Gu Feng defeated two powerful mysterious teenagers in a row. He defended his dignity and kept his own champion crown. At the moment, he is domineering and arrogant, and he has the power to sacrifice himself.

The audience burst into loud applause and shouts, which is his glory. Although his body was a little shaky at the moment, no one dared to underestimate him.

The simple words of the ancient style have fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the current audience, and everyone seems to have brought themselves into the role of the ancient style.

Who dares to fight when he is arrogant and invincible at the same level?

After a long time, the applause and cheers stopped. Nangong was coming to the ancient wind. He took a small hand of the ancient wind and shouted to the crowd: "now, I announce that the ancient wind of wuliangzong is the gold body realm champion of this Qunying meeting, but who else disagrees?"

"Yes, who dares to disagree? I'm the first to cut him!" There was a loud roar of activists under the stage, which resonated with a group of people.

"Good! Now that we have no objection, let's continue to present awards and awards! " Nangong was speaking to the crowd, and a great spirit circulated around him again, wrapping the ancient style in.

At this moment, the ancient wind only felt that he was bathing in the spring breeze. He felt particularly comfortable, and his weakness was swept away. This is Nangong. He is helping him recover from his injury.

Then Nangong Zheng invited the previous three disciples to the battle platform again, and was ready to give awards to several people. But then another voice sounded: "ha ha, they can't stop giving awards. Let's start exchanging our bets!"

According to prestige, the man who spoke was the middle-aged God. With a wave of his big hand, he collected more than 100 million top-grade Yuanjing stones floating in front of a thousand tiger dragon guards. He was satisfied.

"Liar! This damn liar! " At this moment, countless people were red eyed and scolded one after another. They wanted to eat this middle-aged God.

"Hehe, you are too greedy and unstable. No wonder others!" The middle-aged man who bet 100000 on ancient customs spoke again. Today he is also a small winner.

He came to the middle-aged gods with a smile and exchanged his bet. With the principal, he pocketed a full 200000 top-grade crystal yuan.

"My Amethyst!" Seeing that the prize was being cashed over there, the ancient wind finally reacted. With a wave of his small hand, he collected another 10 million top-grade Yuanjing stones floating in the air into the ring.

"Cluck!" In this way, 20 million of the best yuan spar came to hand. A silly smile appeared on the ancient wind's face, making everyone speechless.

Nangong also put on a smile at this time. He took the crown on the tray in the hands of a girl and said to the ancient wind, "well, let's start presenting awards now. Congratulations on becoming an undisputed champion."

"Thank you!"

The crown was put on. At this moment, the ancient wind felt his head warm, and a strange soft force began to warm his eyebrows. There was the location of the holy palace.

The road of cultivation is to cultivate Qi, then convert it into mana, and then use mana to harden the body. When the physical body reaches a peak, you have to cultivate the yuan God, which is the so-called divine palace realm.

After the refining and strengthening of the original God, it is to build a god bridge leading to the way of heaven. After the yuan God ascends to heaven step by step along the God bridge, he becomes a God, that is, the God in people's mouth, which is superior to all living beings. This is the path of monks.

The ultimate goal of countless people is to become a God. However, few people are really successful, and the Dragon kingdom is invisible. The two great gods in the martial arts arena today are not from the Dragon Kingdom at all.

Wearing the crown, the ancient wind takes a step forward again, and looks arrogantly at the world.

Countless admiring eyes were handed over. Everyone held their breath and wanted to hear what the ancient style wanted to say.

After the ancient wind glanced around, he raised a small hand, waved it under the stage, and shouted, "Hello, my name is ancient wind..."

Dong!

A group of people fell and were knocked down by the ancient wind. We waited for a long time, but the ancient wind jumped out such a sentence. Countless people felt very hurt at this moment.

Poof!

Wuliangzong laughed one by one. This little martial brother... Speechless!

"My name is Gu Feng. I won the gold body realm championship with the cultivation of Fahai realm. After you go back, help me publicize more!" The ancient style still goes its own way and introduces itself with a small hand.

"Ha ha, I'm talking about ancient customs. Let's ask the whole dragon Kingdom, who doesn't know you now? Do you still need us to promote it for you? You won two championships in a row at the age of seven. Isn't there anything else to say? "

The audience began to coax, and the atmosphere was very warm. Even those who lost yuanjingshi opened their hearts one by one at this time. They are all happy for the ancient customs. Anyway, the ancient customs are people of the Dragon kingdom. They have not lost to an outsider, so they have not lost the prestige of the Chinese people.

"Yes, you won two championships. Don't you have anything else to say?" Someone agrees and wants to hear something else from the ancient style.

"Well, let me sing a song for you. This is my mood at the moment!" Helpless, the ancient wind spoke.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that our ancient customs can sing in addition to cultivating demons. Well, we'll all wait!"

The old wind cleared his throat and began to sing:

How... How lonely invincible is.

How... How empty invincible is.

Alone in the peak... The cold wind blowing constantly, my loneliness, who can understand me?

After singing, the ancient wind returned to the seat of wuliangzong in a group of laughter.

"Ha ha, boss, you really don't know how to be ashamed. You dare to say invincible before your accomplishments have reached the Golden State?" Back at the table, runny nose was the first to ridicule the ancient style.

"Yes, younger martial brother, I'm too ashamed, but... I like it! Ha ha! " Several elder martial sisters who have a very good relationship with ancient customs began to pinch their little faces again. Everyone made a mess.

"Oh, I'm so big that I haven't had such a good baby. Younger martial brother, give me this crown!" Mo Xiaoqian grabbed the crown of the ancient style with a look of love.

This can be anxious to break the ancient style. He began to rob madly: "that's mine. Who robbed me turned against who."

"Oh, my younger martial brother is so capable that he still wants to fight us. Come on, let's clean him up together and let him know that he respects his teacher."

So, the ancient wind was held down by a group of people, some pinched his face, some scratched his armpit, and some spanked his little ass