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The Nascent Soul stage cultivator from Black Wind Stronghold was stunned.

He never would have thought that the famed Chen Feng would actually say such domineering words. Knowing that Chen Feng had walked onto the arena, he had yet to come back to his senses.

"Ancestor, you are the most powerful one. I admire you so much!" Below, the Jindan Stage cultivator that had poisoned Lanruo said confidently, his face full of flattery.

It was not that he was ignorant or ill-informed. When the matter with Chen Feng last night was spreading like wildfire, he was at the moment entangled with a few loose juniors who were hiding in a cave in the outskirts. When the competition was about to begin, he finally got up from the stomachs of those few delicate women and came here alone.

After arriving here, he was wholeheartedly flattering the Nascent Soul stage ancestor in front of him. How could he have the time to care about who Chen Feng was?

The Nascent Soul stage cultivator from Black Wind Stronghold glared at the person below. If he was not on the stage, he would have ripped this bastard apart alive.

However, in the eyes of those late stage Jindan Stage disciples, his expression had changed.

"Yi, why is the ancestor staring at me? Am I not strong enough? " This person's heart was suddenly enlightened as his voice once again boomed, "Ancestor is so mighty, beating this brat up until he piss his pants. Even his father doesn't recognize him!"

The crowd was stunned. Where did this weirdo come from? Was he trying to curry favor or draw aggro?

The face of the Black Wind Stronghold's Nascent Soul stage disciples had already turned black. Chen Feng had already entered the arena and could not retreat. Since that was the case, he might as well go all out.

"Senior Chen Feng, this way!" The Black Wind Stronghold's Nascent Soul stage cultivator summoned a pitch black flying sword, and without saying anything further, it headed towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at this person with contempt. Only when the flying sword reached him did he slowly raise his hand and pinch the tip of the flying sword.

Following that, Chen Feng raised his leg and kicked the Black Wind Stronghold's Nascent Soul Stage cultivator's lower abdomen. The formidable force sent the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator flying towards the side of the stage.

"Ancestor, please be careful …" Oh, don't come over! " The poisoned Aurous Core stage cultivator only felt his vision grow dimmer and dimmer. In the next moment, his body was smashed to the ground by the revered Nascent Soul stage elder. The huge impact from the impact had completely flattened his chest, causing him to die.

"This is the result of harming my friend!" Chen Feng looked coldly at the flattened late stage of the Jindan Stage and said in his heart.

"Weng ~ ~ ~" A slight tremble could be heard as a golden core suddenly flew up from the stomach of the dead late stage Jindan. It swayed in front of the Nascent Soul stage disciples of Black Wind Stronghold as if it was seeking protection.

"I told you to speak nonsense!" A pair of large hands roughly held onto the Jindan in the palm of their hand and began to ruthlessly knead it. It was the Nascent Soul stage cultivator from Black Wind Sect. At this moment, he was venting all his frustrations on Jindan.

"Ah, Ancestor, please don't!" The Jindan let out an extremely terrified scream, and then it abruptly stopped. It turned out that the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator had used his true essence to kill the remnant soul on the Jindan.

This farce ended with the extinction of the remnant soul. The Nascent Soul stage cultivator from Black Wind Stronghold dejectedly returned to his own camp.

This time, even though the Black Wind Stronghold was strong, he was the only one who wasn't even thirty years old yet who was at the Nascent Soul stage. His defeat meant that the Black Wind Stronghold had no chance to participate in this year's Cangzhou Grand Competition.

"Second brother, what should we do?" The Black Dragon looked at the Black Sun and asked unwillingly.

"Don't worry. Even if Chen Feng really becomes the arena master, he won't be qualified to participate in the Azure Province competition!" Hei Ri looked at Chen Feng's tall figure and said in a neither fast nor slow manner.

… ….

"Great! Chen Feng has become a arena master!" The one who was most excited was Liu Yiyi. Like a jubilant skylark, she cheered, "Senior Sister Lanruo, look! Chen Feng has taken revenge for you!"

At this moment, Liu Yiyi was like a young wife seeing her husband rise to prominence. Her entire body was filled with pride.

Bai Muxue also looked at Chen Feng quietly, a sincere happiness in his clear eyes.

However, when they saw that Chen Feng had become the arena master, some of them gnashed their teeth in hatred.

Bu Jian stood on arena number 18 and furiously glared at Chen Feng. He clenched his fists tightly and said, "Hmph, one day, I will make you die a miserable death!"

On the side of the Wechat faction, he stood there coldly, looking at Chen Feng. It was unknown what he was thinking about. For some reason, his hair had turned white overnight.

"Jing Feng, you need to calm down. Now is not the time to be emotional!" A beautiful lady whispered to him.

"Mother, I can't tolerate this anymore, I must kill him!" His eyes seemed to be on fire, "I have no him, he has no me!"

As he spoke, he had already dashed towards the third ring where Chen Feng was standing.

"This child!" The beautiful lady helplessly looked in the direction that Qi Jing Feng had rushed to. She wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by a middle-aged man standing next to her.

"After being defeated by Chen Feng, an inner demon has already appeared in Jing Feng's heart. If we don't kill Chen Feng with our own hands, Jing Feng will never advance! " The middle-aged man said with a deep expression.

"But, Chen Feng is so amazing..." The beautiful lady was still extremely worried.

The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the white hair of Cang Jing Feng from a distance, his face full of confidence: "Don't forget, father called this kid over for an entire night yesterday, I wonder what benefits he got."

Pausing for a moment, the middle-aged man continued, "Moreover, do you think that Jing Feng would dare to challenge Chen Feng without a certain level of confidence?"

… ….

Chen Feng, who was standing on the arena, suddenly felt a strong sound of breaking wind. He turned around and saw Cang Zhaofeng flying rapidly towards Ring Three! After a single breath, he landed firmly on the arena. He looked coldly at Chen Feng and a strong fighting spirit surged out from him.

"Look, isn't that the young master of the Cang Luo Sect?" The crowd burst into an uproar once again. Everyone's gaze turned towards Ring Three. Even the pair of Nascent Soul stage cultivators that were fighting stopped their fight in tacit understanding. They wanted to see what would happen to Chen Feng and Cang Jingfeng.

"Last night, didn't he escape in a sorry state after being beaten up by Chen Feng? Why is it that after one night, he actually dares to challenge Chen Feng?" Could it be that he has something to rely on now? " Everyone had a question in their hearts, and a strong curiosity caused them to stare fixedly at Ring Three.

"Chen Feng, I want you dead!" He stared fiercely at Chen Feng, just like an eagle staring at its prey.

Chen Feng looked at him and paid no attention to him. Instead, he turned his gaze towards the several disciples of the Wechat faction who were below the arena.

He loudly questioned, "How did you do this? Didn't you all test the age of your bones? How did you make this old man come here?"

After saying that, Chen Feng stared at the head full of white hair as if pointing a finger at him. He had a harsh look on his face.