Xiao Feng's voice was not very loud, but it clearly spread throughout the stadium!
Everyone was shocked. Xiao Feng had made a declaration of war against the middle-aged generation in the ancient martial arts world?
Especially the younger generation, they all smiled bitterly, they were just a joke!
Some people really want to point at Xiao Feng's nose and say, boy, who do you think you are? How old are you, and you want to challenge the middle-aged generation?
However, when they saw Xiong Tianba slowly climbing up from the stage, they all shut their mouths and defeated Xiong Tianba. Xiao Feng had the strength to challenge the middle-aged generation!
Xiong Tianba looked at Xiao Feng's back and smiled bitterly. He was just happy to see Lie Xin before and wanted to test how strong this guy was, but now he was defeated by him!
However, Xiong Tianba is similar to Yan Tian. He belongs to the type of martial arts fanatic. Apart from being a little depressed, he has no other thoughts. At most, he just feels that his skills are not as good as others, which is a bit embarrassing!
"Damn, Brother Feng is so domineering!" Zhang Yu waved his fist and his face turned red with excitement.
"Yes, he is so strong that it is unreal." Huo Tian also nodded: "Do you think that after we practice ancient martial arts, we will become so strong in the future?"
"Of course, but we definitely won't be such monsters!"
"Haha, this guy is indeed a monster!" Pang Dahai also smiled bitterly. You know, when he first met Xiao Feng, he could torture him!
In just over a year, Xiao Feng can now abuse him easily!
Xiao Feng swept away his previous lazy look and stood on the stage like an unsheathed sword. He glanced across the audience and murmured in his heart, it turns out that it feels so good to show off in public!
"It is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and each generation becomes stronger than the last..."
"Yes, when Jing Moxian swept through the old and middle generations, he was already in his thirties, but what about this guy? He was still so young..."
"I'm not as emotional as you. I just feel that these two are the nemesis sent by God..." A master from the older generation smiled bitterly. Back then, Jing Moxian was like a bright sun, but they, like stars,
, no matter how bright it is, the light is blocked...
Now, they are old, and Jing Moxian has also come, but Jing Moxian's grandson has risen again and suppressed their grandson again. Is there any way for people to survive like this?
Nangong Ji gently stroked his beard and showed a happy smile. He regarded Xiao Feng as half a disciple and witnessed his growth step by step, so he was very happy to see him achieve his current strength!
"Old man Jing, you still win!" Nangong Ji murmured slowly. When he heard Jing Moxian say that he wanted to raise this child free-range, he actually stopped him, thinking that he was wasting a good young man who was practicing martial arts!
But now it seems that Jing Moxian is still one step ahead, using free-range methods to cultivate masters who can sweep away the younger generation!
"Hey, do you think there will be a middle-aged generation to challenge?" someone asked in a low voice.
"have no idea."
"Haha, Yuanyue, go up and try Master Xiao." An elder from the Shaolin Temple said with a chuckle.
"Yes!" A middle-aged monk nodded and jumped onto the ring.
Seeing the middle-aged monk come on stage, the crowd became quiet. Some people who knew this monk were surprised. This man is a real strong man. It is said that he is a rare martial artist in Shaolin Temple in the past thirty years.
Wizard!
Behind this martial arts prodigy, there are three elders who teach him. He can be said to be a living sign of Shaolin Temple!
"I remember that the Full Moon Monk ranked third among the middle-aged generation, right?" someone said slowly.
"Well, he should be the most powerful person of the middle-aged generation here today."
"No, didn't you see that Jin Dao is still sitting there?"
"What? Golden Sword King Wu is here too?" Someone was surprised.
"Um."
"Hey, there's a good show to watch!"
"Donor, I am Yuan Yue, a warrior monk from Shaolin Temple, here to ask for advice." Yuan Yue held the Buddha's gift in one hand and said slowly.
Xiao Feng looked at this monk and raised his eyebrows. This guy is definitely a powerful enemy. Even he now doesn't dare to be careless at all!
"The middle-aged generation, ranked third." Yan Tian introduced Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng squinted his eyes, as expected!
"Master Yuanyue, let me walk around with you!" Xiao Feng thought for a while and nodded.
He just announced in public that the middle-aged generation can challenge him. If he refuses now, wouldn't he slap himself in the face? Xiao Feng can't do such a thing!
"Okay!" Yuanyue Monk nodded: "I'm offended!"
"Come on!" Xiao Feng took two steps back, mobilized all his inner strength, and at the same time locked his eyes on the Moon Monk, not daring to be careless!
"Drink!" The Moon Monk shouted softly, and the yellow robe on his body moved automatically without wind. He flicked his sleeves and made a whistling sound like a sharp blade.
Xiao Feng was shocked. Is this the legendary Shaolin Iron Sleeve Kung Fu?
"Donor, be careful!" the Moon Monk warned, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Xiao Feng, flicked his long sleeves, and hit Xiao Feng's chest.
Xiao Feng retreated violently, not daring to make a direct attack. At the same time, he was brewing six levels of energy, looking for opportunities.
Brush brush brush.
The flying iron sleeves were dazzling, and Xiao Feng kept retreating until he reached the edge of the stage, with no way to retreat!
"Not good!" Xiao Feng stepped into the air and was shocked. He raised his body and kicked out hard with his right foot.
boom.
Xiao Feng's right foot collided with the Yuan Yue Monk's palm, and then he used his own strength to flip over in the air, let out a breath, and almost fell down.
"What a handsome Qinggong!" The Moon Monk's eyes lit up and he waved his iron sleeves again.
Xiao Feng cursed in his heart, Damn it, is this a monk or an opera singer? Why is he waving his sleeves?
boom.
Xiao Feng made an oversight and suddenly a hand came out from the sleeve of his yellow robe and pressed it on his chest.
As soon as he spat out his strength, Xiao Feng felt a sharp pain in his chest. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, his inner strength surged, and he took the opponent's palm forcefully!
puff.
Even so, Xiao Feng took a few steps back, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then turned pale.
As if the Moon Monk didn't see Xiao Feng being injured, he launched a fierce critical attack.
"Damn it, you damn bald donkey, you made me angry, I will return this slap twice as much!" Xiao Feng secretly gritted his teeth, and his aura surged again.
Next, the discussion resumes.
"Xiao Feng is injured!"
"Well, the Full Moon Monk ranks third, and his combat prowess can defeat many older masters. Xiao Feng is still too young!"
"Keep reading, I think Xiao Feng might have some back-ups!"
On the stage, Xiao Feng changed his previous moves and started to open and close them. It was a head-on attack!
Yuan Yue Monk narrowed his eyes. He was a skilled foreigner in martial arts, and this was the last thing he was afraid of!
Bang bang bang.
The two of them fought continuously, and while Xiao Feng used his six-fold strength, he also used his clever strength to hit a cow across a mountain!
boom.
The two sleeves of the Full Moon Monk were all shattered by Xiao Feng Anjin, revealing two muscular arms!
"Fight!" Xiao Feng's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He was taking strange steps under his feet, his ancient martial arts skills were running, and his whole person had completely reached the peak level!
Many people of the older generation turned green in the face. They asked themselves, if it were them who went up there, they would probably not be Xiao Feng's opponent!
This means that, in fact, Xiao Feng already has the strength to challenge the older generation!
The Full Moon Monk also felt the pressure, but he refused to retreat and took turns using the unique skills of the Shaolin Temple!
boom.
Xiao Feng exchanged a blow with Yuan Yue Monk again and spat out with great force, knocking the latter back five or six steps!
The Moon Monk's expression changed. Where did this guy get such majestic inner strength?
"End it!" Xiao Feng roared, and his half-baked seventh-level energy exploded!
boom.
The Full Moon Monk flew out upside down, and Xiao Feng's feet softened and he sat down on the ground!
Yes, Xiao Feng used the seventh level of strength, and he could already use it, but the price was that all his strength was drained, just like when he used the sixth level of strength!
Moreover, he usually cannot use the seventh level of energy at all, but with the domineering strength of the Full Moon Monk, he directly stimulates the meridians, and surprisingly uses the seventh level of energy!
Xiao Feng gasped for air, then took out an instant pill, raised his head and swallowed it. Grandma, it's a good thing that he used the seventh strength temporarily, otherwise, today would be really embarrassing!
"I don't know if the old guy can also use the seventh level of strength. Maybe I can compete with him another day." Xiao Feng muttered in his heart, but he also knew that even if he used the seventh level of strength, he would not be the old guy's opponent!
The Shunwan Pill melted in the mouth, and traces of pure energy traveled throughout his body. Xiao Feng slowly stood up and looked at the Yuanyue monk who was still lying on the ground: "Master Yuanyue, are you still fighting?"
"I lost." The Full Moon Monk admitted defeat.
"Haha." When Xiao Feng heard the opponent admitting defeat, his feet swayed and he almost fell down again!
There was no way, the internal energy required to explode the seventh level of energy was too much, and it completely drained him of his energy!
He quickly took out another instant pill and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he felt a lot better. He looked at the audience and prayed secretly in his heart. Don't let anyone come up to challenge him again. Damn it, otherwise he will definitely lose.
ah!
"Amitabha, little benefactor Xiao is worthy of being the number one person." The elder of Shaolin Temple said slowly.
This elder's status in the ancient martial arts world is very respected. Being recognized by him almost completely confirms his status as the number one person!
"I don't know if Golden Sword Wang Wu will go up again...but Xiao Feng's condition doesn't seem to be good!"
"Um!"
Just as he was talking, he saw a middle-aged bearded man standing up holding a long box.
Xiao Feng looked at him and shrank his eyes. In fact, he had noticed this guy for a long time. This was his intuition. This guy is definitely very powerful!
"Who is he?" Xiao Feng asked in a low voice.
"Golden Sword King Wu, middle-aged generation, ranked second."
"..." When Xiao Feng heard this, his vision went dark and he almost fell to the ground!
Xiao Feng finally managed to stabilize his body and showed a smile that was even uglier than crying. "Male Gobi, God, are you trying to play with me? I was just pretending to be cool in public, are you doing this to me?"