Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng's first challenger is the one who wants to snatch the inheritance of his naive man, and is also the one who can manipulate the lottery.

With his eyes closed, Ye Feng can guess. He is the organizer of this ancient martial arts competition, Yue Zhuoqun.

Yue Zhuoqun walked over in shame, with a long sword with a sheath on his shoulders and a simple and old sword sheath. He could only see that the handle was worn strangely bald, obviously an ancient sword.

Outside the arena, Chongxu Dao and Zen Master Zen stared dullly at the arena.

Chongxu Dao whispered to Master Zhi Kong, said: "Yue Zhuoqun is too shameless, and he has done too obvious. He became the first person to challenge Ye Feng. The one united pill and the five heavenly pill are all to be punished. He snatched it."

"Amitabha, even if he defeated Ye Feng and became the lord, he only offset his bet. He didn't get anything. Don't care too much. And Fang Cunshan ranked third, Yue Zhuoqun just took the lord. You must accept the challenge of Mr. Mo Da. I am afraid that the position of the Lord has not been overheated, you will have to give in. The Shangqing Gate and Xuankong Temple are at the end, but there are more opportunities."

Chongxu Daochang felt that Ye Feng's united pill was his own. He said with no expression: "Mr. Mo Da is unfathomable. Are you sure you can grab his united pill?"

Master Zhikong said nothing, and declared the Buddha number: "Amitabha, everything in the world is fate. Whether the united Dan is our Xuankong Temple, it depends on the deepness and shallowness."

Master Bai Kong Zhikong glanced away, said nothing in his mouth, and murmured secretly in his heart. The monk knew the chanting. No wonder Xuankong Temple has gradually declined in recent years.

It's so hateful, let the old bastards of Yue Zhuoqun get ahead first, and the next ancient martial arts competition should also let us go to the Qing Gate to preside.

With the exception of Du Zhong and Mr. Mo Da, all three of Yue Zhuoqun thought that they would challenge Ye Feng first and snatch Ye Feng's prize.

Seeing Yue Zhuoqun's first challenge to Ye Feng, the expressions of Du Zhong and Mr. Mo Da are diametrically opposite to Chong Xu Dao Chang, they looked at each other, laughing without words.

Yue Zhuoqun took pains to think about the first challenge to Ye Feng, and thought that he had the top spot. I am afraid he would not be able to steal the chicken.

Yue Zhuoqun looked at Ye Feng with a smile: "Ye Sect Master, I am the first to challenge you. Although we are friends, I must do my best for the competitive spirit. Wait a while. If I hurt you, don't blame me. "

"Hahaha, Lord Sect Yue, you are wrong."

"Oh, what am I saying wrong?"

"You are wrong about two things. First, we are not friends. Second, you can't hurt me, and I want to say this. If I hurt you, you don't care if you blame me."

"Boy, what you hate most is your mouth, because you talk nonsense, you are dead today."

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes became fierce. From the moment he met Ye Feng and knew that he had inherited the innocence, he hated Ye Feng.

In addition, the Xuan-level group competition and the prefecture-level group game all bet on losing to Ye Feng, just like the knife with a handle has been cutting his heart. In the past few days, he has had trouble sleeping and eating. , Eat its meat.

And now, I can finally do it myself, there is no official to restrain, no one else can say irresponsible, in the competition, Ye Feng can be justified and killed.

Locally, the long sword behind Yue Zhuoqun flew out automatically and fell into his own hands.

Yue Zhuoqun revealed a flying sword in his hand, which attracted the disciples around Taiyimen to utter a deafening cheer.

Three fingers wide

"Sovereign majesty."

"The Sect Master has become a flying sword, it's amazing."

"The Sect Master is so imposing, you can definitely challenge success."

"Sovereign cheer."

Amidst the cheers of all the disciples, Yue Zhuoqun looked proud, and said to Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, what about your weapons? I haven't seen you use weapons. Is there no handy weapon?"

Ye Feng showed a disdainful look, flying the sword out of her sheath in front of her Qiqi Yujian, an entry-level skill.

After showing such a hand, he was complacent. Yue Zhuoqun was too superficial. No wonder all the disciples under his door had nothing real to learn, and their reputation was not as high as Cunshan.

She scoffed at Yue Zhuoqun's flying sword, but the ancient sword in his hand attracted Ye Feng's attention. It was indeed a good sword.

The sword of the ancient sword is obviously pressed into a certain formation, the texture is complex, but the structure is clear, and there is a suffocating breath of Xiao killing.

When the sheath came out, there was a cold air, and the sound was powerful. Without looking at the material, I knew that Wannian cold iron was forged with star-shaped steel.

In particular, the hilt of the hand pattern has been worn off, and the end is also inlaid with a purple vitality stone, exuding a dim purple light.

Most of the vitality stones are divided into red, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The red, orange, yellow and green are the lower grades, the blue, blue and purple are the middle grades, and the white jade-shaped vitality stones are the top grades.

The purple vitality stone, although not as good as the top grade vitality stone, is also the best among the middle grades.

Generally, the ancient martial arts practitioners used the spiritual energy in the primal energy stone to practice it. For the first time, they were embedded in the sword blade. The person who forged this sword was too rich, and the vitality stone was too much to use. In the weapon.

Seeing Ye Feng staring at his ancient sword, Yue Zhuoqun was more proud: "I am good at this sword, remember, it is called Zidian, and it is not shameful for you to lose to it. This is our treasure in Taiyimen Town. "

Ye Feng twisted his wrist lightly and Feijian slipped into the palm of his sleeve. He smiled faintly: "I don't have a sword, but I don't get a sword easily, and the sword will be stained with blood. I didn't want to get a sword wound. People, but in order to respect your purple electricity, let me make a sword."

Yue Zhuoqun was trembling with anger, this kid actually ignored me, the sword was made to respect the purple electricity in my hand, it was really annoying.

"Boy, you are too arrogant, and since this is the case, don't blame Zidian for being merciless."

A touch of sword light shot at Ye Feng's chest. The sword, as the name suggests, was as fast as a purple lightning, and it reached him in the blink of an eye.

This sword is really a bit imposing, not disappointing, not humiliating its name, but unfortunately it has the wrong owner.

Ye Feng is very confident. Since Penglai Island, after burning and burning, reborn, his sense of personality has surpassed that of ordinary people.

Especially after entering the realm of human medical knowledge, there is one more eyebrow in the center of the eyebrows. There is nothing in the world to hide everything, and any small changes in things can be seen.

A thousand miles, not so much as watching, but rather feeling, that mysterious consciousness can give him insight into all the real changes hidden in superficial phenomena.

When the Purple Electric Sword came, the world seemed to freeze in front of him.

Ye Feng saw Yue Zhuoqun's eyes full of cunning eyes, and the purple vitality stone in the handle of the purple electric sword suddenly lit up, like the dazzling purple lightning in the night.

(End of this chapter)