Supreme Medicinal God

Yue Zhuoqun was a little nervous. When grouping, Elder Lu deliberately separated Wu Xin and Jiang Yixue. No matter how they looked, Jiang Yixue suffered a little from Wu Xin.

Therefore, Yue Zhuoqun was afraid that Ye Feng would raise objections, but Ye Feng quickly agreed to the grouping list and smiled: "No opinion, so the grouping is fair."

Seeing Ye Feng agree to the grouping list, Yue Zhuoqun was quite relieved, and he sneered secretly in his heart, but this was your own consent. When your disciples suffer, you will have no choice.

Yue Zhuoqun continued to announce: "Since everyone has no opinion on this grouping, please invite the first group of players to enter the ring to start the competition."

Knowing his opponent, monk Wu Xin glanced at Jiang Yixue, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes. He strode back to the team.

A thin-eyed monk quietly said to Wu Xin, "Brother, you have to fight that chick."

Wu Xin spoke buzzingly, with a disdainful expression: "Yeah, seeing how weak she can't help the wind, I'm really afraid that I will drop the magic pestle and kill her."

The thin monk smiled bitterly: "Brother Wuxin, don't underestimate that woman. She is Ye Feng's favorite girlfriend, that is, Ye Feng abolished Brother Mingxin's cultivation behavior."

The monk Wu Xin burst into anger and clenched his fists: "It turns out that she is the boyfriend's girlfriend, so good, I'm worried that I can't get revenge. Her boyfriend abandoned my brother, and I asked him Revenge from a friend, Amitabha, just reportedly returned."

Luo Feng and his disciple Zhao Yuqiang kicked off the second round of the competition.

Luo Feng was wearing a SWAT uniform. He held his anti-riot shield in his left hand, and a swing stick in his right hand. He stepped on black leather boots, and majestic majesty stepped onto the ring.

He appeared in the costume of a riot police, giving people a different view, and immediately applause beneath the ring.

In addition to Nie Qingwu's cheering for him, they even won applause from the female disciples at the Yihua Palace.

"He's so handsome, handsome guy, come on, I'm optimistic about you."

"He is the most majestic policeman I have ever seen. Don't disappoint us girls."

Coincidentally, his opponent, Zhao Yuqiang, seemed to be cooperating with him, acting as a policeman to catch thieves, and dressed like that, he looked like a rogue.

Zhao Yuqiang dyed his yellow hair, wearing a silver earring in his left ear, holding a nunchaku in his hand, and squinted Luo Feng proudly.

The disciples of Taiyimen are relatively mixed. Except for cultivating in the mountains, they do not restrict their behavior. Zhao Yuqiang is still a fool in society.

He hated the police in his heart, and when he saw Luo Feng, there was an invisible pressure.

"This is Guwu Dabi, not your police station, who are you wearing this one for?"

Luo Feng has rich experience in catching thieves, and his eyes are like electricity. He can see at a glance that Zhao Yuqiang doesn't do any good deeds at ordinary times.

"What's the matter, you hate me, and as soon as I look at your kid, I know that you are antisocial and tell me that you have made some mistakes recently, so don't play tricks and give me real help."

I don't know why, under Luo Feng's majestic momentum and sharp eyes, Zhao Yuqiang's eyes became flinching: "Who are you, here in the ancient martial arts competition, you don't want to come to this set."

Luo Feng's eyes glared and his voice was extremely majestic: "Frankly lenient, resist strictness, and tell the truth, what crime have you committed?"

Zhao Yuqiang was once caught by the police, and the shadow was still in his heart. In the face of Luo Feng's pressure, he could not help but shivered, really confessed.

"Me, I didn't do anything bad, just stolen a wallet on the bus yesterday... Bah, you really treated yourself as a policeman. When I tried to beat you down, you would be honest. "

Halfway through the confession, Zhao Yuqiang suddenly realized that he came to compete with him. He was not questioned by him. How could he really be bluffed.

Zhao Yuqiang gritted his teeth, nunchaku danced into a phantom, set off a frantic airflow, and smashed his head towards Luo Feng.

Although Zhao Yuqiang lost his momentum to Luo Feng, his skill was almost the same.

Seeing that the nunchakus were coming quickly, Luo Feng quickly raised his hands and raised his tall anti-riot shield, when he caught the nunchakus.

The nunchaku hit the shield, making a thud sound, densely like hail.

With an angry shot, Zhao Yuqiang tried his best with every stick, and his strength was like a sea of ​​anger, smashing the anti-riot shield like a piling, and he fell inch by inch.

The anti-riot shield appears to be made of special materials. Under the shadow of the frantic stick, there is no crack, and Luo Feng is completely protected.

The ancient warriors outside the ring were expecting a competition of considerable strength, but they saw Luo Feng, shrunk like a turtle behind the riot shield, were beaten with no resilience, and couldn't help being disappointed.

The disciples of Taiyimen laughed and said: "This is a master of the Xuan-level group, it is not to be better than the quality of your shield. You always use a shield to block it."

"Looking at a man-like dog, but counseling nothing."

The female disciples in Yihuagong worried about Luo Feng, and even Lan Ling'er was slightly frowning: "Why didn't you fight back? It's really frightening. Sister Qingwu doesn't do much."

Jiang Yuxin didn't care at all: "This is a game, no one stipulates that the game should be played well, as long as he doesn't get beaten in the ring."

Zhao Yuqiang was anxious than anyone else. Although his nunchaku smashed like a storm, he could not break the anti-riot shield and hurt Luo Feng.

The Taiyimen disciples outside the ring suggested to him: "Beating him to the edge of the ring and beating him down."

In a word, Zhao Yuqiang reminded him that he exerted the strength of feeding and wanted to knock Luo Feng down the ring.

The time passed in one minute and one second, and the energy was also consumed a little.

The sound of the nunchaku smashing the shield seemed to be much quieter. Zhao Yuqiang's forehead oozed sweat, and he had been working hard since he took the stage. After five minutes, he had consumed most of his energy.

Luo Feng hiding behind the shield showed a sly smile.

He shook his wrist and threw the stick out, and then the shield was lifted, knocking the nunchaku, and the stick was quickly thrust into Zhao Yuqiang's heart.

No cumbersome moves, no majestic momentum, just a stab at a rapid pace, like a stroke of the gods, as fast as lightning.

The sling stick has a round head and no sharp blade. If ordinary people do this, even if they hit the opponent, they will not cause much damage.

But Luo Feng is a master of Xuan-level peak, but the strong internal force of Xuan-level peak is merged on the tip of the stick.

What's more, this thorn is on the chest, where the body's defense is weakest.

(End of this chapter)