Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 720: The master is the master

"That's it."

Luo Feng looked at the pitch-black boulder at the gate of the city and slowly nodded.

Seeing Luo Feng's calm look, the female swordsman's eyes moved slightly and she said:

"This boulder is a thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron under the sea. The size of nails is equivalent to the weight of an adult man. It is very heavy. It is not easy to move this thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron in the chakra state."

"It's no wonder that the martial artist just now couldn't shake it. He should be just an eight-fold chakra martial artist." Luo Feng nodded.

The female swordsman saw that Luo Feng remained unmoved, and finally couldn't help but curiously said: "Aren't you worried at all?"

Luo Feng hasn't answered yet, Yan Hu leaned over and smiled at the female swordsman: "Should you be worried about the thousand-year-old cold patterned iron?"

"Worried about the thousand-year cold pattern iron?"

The pretty face of the female swordsman showed a trace of doubt, not knowing what it meant.

"You will understand soon."

Yanhu glanced at Luo Feng, laughed loudly, and stopped explaining.

The flow of people kept walking towards the city gate, each displaying their own martial arts, and attacking the thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron.

"Let's go in."

Luo Feng saw that they were almost lined up, and said kindly to Yanhu and the female sword.

A few people walked to the gate of the city and noticed the two Chiyan Lihu next to Yanhu. The nearby sights were immediately attracted.

"Move this thousand-year-old iron with a cold pattern and move it one step away before you can enter the city!"

The stern gaze of the captain of the guard swept across the three of them, and finally fell on Luo Feng.

"Hahaha...interesting, I'll come first!"

Yan Hu laughed, squeezed his fists, walked to the thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron, and grabbed it with one hand.

Om!

The thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron, nearly two people tall, was raised by Yanhu with one hand, exuding fierce aura.

"Too light..."

Shaking his head, Yan Hu shook his hand, and the ground under his feet immediately cracked. The thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron flew out of the air with the sound of breaking wind, and flew nearly ten feet high in the sky.

"Ah!"

"Rewind!"

"Quit!"

The people nearby were all startled by Yanhu's behavior and exclaimed. Even the captain of the guard standing next to him was wary.

This thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron is heavier and heavier. Falling from such a high place, I am afraid that the spirit rotation realm triple warrior will instantly be smashed into meatloaf.

For a while, everyone backed away, looking flustered.

Shoo!

The thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron flew up to more than thirty feet in the air, whizzing down, and the sound of the wind was sharp and ear-piercing.

Boom!

Under the horrified and fiery eyes of everyone, Yan Hu stretched out his hand to catch the boulder steadily. The turbulent wind blew everyone around and everyone couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

"Your friend, your strength is terrible."

Looking at Yan Hu who was holding the thousand-year-old cold iron with one hand, the female swordsman licked her red lips and couldn't help but exclaim.

Luo Feng smiled faintly, not commenting, the physical strength of the Huang Clan is incredibly powerful, not to mention that Yanhu can conquer the Chiyan Lihu, and his strength should exceed the five levels of the Spirit Rotation Realm.

"Well worthy of being a desert clan, such a powerful force!"

"I was scared to death just now, and thought I was dead."

"Me too..."

The warriors nearby are also talking about it. Thinking of the horrible scene just now, many people have lingering fears.

At this moment, one wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

Yanhu played with the millennium cold pattern iron for a while, lost interest, and said to the captain of the guard next to him: "Can I go in?"

"Yes..."

The captain of the guard returned to his senses and glanced at Yan Hu with some fear.

Yan Hu looked back at Luo Feng and grinned: "Next!"

When the voice fell, Yanhu bent his knees, and threw the thousand-year-old cold iron to Luofeng.

"Damn!"

The warrior who had just calmed his mind nearby, looked at the thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron roaring, his face changed drastically. The thousand-year-old cold patterned iron is as fast as lightning. If it is hit on the body this time, there must be no bones left.

At this moment, a figure flew out.

Wow!

Luo Feng's figure flickered, appearing like a ghost, his right palm pressed against the thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron, and then he stopped, his body shook slightly, and the electric-speed, thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron suddenly stopped.

Boom!

The boulder fell to the ground, and the rubble splashed.

Everyone's eyes fell on the thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron, and there was a gasp immediately around.

There is a clear palm print on the thousand-year-old cold pattern iron. It can be seen that the seemingly insignificant palm just now is so powerful.

"What a terrible palm strength, it can leave a palm print on the thousand-year-old cold pattern iron! I am afraid that this person's power will not lose to that desert clan!" A warrior who did not pass just now looked at the palm print, His face was shocked.

"Look at his age, but he is only sixteen or seventeen. With such strength, he must be a pivotal genius. I don't know who it is."

"I haven't seen it, I am afraid it is a genius from another dynasty."

"Well, it should be. The duel between Yi Tian and Luo Feng is approaching. Recently, the imperial city is really a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. You must be cautious in the future and not cause unnecessary trouble."

"That's good..."

Other people looked at Luo Feng with curiosity and shock.

The female swordsman who was talking to Luo Feng just now had her eyes widened and she looked incredible.

The city guard in charge of the test here took a breath, took a look at Qingling standing beside Luo Feng, and announced: "Under 14 years old, you don't need to test, you can go in."

"Thank you."

Luo Feng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to call a few people in. Qingling suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes, "Master, I can move that rock."

Luo Feng was startled, and immediately smiled: "Then you go try it, don't force it."

He is also very curious about Qingling's current strength.

Qing Ling nodded and walked to the front of the boulder.

Seeing another person approaching, the nearby talking voices gradually lowered. When they saw the figure standing in front of the boulder, just a twelve or three-year-old girl, everyone was taken aback.

"What is this little girl going to do, does she think she can move this thousand-year-old cold iron?"

"It may be children playing around. Don't take it seriously."

"Well, it should be like this..."

Drink!

As everyone guessed, Qing Ling squeezed a pink fist, sang softly, and slammed a fist. His figure was like a butterfly, light and handsome, the blue hairband on her chest was dancing in the wind, and the golden bell jingle The crisp sound.

Boom!

The seemingly weak punch fell on the thousand-year-old cold patterned iron, and the air suddenly exploded, and the two tall boulders rolled nearly ten steps away.

"How is it possible!"

The surrounding crowd looked at Qing Ling with shocked faces. Those warriors who were eliminated just now were even more ashamed. Even a twelve or three-year-old girl had such strength.

Luo Feng was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Qingling to have such a powerful strength even if he hadn't awakened, enough to compete with the chakra realm nine-tier martial artist.

Several masters in the guard looked at each other, and they couldn't hide their surprise.

"Master, Qingling did it!"

Walking to Luo Feng's side, Qingling's clear eyes looked at Luo Feng, her breathing accelerated slightly.

"It's amazing."

Luo Feng rubbed Qingling's little head and praised that when he was at Qingling's age, let alone such a large thousand-year-old cold-patterned iron, even ordinary rocks would be difficult to shake.

"Thank you, host."

Hearing Luo Feng's praise, Qingling's clear eyes were bent into crescent moons, and a layer of crimson appeared on her small face.

Passed the test, the three of them entered the city smoothly under everyone's awe.

Bitian City is indeed the imperial city of the Canglan Dynasty. As soon as he entered, Luo Feng was shocked by the sight in front of him.

In the eyes, there are magnificent buildings rising from the ground. Between the buildings, there are green and blue waters, and the exquisite stone bridges are dotted with many horses. , The reflection was in the water, and the figure was swayed endlessly by the breeze. At a glance, it was like coming to a city on water.

"What a beautiful water, the world!" Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng exhaled these words.

Yan Hu patted the two Chiyan Lihu squatting beside him, and looked at Luo Feng: "Feng Luo, my uncle’s restaurant is in the south of the city. Would you like to have a drink?"

Luo Feng glanced at the faintly visible chain under the Qingling skirt, and shook his head: "No, I still have things to do."

"Then I will leave first. Ten days later, I will be waiting for you at Nanshan Restaurant! Then we will have another fun battle!" Yan Hu said.

"Good."

"Farewell! Little ones, let’s go!"

Yan Hu blew a whistle, turned over and rode a Chiyan Lihu, jumped and directly crossed a river more than ten meters wide, causing an exclaim, and disappearing without a trace in a moment.

Watching Yanhu leave, Luo Feng shook his head and turned to Qingling and said: "Qingling, I will take you to meet someone."

After hearing this, Qingling looked up at Luo Feng: "Is it someone the master knows?"

"Well, she once saved me. She should be able to help you lift the chains."

Luo Feng nodded and smiled: "Moreover, like you, she is also a demon eye clan."

The identity of the Demon Eye Clan of Qingling cannot be known to others. There is only one person in the imperial city who can help Qingling to lift the chains, and that is the shadow puppet of the Demon Eye Clan.

"Hmm."

Hearing that the chains on the feet can be lifted, Qingling's eyes light up, and she hums.

"By the way, I haven't told you my identity yet."

Luo Feng stopped and looked at Qingling with a smile: "My name is Luo Feng, and I am the No. 1 Wukui in the south of this year."

"Luofeng~IndoMTL.com~Luofeng, Qingling, Qingling, they are all two words..."

Qing Ling tilted her head, whispered softly, then nodded, her lips pursing a little smile.

"Aren't you surprised? One day later, the person who will fight Yi Tian decisively is me."

Luo Feng said, staring at the smiling girl in front of him.

Qing Ling nodded, then shook his head again, pulling Luo Feng's clothes corner, looking at Luo Feng with those clear and transparent eyes, and said seriously:

"The master is the master."

Looking at Qingling's cute appearance, Luo Feng smiled helplessly, and suddenly smelled a scent of vegetables. When he glanced sideways, there was a gorgeously decorated three-story restaurant next to him.

Smelling the fragrance of vegetables, Luo Feng felt a little hungry. Only then did he remember that today, since leaving Fenyan Canyon, he has not eaten anything, and turned to Qingling:

"Let’s go eat something first."

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