C755 Qin feng's resentment

The first and fifth of the nine high platforms were considered rather special. The first were those with status or strength of the older generation, and the fifth were those of the younger generation.

As for the other seven, although they were only able to sit on it because of their strength and status, they did not have this sort of special meaning, nor did they have this sort of glory.

Ling Yun frowned slightly. He, Qin Feng and the others had their own seats, but he had brought all the members of the fifth squadron and nine captains who had gotten the first place in the previous exam over. The seats on the platform were limited, there were only a few seats left.

"Your Highness, let's go to the stands below!" Seeing through Ling Yun's thoughts, the fifth squadron leader Qin Rufeng, who had already led the team to win a few times over, walked up and spoke respectfully.

Ling Yun stared at him, and said indifferently: "It's fine, follow me!"

"Your Highness!" A thin and delicate youth walked over and slightly bowed.

"Mo Xiao, your cultivation has also reached such a stage. Good, you must have a good fight later!" Qin Wu took a step forward and patted the youth's shoulder, his eyes surging with the desire to battle.

The young man's expression turned bitter, and he shook his head helplessly. He was the young master of the Mo Clan, Mo Xiao, who did not have much business ability, nor did he have a nimble mind, but his talent in cultivation was not bad, and was one of the top few amongst the young generation in the Soaring Cloud Empire.

Dong, dong, dong!

He raised his eyes and saw a sturdy young man who was over two meters tall, like an iron tower. His bronze colored body was releasing astonishing energy fluctuations, his muscles were like horned dragons, full of explosive power.

"Tie Ming!" Ling Yun nodded at the teenager with a smile, then turned his head to look at Luo Feng behind him.

Tie Ming, the Young Marquis of a reigning nation. Although he was only seventeen years old, he already possessed the rank of a deputy general.

"Fatty Tie, stand down. I don't want to raise my head and talk!" Qin Feng crossed his arms in front of his chest, as he looked at the youth in front of him with displeasure. Although the youth was not as handsome as him, not as handsome as he was, but with such a physique, he had stolen all his limelight.

Standing together with the other party, it was as though they were weeds under a huge tree.

Tie Ming possessed the blood of the Ancient Giants, so even if he was not pure, it was enough for him to be tall. He was around 2.45 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a bulky waist.

Although Qin Feng's looks were not bad and he was rather handsome, with a godlike appearance and a handsome face, he was still around 1.8 meters tall. However, he was also a bit thin, compared to this Tie Ta, ai …

Not to mention the others, even Qin Feng himself was in a bad mood. He had always been the one to steal other people's limelight.

His face was dark as he tried his best to straighten his back. However, even if he stood on tiptoe, it would still only reach the position of his opponent's chest. This made him feel even more annoyed.

So what if he was tall? Can you look down on people?

Damn, in the future, I will definitely not stand together with people who possess the bloodline of the Giant Humans. This is simply too much of a limelight, Qin Feng's heart was filled with resentment.

"I'm not fat, I'm strong!" Hearing Qin Feng call him Fatty Tie, he scratched his head honestly and extended an arm that was thicker than Qin Feng's thigh. With a thunderous laughter, he corrected Qin Feng: "Young Master Qin, I'm not fat here, I'm strong!"