"He, is that Chen Feng?"

Jian Wushuang sat on the seat and saw the purple-haired man.

But in the eyes of Chen Feng, only Ye Se and Jun Yi were two, and he didn't take him at all.

The exchange meeting soon began.

The disciple exchange meeting between these ancient sect gates is very simple. It is directly on the martial arts field. The talented disciples of the sect gates of all parties can communicate freely. Who do you want to fight with? Will refuse.

Soon on the martial arts field, a competition between disciples began.

At the beginning, Jian Wushuang looked at it with interest.

It must be said that the geniuses of these ancient ancestors are extraordinary in terms of strength. Whether in spiritual cultivation or perception of artistic conception, they are much stronger than those in the northwestern twelve dynasties.

But he only lost interest after watching three matches.

The reason is very simple. The rivalry between these disciples is left with room. It is just a normal battle and not a real fight.

The extremely eastern hunting he participated in from the beginning of the selection battle in the Tianzong dynasty has always been a battle of life and death. A large number of talented men have fallen. In order to be valued by those ancient sects, they do their best one by one. Possible to slay opponents.

Far East Hunting is far more brutal than this so-called disciple exchange war.

Compared with the extremely eastern hunting, these ancient sects of the disciples exchange battles, although the level of strength is much stronger, but the nature is completely different.

"Swordsman Xiaoyou, what do you think of these geniuses?" Ling Han looked over.

"It's okay." Jian Wushuang responded lightly.

Ling Han frowned, and didn't say more.

Soon, half a day passed.

For a long time, the disciples of these ancient ancestors have competed in dozens of matches, but after so many matches, the worst thing is only a genius who has been seriously injured. .

"The disciples from all sides have already come forward, and sent me Da Luo Tianzong and Dahuang Jianzong." Ling Han's eyes narrowed slightly, "Almost, Ye Se!"

Ling Han glanced at Ye Se, Ye Se nodded immediately, but then stood up.

With him together, almost all eyes of the whole Yanwuchang looked at him.

"Yeser is here."

"Haha, this disciple exchange battle is finally coming."

"It's been more than half a day, and I'm finally looking a little bit."

The strong men from all sides of Zongmen were sighing.

After Ye Se stood up, he quickly walked to the center of Yanwu Stadium, and then his gaze was towards the side of the Great Wild Sword Sect.

"Chen Feng, come out. Of the young generation of disciples in the Northern Regions, you are the only one who can fight with me." Ye Se's voice was loud and echoed throughout the performance field.

Although this statement is a bit arrogant, but none of the strong men present will be dissatisfied because of this, after all, Ye Se is telling the truth.

After hearing Ye Se's words, the purple-haired man with a full moon face stood up in the Famine Sword Sect camp.

"Chen Feng."

A voice sounded next to him, talking about a burly middle-aged leader of the Dahuang Jianzong. This burly middle-aged man is also a semi-holy level, similar to Ling Han, and his identity is also the elder of the Dahuang Jianzong.

This disciple exchange meeting will be held once a year, and it is just a very ordinary exchange study. Many gates in the northern region will not pay too much attention, and the same is true of the Great Wild Sword Sect, so generally there will be no sacred powers. Come forward.

"Be careful, fight for my great waste Jianzong, defeat this Ye Se!" Said the burly middle-aged.

"Elder Li is assured that he is optimistic." Chen Feng was very confident and immediately appeared on the performance martial arts field.

Only a moment later, Chen Feng fought with Ye Se.

These two men are far stronger than the other geniuses at this exchange meeting. The fighting together is also extremely dynamic, attracting everyone's attention, even though Jian Wushuang also looked at it at the moment.

"Not bad." Jian Wushuang looked at the fierce fighting two.

The fierce battle between the two men has been going on for a while, and the fight is inextricably difficult, and Jian Wushuang also has a certain understanding of the strength of the two men.

"Either of these two is better than Mo Lingtian, who was beheaded by me, but the strength is also limited, and although the two of them are very aware of the artistic conception, they do not understand the origin." Jian Wushuang Secretly.

The source is too high-end than the artistic conception. On the entire Nanyang continent, there are too few and too few sources to understand in the yin and yang vanity.

Like the first test of Zu Di, that is, let him understand the origin in the yin and yang vanity.

This Chen Feng and Ye Se were placed on the entire Nanyang continent. Although they were considered first-class geniuses, they were still far from the origin of perception.

"Swordsman Xiaoyou, what is the strength of this Chen Feng, have you ever been sure against him?" Ling Han Chaojian looked at him.

"Kill him, I'm sure." Jian Wushuang replied indifferently.

What he said is the fact ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The practice of Yangxu Peak can not even feel a trace of the origin, even if Jian Wushuang a month ago was not difficult to kill this Chen Feng, and now Jian Wushuang has the origin It is easier to kill him if you realize that you have reached the potential level.

"Oh?" Ling Han frowned, and a smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, the battle in the middle of the Wuchang Stadium has reached the stage of fierce heating. With a fierce impact, the two men finally finally won the match. I saw Ye Ser looking pale, and there was a trace of lingering in his mouth. Blood.

"Haha, Ye Se, your strength is just that." Chen Feng still stood in the air with a strong breath, and looked towards Ye Se in a high position.

"Huh, it's your luck." Ye Se snorted pretending to be angry, but then turned and walked in the direction of Da Luo Tianzong.

"Brother Ye Se." Na Junyi stood up immediately, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and even asked: "How did you lose to Chen Feng? Your tricks have not been shown yet."

"Don't ask more." Ling Han immediately snapped.

Jun Yi frowned, her frown deepened.

Ye Se glanced at Ling Han, who nodded slightly at him, "take a good rest."

Ye Se immediately sat down, exhaling lightly, and looked at Zhao Jianshuang.

Ling Han also looked at Jian Wushuang at this moment.

"Swordsman friend, next, I will leave it to you!" Ling Han said.

"Trusted, loyal!" Jian Wushuang stood up.

"Be careful, this Chen Feng's strength is not simple. Although I just did not do my best, but I feel that even if I really go all out, it is not easy to defeat him." Ye Se reminded.

"I'm not you." Jian Wushuang smiled lightly, and then walked towards Yanwu.

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