Chapter 460 He Hasn't Drawn His Sword Yet

"You're lucky."

"Because I won't hit you hard."

Wang Zhihong looked at Lin Feng with a faint smile.

He is one of the sixteen warriors who have been directly promoted, and he is a sixth-level powerhouse in the Qiyun period. Leaping onto the competition arena, Wang Zhihong was dressed in a white battle armor, and his movements were very chic. Unlike other contestants, Wang Zhihong was quite relaxed at the moment, and he was more leisurely waving with the disciples in the second district.

tread!

Lin Feng jumped onto the martial arts arena.

I haven't seen Wang Zhihong's strength, but his aura is better than that of Lu Jie before, and he seems to be one of the sixteen strongest members of Xiefengtang under the age of 30. Seeing his opponent's complacency, Lin Feng smiled slightly, but didn't take it to heart.

Strength does not depend on words.

"Zhihong, avenge Junior Brother Lu Jie!"

"Don't underestimate the enemy, be careful he's fast."

"Come on, Senior Brother Zhihong, defeat this preparatory disciple cleanly and advance to the top sixteen!"

...

Everyone in the second district shouted.

Wang Zhihong raised his hand, turned his head and smiled at everyone.

And at this time——

"Competition, start!" Beixie Guardian, who was in charge of this competition arena, didn't like to talk too much, and announced the start of the competition directly, without any courtesy. When the voice fell, Wang Zhihong was taken aback for a moment, he recovered and even turned his head, but...

"Where's the person?" Wang Zhihong's eyes widened.

Ahead, the competition arena was empty, and there was no trace of Lin Feng. He suddenly heard the exclamation of the disciples in the second district, and Wang Zhihong's spine was cold. Before he came back to his senses, a huge force hit the fragile neck directly.

Boom!

Wang Zhihong's eyes were staring, his mind was blank.

"Bang!" Like a boulder, it fell heavily outside the ring, and Wang Zhihong was not injured at all. But at this time, there was nothing but horror in his eyes, and he didn't know what happened. Including everyone in the second district, they were all having a carnival before, but now they all seem to be frozen.

In less than three seconds!

Wang Zhihong's defeat speed,

Set a record for the second round.

boom! ~

Instantly. The four districts exploded.

All the preparatory disciples were overjoyed, shouting crazily, jumping for joy, full of jubilation. The previous tension turned into excitement. These pre-18-year-old preparatory disciples saw their idols win. The ecstasy in their hearts could no longer be suppressed, as if they were the ones who won.

"Lin Feng, win." Guardian Beixie glanced at Lin Feng and announced the result.

Lin Feng looked calm.

He jumped down from the competition ring and walked past Wang Zhihong who was still in a daze. Return to the location of the preparatory disciples in the fourth district. He didn't say anything, but Wang Zhihong's face was blushing, thinking of the arrogant words just now, he wished he could find a hole to drill right now.

"The first match." Lin Feng felt peaceful in his heart.

Not wanting to waste any more time, right now he hopes to advance to the top four immediately and compete with Tie Yun and Wang Hui.

…

second round.

Game three!

There is no bloodshed.

Lin Feng easily defeated three people in a row, and the opponent in the final eighth battle was even the seventh-level powerhouse in the Qiyun period. Of course. Before Lin Feng even got out of the sheath of the Nine Nether Thunder Saber, he had easily broken it and cut through the thorns and thorns. effortless.

A dark horse!

All the preparatory disciples in the four districts shouted hoarsely, their faces were flushed with excitement, those girls seemed to be looking at Prince Charming, their eyes were full of stars. The disciples in the third district were like deflated balls, sluggish and helpless.

A game can be luck. But a full three games...

Is it still luck?

It was Wang Hui and Tie Yun, both of whom looked dignified. He looked at Lin Feng as if facing a formidable enemy. Unlike another martial artist who entered the semi-finals, Lin Feng has not shown his true colors so far. But has inexplicably entered the semi-finals.

They don't even know how strong the preparatory disciple in front of them is.

"He's only 20 years old?" Sect Master Xiefeng's eyes brightened.

"Yes." Dharma Protector Dongxie nodded: "This Lin Feng has long been friends with Dong Taifu, and also has a close relationship with President Lu of the Rising Sun Store. From my guess, he is probably the disciple of a certain hermit powerhouse. Just entered the world not long ago."

"No wonder he was not interested in letting him join the Xiefeng Hall before." The Xiefeng Sect Master was stunned.

"The method used by the suzerain may be wrong. If this son comes from a famous family, you will undoubtedly humiliate his status by making him an ordinary disciple. He is naturally unwilling." Dongxie Guardian said: "But if you let him enter the first district, even Suzerain, you personally accept him as a disciple, and he will definitely agree."

"Accept him as an apprentice?" Sect Master Xiefeng murmured.

Guardian Dongxie nodded: "This son's future achievements may not be inferior to Wang Hui's. The suzerain must not miss out on talents."

Sect Master Xiefeng looked over: "Let's look at his battle with Tieyun first. He should be at the second level of the Qiyun stage. I wonder if he can compete with Tieyun."

Protector Dongxie smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid it will be difficult, but Tie Yu is the strongest in the second district."

"Maybe." Sect Master Xiefeng smiled, with deep meaning in his eyes: "Until now, he...hasn't drawn his sword yet."

"What!?" Dong Xie froze.

…

"knife?"

"No way!?"

"It's true, have you seen him draw his sword?"

"Hearing what you said, it seems that he uses fists and kicks to solve every battle."

...

"Could it be that he doesn't know how to use a knife?"

"You idiot, you don't know what to do with him in Xiefengtang!"

"Stupid, people are clearly hiding their strength, but they still can't see it now, what Lin Feng hides is not so deep!"

...

There was an uproar.

Lu Jie, Wang Zhihong and others who were defeated by Lin Feng stared even bigger than the copper bell. They were a little unconvinced before because they were defeated by Lin Feng's trick. But when I think about it now, cold sweat breaks out and ticks fall.

True!

Lin Feng's knife has not been unsheathed yet!

Like a gust of whirlwind, this discovery immediately spread to all the disciples in the four districts. Apart from being shocked, everyone looked at Lin Feng with curiosity and even trembled. At this time, after a short rest, it was the last two games of the semi-finals——

Fight at the same time!

"No. 17 Iron Meteor, against No. 32 Lin Feng!" Nanxie's voice sounded impressively.

Wow! ~

There was a commotion.

…

tread! tread!

Lin Feng and Tie Yu fell into the competition arena.

The four eyes met, and there were crazy shouts around, one after another. The new wind war has been going on until now, and finally ushered in the climax. The battle of the top four, the duel between the strong and the strong, makes people excited.

There has never been a preparatory disciple who has entered the top 16, top 8, and even the top four of the New Wind War!

Every step Lin Feng took was creating miracles.

"Zheng!" Tie Yun drew out his saber, the pitch-black color reflected a strong dark light. Standing like a black bear, the majestic muscles and tendons are fully exposed. Looking at Lin Feng's saber raised horizontally, Tie Yu's fighting spirit is boiling, and his voice is like a bell: "Draw the saber!"

"Of course." Lin Feng smiled.

Clang! The Nine Nether Thunder Knife shone coldly, and the image of Netherworld appeared behind him, and his aura changed drastically.

His knife is finally out of its sheath!

...(to be continued)