Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 344: The proud girl of heaven, the dragon among men

Luo Chang, ten beautiful young girls, danced curledly on the water, with their toes falling on the water, like a dragonfly, light and agile, beautiful.

Luo Feng couldn't help but nodded secretly.

These girls are only seven-fold hidden essence cultivation base, it is indeed rare to be able to achieve this step.

The dance performance is over, and there are two more performances behind, both of which are very exciting and dizzying.

"My son, do you and Ye Family Master have an enemy?"

Luo Feng was watching the performance in the venue, Suier next to him suddenly said.

Luo Feng looked at Suier: "Why do you ask?"

Sui'er glanced in the direction where Ye Tang was, and said with her eyebrows: "Since the celebration banquet, Ye Tang has been paying attention to you, and his eyes..."

Sui'er frowned for a moment and said, "His eyes are terrible!"

Luo Feng smiled: "You have good eyesight."

Hearing Luo Feng’s praise, Sui’er smiled on her face and said, “My son, don’t worry, you have the Xuanyang Jade Order on you. You are a VIP of our Dayang Mansion. As long as you are in the City Lord’s Mansion, Ye Tang will not How dare you."

Luo Feng nodded: "Thank you for reminding me, I have a sense of measure."

With his soul perception, he had already noticed Ye Tang's gaze, but he just didn't care.

"City Lord Yang, why hasn't Miss Yang Wan'er appeared yet?"

At the end of the three performances, Yang Wan'er never appeared, and finally someone couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Yang Dingtian frowned slightly and glanced towards the inner courtyard without any trace. This girl hasn't come out yet...

"Go and see the lady."

Yang Dingtian whispered to a maid beside him, stood up, cleared his throat, and smiled:

"Don't worry, everyone, the girl should be delayed. There are a few performances below, and you will not be disappointed."

"City Lord Yang, I heard that you are going to choose a husband and son for Yang Wan'er this time?" Someone took the opportunity to ask.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes immediately gathered on Yang Dingtian, showing a look of expectation.

Ye Tang also narrowed his eyes, his eyes gleaming with spirit.

Looking at the impatient expressions of everyone, Yang Dingtian smiled:

"Yes. I do hope to take advantage of this festive day to choose a good husband-in-law for Wan'er."

Hearing that, many young talents present were shocked, and smiles appeared on the faces of the leaders of the big powers.

It’s no small matter that Yang Dingtian, the lord of Dayang City, chooses his son-in-law.

Yang Wan'er has outstanding talents, she is also a famous beauty in Linglong Palace, plus her identity as the daughter of the City Lord's Mansion in Dayang City, she is the dream lover of many people.

Many young talents are gearing up, secretly calculating, and they can't miss this opportunity anyway.

"City Lord Yang, take the liberty to ask, what are your requirements for choosing a son-in-law?" someone asked impatiently.

Ye Tang sat in the position, his eyes were happy: the opportunity is here.

Looking back and staring at Luo Feng coldly, Ye Tang stood up and laughed loudly:

"Ms. Wan'er stepped into the realm of spiritual rotation under the age of seventeen. The proud daughter of heaven, and her husband and son must also be the dragon among the people! I suggest a performance to learn from each other. How about next?"

"Well, there are so many young talents present, there is always a difference."

"Yes, only by playing against each other can we see their true abilities. Who can be worthy of Miss Wan Er."

The young talents present are all wealthy and arrogant. At this time, naturally they will not be weak and nod their heads.

Yang Dingtian originally had this plan in his heart, and smiled:

"Since everyone is so intrigued, I naturally agreed. Just compare performances, and don’t be a killer until you click. I hope you will give me the face of Yang Dingtian and don’t violate it."

Yang Dingtian gave an exhort, glanced around in the square, and said: "Who wants to be the first to be on stage?"

"I am coming!"

There was a shout, and a burly figure flew several meters away and landed on the platform with a thud.

The burly boy stood on the platform, his eyes open, and looked at the square: "Who dares to come to the stage in Shilei, Shijia, Dayang?"

"What a big tone! I will meet you!"

Many people were irritated by the arrogant tone of the burly boy, and a boy in a blue shirt snorted and leaped on stage.

Luo Feng is about to broaden his horizons. The young warriors here come from all directions. This is the opportunity to look at the two on stage with interest.

"Who are you?"

The burly boy looked at the blue shirt boy condescendingly.

The young man in Qingshan raised the corner of his eyes, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and said coldly: "If you can beat me, I will tell you."

"Arrogant! Take me a punch!"

The burly young man was furious, both of his thick eyebrows were erected, and with a low growl, his body rose from the ground, volleyed at his opponent.

"Rock Fist!"

Boom!

The air in front of the burly boy's fist suddenly swelled, split like a rock, and killed in the air. The violent fist wind made the hair of the people in front of the square stand up.

The young man in the blue shirt stood on the spot, holding the sword dreadfully, and suddenly rushed forward, and the ground under his feet instantly cracked, and the ice-cold sword edge cut a stunning sword mark and pierced into the air.

The two ran into each other in the blink of an eye, and the waves of energy formed by the impact of vitality raged everywhere, and several cracks appeared on the platform.

Boom!

The burly boy retreated, his feet fell on the ground, and he stepped out of two deep pits.

The youth in the blue shirt also retreated several steps, and every time the footsteps fell, the platform would vibrate once.

The people in the square inhale gently, this burly boy is so powerful!

"Jianguang condenses into the front line, so clever swordsmanship."

Luo Feng is different from others, and he is more optimistic about the youth with a sword.

Sui'er heard the words, looked at the stage, and said strangely: "My son, do you think the one who uses the sword will win?"

Luo Feng nodded.

Suierdai frowned, and asked: "Although both of them have cultivation bases in the late stage of the Eightfold Realm, Shi Lei's cultivation bases are obviously higher..."

Luo Feng shook his head and said:

"The strength of a martial artist is only part of the cultivation base. Although Shi Lei's cultivation base is more profound, his martial arts realm is far inferior to his opponent. This swordsman can condense the sword light into the first line, and his sword training is good. Once he takes full action, Shi Lei It will be defeated."

"Oh..." Suier nodded seemingly.

On the stage, the burly boy failed to beat his opponent with a single punch, and became a little angry. He roared: "The majesty of the rock! Give me defeat!"

The burly boy slammed a pair of fists continuously, and the fierce fist firmly locked the boy in the blue shirt.

Boom boom boom...

Every punch of the burly boy carried a mighty force, and the water around the platform was shaken, making a huge wave.

Faced with the violent stormy fist strength, the youth in the blue shirt held a sword in both hands, his face sinking like water, his body faintly showing sharpness, and a cold light burst into his eyes.

"Four Shadows Against the Current!"

Choo chi chi!

The sword shuddered slightly, imagining four icy sword lights, forming a tic-tac-toe, and hovering out. The strong sharp air formed a hurricane, cutting the air to pieces.

Boom, boom, boom...

The explosion sounded continuously, the sword cyclone hit the fist curtain, the force was like a broken bamboo, the fist was broken, and it slammed into the burly boy's bodyguard.

The burly boy's complexion changed several times, suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, flew out, fell into the water, and burst into waves several feet high.

Chang!

The boy in the blue shirt returned his sword to its sheath, and gave a cold glance at the burly boy in the water, who was ashamed and climbed onto the shore embarrassedly.

Yang Dingtian looked at the youth in the green shirt on the platform and nodded: "Swordsmanship is exquisite, and he can win with weakness, not bad!"

"My son, you are amazing, he really won!"

Seeing that the burly boy fell to the stage, Suier clenched his fist tightly, her eyes full of excitement.

Luo Feng smiled, "I guessed too."

In the distance, Ye Tang stared at Luo Feng steadily. The intense murderous intent emanating from his body made the air temperature a bit cold.

"Master, when are you going to teach that kid?" Steward Hong stood by and asked.

Ye Tang took a deep breath and said, "It's not urgent, wait a minute."

Ye Tang naturally wanted to teach Luo Feng immediately, but now is not the time.

Luo Feng's cultivation base is under him, and he has become famous soon. Now, even if he wins, he can't humiliate the opponent. On the contrary, he will fall into the tongue, which is very unwise.

What's more, Yang Wan'er hasn't appeared yet, and none of the real masters on the scene has made a move, which is inconvenient to expose her strength.

Steward Hong nodded and said: "I understand, then let him feel comfortable for a while!"

At this time, the young man in Qingshan walked off the platform to rest, and the other two young people boarded the platform at the same time. They were a cold boy with a sword and a young swordsman.

The two have similar cultivation bases, both of which are in the late stage of the Eightfold Realm. When facing each other on the stage, there is an invisible pressure immediately.

"It is Li Yun of the Golden Stone Palace. His opponent is Dong Hua, the young master of the Dong family in Wasteland City."

"The two have the same reputation, I don't know who will win."

Everyone looked at the two on the stage, whispering, guessing the result of the competition.

"My son, who will win?" Suier asked Luo Feng.

Just now everyone thought that the young man in Qingshan was losing, but Luo Feng was optimistic, but the young man in Qingshan turned out to win, which made her very curious.

Luo Feng took a look at the two on stage, and affirmed: "The young man with a knife will win."

The voice fell, and the two on the stage had already fought.

The young swordsman had no expression on his face, put his right hand on the handle of the knife, and slashed it.

Hey!

A one-foot-long sword light appeared, covering the cold boy on the opposite side.

The cold young man showed disdain, the sword in his hand was silently unsheathed, and a sword pierced out.

The thick sword aura hits the sword's light, and it explodes, and the wind is rolling~IndoMTL.com~The cold boy smiled coldly and was about to make another move, but he discovered that an amazing sword light was coming. It's already here.

"When?"

The cold boy was shocked and hurriedly swung his sword to resist.

Hey!

The sword light passed by, and the cold boy's abdomen clothes cracked and blood stains immediately appeared on the clothes.

"You lost."

The young swordsman said lightly, turned around and left, leaving only the cold young man with a look of astonishment.

"What's the matter, the two have the same level of cultivation. The sword light was clearly resisted just now! Why is there a sword light."

"I don't know either, the two moved too fast, I didn't see clearly."

There was a sound of discussion in the square, and many people did not understand why the cold boy was defeated.