Someone said: "Master Meng, Senior Brother Qin and Senior Brother Zhao cannot go into seclusion, we are no match for Junior Leng."

"There is no one who dares to come up to challenge Leng Fei in such a huge central palace?" Meng Chaoyun's face was as gloomy as iron stone, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Is this your bloody nature?"

Some of them showed a look of shame, while others disagreed.

If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. If you can't beat it, you have to go up to find abuse. This is not a bloody nature, but a humiliation.

In the martial arts world, the strong are respected, and the powerful are respected. You cannot defeat yourself just because he is a junior brother.

So there is nothing embarrassing about this.

Leng Fei stood calmly on the stage, his face was solemn and solemn, and he didn't say a word.

"Okay, that's Leng Fei's victory!" Meng Chaoyun's face turned blue with anger, feeling extremely embarrassing.

Leng Fei is just a practice of energy, and he has just entered Jingxue Palace, but has not yet practiced the unique skills of Jingxue Palace.

All the disciples of Jingxue Palace are geniuses. They have practiced Jingxue Palace's strange learning for so long and have the teachings of themselves and others, but they cannot beat Leng Fei.

He felt his face lost.

This is simply a failure of Jingxue Palace!

Leng Fei clasped his fists and said quietly: "Thank you, senior brothers, for your concession!"

Meng Chaoyun sang: "Sky Thunder Knife!"

Two middle-aged men jumped up from the crowd and fell to Leng Fei. A middle-aged man with a red face was holding a small box with a dark luster.

Leng Fei looked at the small box in surprise, it was only the size of a palm, which was different from what he thought.

The middle-aged man with a red face handed the small box to Leng Fei: "Here is the Sky Thunder Knife."

Leng Fei took it and opened it, and there was a flying knife with purple light inside.

As soon as the flying knife appeared, Leng Fei felt a sense of intimacy.

He smiled, reached out his hand gently, and wanted to pick up the flying knife.

"Slow down!" A loud shout came from the crowd.

Leng Fei ignored it and reached out to grab the flying knife.

The tentacles are warm, the blade is warm, like a piece of warm jade, as cold as other swords.

He had a feeling of blending, as if this was part of his body, connected by flesh and blood.

He sighed lightly, the thunder seal was clear, and the five rays of lightning were flowing continuously, faster, as if they were more lively.

Unfortunately, there was no lightning in the blade, and it could not enhance the lightning, but the strange feeling of intimacy and blood connection had already satisfied him.

The thoughts that were originally tied to a flying knife around my waist suddenly broke and then naturally fell on the sky thunder knife.

Suddenly, his god and the Heavenly Thunder Sword were united together, and he seemed to become this Heavenly Thunder Sword, and the Heavenly Thunder Sword became himself.

"Slow down!" As Duan shouted, a figure flew up, flew past the crowd, and slowly fell in front of Leng Fei like feathers.

Leng Fei looked at him calmly and held the Sky Thunder Knife tightly.

This is a heroic young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a lion's nose and a wide mouth, looking at himself and having a heroic demeanor.

Leng Fei hugged his fists: "I wonder if this senior brother is..."

"I'm down to Qin Wangchuan." The young man in the valiant warrior clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I'm here to challenge you, junior brother!"

Leng Fei shook his head and said calmly: "Senior Brother Qin, you are one step late. I have announced that I am the number one in the game. Please be as early as next time!"

"Little Junior Brother, do you dare to compete with me!" Qin Wangchuan stared at him with big eyes and said slowly: "Little Junior Brother, you won, the blood coagulation pill and a thousand taels of silver belong to you. If I win, it belongs to me."

"Okay." Leng Fei agreed happily.

Qin Wangchuan was not unyielding to the Sky Thunder Sword, which made Leng Feisheng feel good about him and was indeed a generous person.

He is also generous to generous people, so there is no need to be petty, and he is already satisfied with the Tianlei Sword.

His god and the Heavenly Thunder Sword are indescribable mystery.

Everyone was greatly inspired.

Qin Wangchuan and Zhao Tiexia are all geniuses that are rare in Jingxue Palace in a century, far above everyone else.

The rest of the people won't beat Leng Fei, and their hopes are all placed on them. As for the young palace lord Yang Ruobing, they will not be able to compete.

Qin Wangchuan said in a deep voice: "Be careful when practicing the Baiyang Divine Palm below!"

He usually slapped a palm, and as he spoke, his right palm had reached Leng Fei's chest, which was astonishingly fast.

Leng Fei punched it out with a light punch.

"Pooh!" It seemed like a small stone fell from the deep well.

Before the fist and palm could be intersected, Qin Wangchuan paused.

The Taiyue Soul-Suppressing Hammer emitted invisible ripples in the air, making Qin Wangchuan feel dazed and dizzy.

Leng Fei pressed Qin Wangchuan's chest and squeezed it gently.

Qin Wangchuan felt like a rope was tied behind him, and he was suddenly pulled out and flew towards the crowd under the platform.

He suddenly turned in the air and landed lightly. He looked at Leng Fei with a solemn expression and nodded slowly: "My junior brother is good at boxing, and admire him!"

He shook his head at Meng Chaoyun: "Master Meng, my junior brother is indeed very stunning in his cultivation and feels inferior to himself."

He was awake now, but he was dizzy just now. It was obviously caused by that punch. Such boxing is really magical, and it is not unfair to lose to such boxing.

What's more, he felt the feeling of being unable to control Leng Fei, and he was like a small stone under the craziest waves.

Meng Chaoyun's face had returned to normal, and he smiled and nodded: "Open and honest, well done!"

Since Qin Wangchuan was invincible, he could not blame Xue Gong. Leng Fei is indeed a monster with a unique talent.

If he can worship Jingxue Palace, it is actually a great joyful event for Jingxue Palace.

Everyone curled their lips secretly.

If you can't beat your junior brother Leng Fei, it will be embarrassing. If you can't beat your junior brother, it will be open-minded and really partial!

Alas..., who has made Senior Brother Zhao have high cultivation and good talent? There is no way to be partial to him?

Meng Chaoyun clapped his face.

Two middle-aged men just now floated to Leng Fei, one handed over a thousand taels of silver notes and the other handed over a bottle of blood coagulation pill.

Leng Fei accepted it calmly, with a smile on his lips, obviously very satisfied.

Everyone was envious and helpless.

"Leng Fei, don't participate in the competition next time." Meng Chaoyun said.

Leng Fei smiled and said, "Shi Bo Meng, I want to win a few more rewards."

Meng Chaoyun smiled and said, "You are a disciple of the lower palace. After winning the Central Palace Competition, the reward will be doubled. But there is no more Thunder Sword, so you can use a treasure robe to pay for it."

Leng Fei was excited.

He had great expectations for Baoyi, but unfortunately he was not a qi-training man. It was a waste of resources to wear Baoyi on his body. The power of Baoyi requires internal energy to be activated. Without internal energy, Baoyi is just an ordinary piece of clothing.

If you can get the treasure garment, you will be willing to waste even if you waste your natural resources.

Meng Chaoyun said: "Junior Brother Lu, come here."

"Okay." The middle-aged man with red face who had sent Leng Feitian Lei Sword to the red face nodded and floated away. After a moment, he came back and had a box in his hand.

The box, which is only one foot square, is purple.

He handed the box directly to Leng Fei: "Please take it."

Leng Fei took it and opened the box. It was a soft purple shirt inside, which was no different from the purple shirt he usually wore.

He looked up at Meng Chaoyun.

Meng Chaoyun smiled and said, "This is a treasure robe, which can even protect the head, as long as you activate the internal energy to penetrate the shoulders."

Leng Fei took out his purple shirt and shook it gently.

The purple shirt suddenly fell down, which was indeed different from the material of my clothes. At first glance, it looked like cloth, but it was actually a strange material.

He smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Master Meng!"

"We Jingxue Palace have always highly valued people. As long as you are strong enough, you don't have to worry about not having any treasures and silver!" Meng Chaoyun said.

Leng Fei nodded vigorously.

He was completely satisfied and knew that too much was not enough, so he jumped off the platform and stood in the audience watching people start drawing lots to fight.

His spirit is completely in line with the Thunder Sword.
Chapter completed!