Chapter 383： Flower Spirit Host

Today, the emperor of the Huoyang Kingdom is from Wu Zhuangyuan, and his own strength is already a deterrent. The two drums are also powerful. Was pushed to the climax.

The representative of the Sirius family is really not very good when it comes to body appearance, but he also has strange skills that ordinary people can't. At the beginning of the match between the two sides, the wolf race representatives jumped up and leaped backwards for several weeks. When he landed, his limbs touched the ground at the same time, and his eyes seemed full of endless anger Can't force it.

Seeing him raise his head to the sky and make a terrible wolf howl, this howl instantly overshadowed all the sounds in the field. Immediately after that, there were countless sharp steel thorns protruding everywhere in the whole body! There are tiny thorns on both sides of the cheek.

"Oh, what a half-werewolf!" Feng Zhiheng standing opposite the werewolf in the field felt a little speechless. He never imagined that the Sirius had even sent out a suckling little werewolf to challenge himself, perhaps because his identity as a guest did not attract enough attention.

"What do you mean by that?" The opposite werewolf player, who was so aggressive, glared at Feng Zhiheng.

"Feng Mou heard that the people of your Sirius family were all put into the wolf pack when they were born. Only after living there for three years will you be eligible to return to your Sirius family. You are the most powerful The martial art is to fight through the injection of wild wolf blood and practice evolutionary werewolf transformation. If I know well, the highest level of werewolf transformation is completely transformed from human form into wolf form. Once it evolves to that point, it is not only Can rule your Sirius family, and can also command the real wolf pack! But you, the werewolf transformation technique, seems to have not even reached the middle of the fire, what is it not a half-hanging werewolf? "

Feng Xin Zhiheng spoke out, and most of the supporters of Wangcheng heard boos. Provoking the opposite, the little waver lost his face, unable to do so for a while, and dared to rush towards Feng Zhiheng.

I saw Feng Zhiheng's feet move very neatly! Such a random shock, the opposite werewolf semi-finished product was flew out by a powerful true Qi shock.

There was another round of applause, and the little werewolf was not hurt too much, except that he no longer seemed to have the face and the courage to rush to the wind and balance.

Gradually, the audience under the stands even made gestures to drive him off. After all, this unilateral dish abuse competition simply couldn't satisfy their taste.

"Damn it! If it weren't for our patriarch's secret calculations, would it be the turn of the surnamed wind to win the power? Young Master, don't be discouraged, let's come to Japan to lead!"

The little werewolf regained its human form and returned to the tribe of the werewolf triumphantly. Perhaps at this moment, only those of his clan were still encouraging him.

On the huge platform, Feng Zhiheng won the battle effortlessly at this moment. Even the emperor who had just assisted him was not addicted. In this way, the Sirius family is afraid that there is no drama.

However, at the moment, a silver-haired old man sitting in the front row of the He family in Nanjun looked at Feng Zhiheng on the stage with deep meaning. The two just smiled at each other, and there was no obvious movement. Then the old man nodded slightly towards his clan, and then turned his head.

The crowds of people off the court still played an important role in rendering the atmosphere of the game. At this moment, before the master of ceremonies on the stage spoke, a figure emerged from the location of the He family in Nanjun, and then a perfect turn turned and landed in the center of the competition venue. The fan folded in the hand and the two temples fluttered in the wind It is He Jiyang, the famous son of the world.

The handsome and detached figure suddenly shouted loudly in the audience! Numerous young girls who loved Douhoukai didn't care about their own image, and they braved their Xiupa to cheer for their dreams. The audience who originally supported Feng Zhiheng also turned their backs at this time, making Feng Zhiheng on the opposite side smile and shook his head gently.

However, Feng Zhiheng made a move that shocked the audience again. Seeing him slowly turn around, politely salute, and reverently spoke to the emperor on the high platform.

"Your Majesty, today can be said to be the strongest prosperity of my Huoyang Kingdom for the third time in three years. The strong men of different ethnic groups in various states gathered together to compete and compete for the guardianship of the next royal city. As a guest outside the royal family, Feng Family is also a part of the royal city, and sincerely devoted himself to the guardianship of my royal city, according to the opinion of the micro ministers, this time, I still focus on observing and studying. "

Below Yan Li could not help but nodded his head, knowing that this wind old man was really good at squeezing the fire, the name of this King Wu was really not picked up.

Feng Zhiheng's hard work, only to see that the emperor on the high platform gently twisted his beard, without much thought, he agreed.

As the Zhiyi brother of Feng Zhiheng, the emperor of the Huoyang Kingdom naturally knew that Feng Zhiheng's strength was not comparable to that of ordinary Fanbang leaders. Looking at the entire Wangcheng, few people had the strength to compete with him. This time withdrawing from war naturally has a certain reason.

After getting the emperor's permission, Feng Zhiheng returned to the rest area where the Xin family was in the cheers of the audience from the Quartet. During the period, he also nodded with Yan who was sitting beside him.

"He Jun, a descendant of the He family in Nanjun, is fighting for battle and is willing to learn from the alien masters of various Fan states." He Jiyang said politely, but his eyes glowed with lilac light were staring closely at the area where the Ling Feng family was.

Feng Yuchen just glanced gently in the direction of He Jiyang, and he no longer stayed in the slightest gaze. However, she was keenly aware of the moment just before Patriarch Ling Feng was doing something for He Jiyang on the court for no reason.

The slender eyelashes twitched slightly, and Feng Yuchen's thoughts suddenly turned, as if he had thought of something. Subconsciously touched the mark on his left wrist. The touch of crystal on his forehead also flashed a light. At the moment, it was Cong Rui's thoughts like Yu Chen, and it was unclear whether she had done it right or wrong this time. Her bargaining chips are all in despair.

Ancestral hall of Fengfu North Courtyard.

In the middle of the ancestral hall is a mild-faced Miller Buddha. The huge Buddha statue occupies almost one third of the entire temple. On the futon in front of the Buddha statue was sitting on his knees at the moment a pale old man, holding a bead in one hand and a wooden fish in the other, accompanied by the ringing Buddhist sounds in this temple, the Buddha's words were chanted again and again in his mouth, his heart was relaxed , Seems to have been integrated with everything here.

Until the old man chanted the entire content of the Buddhist scriptures, a very strange spiritual breath instantly filled the entire ancestral hall with no signs. Then the next moment, the old man who was kneeling on the futon ignited a blazing flame.

Unexpectedly, the old man was still calm, and he calmly waved around the body with ease, then faded the raging flame around him.

"Ling Feng clan masters came from afar, why not enter the temple?" The old man put down the Buddha in his hand and slowly opened his long silent eyes. His eyes seemed to conceal endless sharpness.

However, there was still no figure seen in the ancestral hall, but a dark red spiritual group was faintly condensed at the door, blocking the mottled light scattered outside the door. But he has never seen this group of scented breath turned into a human form.

"Where is the reincarnated flower spirit?" There was a faint voice in the deep red breath. The peaceful tone did not break the atmosphere of tranquility and peace in the temple at this moment.

Seeing that the old man was still expressionless, but at the moment his body had movements, and his body as he knelt as he turned turned flat and unprovoked, facing the air behind him.

The old man stared at the breath of flames, his hands folded, and slowly said, "What does it mean to come to this reincarnated person without knowing the donor from afar?"

The old man didn't hear any sound, only to see that a faint cyan light burst suddenly appeared in the central part of the deep red blaze, and finally gathered in one place, a feather-like pattern appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, the old man could not maintain his calmness when he saw the pattern, and his eyebrows twitched for a moment before closing his eyes again.

"Where is the reincarnated person now? The old and the dead are completely unaware, and they are sent to the messenger."

In a trance, the dark red flames at the door completely disappeared, and the spiritual power that had originally flowed in the ancestral hall also disappeared. Everything seemed to have returned to calm, but the old man's heart kept surging up.

"I don't know if Chen'er is a blessing or a curse!" For a long while, the melodious Zen sounded again in the ancestral hall.

The huge palace is still full of human voices and joy at the moment. At the moment, the master of the South County, He Jiyang, who is a master of the five big fan states, sees the young girl under the stage. The other Fanbang alien masters are all bursting with hearts, they never thought that he was just a talented hairy boy three years ago, but now he has become a leader of the Megatron side, and his shot is fierce. , The subtlety of the means all amazed the audience.

But Yan Yan was a bit sleepy at the moment. He really hoped that he could come to the main event. After all, what he was waiting for was a bitter drama, and he was nothing more than to be the elder of the mandarin duck.

"This round of the competition is over, the He family of Nanjun wins, and the spoils: a **** moon scimitar, gold 20,000! I do n’t know which representative of the forces you want to accept the challenge next?"

With the words of the master of the court, the cheers of the audience were as strong as the mountains and the tsunami. It's just that the remaining few alien leaders look at me, I look at you, no one has made this determination. After the previous rounds of competition, they have already seen that with their own forces, they can't beat the battle platform. He Jiyang, who has been on the past, is not what he used to be. This also dispels this kind of thought.

At this time, the wind bath dust on the stands only felt a cool breeze blowing around him, and the surrounding spiritual power surged for a moment, and this figure of Patriarch Ling Feng appeared on the battle platform.

The Ling Feng family once claimed to be the first martial art inheritance of the small world, and the clan was naturally born to be the dead rival of the people in the ghost road. At the moment, they appeared on the battle platform. Their appearance is no one, no ghost, no ghost. At this moment, it seems to be a fierce appearance.

However, this time He Jiyang was the first to speak on stage.

"Oh, it's the rats of the Ling Feng family! It seems that I really underestimate you. Without oiling under your feet, you can roll back into your mountains, and even have a face here!

"Oh, speaking of this, I really want to thank He Shinie. If you didn't appear in time to send carbon to my Lingfeng family in the snow, we really can't come up with anything to participate in this competition!"

The smile on the face of He Jiyang, who saw the other side, disappeared instantly, and his figure flashed a bit quickly, and came to the opposite white-bearded elder. The technique of Can Xueling's confusion was staged again, and the two people who were close to each other suddenly rose a faint purple light. At this moment, it seemed to the outside world that there was a wave of vain, as if the two had already been fighting.

"Old man, what kind of tricks do you want to play? Don't want to use my stuff to talk to me about trading. No one can control her except me! Just as you can't control it to the limit! Don't use illusory things as capital Come talk to me about the conditions! "

Yanli Wenyan suddenly raised a trace of disgust in her heart, and it was obvious that Feng Yuchen and her love lover were both regarded as bargaining chips. It seemed that he really needed to clear some obstacles for the two of them!

"No, you are wrong. It's definitely not my Lingfeng's capital, but hers!" Lingfeng clan's long mouth twitched a proud arc of light voice.