Being stared by more than 50,000 spectators in the audience is already nervous enough for many temple disciples. If hundreds of ghost-level powerhouses are staring at close range, the sense of oppression is really not It’s easy to say in one word. Even if you can stand firm, even if you have a good psychological quality, you can’t see the slightest tension on Wang Feng’s face at this time. He walks behind An Nanxi in a slow and unhurried manner. The strong men were looking at him, and he also looked back with a smile on his face, let alone, he really saw many acquaintances.

Aaron, the heroic sword of the Principality of Germany, and Abu Dazhebie, the representative of the Principality of Ice Spirit...Of course, Clara sitting in the second area and Soraka, the old sea lion behind her, both have a tacit understanding. She didn't say hello, but when she passed by Clara, suddenly a dark wave came, and Clara quietly blinked at him.

This Yu Meizi...Wang Feng was funny, but saw an old orc on the seat next to him smiled and nodded. The old Wang also nodded slightly in return. He just looked at his dressing up, and he could roughly guess the other person. Identity, this should be the great elder of the Southern Beast tribe, and besides Oscar, the oldest person that Pharaoh has ever seen. It is said that he is over 130 years old. Even if you look at the many masters of the Nine Heavens Continent, he is considered to be She is quite old and looks quite ruddy.

Going forward, there are more acquaintances, such as the Guizhicai of the Dark Devil Island, the Grand Duke Canglan, Hei Wukai, Jixiangtian who heard of his name but did not meet with the Nine Gods...

Lao Hei grinned at Wang Feng, while Jixiang Tian still wore the mask that no strangers should enter, but did not shy away from his gaze. Those shiny eyes were full of interest and curiosity, and there was a slight smile. It seemed to remind Wang Feng that he still owed Jixiangtian a request within a reasonable range.

Next to her are Longjing of the Nine Gods and the Saint Child of the Holy City. The two are quite easy to identify. The expression and sitting posture can be easily distinguished. The Saint Child feels young and promising. Long Jing seemed to be more casual, leaning on the back of his chair at a slightly slanted angle, looking at Wang Feng with interest.

Others don't know, can he still know? No matter how Leilong helps him to cover up, Wang Feng is the Pu of the fifth prince Longxiang, code-named 18. As early as in Dragon City, these materials are no longer a secret in the top of the nine gods, but this is just a Pu. , Longxiang’s most insignificant small part in the spy organization, but it has such a huge potential. The rune talent is amazing. It can also be said that Thunder Dragon helped him to make a disguise, but he was fighting with Tianzhe before. But no one can help him pretend, and...

Long Jing’s eyes stayed on Wang Feng’s face for a long time. From the moment he first took the stage, facing the gazes of hundreds of ghost-level powerhouses and bigwigs on this stand, he was still able to look at him calmly, neither humble nor overbearing. I am afraid that the mentality is really not counted among the younger generation.

Strength, wisdom, xinxing... Such a talent should belong to my nine gods, but because of a momentary oversight, it can't be used for me. It's a shame!

Long Jing’s opinion is probably the same opinion of all the big guys present, not to mention that Hawkland is proud of himself at this time, and even Fu Changkong’s eyes look at Wang Feng with a lot of appreciation, one showing himself as a soul beast master. In the end, he was a genius of a top wizard. What is even more rare is that he has been tolerant and low-key, and his temperament is extraordinary. Thunder Dragon really taught a good disciple, which is enviable.

The chairman is Fu Changkong, but Lao Wang bowed aside first: "Principal, disciple Wang Feng is here."

"Good, good!" Hawkland's heart blossomed with joy. Look, look at Wang Feng, that is, he has a clear priority. Although he usually doesn't adjust, he is very sensible when it is critical!

He has been sitting on this chair for a long time, but few people around him really take him seriously. Everything is dominated by Fu Changkong, which makes him seem to be a foil, but now it’s so much attention. With a sound from the principal of Wang Feng, he immediately reversed the situation and made Lao Huo the center of it... or how could he say that he was a disciple of Rose!

"Wang Feng, I'm looking for you, there is a situation I want to explain to you." Hawkland paused, the breath in his heart calmed down instantly, he smiled and looked at Fu Changkong: "Old Fu, I'll be a guest. You won’t be overwhelming, the specifics are up to you."

Fu Changkong smiled slightly, and faintly explained the matter of the soul shield, and then said: "I don't need to say more about the large-scale killing of witchcraft. It depends on Wang Feng yourself. If you are sure to control the witch If it doesn’t work, I suggest you postpone the game until tomorrow. It depends on your choice."

"Just for this? Have you discussed here for a long time?"

As soon as Wang Feng spoke, this sigh suddenly made the principals around him frown.

Hawkland feels like a spring breeze. As the saying goes, the teachers and students are of the same heart, and it is profitable. Moreover, listening to Wang Feng’s unhesitating tone, it is obvious that there has been a countermeasure. Profitable but harmless countermeasures!

"You are young, but your tone is not small!" Zhao Feiyuan said coldly, "Wang Feng, the teacher who taught you witchcraft should have told you on the first day that witchcraft is a double-edged sword, and the harm of witchcraft should not be underestimated! Scourge Firefall is the fourth order of witchcraft. I think you are already very reluctant to manipulate it. It was good to have a soul shield before, but now there is no protection. The lives of tens of thousands of spectators in the audience can be pinched on you. In my hand, as a disciple of the temple, naturally we must put the lives of the people on the blade first!"

Old Wang shook his head helplessly. He is indeed an old yin and yang person. The principle is really not leaking, and it is really **** exaggerated. The fourth order is indeed very strong, and it is really going to be affected. Injuries may occur, but in this way How many masters' faces can cause death, that's funny. If you really want to leak your power, these people will not stay still.

Of course he also knows the other party's plan, "What does this senior mean? It is too difficult for me to control the scope of witchcraft while fighting against me."

Everyone also knew that this would be the case. The wizard had to concentrate on the martial arts school himself. He would fight on the side while thinking about the range of his attack.

"Wang Feng is right, Annanxi, you are a referee, so there are such unfair regulations?" Lao Huo is not a fool, and the white-haired bull demon is relatively straightforward. He can draw a league.

But Annanxi looked calm, "As a referee, I can't participate in your negotiation."

Hawkland was a little surprised, and the people around him smiled. This is also interesting. Hawkland is really a fool. This kind of playoff is all trying to take advantage of it. It is so easy. After all, this is the home court of Zenith.

Zhao Feiyuan sneered, "This is not okay, that is not okay, then wait for the soul crystal shield to be repaired. This is the most fair. Isn't it impossible to play tomorrow, or do you Rose have to risk the innocent competition?"

Hawkland's chest is tight, his mouth teasing rose rune is invincible, but here is not enough to see, he vaguely thinks the other party has a conspiracy, but can't catch it, what is it?

At this time, it depends on the influence. After all, most of them are the guests invited by Zenith. There are a lot of platform Zenith. The fairest way is naturally to wait for the soul crystal defense to be repaired. Some of the bad-speaking Hawklands want to hit others. Up.

"Wang Feng, what do you say!" Hawkland is really helpless. This kid is a ghost. He must have his own judgment. It feels that compared to controlling the power, it is better than dragging it to tomorrow. There are many dreams at night, and Zenith's methods are beyond defense. Probably they never dreamed that they would behave like this. Once the Zenith is reminiscent, N species of moths will be born tomorrow.

"Everyone, you seem to have misunderstood something." Lao Wang interrupted everyone's argument, paused, glanced at the principal of Zenith and the very active Zhao Feiyuan, and said lightly: "I mean... It’s just a playoff. What a big deal, since witchcraft can’t control the damage, it’s not necessary.”

As soon as the voice fell, the surroundings became silent... Hawkland's expression was instantly distorted...

No, no witchcraft? Is Wang Feng telling the truth? joke?

Hawkland looked at Wang Feng dumbfounded, but couldn't find the slightest meaning of joking in Wang Feng's eyes. It was more than him. The Saint Son, Jixiangtian, and Longjing next to him were the nearest. After hearing this, they were a little different. Dare to believe my ears.

How dare a wizard say to fight the enemy without witchcraft? What else is he playing? Sleepwalking in the arena?

"Happy!" Fu Changkong slapped his thigh abruptly. Although he was confident in Ye Dun, it was really a pleasant surprise: "I can see my zenith as nothing. Looking forward to the war!"

"Have a backbone!" Zhao Feiyuan laughed out loud after a short delay: "Wang Feng, you said this yourself. All the principals and distinguished guests present here are all witnesses. What if you used witchcraft in the battle? ?"

"Violation is naturally a penalty." Old Wang smiled: "Does this need to be said more?"

"Good! Then the game will be..."

"Wait! Wait, wait!" Hawkland covered his heart, his mentality exploded in an instant.

When a wizard fights the Taoist martial arts, the realm of crushing is originally stable, but what the **** is it to not use witchcraft? Do you hammer his chest with a small fist? !

Poor Lao Huo, I was so angry that I had a heart attack last time by the light of the temple. It took a while to recover, but now I feel that my heart disease is about to be committed again. Is this Wang Feng taking the wrong medicine? Fuck, I have seen waves, I have never seen such waves! Isn't this a pit teammate!

He swallowed fiercely. He gave Wang Feng a sharp wink just now, but he didn't get any response. Although he didn't know if this kid took the wrong medicine, it was related to the rise and fall of Rose. , He looked at Fu Changkong and Zhao Feiyuan with a little anger, the previous grace is no longer maintained, and Lao Huo would not swear, otherwise he would have to greet the eighteenth generation of these two ancestors: " I'm talking about two people, are you not too particular about it? Two principals, dignified, calculated to run a junior disciple, do you have to face?"

Fu Changkong smiled slightly, and ignored him, but Zhao Feiyuan laughed and said, "Principal Hawker, a dignified and respected person, why is it that you are swearing? This is your fault. Everyone here is a testimony. Principal Fu and I have never said that he is not allowed to use witchcraft. It was Wang Feng himself. You should be scolded as a principal. You should scold your own disciples. The name of calculating a run is even more absurd and absurd. !"

"What principal, it's better to be responsible for speaking than a temple disciple." The principal of Longdong Sanctuary also smiled and said: "I support Wang Feng this time, the young man is not bad, he is more bold than your principal, we will wait and see, young man, come on !"

Hawkland collapsed on the chair, his mind was blank, finished.

The corners of Wang Feng's mouth were curved, and if he hit the face, he would either not hit or hit him thoroughly.

………………

"An extra game, free play! Wang Feng vs. Ye Dun, please enter!"

After waiting for a long time, when referee An Nanxi announced the final result on the scene, the audience suddenly exploded.

The people at Rose were surprised and happy, cheering, but the supporters of the Zenith Temple were so loud that they couldn't believe their ears.

Wang Feng? That is a terrifying wizard who has wiped out the Tianzhe one and mastered five kinds of witchcraft, a monster beyond the scope of the temple disciple! No matter how strong Ye Dun is, he is still a normal person. What does a tiger do?

Obviously a draw, but they want to give Rose a chance to win; if there is a playoff, it should be the sixth man! There are so many masters in the Zenith Temple, and pick one on the spot. Isn't it possible that you can't handle the orc left by Rose? Why should Ye Dun go to fight Wang Feng? Tiger Peak Fighting Ghost Level, what's the special gift?

Isn't this a clear plan to pit the zenith temple! Fuck, in this Blade's Edge City, on the site of this Zenith Temple, can Zenith Temple be given unspoken rules and bullied by Rose?

"Against! Protest!" The people with the Zenith Temple suddenly yelled in dissatisfaction: "The playoff should be the sixth man. Why can Wang Feng, who has already played out, get on again!"

"Haha, the people at Zenith are eager. Now we know how awesome the leader of Wang Summit is? Now that we are afraid? It's late!"

"It's not fair!" The Zenith supporter couldn't help shouting: "What's the point of forcing a tiger to fight the ghost rank?! The other party should be the orc of the sixth person. We have a lot of Zenith temple. You can abuse him!"

"Haha!" Rose's supporters also immediately retorted, "It's fair for your ghost-level Amo to beat our Tiger's Winnie? The double standard should not be too obvious!"

"Can this be the same? Wang Feng has already won one game as a ghost class! Do you want to win another one? If the ghost class can be on the stage indefinitely, then what kind of five-player battle is there, and choose the strongest one to directly crush Get the other churches!"

"Yes! This is the ranking of the church, this is the personal ranking! This is used to determine the ranking and strength of the entire church, we are not satisfied!"

People with Zenith feel aggrieved, but more people feel that it is unfair. It is not that it is unfair to fight the ghost level at Tiger Peak, but as a ghost level, I want to fight two games in a row, and I still go to the second game. Counterpoint a tiger? The point is that this is still an important game concerning the ranking of the temple, which is absolutely unacceptable!

Why? The Zenith Temple obviously can choose a strong one to fight the orc! The Zenith Temple has always been used to enjoying things like rules and privileges, but today it has become enjoyed by others...

The buzzing noise suddenly sounded throughout the audience. The sound of tens of thousands of spectators booing and booing, coupled with the excitement of those Rose disciples, and Zenith’s supporters throwing notes and small pieces at the Rose Stand The venting of flags and all kinds of debris was almost riot, and the scene was instantly messed up.

"Musical notes! You stay here!" Motong was hilarious in an instant. He liked this kind of violent scene the most. It is not suitable for him to take care of the wound at the passageway. It is enough to have notes, like him. Big brother-level characters, at this time, of course, they have to stand on the front line of the stands and fight to the death the bad guys who dare to throw **** into the rose stands! Lao Wang and the others are playing on stage, how can he be idle? One dozen fifty thousand or something, Mo Tong dreams of it!

"Motong don't go!" The note yelled anxiously. The scene was messy enough. I could see that Famil and Suyue had difficulty calming the emotions of Rose supporters. If Motong was allowed to go up, it would not take a minute. Fight with everyone on the scene?

But how can the note stop him? Mo Tong did not hear of it, and oiled the soles of his feet: "I'll go too!"

boom!

Mo Tong's spirit power exploded, and he rushed out like a duel, but the next second...

Snapped!

A big hand fluttered and grabbed Mo Tong's neck, and then directly pulled the Mo Tong who had already rushed back, lifting him by the back of his neck like a chicken.

Li Fusu let go of his hand nonchalantly, and said faintly, "Don't make trouble for my sister's roses, kid!"

Even if he was stopped, he was still so shameless and held by the back of his neck. Mo Tong was furious, but he just squeezed his fist and turned his head, and then he felt that the whole world was dark, and a terrifying black shadow quickly rose up in front of him. The majestic body and two dark eyes seem to be looking down at him from the sky above the sky~lightnovelpub.net~ with a horrible killing intent that makes people palpitating!

Guru...

Mo Tong, who was not afraid of the sky, couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and then coughed twice: "Ahem! What... the note? Where are you the note?"

"Quiet!" The vigorous voice swayed through the audience under the influence of spirit power.

It was referee An Nanxi, the referee was transparent throughout the game, but this voice instantly suppressed the hustle and bustle of the audience.

I saw a terrible aura surging from An Nanxi, and the small white-haired figure instantly became towering in the consciousness of all the audience: "In this field, there has never been three words of unfairness. !"

The white-haired bull demon was once a hero who had reached the peak of a ghost! Although the hero is late and no longer possesses the strong physical strength of his youth, he is gradually moving towards the second line, and is usually kind to others, but when he really wants to start a fire, he is still enough to frighten a group of Xiaoxiao casually.

The terrible momentum caused countless people around to shut up immediately, and no one dared to offend. The supporters of the Zenith Temple felt very aggrieved. Isn't this our home court? How does the referee help outsiders to speak?

"Now announce the rules of the game!" Just listened to An Nanxi said coldly: "Due to the damage of the protective cover on the scene, the use of witchcraft is prohibited in this battle, and the offender will be immediately sentenced!"

As soon as the voice fell, the stadium that was still buzzing fell silent for an instant, and everyone opened their mouths together.

Prohibition of witchcraft? Ye Dun is a martial artist, and he doesn't know how to witchcraft at all. This obviously restricts Wang Feng. Wang Feng is a wizard!

In an instant, the gods turned, and the Rose supporters who were waiting for the celebration with joy just now were all dumbfounded.

Don't let a wizard use witchcraft, Nima... Is there anything more shameless than this? Is there anything more unfair than this? Is this, this Zenith Temple crazy? !