tomorrow will not be missed."

"Brother, don't be so pessimistic."

He patted Qinglong on the shoulder and said, "Although Tianlang is unknown, there is still one person who can fight for him."

"who?"

"Keep confidential for the time being."

"Keep it secretly to me, too?"

"This is the second surprise."

"All right."

Qinglong shook his head helplessly and said, "I got the news that the Western Alliance is brewing a terrible huge conspiracy, and I suspect it is related to the recovery of the Western Temple."

"No. 2 has learned about this matter and has sent someone to investigate it secretly."

Seek yourself and be serious.

Qinglong said: "During this period, I have wandered around the Western world and searched secretly. Although I didn't find anything, I felt something strange and had a vague feeling that the world might change."

"change of weather?"

I frowned, "How do you say this?"

"Western temples have successively recovered, descended will, cultivated heirs, and many relics have appeared in the world, which may be a big secret."

Qinglong Road.

"really?"

He frowned and asked.
To be continued...