Chapter 844

In the twinkling of an eye, it was the day when the Lingwu conference was held two days later.

Before dawn, the whole Feihong sect became lively. Under the Mountain Gate of Feihong mountain, there were a lot of people. Two rows of disciples dressed in white and holding long swords were arranged in order to welcome guests from various sects and aristocratic families in China.

At the top of Feihong mountain, the huge martial arts arena at the gate of Feihong sect was full of people.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, there is a huge challenge arena, which is all made of hard stones. The challenge arena is not high, about two meters long and 100 meters wide. The surface of the challenge arena is also very flat. Around the challenge arena, a disciple of Feihong sect guards there with a long sword every few miles.

Next to the challenge arena, there are seven empty positions. These seven positions should be where the referee sits.

Shen Feng came here early. He looked around the martial arts field. There was basically not much space here, and all the familiar sects and aristocratic families were present.

Qingcheng Mountain, poisonous dragon sect, Lingyin Temple, Xiahou family of Nantian League, blood sect... However, most of these sects are unfamiliar to Shen Feng. After all, the sects he has contacted are very limited.

The number of each sect that comes to attend the Lingwu conference is uncertain. There are 30 or 40 more sects and 78 fewer sects.

The representatives of the long group only sent Shen Feng and Zhang Yong. Lengfei and several others were originally planned to participate. However, lengfei, as the leader of the local group, had other tasks temporarily and missed the meeting. The others also had their own reasons.

Therefore, the position of the dragon group looks a little "desolate", with only a very few two people.

"Do you know which is the demon clan?" Shen Feng asked Zhang Yong in a low voice.

"I don't know. We Zhangjia have never dealt with the demon clan." Zhang Yong shook his head and said.

As soon as Zhang Yong's voice fell, a voice came from his ear and said, "I know, I know, that's it over there."

The speaker is a sect next to the dragon group. The number of this sect is very small, only eight people. The speaker is a teenager who looks eighteen or nine years old.

The boy is handsome, wearing a classical white robe, and looks outgoing and lively.

Shen Feng read countless women. It's not difficult to see that the teenager is a woman, and Zhang Yong is a doctor. He knows the difference between men and women at a glance. They look at each other and see each other's ideas at the same time.

Since she deliberately concealed her gender, they naturally had no reason to expose it.

Shen Feng looked in the direction she pointed out. On the opposite stand, more than 30 people sat there neatly, very regular. The first old man in a black robe was resting with his eyes closed.

There are two cold-blooded young people around him. It seems that they should be the people who represent the demon sect to attend the Lingwu conference this time.

"How do you know they are the demon clan?" Shen Feng asked the boy.

"You don't have to worry about it. Anyway, I know." The boy smiled and continued, "and there's nothing I don't know about this Lingwu Conference..."

Before she finished, an old man in a gray robe sitting next to her said in a deep voice: "Xiao Qiu! No nonsense! "

"Yes." She stuck out her tongue and quickly swallowed back her words. However, from her expression, she could see that she only promised on the surface and didn't mean to be afraid of the old man.

Led by Luo Qian, the Luo family came to the martial arts arena. A total of more than ten people came to the Luo family. Although so many people came to the Luo family, only Luo Yun played the competition.

Luo Qian's mental state is much better than that half a month ago. Although his face has completely recovered its blood color, he still has some physical deficiency.

However, Shen Feng looked at his state and put his heart down.

While Shen Feng looked at the Luo family, Luo Yun also looked this way. After he looked at Shen Feng, his eyes showed a cold and provocative smile.

Shen Feng completely chose to ignore Luo Yun's provocation, because he never paid attention to Luo Yun.

"He is Luo Yun." Zhang Yong whispered to Shen Feng.

"Yes, he is my cousin." Shen Feng smiled and said.

Just as they were talking, Shen Feng felt that his shoulder had been patted. He turned and looked. Yue Shan'er was pursing her mouth and looking at herself angrily.

"Hum, I haven't said I've been here for so long. Take the initiative to find me." Yueshan'er pretends to be angry.

"I'm just going to find you." Shen Feng said with a smile, "what's the matter? Has the Dragon swimmer made progress again during this period of time? Teach me again when you have time. "

As soon as Yue Shaner heard that Shen Feng asked himself to teach him to swim the Dragon hand, she brushed a blush on her face, then gave him a hard look and said, "if you really want to learn, I'll let my brother teach you."

"Forget it."

Yueshan'er covered her mouth and said with a smile, "I won't tell you. I'll cheer me on when I play."

"Don't worry, I'll shout to cheer you up." Shen Feng promised.

With that, Yue Shaner ran back to the direction of the poisonous dragon sect.

After more than half an hour, almost all the sects arrived, and all seven people from the East Island Shrine were present. However, the East Island shrine sat alone together, and no sects and aristocratic families were willing to be next to them.

Although Shen Feng has never seen these people in the shrine, he knows that these people are different from the East Island warriors he met before. They are the real masters of East Island.

"These hateful Chinese martial artists have isolated us! Obviously, they look down on us! " Saburo Yoshino in gold bit his teeth and whispered.

"Don't be angry, Yoshino. I'm sure they will look at us with new eyes." Sasaki light tunnel.

"Yes, let all the Chinese martial artists who come to attend today know that my East Island shrine is powerful!" Yoshino sneered.

"Don't worry, Chinese martial artists will remember my name of Zhitian Xiuchuan!" Hidekawa Toyoda looked at the Chinese martial artists around him and raised a confident smile

There are people sitting in the empty positions next to the challenge arena. Blind Chen is sitting there. Shen Feng doesn't know anyone except him, but he knows that these people are also famous people in China.

In the middle, a kind-hearted old man in a white robe sat there. This man was the leader of Feihong.

"Dong Dong Dong..." a long bell rang, and the originally noisy and lively venue gradually quieted down. Everyone knew that the Lingwu conference was about to begin, and they all focused on the leader of Feihong.