Chapter 901

The next afternoon, Feihong peak.

"Dong!" With the sound of, the gong on the challenge arena sounded, and the curtain of a competition came down again.

The end of the game meant that it was Shen Feng's turn to play, but in the position of the dragon group, there was still only Zhang Yong sitting there. There was no one around him, and Shen Feng didn't show up.

Zhang Yong looked at the empty position around him and sighed. He knew that Shen Feng could not come. This time, it was also because of him that Shen Feng gave up this opportunity. Otherwise, it was almost a very easy thing to win the champion of Lingwu conference with his strength.

Xue Qing is also a little worried. According to the provisions of the Lingwu conference, if she doesn't show up during the competition, she will be judged as a loser, which means she will be eliminated soon.

"Next game, dragon group Shen Feng vs. Baji Zong Zhao Yunji!" A voice came from the challenge arena.

The voice fell, and a man of ordinary stature, wearing a white martial arts suit and holding an ancient long sword jumped into the challenge arena.

This person is Zhao Yunji, a disciple of the Baji sect. It was he who defeated sumo wrestler terashima noman of the Dongdao shrine. His strength should not be underestimated.

Zhao Yunji jumped into the challenge arena and looked in the direction of the dragon group. Shen Feng, as his opponent, has always been very concerned. He also knows that he may win without fighting today.

He paid attention to Shen Feng for a long time, but other martial artists didn't pay too much attention to Shen Feng. Until now, they found that Shen Feng was missing, so they were whispering about what Shen Feng was doing.

"He won't be afraid of losing. He lost the face of the dragon group and took the opportunity to run away."

"It's impossible. Maybe the dragon group has another task."

"Never mind him. As long as he doesn't come, our senior brother will lose a strong opponent."

While everyone was talking, the Feihong sect disciple standing next to the huge Gong picked up the mallet.

Chen blind man sitting on the referee's bench looked worried. He was from the former dragon group. He knew that Shen Feng was on his way. If the Gong was sounded, it meant the start of the game. If the person at the beginning of the game didn't show up, it meant he gave up on his own initiative.

Just as the disciple was about to ring the Gong, blind Chen bit his teeth and said, "Shen boy, I have done everything for you."

With that, he suddenly pushed the table in front of him, and the table in the referee's seat fell down, which naturally attracted everyone's attention.

The blind man Chen was covering his stomach, falling to the ground, rolling left and right, and shouting constantly.

"Ouch, ouch, my stomach hurts to death."

"What's going on?" People of other sects all showed doubts. Some people who were far away even stood up to watch the excitement, and the disciples in charge of beating gongs also stopped.

Seeing that his move was effective, Chen blind man shouted again, "my stomach suddenly hurts. Help me."

Although the blind man Chen had a good time, several people on the referee didn't pay attention to him. They just looked at each other. Yesterday, he begged for Shen Feng to forgive time, but was rejected by Lord Feihong.

Now his little trick is easy to see through, so several judges look at the Feihong Lord. After all, he is the master here.

Lord Feihong looked at the blind Chen rolling all over the ground and smiled bitterly. The boy took great pains to buy time for Shen Feng.

However, since blind Chen pulled down this old face and made trouble in front of so many people, he was not easy to expose it directly, but wuchenzi was next to him, and he couldn't obviously favor Shen Feng, so he said to his disciples: "take elder Chen down and see what's going on."

"Yes." The disciple answered and came to blind Chen.

But the blind man Chen didn't get up and rolled all over the ground, causing a burst of laughter from the onlookers.

"Lao Chen, stop making trouble. He won't come. It's bad to make trouble again." Lord Feihong whispered.

His voice was so low that only a few people around him could hear it, but others in the stands could not hear it.

Seeing Feihong Zong's words, Chen blind man didn't insist any more. When the two disciples were about to help him down.

A loud voice came into the people's ears from another direction: "I'm coming!"

When the voice fell, a figure rushed to the edge of the challenge arena at a very fast speed, jumped up and jumped steadily onto the challenge arena. This person was Shen Feng.

After he finished handling the affairs over there, he flew over overnight at the first time. It was not long or short. The time was just right, but if there was no such trouble as blind Chen, he would be late.

Seeing Shen Feng appear, the faces of Zhang Yong, Xue Qing and red tea showed a happy look. He finally caught up.

The other part of the people are frowning. One of them is Luo Yun. With the emergence of Shen Feng, he is now a little tangled. He doesn't know what to do. Should he listen to master's words, deliberately lose the game, or continue to win, and compete with Shen Feng in front of so many people!

"That's interesting!" Hidekawa Toyoda touched the samurai sword in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Chen blind, who was being by two Feihong sect disciples, immediately became lively. "It's all right. Suddenly it doesn't hurt. You help me up the table. I'll just sit and rest for a while."

Lord Feihong shook his head reluctantly, motioned his disciples to do as he said, and then looked at the challenge arena.

"Sorry, it's a little urgent. I'm late." Shen Feng smiled at Zhao Yunji and said.

"It doesn't matter. I'm also very lucky to compete with a dragon group expert like you." Zhao Yunji is serious.

With that, he held the long sword tightly in one hand and made an attack posture.

"Dong!" The gong sounded, which means that Shen Feng's competition officially began.

Zhao Yunji didn't rush to attack, but asked Shen Feng in a deep voice, "do you use a blade?"

Shen Feng shook his head with a smile and said, "as you said just now, this is just a competition. The weapon is a sharp weapon. It's bad to hurt the harmony."

His words were plain and didn't mean to look down on each other. Zhao Yunji was also a reasonable man. He knew he was not against Shen Feng.

What's more, Shen Feng didn't look down on himself in his words just now. Instead, he gave himself a step down, so he nodded and threw his long sword in the distance: "I don't need it."

"Good!" Shen Feng also made a fighting posture and put his left and right hands in front of him.

"Drink!"

Zhao Yun only heard a low cry and took the initiative to attack Shen Feng. His footwork was so subtle that Shen Feng couldn't predict where he would fall next.

"Good." Shen Feng looked at his steps and showed a faint smile on his face