Long Yang found that Yue Yingfeng''s cultivation is still the jiuzhong of Wuyuan territory, but he has vaguely touched the martial meaning of the wind. As long as he breaks through the promotion to the successful Wuhuang, he can immediately understand the complete field of the wind.
It can be said that in front of Le Yingfeng who has touched the martial spirit of the wind, the general jiuchongwu in the Wuyuan territory is not his opponent at all. Even if he meets someone with strong combat effectiveness, Le Yingfeng has been in an invincible position as long as he has not touched the martial spirit.
Yue Yingfeng''s current record is 69 total victories, that is, as long as he wins this game again, he can usher in a record of 70 total victories, which is great enough to rank in the top five in the golden record.
"Wind shadow palm."
Yue Yingfeng''s figure is like the wind and shadow. He avoids the fierce attack of the sea clan. When his old strength is exhausted and Xinli is not born, a big hand print covering the sky blasts the sea clan.
With a strange cry, the sea clan was hit by Le Yingfeng''s powerful blow, flew from the air into the lake, shook up huge waves, never stood up again, and the body floated on the water.
There was an endless stream of noise on the surrounding audience stage, some were angry, more were applause and cheers.
Yue Yingfeng won 70 games in a row. The rich prizes attracted the eyes of many martial artists and contestants. His eyes were full of greed and killing opportunities.
"Sha Shao and Le Yingfeng have only signed 70 battle agreements. Now he has won 70 games in a row. After receiving the prize, he will leave haique city."
On an audience stage, the children of six families, including Sha Haisheng and wo Haisong, also stood there to watch the game between Le Yingfeng and the Hai nationality. A servant came forward and said to Sha Haisheng.
"Hum, when you come to my territory, it''s up to my master to decide whether to leave or stay. You can''t decide by yourself. Take some people and ask him to sign another 30 games. If you don''t sign, he will stay in haique city forever."
Sha Haisheng had a cruel smile on his mouth.
"Yes, my subordinates will do it right away."
The slave turned and left.
Yue Yingfeng stayed in haique city for more than half a year. He participated in all the sea fighting fields in haique City, and finally earned enough real yuan stones to the Jiaoren sea area transmission array.
At the thought of arriving at Jiaoren soon, as long as he finds Tianlong riyuecao, returns to Tianyang country, finds Longyang and lets Longyang refine Tiandan, he is expected to be promoted to become the emperor of martial arts. He can''t help being excited.
Yue Yingfeng stepped out of the sea arena with excitement and rushed to the place of the transmission array controlled by the Zhuo family without stopping.
"Le Yingfeng, my young master attaches great importance to you and wants you to go back and sign another 30 games. As long as you win another 30 games in a row, you will be the first gold winning record in Haiwu arena in 300 years and will become a celebrity in haique city. What do you want then?"
A group of people came out of the darkness and stopped Le Yingfeng''s way.
"Lin Haiyuan, you and I came to haique city together from Haitian city. It''s also a friend. If you want to stay in haique City, I respect your choice, and please respect my choice."
When Le Yingfeng saw these people, he guessed something vaguely and was surprised. After all, he was a person who had experienced the world and knew how to face sudden changes.
"That''s why I advise you to stay. Jiaoren is having a * * now. Maybe even Tianlong riyuecao hasn''t been found yet, you have died under the master of Hai clan."
"You work with me in the Sha family. Sha Shao won''t treat you badly. As long as you can win a hundred consecutive victories, you have enough chips to talk to Sha Shao about conditions and let him help you find Tianlong riyuehua. It''s much safer than going to the sea area of Jiaoren like a rash ghost."
Lin Haiyuan has a bright tongue and a lotus tunnel.
"I appreciate your kindness. I still want to find Tianlong sun moon grass myself."
Tianlong sun moon grass is the God grass in the eyes of Jiaoren. How can it be obtained so easily. Even if the Sha family can get Tianlong riyuehua, will they give it to him?
Le Yingfeng doesn''t think the Sha family will be so generous.
"Le Yingfeng, I sincerely think of you, but you propose a toast instead of a penalty. It seems that we can''t even make friends."
Seeing that he couldn''t talk, Lin Haiyuan finally tore the last layer of face and exposed his fangs.
"Every man has his own ambition. You take your Yangguan road and I take my single wooden bridge. Why be so unfeeling."
Yue Yingfeng knows that this is the territory of the seven families. Once the strong emperor of Wu is disturbed, he, an external level 9 king of Wu, has no way to escape. Therefore, he still tries to hold back his anger and says.
"An old man who doesn''t know good or bad." Lin Haiyuan''s killing intention flashed in his eyes and waved: "take him back. If you resist, kill him! Whoever kills him first will be rewarded by Sha Shao."
As soon as Lin Hai''s original words fell, a group of King Wu behind him rushed to Yue Yingfeng.
These people are level 8 and 9 martial kings who have experienced many life and death battles in the sea martial arts arena. They have rich combat experience. One or two people may not be le Yingfeng''s opponents. More than a dozen people go together. Le Yingfeng will not last for a few minutes and have to die.
"Wind shadow palm."
Yue Yingfeng knows that it''s no use saying more. Only by killing a blood path from these people can he have the hope of escape. Therefore, one shot is the strongest martial art.
For a time, the heaven and earth within a radius of kilometers were all the figures of Yue Yingfeng and the big handprints covering the sky, respectively bombarding the kings of Wu.
"Le Yingfeng, I Lin Haiyuan have seen you perform this move a hundred times, and there are 90 times. Others may not see your real body for a moment. You have no hiding place in front of me Lin Haiyuan. Break it for me!"
As soon as Lin Haiyuan''s palm turned, he already had a giant axe. He held the axe handle tightly with both hands, and cut into one of the figures that looked like a virtual shadow in the wind. It was the real body of Yue Yingfeng.
Yue Yingfeng''s face changed sharply.
He and Lin Haiyuan helped each other all the way, killed countless pirates and sea demons, and came to haique city after a narrow escape.
If Lin Haiyuan were the only one, even if his martial arts and body method were seen through, he would be sure to get rid of Lin Haiyuan. Now, in addition to Lin Haiyuan, there are more than a dozen strong level 8 and 9 martial kings. He can escape Lin Haiyuan''s attack, but he can''t escape other people''s attack.
Yue bites the tip of his tongue in the wind to stimulate his blood power. He avoids the attacks of Lin Haiyuan and several kings of martial arts. He still has a few moves, and his blood turns red.
Lin Haiyuan is also extremely cunning. He just stares at Le Yingfeng to prevent him from escaping. He seizes the opportunity and sneaks an axe. Le Yingfeng has more and more wounds on his body, almost becoming a bloody man with disheveled hair. He looks a little scary in the dark.
"Le Yingfeng, it''s too late to go back with me now."
After a fierce battle, Lin Haiyuan saw that Le Yingfeng was seriously injured, his strength decreased sharply, and he was unable to escape again. He began to persuade again.
"Bah, even if I die in the wind, I won''t go back with people like you who are willing to be other people''s slaves."
Le Yingfeng vomited a mouthful of blood and said proudly.
"Kill him!"
The last thing Lin Haiyuan wanted to hear was that others said he was a slave. Le Yingfeng said he was a slave in front of so many King Wu, which completely aroused his killing intention and barked like a mad dog.
"Alas, I can''t imagine that I came to haique city with joy and hardships. I''m going to die here as soon as I got the news of Tianlong, riyuecao. I''m really unwilling."
Yue Yingfeng''s unwillingness turned into towering anger, and his whole body momentum soared, forming a terrible tornado around him.
"No, he''s going to explode. Run."
When the others saw it, they were scared out of their wits and ran away quickly.
"Le Lao, how can you look down on your life like this? Even if you die, you can''t die in the hands of these slaves for nothing."
Just as Le Yingfeng was about to show his body skills and burst into Lin Haiyuan, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Long Yang!"
Yue Yingfeng heard the familiar voice and thought he had an illusion before he died.
Also because the heart was shocked, the momentum gathered on the body was also vented, and the whole person staggered to the ground.
"Old Le still remembers me, boy."
Long Yang''s figure appeared beside Yue Yingfeng out of thin air. He took out a life dragon spring and let him swallow it. He helped him stand up and said.
"I... I''m not dreaming, am I?"
Yue Yingfeng looked at Long Yang standing by his side, but he still couldn''t believe the facts in front of him.
"You must have spirit tea with you. I''ll drink with you later."
Long Yang smiled.
"Hahaha, it''s not a dream, it''s not a dream, it''s really you demon."
Yue Yingfeng accepted the facts in front of him, felt the temperature from Long Yang''s hands, and couldn''t help laughing.
"By the way, when did you come to haique city?"
Yue Yingfeng managed to restrain his excitement and couldn''t wait to ask.
"I came by boat."
Long Yang shrugged.
"Le Lao, you''d better adjust your breath first to recover your accomplishments and injuries. Those slaves will naturally be solved."
Long Yang saw what Yue Yingfeng wanted to say and stopped him.
"Who are you, boy? You know this man is a fugitive from Haiwu arena. Saving him is against the seven families in haique city. You will die without a burial place."
Lin Haiyuan said to Long Yang with a ferocious face.
"A slave is a slave. When you open your mouth, you are your master. How powerful are you? Who are you scaring?"
Long Yang skimmed his lips.
"Even him!"
Being scolded as a slave again, Lin Haiyuan angrily waved his axe and turned into a huge wind python, biting at the dragon.
"Jie Jie, so many powerful blood forces are enough for me to have a full meal“
Yue Yingfeng was about to ask Long Yang to be careful. A dark shadow came out of the ground like a ghost. Jie laughed.
The dark shadow changed into a huge matchless magic dragon and jumped at Lin Haiyuan and others with open teeth and claws.
"Ah --"
"Demon Dragon -"
"Help -"
Lin Haiyuan and others were scared out of their wits. They turned and ran away, but when they flew into the air, they flew back one after another and fell into the huge mouth of the blood basin of the magic dragon.