Martial Arts Overlord Chapter 2691: The North-South Controversy

"Ten Saint Son Luofeng..."

　　 Hearing the words of the young warrior, the three people at the same table were taken aback for a while, and one smiled and said, "You are talking about Luo Feng from the Canglan Dynasty?"

　　"It’s not who else he has. Throughout the ages, he has been the only one of the Ten Sons. I believe there will be no more in the future."

　　The young warrior took a sip of wine with a smile on his face, and continued: "Of course, he is also the only holy son of the holy land so far."

　　"How do you say this?"

　　 "Hehe, you know in your heart, why pretend to be confused with me."

　　 The young warrior smiled and said: "At the beginning of the Holy Land Examination, the Holy Land elders pityed him for being buried at the hands of the Demon Sect at a young age, and then named him a so-called tenth son. Otherwise, a name in northern Xinjiang is unknown. The small country, how can the unnamed generation who came out of the country can get the title of the son, I am afraid that they will be eliminated in the first round. Regardless of strength and potential, the four of us are above the tenth son. That kid can be named Shengzi is dead without regrets, although some of the names are not true..."

　　 "Hahaha!" The three people next to him laughed.

　　 Lin Hongyi glanced at the four of them, frowning.

　　 She spent a period of time in Songwumen. In fact, she knows that many people don't take Luo Feng, the tenth son, seriously, but this is the first time she has heard such unscrupulous remarks.

　　The four young warriors all talked about being happy.

　　"Besides the Qin, the ghost swords and other veteran geniuses who have already become famous, where are there any geniuses now, placed in the four territories, can only be the bottom of the existence. This time the top ten conferences, from the north Among Xinjiang’s geniuses, only Chu Yunxiang of Songwumen is the only one to look forward to. However, compared to the Jinzhenjian Jinshitai, Senior Brother Jin, Hua Yuntian, the first sage Lin Hao, who walked out of our southern Xinjiang , It’s not worth mentioning."

　　 "Well, northern Xinjiang is weak, this is already an indisputable fact. In terms of the quality and quantity of geniuses, there is no way to compare with our southern Xinjiang."

　　 "Hey, the four of us going to northern Xinjiang will be enough to sweep those young talents and become famous."

　　 "Hehe, what's the point of being king among a group of mutton sheep."

　　 The blue swordsman shook his head, "I wandered around in northern Xinjiang before, and there was no decent master at all, and there was no way I could use my full strength. This time the Ten Great Venerables Conference, I hope I can meet Chu Yunxiang, I heard that he is now the leader of the new generation of Songwumen, and I hope he will not let me down."

　　bang!

　　 The four of them were talking loudly, suddenly, a young gunman sitting nearby, his face was sullen and he glared at the four:

　　"If you speak wild words, you dare to talk about the talents of Northern Xinjiang! Your little strength is not worthy for Brother Chu Yunxiang to carry shoes!"

　　"You are the people who sing Wumen."

　　 Luo Feng put down his chopsticks, glanced at the person who stood up, and said to Lin Hongyi.

　　 Lin Hongyi nodded lightly without saying much.

　　The four people who were talking about also turned their eyes on the young gunman. The young man with the sword in blue disapproved and said: "Who are you, I don't talk to the unknown."

　　The young gunman snorted coldly, and ignoring the blockade of the people at the same table, he stood up at once, "Zhao Kuo, the inner disciple of Songwumen, from the Hengfeng Kingdom of Northern Xinjiang!"

　　 He bit the word Beijiang very hard.

　　 "Hehe!"

　　 Hearing this, the young swordsman who spoke just now smiled slightly and flicked his fingers, "Zhao Kuo? I don't know. An inner disciple should not come out to show his ugliness."

　　 A few people didn't give Zhao Kuo face at all. Of course, they didn't need to give face. The four had a golden sword pattern on their chests, all of them were disciples of the Holy Land Heavenly Sword Sect.

　　 Zhao Kuo's face was pale, he suddenly pointed his spear at the four of them, his true essence was poured, and a sharp and powerful force suddenly broke out, and he said solemnly:

　　 "In that case, you dare to fight me!"

　　 The young swordsman did not get up, and said lightly: "You are not yet qualified to let me take action. However, since you are so persistent, then I am not good to give your invitation. Brother Han, you go and play with him. Right."

　　The young swordsman looked at a young handsome man in yellow clothes opposite.

　　 "Hehe, good."

　　The yellow-clothed youth stood up, glanced at Zhao Kuo, and said:

　　"The Korean star of Heavenly Sword Sect, I will teach you how to do it. However, the sword is ruthless and was hurt by me. That is what you asked for."

　　 Seeing this, the warriors sitting nearby, stepped back for a while.

　　 Although they also felt that the four of them had spoken too much, they were both holy land disciples and it was hard to interfere.

　　 "Huh, please enlighten me!"

　　 Zhao Kuo saw that the other party was contemptuous, twisted a deep word Sichuan between his thick eyebrows, and gave a deep sigh. The brown gold spear in his hand turned into a blood-colored lightning, and he burst out with blood-colored spear lights from the tip of the gun. , The volley turned into a ferocious roaring wolf with ferocious power.

　　The young man in yellow clothes saw the gunshots attack, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "Small bugs! Break me!"

　　哧!

　　 didn't draw the sword at all, the yellow-clothed youth put **** together with his right hand, and separated them a little bit. The **** were like sharp swords, tearing the air, and accurately spotting them on the head of the giant wolf.

　　The giant wolf shook slightly and burst into pieces. Zhao Kuo took a few steps backwards.

　　 drink!

　　 After gritted his teeth, the boiling true essence on Zhao Kuo turned into a billowing flame.

　　 "Pick me again, the wind is chaotic!"

　　 Boom!

　　 The shot blasted out, and the temperature of the entire restaurant’s sixth floor skyrocketed. The long spear in Zhao Kuo’s hand seemed to be no longer a long spear, but a continuous twisting flame storm, blasting the yellow-clothed youth from all directions. Past.

　　 The yellow swordsman's face was flushed with the shining, his eyes narrowed, his figure took a step back, and his right hand was placed on the hilt.

　　 "Eat my sword!"

　　哧!

　　 The sword light flashed, and the sharpness began to rise.

　　bang!

　　 Among the sparkling sparks, Zhao Kuo was holding a spear, vomiting blood and flew upside down. Several tables were directly smashed. The restaurant wall behind him was punched out of a big hole with sharp vigor, causing shock outside. call.

　　 "Zhao Kuo!"

　　The few people who were with Zhao Kuo flashed forward to support Zhao Kuo.

　　 "Unbearable."

　　 The yellow-clothed youth clapped his hands with a look of disdain.

　　The few people who supported Zhao Kuo, all looked sulky, but dared not to speak.

　　 They wanted to regain their face, but among the few people, Zhao Kuo, the five-fold Divine Realm, was the strongest. Now Zhao Kuo has been easily defeated by the opponent, and they will not be able to go up.

　　 Besides, it seems that the opponent didn’t use his full strength with the sword just now!

　　The blue-clothed youth, headed by four disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, also stood up at this moment and smiled and said to the yellow-clothed youth:

　　"Junior Brother Han, it seems that your swordsmanship has improved during this time. You should be able to make a splash at the Ten Great Venerable Conference this time."

　　 "Senior brother praised, compared to you, my strength is not worth mentioning."

　　The young man in yellow clothes took his sword back and scabbed it, glanced at Zhao Kuo and his group, and smiled faintly: "However, now it seems that I am a bit high on the level of talents in northern Xinjiang."

　　 "Listen to my advice, you should go back, so as not to be ashamed at the conference."

　　 In the last sentence, the yellow-clothed youth spoke to Zhao Kuo.

　　 "You!"

　　 Zhao Kuo has blood on his face.

　　 There were also some young talents from Northern Xinjiang who were also furious at this moment. Several people couldn't help but want to stand up, and they were stopped by their companions.

　　 These four disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect are not weak, especially the blue-clothed swordsman, whose true essence is rolling, faintly revealing the meaning of fullness, is the eighth peak of the Distraction Realm! Moreover, in this fullness, there is a hint of edge looming, people dare not ignore.

　　 "Don't be impulsive, that person is Gu Lin of the Heavenly Sword Sect!" someone reminded in a low voice.

　　 Gu Lin is not a nameless person. Even in the entire southern Xinjiang, he is a small and famous genius. Not only is he an eight-fold peak powerhouse in the Divine Realm, but his sword intent has already been achieved. There are even rumors, as long as Gu Linjian Consummation of meaning, Heavenly Sword Palace’s top ten golden swords must have his place!

　　 Sure enough, when I heard the name Gu Lin, I was still aggressive just now. The few people who wanted to stand up immediately frowned and lowered their gazes, but their faces were flushed and were so humiliated in person, but they couldn’t fight back...

　　 "Let's go!"

　　 There are a few talents in northern Xinjiang who couldn't stand the atmosphere and got up and left.

　　 "It seems we can pass the time. I don't know if they deny me, the Ten Saints."

　　 Luo Feng smiled at Lin Hongyi.

　　 The appearance of dry cloud before, made him have no good feelings about the Heavenly Sword Sect.

　　 Apart from this, he is not a person who likes forbearance.

　　He is also a member of Beijiang, and anyone who is so ridiculed would feel unhappy.

　　 Luo Feng was about to get up, but Lin Hongyi reached out and stopped him.

　　 "He hurt me, the same sect of Wushu, so naturally I should come."

　　"Also. Be careful of the blue swordsman, you are not his opponent."

　　 Luo Feng froze for a moment, then sat down again, exhorting him.

　　 "Hmm."

　　 Lin Hongyi nodded, and stepped out.

　　"Do you want to fight again?"

　　 The yellow-clothed youth saw no one dared to come forward, and was even more happy. He looked around on the sixth floor of the restaurant, and finally fell on Zhao Kuo, his head raised slightly.

　　 Zhao Kuo's face was livid, if it weren't for being held by a few of his companions, he would have to rush out immediately.

　　"Brother Zhao, heroes don’t suffer from immediate losses. When we see Brother Chu Yunxiang, we will do more care!"

　　 Someone whispered to each other.

　　At this time.

　　"Retire you guys."

　　 At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded nearby.

　　The person who spoke was Lin Hongyi.

　　 Hearing the voice, everyone's eyes fell on her.

　　 "You are..."

　　 Zhao Kuo saw Lin Hongyi's eyes with doubts.

　　 Although Lin Hongyi has practiced in Songwumen for a few years, most of the time, she practiced in retreat and stayed simple. Many disciples have never even seen her.

　　 Lin Hongyi walked to the side of several people, took out the token of the inner disciple of Songwumen, then turned to the yellow-clothed youth and said:

　　 "I will fight you!"

　　 Hearing the words, Zhao Kuo frowned slightly, and hurriedly said to Lin Hongyi with a voice transmission: "Don't be impulsive. This person's swordsmanship is extraordinary, I guess, his strength is far surpassed by the ordinary five-fold powerhouse of Distracting God , You are not an opponent!"

　　As soon as Lin Hongyi came out, he saw it. The other party's cultivation base was not the same as him, so he naturally persuaded him at this moment.

　　 Lin Hongyi turned a deaf ear to this, looking coldly at the yellow-clothed youth.

　　The young man in yellow clothes looked at Lin Hongyi and smiled indifferently, "Who am I? It turns out that I am a disciple of Songwu Clan, or a woman. You are also from Northern Xinjiang?"

　　 "Lin Hongyi of Canglan Dynasty in Northern Xinjiang." Lin Hongyi said.

　　"Canglan Dynasty..."

　　The young man in yellow clothes was taken aback, then he glanced at his companion next to him, "Isn't the Ten Saint Son Luo Feng a member of the Canglan Dynasty?"

　　"Unexpectedly, it would be such a coincidence."

　　 "Junior Brother Han, she is from the same place as the Ten Saints. You have to be careful." The other three were also a little surprised, chatting and laughing beside them, without paying attention to Lin Hongyi.

　　 The yellow-clothed youth turned his head and said to Lin Hongyi, "Seeing that you are a woman, I advise you to give up, lest you be humiliated by yourself."

　　 "Lin Hongyi..."

　　 Zhao Kuo also wanted to persuade Lin Hongyi not to be impulsive.

　　"Don't talk about gossip!"

　　 Lin Hongyi was too lazy to talk nonsense, Liu eyebrows raised, he inhaled, and stepped out, ignoring the distance of a few meters, and appeared in front of the yellow-clothed youth with a fist shining with pale gold light, and punched out.

　　 hiss!

　　 The young man in yellow clothes only felt a lofty pressure, rushing towards his face, that seemingly delicate fist, in his eyes, was like a majestic mountain, and the shocking pressure made him stand up all over his hair, too late After thinking about it, the footsteps were a little bit, and the figure retreated quickly, knocking over two tables one after another.

　　 Lin Hongyi did not chase, half of his fist was punched, and he immediately retracted it, just looking at the yellow-clothed youth who was retreating in a panic.

　　 "Since you don't appreciate it, then stop blaming me!"

　　 The yellow-clothed youth stabilized his figure and stared at Lin Hongyi. A haze appeared on his face. He had never thought that he would be forced back.

　　 Of course, he didn't take Lin Hongyi into his heart either. Just now he didn't expect the other party to have the courage to make a move, which was too careless.

　　 Otherwise, it would never be the case.

　　 "Take it!"

　　 Lin Hongyi didn't say a word~IndoMTL.com~ After showing her figure, she appeared in front of the yellow-clothed youth again with a punch.

　　Humph!

　　 The yellow-clothed youth showed disdain, his right hand was put together with two fingers, one pointing out.

　　"Brother, be careful!" The blue swordsman saw the clue, his face changed slightly, and he reminded him.

　　 Unfortunately, it's already late.

　　 Boom!

　　 Qi Jin rolled, and when his fingers touched his fist, the air made a dull blast.

　　 The face of the young man in yellow clothes who was still full of confidence just now was confused, then surprised, and finally turned into incredible shock. With a grunt, he was shocked and took more than ten steps back. All tables and chairs along the way It was smashed and hit the wall with a bang. The wall made of Bai Yuyan smashed into countless cracks, and blood was secreted from the corner of his mouth.

　　"Brother Zhao, what is going on..."

　　 The few people next to Zhao Kuo looked at this scene in disbelief.

　　Zhao Kuo didn't answer, he licked his lips and looked at Lin Hongyi's back, a little lost.

　　 He fought against the yellow-clothed youth and knew that the opponent was powerful, so when he saw that the opponent was pushed back by Lin Hongyi's punch, he was even more shocked.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　The face of the young man in yellow clothes was half white and half red, and he drew out his long sword with a sound, and said cruelly:

　　 "No wonder you dare to stand up, but you have one or two points, but unfortunately it is not enough!"