Chapter 901

"Where is Wang Yuan?"

Hawk and Falcon like eyes swept from countless dull young talents.

Cheng Feng's face was cold and said in a deep voice, "you've been shouting before. You want me to get out and see you."

"Now... I'm coming!"

Hearing Cheng Feng's words, the silent scene suddenly became noisy.

"Wang Yuan, is Cheng Feng going to cut Wang Yuan?"

"Not long ago, wang yuan of Los Angeles severely scolded Chengfeng and even threatened Chengfeng's family."

"This time, I'm afraid Wang Yuan is miserable."

"I thought my clamor would only lead to a fat sheep. I didn't think it was a pervert like Cheng Feng!"

At this moment, countless young talents breathed a sigh of relief.

They are all secretly glad that they haven't been too crazy before.

Otherwise, he will be extremely sad and beaten in the face by Cheng Feng.

"Wang Yuan, I'm Cheng Feng."

In the void, Cheng Feng waited for a moment, but no one came out. He couldn't help frowning: "I don't like to repeat the same words for the second time."

"If you don't show up within ten seconds, I'll automatically pull you out of the crowd!"

While talking, the thunder in Cheng Feng's eyes flickered.

It seems that in his eyes, a thunder storm is brewing, which is very frightening.

"Cheng Feng, what are you crazy about?"

Just then, a young man with a pale face came out of the crowd.

The young man has a slender figure and a handsome face. He holds a long sword in his hand, and the light of the sword moves around.

This sword is by no means ordinary. I'm afraid it's a high-level Taoist weapon.

It's definitely unusual to be able to afford the existence of such a long sword. It's Wang Yuan, the peerless genius of the king's family in Los Angeles!

"Am I crazy?"

Looking at Wang Yuan holding a long sword, Cheng Feng smiled coldly: "I was practicing martial arts in Tianming City, but you scolded me again and again, and finally humiliated my family."

"Do you really think Cheng Feng is a soft persimmon and can be handled by you?"

"Cheng Feng, I scold you because you can't hide in the destiny department."

Facing Cheng Feng's questions, Wang Yuan's eyes turned and gave himself a reason in an instant.

"Ha ha!"

Cheng Feng sneered, "OK, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you."

"Don't you try your best to insult me just to force me out and challenge me?"

"Now that I'm here, what are you waiting for?"

Cheng Feng stretched out a finger and pointed to Wang Yuan: "come to war, let me try the means of your first genius of the king's family in Los Angeles!"

"Bastard, I really think Ben is less afraid of you?"

He was provoked by Cheng Feng in front of countless people. Although Wang Yuan had no bottom in his heart, he also urged the Dragon force and stabbed Cheng Feng with a sword.

This Wang Yuan is worthy of being the first genius of the king's family in Los Angeles. His accomplishments have reached the top of the real dragon level.

And there are six dragons.

Especially the sword in other hands is even sharper.

When he stabbed it with a sword, the long sword immediately shot a wisp of autumn rainbow and went straight to Cheng Feng's throat.

"Qiushui sword, it seems to be the Qiushui sword of the high-level Taoist soldiers of the king's family in Los Angeles."

"It is said that this sword was forged by a powerful man of the king's family in Los Angeles, who spent a lot of money to hire Mr. Jiayu, the master of refining utensils, to be in the forefront even among high-level Taoist soldiers."

"Unexpectedly, Wang Yuan took this sword with him."

"With this sword, Wang Yuan may be equal to Cheng Feng!"

Seeing the sword in Wang Yuan's hand, many experts who know the goods have seen the origin of the sword.

He spoke highly of this sword and thought that Wang Yuan could fight with Cheng Feng with this sword.

However, as soon as those comments sounded, they stuck.

Because Cheng Feng caught Changhong stabbing at Qiushui sword with his bare hands.

"How could Cheng Feng be foolish to use his bare hands to defeat the Qiushui sword of the high-level Taoist soldiers?"

"I'm afraid my hands will be wasted before I catch the Qiushui sword."

However, the result was beyond everyone's expectation.

Cheng Feng grabbed the Changhong spitting out by the Mid Autumn Festival water sword and burst it.

As for Cheng Feng's hand, it was intact, not even a white mark left.

"This... How is this possible?"

"Are Cheng Feng's hands made of steel?"

Seeing this scene, everyone at the scene was dumbfounded and thought they had an illusion.

Wang Yuan was closest and saw it most clearly, but he also had an impulse to rub his eyes with his hands.

Unfortunately, this is not an illusion, but a living fact.

"No, something's wrong!"

The heart churned with rough waves, and Wang Yuan was directly fixed in the air.

He was stunned for half a second before he was shocked and shouted, "Cheng Feng, you are not barehanded at all. You are wearing a pair of Golden Gloves on your hand."

"With those gloves, you just blocked the light of the autumn sword!"

Wang Yuan's words stunned everyone present, and immediately everyone suddenly realized.

"Indeed, Cheng Feng did wear a pair of Golden Gloves on his hands."

"No wonder he can catch the sword light from the broken autumn water sword."

"Cheng Feng's Golden Gloves are at least high-level Taoist soldiers!"

The Golden Gloves that people say are actually God of war armor.

The God of war armor was worn by Cheng Feng, revealing only the parts of his hands.

If you don't look carefully, it will really be regarded as a pair of Golden Gloves.

"Hum, just with a pair of Golden Gloves."

After finding out the truth of the matter, Wang Yuan was courageous: "after you are really hit by my autumn sword, no matter how many sets of Golden Gloves you wear, you will have to break into slag in an instant!"

After the words, Wang Yuanlong urged him to kill Cheng Feng.

This time, Wang Yuan did not continue to urge the sword attack of Qiushui sword, but directly pierced Cheng Feng's throat with Qiushui sword.

However, facing the puncture of Qiushui sword, Cheng Feng was very calm.

When the Qiushui sword was about to stab himself, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it.

Keng!

With Cheng Feng's right hand grasping the Qiushui sword, a clear metal impact sound quickly spread.

"Hold on, Cheng Feng holds the Qiushui sword."

"See if Cheng Feng's hand is hurt!"

At the moment of the sound, everyone in the audience stretched their necks and wanted to know whether Cheng Feng's hand could resist the puncture of Qiushui sword.

The result is quite obvious.

After Cheng Feng grabbed the Qiushui sword, his hands seemed to stick to the Qiushui sword. No matter how Wang Yuan twisted, he couldn't make the long sword move.

As for Cheng Feng's hand holding the blade, it was full of golden light and mixed with thunder.

But no blood came out.

It can be seen that the firmness of the God of war armor is beyond imagination. Even treasure tools such as autumn water sword can't break it!