Chapter 62 Nangong Immormless

"Henjibanqiao Frost."

The mountains are cold. Although it is still September, there is already a thin frost on Lion Mountain. The white fog and light frost make this scenic spot like a fairyland. The white fog seems to be magical, changing with the cool mountain wind.

This is like people's mood, constantly rising and falling with the duel of the four martial arts institutes. By this time, people had gathered under the wide platform to prepare for today's test. The bustling crowd scrambled to discuss yesterday's competition and looked forward to today's highlights. The chill brought by a rain last night made people put on thick jackets. Although the weather is still gloomy today, it has not eased people's enthusiasm for watching the test at all. Because people know that there will be a real battle today.

Gambling.

Countless people gathered around a clean highland and scrambled to buy the bet they pressed. Discuss with each other about the martial arts court that may win today. People in Xuanhuang mainland are easy to gamble and lively. This has become a nature of this nation. A thick little slumsy three is shouting in the crowd.

"I bought it, I bought it, Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy bought one and lost ten. Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy was the winner of the last session and has absolute strength..."

"Buy one in Xiling Martial Arts Academy and compensate two."

Han Feng had seen a few big words written on the billboard from afar and said to himself that people seemed to have no confidence in Qingcheng

This is the unparalleled city, which should be said to be the home of Xiling Martial Arts Academy. They have a huge force here.

Murong Ruxue walking next to him said, "These people are all forces of Xiling Martial Arts Academy. In this way, they increase their influence and profit. Xiling Martial Arts Academy is used to being arrogant here, and some people hope that someone can teach them some lessons. It's just that their power here is so great that people are afraid of revenge and dare not say anything. Han Feng looked carefully, and sure enough, someone looked at those angry eyes with disgust. In my heart, these forces, which dominate one side, are the local emperors of a place, and even the officials dare not interfere. If the Xuanhuang Dynasty wants to have a smooth decree, it must first control these giants. He didn't know that today's thought contributed to his huge decision in the future, which set off a huge wave in the Xuanhuang Dynasty, but this is a later story.

At this time, the disciples of Qingcheng walked on a huge high platform under the leadership of the deputy director Xi Zhong. They were surprised to find that the three martial arts institutes had arrived. It seems that people have a strong interest in today's test.

Xi Zhong hugged his fist and laughed and said, "It's really early, and there are even more early pedestrians. It's up to you for a long time." When the Buddha horn sounded, Master Baiyun said, "I just arrived." Dongfang carefully has changed into a black dress, which is more white, but her face is still covered with a black veil. She sat on a black sandalwood chair and smiled, "I'd like to see how that shameless guy humiliated Qingcheng Martial Arts..."

Han Feng sighed in his heart and came to me again. I was offended by this aunt... Suddenly, I felt strange. When I turned my head, I saw Murong Ruxue smiling meaningfully at him. A small voice that only he could hear came. Isn't the oriental director beautiful? Han Feng shook his head with a wry smile, indicating that he didn't know. Murong Ruxue said, "Did you know each other before? This oriental master seems to like you very much!" The voice sounded sour, and Han Feng did not dare to speak. He was shocked. The woman's intuition was really terrible. Hey, is that jade flute particularly good? You must keep it well. That's someone else's heart..."

"Why don't you talk?"

The nine-level bell rang, and at this time, the cold-faced iron-hearted Taoist priest had already stood in the center of the platform, and people were attracted to it. Han Feng also quickly turned his head and secretly called Amitabha Buddha in his heart.

The iron-hearted Taoist's eyes slowly swept through countless crowds, and an invisible pressure came, and people couldn't help but stop the noise. He said coldly, "Today's comparison is the final duel. Everyone must abide by the rules, otherwise, I..." Looking at the dark face, under the slanted eyebrows

People can't help but feel a cold look at the sword-like eyes. Selfless and just people are often cruel. The method of the iron-hearted Taoist priest is well known all over the world... The scene is much quieter.

Because it was an important day, the iron-hearted Taoist priest couldn't help but say a few more words. Han Feng looked around and saw that there were many more people in the camp of Xiling Martial Arts Academy today. The number of people should be several times that of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. It seems that the other party attaches great importance to today's martial arts competition. In particular, there are three more chairs in the other party's camp. Three exquisite yellow pear wood chairs are placed at the bottom of the huge ebony chair. Three young figures actually sat on it, and Han Feng secretly said that it seemed that this was the person who participated in the martial arts competition.

All three of them are young. The two were dressed in white, and only the middle one was dressed in purple. It looks very eye-catching. The young man in purple looks extremely handsome, with delicate eyebrows, but his eyes are soft, and he looks a little charming of a woman, which is very strange. The man in purple sat there easily, and the people next to him talked to him with a flattering smile, but he looked at him with a reserved face and couldn't find an accurate focus. Han Feng's spiritual power was extremely strong. He quietly explored it, and the three of them breathed long and powerfully. Suddenly, I felt a little, and the man in purple actually looked at him. Han Feng was shocked and found it. The two people's eyes touched each other like lightning in the air, and the man in purple looked at him with a smile on his face. Han Feng also smiled faintly, with an extremely brilliant face...

The bells of the competition kept ringing, the atmosphere in the air became extremely tense, and people were silent. The smell of gunpowder in the air is extremely strong.

In front of people, a figure has appeared in the center of the field out of thin air, just like a ghost. The figure became clear, but it was a young man in purple. The young man's handsome face had a faint smile, and a folding fan added a little more romantic. If he had to choose, the man's look like a woman was full of gloomy. It gives people a sense of uncertainty. The man in purple saluted gracefully and said loudly, "In the lower South Palace..."

Murong Ruxue whispered, "This is the son of the Nangong family. His skills are unfathomable..." At this time, a voice suddenly came from the scene. I have long heard that Miss Murong of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy is highly martial arts and beautiful. Is she unparalleled in the world. Ha ha, I don't know if Xiaoke has this blessing today and can be taught...

The meaning of provocation is very strong, and the faces of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy are already pale. Qingyue snorted coldly, what a disciple, not afraid of humiliating the Nangong family. Murong Ruxue's black veil is windless, and there is cold light in his eyes. As soon as he moves, he wants to walk to the field. Suddenly, she felt a hand next to her holding her sleeve. Looking around, it was Han Feng's warm and firm eyes. You have to be careful." Murong Ruxue's eyes have unconcealed concern.

Han Feng nodded, moved his feet, and walked towards the field...

The black clothes floated and stood in the center of the thick white line. A long pale golden hair flew gently in the cool breeze, and the tall figure stood casually opposite the Nangong. The two finally faced each other. People can't help cheering in their hearts, and the two people have completely different temperaments. Han Feng's long light blonde hair, long black clothes, tall and burly figure, and midnight cold star-like eyes give people such a different feeling. His aura is not weaker than the beautiful prince stood by the other party, but gives people an indescribable strange feeling.

......

The Nangong's infinite eyes were shocked, and a trace of coldness appeared on his feminine and handsome face. He asked faintly, why didn't Murong Ruxue come? But there is an unconcealed evil spirit in the tone. Obviously, he did not expect that Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy would send Han Feng, who was not worth mentioning in his opinion, which he thought was an insult to him. There is a murderous spirit in my heart, but my face is still relatively flat. He has always believed that Murong Ruxue is the first master of the other party. As long as he defeats her, he is not afraid of the capture of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy...

Han Feng had a faint smile on her face and looked extremely sincere. My master said that she didn't have to come in person for this scene. Such a trivial matter was just for the apprentice.

"Are you Murong Ruxue's apprentice?"

A wisp of surprise rose from Nangong's boundless eyes. Obviously, he did not expect such a young Murong Ruxue to have an apprentice. The age of the two can't tell the size. Who will believe that they will be masters and apprentices?

Han Feng had a little embarrassment on his face and said, "The radish grows on his back..."

Nangong said indifferently, "I'm afraid you don't know who I am?"

Han Feng smiled and said, "Who doesn't know who is the unscrupulous son of the Nangong family..."

Nangong smiled infinitely and said, since he knows, is Qingcheng asking you to come to die? Don't think that you are invincible in the world by winning the East yesterday.

"Where, no, I can't say that the world is invincible. My martial arts skills are the lowest in Qingcheng, so it's the most appropriate to send me here."

The smile gradually faded in Nangong's boundless eyes, and the air became heavy. It seems that your beautiful master will only come if I kill you.

A flash of lightning lit up, and the countless figure of Nangong suddenly disappeared in place. Han Feng suddenly felt like a needle in his heart, which was an intuition of danger. He shook quickly and left the same place. A fierce wind of fists exploded in place.

"Ha ha, the flash is not slow."

The countless figure of Nangong slowly emerged with a cold smile on his face. Han Feng's fist with a sneak attack just now made him dodge, and he couldn't help but be surprised.