Supreme Medicinal God

In the status of Master Mingyue, no one dared to prevent him from leaving, let alone ask him why he did not come to the game and left in a hurry.

Chongxu Dao was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He also hoped that Ye Feng and Master Mingyue could fight you to death. It would be better if they were both crippled and let themselves pick up a bargain. Who knew Master Mingyue left without a word.

Chongxu Dao was disappointed wholeheartedly. This old monk is really sick. Even if you can't beat him, you can consume his physical strength. I'm so mad.

He reproachfully said to Master Zen Kong: "What's going on with you, Teacher?? He's been closed for a long time. Is there something wrong with his brain? He ran to the field and stood face to face for two minutes, and he was defeated without a fight."

Master Zhikong is also very depressed. For those prizes, he invited his uncle to come to participate in the ancient martial arts competition.

He did not regard Ye Feng as a strong opponent. He only regarded Mr. Mo Da as a strong enemy. He thought that Mr. Mo Da's attention would not be too scared.

I didn't expect the Supreme to have a lot of drama on the finals.

Inconspicuous, Ye Feng, who participated in the ancient martial arts competition for the first time, has always occupied the dominant position.

What distressed him most was that Uncle Shi and Ye Feng stood face to face for a while, and left without a word.

He sighed helplessly: "Amitabha, Master Uncle doesn't do it, naturally there is a reason why he doesn't do it. I can't comment on the monk."

"You are the master of Xuankong Temple, although he is your uncle, forget it..."

Master Mingyue is the uncle of Master Zhikong Zen. If he is dissatisfied with Chongxu Dao, he dare not say more, he can only hold his breath in his stomach.

Elder Lu went on to announce: "Master Xuankong Temple Mingyue left midway, regarded as abstaining, confessing defeat, the last challenger to the virtual Dao Dao."

Chongxu Dao seems to hesitate a bit, Master Zhikong smiled lightly: "Chongxu Dao, you think that compared with Mr. Mo Da and Yue Zhuoqun, which one is better than them?"

Chongxu Dao glanced at Master Zhikong Zen, and knew what Master Zhikong meant. Mr. Mo Da and Yue Zhuoqun were defeated by Ye Feng. Can you win?

Chongxu Dao said bitterly: "Even if I can't play again, I won't retire. I can lose, but I can't counsel."

When he said this, he said it deliberately loudly, so that both Du Zhong and Master Zen Kong could hear it, and also gave them a glance, obviously speaking to them both.

Master Chi Kong blushed old, his hands were together, and he secretly complained. I knew that Uncle was defeated without a fight. Even if I fight this old bone, I will play it together. I wasted a chance. Fortunately, I only took one. It is a pity that a pagoda bead, but the incense willingness to introduce the millennium in the bead.

Du Zhong knew that Chongxu Dao was accusing Sang and cursing Huai. He ignored him and pretended to turn a blind eye. He cursed in his heart. You know a fart. This is not counseling. This is self-knowledge.

Chongxu Dao strode meteorically towards the arena, with a smirk on his face: "Sect Master Ye, it's finally my turn. I'm really happy for Sect Master Ye. I won the two games without a fight, so good luck."

Ye Feng knew that Chongxu Daochang was congratulating him on the surface, and he must have scolded him to death.

Facing a sinister villain like Chongxu Dao, Ye Feng didn't want to speak, his wrists flicked, and the crystal-clear flying sword appeared in his hand, his expression coldly said: "Don't be wordy, come out with the sword."

There was a trace of anger in Chongxu Dao's long eyes, and he didn't give any affection, so I will fight with you today.

Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhong smiled at each other with a relaxed expression. At this time in the Ancient Wu Competition, there seemed to be no suspense. The cultivation practice of the Chong Xu Dao Dao was not high among the five denominations, only the innate mid-term, even the innate peak. I can't beat Ye Feng, and I've lost two grades in my imagination. How can I win?

By this time, at the top of Huashan Mountain, apart from the disciples of Shangqingmen and the disciples of Yihua Palace, they were still watching the ancient martial arts games with concentration and expression. Other sectarian disciples had already inferred the results.

A game without suspense loses its charm.

Chongxu Daochang pulled out the long sword on his shoulder, and a fuchsia sword awn shook everyone's eyes. This sword was very similar to Yue Zhuoqun's purple handle, and a purple vitality stone was also embedded in the sword handle. .

But this sword is one hundred and eighty miles away from that purple electric sword, because the body of this sword is only carved with neat blood, and there is no engraving method. This vitality stone seems to be Really used for decoration.

Ye Feng shook his head sadly, but did not press into the formation, wasting a thousand years of cold iron and star pattern steel.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's destiny eyes sensed a strange energy. That energy did not come from the sword body, but from the hilt.

A beast head is carved on the hilt, like a tiger's head, open teeth and claws, fierce and fierce. Some swordsmiths will engrave the beast head on the hilt to enhance the effect, showing the sword's mighty domineering.

However, this beast-headed tiger's head is not a decorative object, but a powerful spiritual force. The seal is in it. It is more like a totem, a seal.

Ye Feng's destiny eyes can only see the powerful spiritual power contained in the beast's head, what is the specific, I am afraid that only the head of Chongxu Dao will know.

Chongxu Dao is obviously prepared. It is no wonder that if he knows he is invincible, he also has to play. It is probably related to the purple sword in his hand.

Whatever sword you are holding, I will destroy your long sword first to see what you are fighting with me.

Ye Feng raised the flying sword in his hand, the sword light soared, cut through the sky, and the sword pierced toward the long chest of Chongxu Dao.

Seeing Ye Feng coming fiercely and unstoppably, he changed his face and dared not resist it. Instead, he stepped on a seven-star step and hurriedly flashed past, with words in his mouth, and his fingers flicked.

A purple light flashed, not a sword light, but a little cat with bright red hair beside Chongxu Daochang.

The fiery red kitten appeared in the air, causing the female disciples of Yihuagong to cry repeatedly.

"Cute kitten, is it a raccoon cat?"

"It looks like a raccoon cat, if it doesn't breathe fire, it's still very cute."

"I seem to want such a raccoon cat."

However, when the breeze blew, the little cat with bright red hair on his body actually grew on the wind. Under the eyes of everyone, he quickly grew into a behemoth, a big tiger with a height of one person.

Ye Feng couldn't help but breathe his breath. Where is this raccoon cat? It is a fierce beast with flames as bright as red flames, double pupils as electricity, and open teeth and claws.

With the head of the tiger soaring away from the Yanhu, the eyes glanced majesticly with awe-inspiring eyes. The double pupils shimmered with a faint red awn. The peak of the Huashan Mountain was suddenly silent, especially the low-level Xuan-level disciples, but the atmosphere did not dare.

(End of this chapter)