v17 Chapter 988： From head to toe is not as good as

"Brother Stegosaurus, it doesn't hurt to say something. We are all old friends." Xiao Jian said with a smile.

"Brother Xiao Jian is very happy." Wang Jianlong said, "There is nothing else, only one thing. I want that guy named Zifeng to suffer a little bit in the Sansang Hall."

Hearing this, Xiao Jian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother Stegosaurus, this is what I want. I have always been dissatisfied with Zifeng. During this trip to the three-person hall, I cooperated with the Stegosaurus brothers, and we will definitely let Zifeng know that there is someone behind the scenes."

"Well, Brother Xiao Jian, these words are really good. Give Zifeng a good lesson!"

The two were together and whispered for a while.

At this moment, a man in black suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain.

The man in black has a thin face, a slightly pale face, a tall and thin figure, and a black cloak on his shoulders. The whole person stood there like an unsheathed sword.

The look of the man in black is too abrupt. Although all the monks present had better perception than ordinary people, no one saw how the man in black appeared in front of him.

Of course, except for Zifeng. The black's eyes were like swords. He swept across the crowd gently, and the crowd immediately became very quiet.

"My name is Leng Feng, nicknamed Hedgehog, and I am your examiner. I think, without my introduction, the three mountains in front of you are Sanchongtang. You should all know."

"Triple Hall, give you three days to pass. At this time tomorrow, I will be waiting for you at the foot of Desire Mountain on the opposite side. After I appeared, all those who did not descend were eliminated."

The exam has begun.

As soon as the black-clothed man finished speaking, he somehow disappeared from where he was.

All the monks were surprised and looked at where the man in black was standing. It is already empty.

Only Daoan in Zifeng's heart: "This elder Lengfeng's stealth method is definitely ten times better than those murderers."

"If we break through the barriers, the Triple Hall is right in front of us. Why is our brother afraid of difficulties? Let's go!"

All the monks plunged into the mountains.

All the monks climbed the mountain, but a dozen monks stood motionless.

More than a dozen monks are calm and strong.

"A group of thugs."

A young monk wearing a blue combat uniform, with blue long hair over his head, laughed as he watched the crowd swarming up the mountain.

Zifeng glanced at the young man. He saw the young man wearing a blue shirt with long blue hair. He suddenly thought of someone.

This man is the first young genius at the Bailiu Orchid Art and Pearl Academy in the desolate eastern region.

Bailiu City is located in the east of the Eastern Desert. In the early days, it was a battlefield between humans and demons. There are strict folk customs here, and everyone is arrogant, brave, and good at fighting.

Later, Mingzhu Academy gained a firm foothold there and began to spread morality, educate people's wisdom, and recruit disciples. For thousands of years, the Pearl Gate has become the largest gate in the Eastern Desert.

Aunt Lan can stand out from many disciples, and naturally has his own advantages.

It is said that Aunt Lan was born with Lanhuo's physique and genius eyesight. His genius vision is the wings of freedom for all things.

Genius is proud. Naturally, Aunt Lan didn't want to climb the mountain with the mob.

Among a dozen other monks, Zifeng found Wang Jianlong at Dalong Temple in Zhongzhou, and the other one was Xiao Jian from Xichuan.

Zifeng is not familiar with Xiao Jian, but he has only heard of his name. He has met several times on various grand occasions at the Pearl Academy in the past.

Xiao Jian held his shoulders with both hands and said nothing. He didn't even look at Zifeng, just like a stranger.

Seeing Xiao Jian's expression like this, Zifeng naturally wouldn't be self-defeating and ran to greet him. The principle in his life has always been that others respect me, and I respect others. Others turned a blind eye to him with cold faces, and he was naturally happy to be free.

Xiao Jian and Wang Jianlong looked at each other. They walked up the mountain tacitly. Another monk of Dalong Temple, Wang Like Stegosaurus’s male servant, followed Wang Jianlong.

after a little while.

Aunt Lan also walked up the mountain.

A dozen monks started one after another. They disdain to join the mob, but they don't want to fall behind.

Zifeng was the last person to start climbing, not because he wanted to do something new, but because a dozen monks had lost their way and came to the front of the mountain.

Climbing up along the undulating mountain road, the mountain is full of greenery. Even if it is a raised rock, it looks strange and obtrusive, with countless poses. As I climbed higher and higher, the fog in front of me got bigger and bigger. When I climbed halfway up the mountain, I still couldn't see any monks.

Hundreds of monks, like small fish scattered in the river, are scattered among the mountains. No one knows where they have gone.

Zifeng raised his head, glanced at the thicker and thicker fog in front of him, smiled faintly: "The cloud is shrouded in the fog and is opaque. Good weather for assassination and sniper."

Xiao Jian and Wang Jianlong hiding in the dark were suddenly shocked.

Zifeng calmly moved on.

Suddenly, a sword light penetrated the clouds and mist, came to Zifeng and chopped off his head.

Zifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed and held it with his right hand, and gently swung out his huge sword.

Ding.

When the two swords met from the air, sparks shot in all directions.

At this time, a sword was hidden in the dark, quietly and suddenly stab Zifeng's back.

Zifeng's face remained unchanged, and his steps moved slightly. He had just escaped the stabbing behind his back.

However, a black shadow seems to have been calculated for a long time. It suddenly appeared beside Zifeng. When Zifeng's body was still unstable, it had already hit Zifeng's chest with a palm.

"Wow!"

A ferocious dragon came out from the palm of his hand, and the horrible palm weather turned into a black dragon with thin arms, rushing towards Zifeng's chest.

When the time comes, time is fast!

too fast. From the flash of sword light in the fog, to the sword pierced in the back, to the sharp shadow palm, all the attacks occurred between crackles!

The attack of the three people was too tacit. These two swords are just empty moves. The attacks of these two swords were only to force Zifeng to go to the front of the shadow, and also to create conditions for the shadow to assassinate.

In the face of the terrible dragon shadow coming, Zifeng did not change his expression. Facing the shadow of the black dragon, he punched it out!

"Gravel Thunder Fist!"

With a bang, thunder faintly sounded in the air, and rubble rolled in the fog!