Flying is not allowed in the city, and Yanwutai is a little far away. It took some time for the three of them to walk all the way. However, there were many street vendors along the way, with lights and colorful lights everywhere. Hua Shu and Feng Ming were not in a hurry, so they simply accompanied him. Hua Shu walked to Yanwu Station while shopping.

Shi Yundong was very disagreeable about this, and urged them more than once, but Feng Ming only said a word, and he obediently shut up and let them go.

"If you are impatient, we can cancel the competition. Anyway, I am not interested in the arena competition." Feng Ming said.

Shi Yundong finally made Feng Ming agree to go to the ring to compete, how could he agree to cancel? As a result, he could only wait while holding back his temper, and from time to time he impatiently glared at the couple who was walking and stopping, while shopping, and slowly walking towards the martial arts stage.

Feng Ming and Hua Shu turned a blind eye to Shi Yundong's angry eyes, and directly regarded him as non-existent, still wandering around and moving forward on their own.

Finally, they arrived at the performance stage, and by this time it was already on the moon.

For the cultivator, the arrival of night does not mean the end of the activity time and the time for sleep and rest, because the practice can make the human body energized, and the whole night of practice will not only cause a burden on the body, but will make people spiritual. A hundred times, and as the cultivation level increases, the body will get better and better, and the need for sleep will gradually disappear.

As a result, the monks don’t pay so much attention to the concept of day and night time. It’s like now, it’s already midnight, and the crowds on the street have not diminished a little. There are many monks on the martial arts stage, or Fighting fiercely on the stage, or watching enthusiastically off the stage, the excitement is unabated.

As soon as Shi Yundong's figure appeared, two people immediately walked out of the crowd and joined Shi Yundong.

Looking at their actions, Feng Ming and Hua Shu had already determined that, as they expected, Shi Yundong and the others had premeditated and deliberately set a trap to lead him into the urn.

One of the two looked like a middle-aged man, and the other looked like a young man who was about Shi Yundong’s age. After the three of them met, they didn’t say much, they just exchanged their eyes and turned their gazes on Feng Ming’s body. , And for Hua Shu next to him, the two did not hide their contempt.

It’s no wonder they are like this. After all, Hua Shu is too young. Even at a young age, he has reached the half-step golden core cultivation base, but the opponent is in the late Yuan Ying and the other is the peak of the golden core, and the base period and the golden core Even if there is only a thin line between them, it is still like a moat, not to mention that the two people's cultivation base is so much higher than hers, no wonder they did not put Hua Shu, the little girl in the foundation building period in their eyes.

Hua Shu was unmoved by such a contemptuous attitude. The world of cultivating immortals was a world where the strong respected, and she was already psychologically prepared.

What's more, in the past life, I have not eaten any hardships, have not suffered any expressions, and have suffered even more embarrassing humiliations. What else can't be endured?

Feng Ming gently held her hand and gave her a gentle and soothing look.

However, even though he had acted as gentle as possible, Hua Shu still saw a trace of coldness in his expression. She knew that it was the two people who despised her that angered him, and perhaps he was already killing intent at this time. .

"It's okay, don't be impulsive." Hua Shu held his hand back and smiled carelessly.

She believed in his strength, but the Yuan Ying-period cultivator of the opponent had a higher level of cultivation than Feng Ming. She didn't want him to make mistakes and be injured because of impulse.

"Don't worry, I will let them remember this profound lesson." Feng Ming's tone was firm, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Ah! He dared to set a trap to deal with him. Originally, he wanted to see what the historian wanted to do, so he just thought about teaching them a good meal, but they were going to die and despise her in front of him. This is simply Is challenging his bottom line, just teaching them how to relieve his anger?

"Heh! In the late Yuanying stage, is this the opponent you prepared for me?" Feng Ming glanced at the Yuanying monk, with a contemptuous expression on his face, looked on the ring, and said: "It just happened to be over, since When everyone is here, let's start!"

When the cultivation base was pointed out, the Yuan Ying monk's complexion changed, and he looked at him with a little suspicion, thinking that his cultivation base surpassed himself. After all, under normal circumstances, only the cultivation base is higher than the opponent can he see through the opponent's cultivation. for.

He took a closer look, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief. Feng Ming’s cultivation was only in the early stage of Yuan Ying. He could not have mistaken this point. It seems that he can see his cultivation, there must be some special secret method. Or he was carrying some kind of magic weapon that could see through the opponent's cultivation base.

Shi Yundong and another young man looked at the middle-aged monk inquiringly, and nodded their heads when they saw him relaxed. The two understood that Feng Ming's cultivation was indeed lower than that of the middle-aged monk, and the two were relieved.

"Since Young Master Feng is so impatient, let's go to the ring!" Shi Yundong looked at Feng Ming with a gleeful smile, "Feng Ming, wait..."

"Young Master Feng, please." The middle-aged monk didn't know that he was afraid that Shi Yundong would say too many bad things, or that Feng Ming would regret it. Before Shi Yundong finished speaking, he couldn't wait to make a "please" gesture.

Shi Yundong was a little dissatisfied when the words were interrupted, but he didn't dare to say anything. The middle-aged cultivator here has the highest cultivation base. Later, Bi Douquan will rely on him to take action. Offending him will not do any good. Therefore, even though he was unhappy in his heart, he could only shut up obediently and stay aside honestly.

Feng Ming looked at the three of Shi Jia with cold eyes, and no matter what they had planned, he just smiled coldly, his figure soaring into the sky, and his posture was chic and graceful and fluttered on the stage.

"This...well, I forgot to ask. I don't know how to call this fellow Daoist?" Feng Ming stood leisurely on the stage, condescendingly looking at the middle-aged monk who was still in the audience.

The middle-aged monk, as a great monk in the late Yuan Ying, was naturally quite arrogant in his heart. He was treated condescendingly and without respect by a junior. His heart suddenly became angry, and he flew into the ring as soon as he flicked his sleeves.

"Ninth elder of the historical family, Shi Wenwu." The middle-aged monk said with a cold face, his head held up arrogantly, and said coldly.

"Oh, it turned out to be the ninth elder of the historian." Feng Ming replied lightly, then he arched his hand and said: "Then let's not talk nonsense, let's get started!"

Shi Wenwu was choked by his unsalty attitude, and his face suddenly became angry, saying: "Junior is arrogant, today I will teach you a lesson for your father!"

As soon as he said this, Feng Ming's face sank, and he said coldly: "Only you? Humph! I'm not afraid that the wind will flash his tongue."

After speaking, the palm of his hand was turned over, and a long sword with a dark body and a cold light appeared in his hand, and at the same time his figure jumped towards Shi Wenwu.

Shi Wenwu in the late Yuan Ying was not a vegetarian either. Almost at the same time he took the shot, he took out a golden sword exuding the unique sharpness of the gold element.