Supreme Medicinal God

At the beginning of the third round of the ancient Wubi Xuan class competition, Luo Feng of the official team played against Liu Zhi of Taiyimen and Ge Ming of Fang Cunshan against Zhou Taiyin of Taiyimen.

Du Zhong laughed at Yue Zhuoqun with a smile: "Master Yue, both disciples have your disciples. If they are both victorious, they can only have one player in the finals with the same siblings. Which one will you make into the final?"

Yue Zhuoqun had originally set up procedures to allow a disciple to enter the finals directly, and let the finals take place between two Taiyimen disciples. It doesn’t matter who wins the championship.

He said lightly: "It doesn't matter, anyone can make it to the final."

Ye Feng interjected: "It really doesn't matter, no matter who makes it to the final, Jiang Yixue will be the first."

Yue Zhuoqun wanted to argue a few words, but made a wedding dress for others and made Jiang Yixue directly into the final. He was annoyed and had no mood to argue with Ye Feng.

Luo Feng and Liu Zhi boarded the No. 1 ring.

This is already the third time Luo Feng has climbed the Xuan-level group to compete in the Wu ring. Each time he wins, it brings him different feelings, and his confidence is getting more and more full.

He cast a confident smile on Nie Qingwu outside the ring.

Nie Qingwu quietly saluted a salute, her eyes very tenderly: "Good, serious game, I wish you another journey."

Luo Feng did not wear anti-riot uniforms this time. Instead, he wore a light blue soft armor, shoulder-shaped shoulder guards, knee pads, and fangs. He was terrified. He wore an ancient knight on his head. Horn helmet.

The anti-riot shield on the left hand was replaced by a simple copper shield in the shape of a round disc with a lifelike bull head carved in the middle.

In his right hand, he took a delicate, crescent-shaped half-moon scimitar, and a ray of sunlight shone on the blade, radiating a cold light, and slowly walked along the blade until the tip of the blade disappeared.

The swords and shields struck each other, making a pleasing clang, and a sullen air radiated from him.

It seemed that he was like an ancient knight through time and space.

Many people in the ring began to discuss him.

"Is this kid here for a fashion show, how to change clothes once in a row, it's too fucking a mess."

"It's really uncomfortable, no wonder the official has no one else?"

The voice of appreciation came from the Yihua Palace.

"I hope he wins this game, and he can look at him a few more times."

"His shape is so cool, like a dragon knight."

Even the official boss, Du Zhong, could not help but chuckle: "This kid, what is he doing, changing clothes, changing weapons, where is the competition, the live show, but this kid is really handsome. Oh."

Ye Feng heard from Du Zhong's tone that he admired Luo Feng and smiled: "Brother Du, Officer Luo's weapon looks a bit harsh, right?"

Du Zhong's face was filled with a proud smile: "Of course, the Bullhead Shield and the Half Moon Sword are the weapons that I personally picked for him. Although they are not as good as your flying sword, they are also a treasure."

When Du Zhong said that Luo Feng was holding treasures, Ye Feng suddenly realized that he felt that the Niu Tuodun and the Half Moon Sword exuded a faint glow of light.

It turned out to be a kind of treasure. Although the treasure was not as good as the Star Staff of the Heavenly Maiden, nor its own flying sword, it was much stronger than the ordinary magic weapon.

Liu Zhi held a three-leaf dart in his hand, and the sharp blade gleamed in the sun. This glory reflected in his eyes, and there was an uncomfortable chill.

Liu Zhi looked at Luo Feng with a contemptuous sneer: "Little white face, are you here to act?"

Luo Feng was handsome and fair-skinned, but he was an active policeman. He hated others for calling him a little white face, and he got angry.

He saw that Liu Zhi's face was a little dark, and he chuckled: "Little black face, I came to compete, didn't you see it?"

"Yo, it’s not bad. In the last round, you defeated my brother Zhao Yuqiang, but you did it by opportunistic tricks, pretended to be beaten and then attacked, not at all glorious. The last round was your good luck. When you meet me this round, you are not so lucky."

Dang, Dang, the sword and the shield intersect, making a pleasant crash, Luo Feng sneered: "I didn't rely on luck, but on strength, since ancient soldiers have not been deceitful. Your master does not teach you to practice but also uses the brain, not just to strengthen the body. That’s all. Are your Taiyimen all pigs with well-developed limbs and simple brains?"

"Bah, you fucking pighead."

You talked to me on both sides, the conversation was hot, and if you didn't agree, you started.

Swish, two three-leaf darts shot at Luo Feng at about two points. Luo Feng gently raised the bull's head shield, when, when, blocked the two three-leaf darts.

However, the two three-leaf darts did not drop the ring, but after touching the shield, they swayed outwards and twirled back to Liu Zhi.

Luo Feng felt that the strength of the three-leaf dart hitting the shield was very light. Obviously, the two three-leaf darts were just throwing stones to ask for directions. This Liu Zhi was a little more cunning than the pig head in the previous round.

Luo Feng's handsome face had a more mocking smile on his face, and he rushed towards Liu Zhi. The scimitar in his hand made an arc, like a lightning bolt, and cut it into Liu Zhi's chest.

Liu Zhi is like a flexible rabbit, with an exaggerated body leaning back, the half-moon scimitar slips over the tip of his nose, the half-moon scimitar is too close to his nose, he can even feel the half-moon scimitar, the sharp blade Chill out from above.

Swish swish...

Standing opposite Luo Feng, Liu Zhi seemed to have flaws all over his body, without any protection, only his hands kept flying in the air.

One by one three-leaf darts flew into the air, just like throwing indiscriminately, none of them aimed at Luo Feng.

However, each dart is colorful and floats in the air like a maiden's scattered flowers, and the final shooting point of each dart has only one target.

A trace of vigilance flashed in Luo Feng's eyes, feeling that this was a trap. Instead of chasing Liu Zhi, he resolutely closed his knife and retreated, raising his bull shield.

This is exactly what Luo Feng is clever. The three-leaf darts are cluttered on the surface. In fact, there is a hidden danger. If Luo Feng continues to pursue Liu Zhi, then these three-leaf darts will be from front to back, left and right, four directions Fuck Luo Feng, at that time, he could not dodge.

Luo Feng's alert rescued himself. He chose to retreat. The three-leaf dart in the air, like a locust, buzzed and all blasted over.

Half-moon scimitar danced into a moonlight curtain, shooting down the three-leaf darts one by one, and the bullhead shield also blocked more than ten darts. The darts hit the shield like hail, and the sound of the boom was constant.

For a time, the ring of thunder suddenly dropped like colorful rain on the ring. Luo Feng simply counted, and there were more than thirty three-leaf darts.

How many three-leaf darts did Liu Zhi carry?

Luo Feng observes Liu Zhi carefully, and feels that the three-leaf dart has a small form. It is estimated that he will carry more than one hundred on his body.

(End of this chapter)