Chapter 980
Am I Qualified?
Chapter 980 Am I Qualified? (4 more)
The next day, Weiyuan General Ling Feng, who was making a lot of noise, wanted to challenge the battle of the Baizhan Arena, and the prelude finally kicked off.
Early in the morning, surrounded by Li Bufan and Jiang Xiaofan, Ling Feng came to the Baizhan Arena.
The Baizhan arena is located in the south of the center of the Tianmang Fortress. This arena is guarded by a few human emperors who are guarded by the fortress. The sorcerer and the inscription master personally built the large formation, creating a huge arena similar to the Colosseum.
The surrounding area is under the protection of a powerful formation, even the destructive power of the battle of the king rank peak powerhouse, it is difficult to destroy this arena.
Therefore, the fighters fighting inside can play to their heart's content, without worrying that the energy from the battle will destroy the camp of the Tianmang Fortress.
At the entrance of the Baizhan arena, there were several lean disciples of the Tianmang Fortress guarding them. Without exception, they were all strong sword masters.
"If you want to enter this door to participate in the arena of hundreds of battles, first accept my undefeated punch!"
Before entering the arena, the guards outside the ring stopped Ling Feng and his group, and said with a contemptuous smile.
"Fart, where did this shit come from?"
That guy Lu Qingshan couldn't help but said angrily: "Don't bully people too much!"
Ling Feng pursed his lips, knowing in his heart: These masters of Tianmang Fortress are trying to give themselves a blow!
"Go ahead."
Ling Feng signaled the general to stay calm, took two steps forward, and said calmly to the disciples in Tianmang Fortress, "Please be merciful, brother."
"General Ling, I dare not call you brother and brother!"
The guard looked at Ling Feng contemptuously, clenched his fists, and directly violently attacked the thick divine power. Above his head, a gray phantom of a giant bear rose up. Bear.
"Undefeated King Fist!"
With a soft shout, the guard mercilessly punched Ling Feng in the face.
"boom!"
The wind of the fist roared, and the berserk force smashed hard on Ling Feng's chest.
"Get out!" Ling Feng shrank back his left shoulder, and then his body shook violently, and he directly sent the guard flying.
"puff!"
The guard spat out a mouthful of blood, and stared at Ling Feng in disbelief. He was no ordinary guard, and his ranking in the Baizhan Arena was around 200.
At this moment, under his full force, not only did he fail to suppress Ling Feng, but he was shocked by the force of the rebound, causing his blood to twitch, and his muscles and veins trembled with severe pain.
In fact, if it wasn't for Ling Feng's mercy, this guy would not be as simple as spitting blood.
"Now, am I eligible to go in?"
Ling Feng looked up at the other two guards who were blocking the way, with a hint of mockery on his face.
"Please come in."
The faces of those two were pale with fright, even their boss couldn't stop Ling Feng, the two of them were not enough for Ling Feng to fit between his teeth.
Ling Feng smiled faintly and strode into the arena.
"Kachacha!——"
As the floodgates of the arena opened, Ling Feng and others walked through a long and narrow passage.
Once you enter, it's like entering another world.
A majestic and noisy atmosphere rushed towards his face like a torrent. This feeling made Ling Feng's blood boil.
This arena can accommodate more than 3000 people. Even though there are still monsters harassing the border at the moment, the enthusiasm of the soldiers of Tianmang Fortress for this battle arena has not diminished in the slightest.
The astonishing aura, the coercion that frightened the soul, made Ling Feng sigh, the foundation of the Tianmang Fortress.
This place is indeed a place where strong people are like a cloud. Compared with places like the four universities, it is like a greenhouse, and this is the place where geniuses fight.
A real place to grow!
With so many strong men gathered together, even Ling Feng couldn't help breathing a little short of breath.
Listening to the sound of fighting on the ring, the shouts of the spectators, and the faces of high-spirited faces in the contestant area, Ling Feng felt his blood boil and his whole body was burning with fierce fighting spirit.
When Ling Feng walked in, the surrounding soldiers who came to participate in the challenge all focused their eyes on Ling Feng.
They didn't know that a boy who was only 20 years old wanted to challenge the masters on the high ranking list.
Who is it that gives him courage?
However, this "suicide" challenge is particularly eye-catching.
Soon, Li Bufan and his group walked towards the auditorium, while Ling Feng, alone, strode into the ring area.
In the eyes of thousands of pairs of talented elites in Tianmang Fortress, he will face a hundred strong men who are on the list of hundreds of battles, one person and one sword.
Ling Feng's eyes shone brightly: Today, this arena belongs to me, Ling Feng alone!
……
"Hmph, this kid is finally here!"
On the left side of the Baizhan Arena, there is a VIP seat specially set up for the generals to watch the battle. At this moment, only four people are present in this VIP seat.
These four people were naturally military advisor Sun Boce, generals Li Qing and Wang Meng, and the empire's number one poison master, Su Dongling.
"The breath is restrained and hidden."
Su Dongling narrowed his eyes. Compared with the previous meeting in the imperial capital, the feeling Ling Feng gave him was completely different.
If it was at that time, Ling Feng was like a sharp sword, but now Ling Feng seems to have been put into the scabbard.
However, once the sword is unsheathed, it will sweep all directions!
Sun Boce also nodded slightly, "This General Ling, whose bone age is not more than 20 years old, was able to lead the sword team of Tianwei Academy to challenge the Royal Sword Team and win the battle. This boy is indeed outstanding. .”
Li Qing who was on the side suddenly said, "Mr. Sun, this kid has a little bit of talent, but he's still too young!"
"Right, right, are there still few talented people? These flowers in the greenhouse have never experienced real life-and-death combat. Even if they have nothing to do with cultivation and martial arts, they can't compare with us elites who have been fighting for a long time." !” Wang Meng also said with hatred.
These two generals obviously still remembered the fact that Ling Feng treated them as nothing in Huanglonggang a few days ago.
"There are indeed many talented people."
Su Dongling smiled lightly, and gently picked up the tea on the table. He had heard about the Hundred Battles Arena, defeating a hundred opponents in a row, and defeating a hundred opponents one by one. essential difference.
Although he had a good impression of Ling Feng, he was not too optimistic about Ling Feng's ability to defeat a hundred opponents in a row and become the king of a hundred battles.
Now, I just want to see how many people my precious daughter's favorite boy can kill in a row.
(End of this chapter)
The next day, Weiyuan General Ling Feng, who was making a lot of noise, wanted to challenge the battle of the Baizhan Arena, and the prelude finally kicked off.
Early in the morning, surrounded by Li Bufan and Jiang Xiaofan, Ling Feng came to the Baizhan Arena.
The Baizhan arena is located in the south of the center of the Tianmang Fortress. This arena is guarded by a few human emperors who are guarded by the fortress. The sorcerer and the inscription master personally built the large formation, creating a huge arena similar to the Colosseum.
The surrounding area is under the protection of a powerful formation, even the destructive power of the battle of the king rank peak powerhouse, it is difficult to destroy this arena.
Therefore, the fighters fighting inside can play to their heart's content, without worrying that the energy from the battle will destroy the camp of the Tianmang Fortress.
At the entrance of the Baizhan arena, there were several lean disciples of the Tianmang Fortress guarding them. Without exception, they were all strong sword masters.
"If you want to enter this door to participate in the arena of hundreds of battles, first accept my undefeated punch!"
Before entering the arena, the guards outside the ring stopped Ling Feng and his group, and said with a contemptuous smile.
"Fart, where did this shit come from?"
That guy Lu Qingshan couldn't help but said angrily: "Don't bully people too much!"
Ling Feng pursed his lips, knowing in his heart: These masters of Tianmang Fortress are trying to give themselves a blow!
"Go ahead."
Ling Feng signaled the general to stay calm, took two steps forward, and said calmly to the disciples in Tianmang Fortress, "Please be merciful, brother."
"General Ling, I dare not call you brother and brother!"
The guard looked at Ling Feng contemptuously, clenched his fists, and directly violently attacked the thick divine power. Above his head, a gray phantom of a giant bear rose up. Bear.
"Undefeated King Fist!"
With a soft shout, the guard mercilessly punched Ling Feng in the face.
"boom!"
The wind of the fist roared, and the berserk force smashed hard on Ling Feng's chest.
"Get out!" Ling Feng shrank back his left shoulder, and then his body shook violently, and he directly sent the guard flying.
"puff!"
The guard spat out a mouthful of blood, and stared at Ling Feng in disbelief. He was no ordinary guard, and his ranking in the Baizhan Arena was around 200.
At this moment, under his full force, not only did he fail to suppress Ling Feng, but he was shocked by the force of the rebound, causing his blood to twitch, and his muscles and veins trembled with severe pain.
In fact, if it wasn't for Ling Feng's mercy, this guy would not be as simple as spitting blood.
"Now, am I eligible to go in?"
Ling Feng looked up at the other two guards who were blocking the way, with a hint of mockery on his face.
"Please come in."
The faces of those two were pale with fright, even their boss couldn't stop Ling Feng, the two of them were not enough for Ling Feng to fit between his teeth.
Ling Feng smiled faintly and strode into the arena.
"Kachacha!——"
As the floodgates of the arena opened, Ling Feng and others walked through a long and narrow passage.
Once you enter, it's like entering another world.
A majestic and noisy atmosphere rushed towards his face like a torrent. This feeling made Ling Feng's blood boil.
This arena can accommodate more than 3000 people. Even though there are still monsters harassing the border at the moment, the enthusiasm of the soldiers of Tianmang Fortress for this battle arena has not diminished in the slightest.
The astonishing aura, the coercion that frightened the soul, made Ling Feng sigh, the foundation of the Tianmang Fortress.
This place is indeed a place where strong people are like a cloud. Compared with places like the four universities, it is like a greenhouse, and this is the place where geniuses fight.
A real place to grow!
With so many strong men gathered together, even Ling Feng couldn't help breathing a little short of breath.
Listening to the sound of fighting on the ring, the shouts of the spectators, and the faces of high-spirited faces in the contestant area, Ling Feng felt his blood boil and his whole body was burning with fierce fighting spirit.
When Ling Feng walked in, the surrounding soldiers who came to participate in the challenge all focused their eyes on Ling Feng.
They didn't know that a boy who was only 20 years old wanted to challenge the masters on the high ranking list.
Who is it that gives him courage?
However, this "suicide" challenge is particularly eye-catching.
Soon, Li Bufan and his group walked towards the auditorium, while Ling Feng, alone, strode into the ring area.
In the eyes of thousands of pairs of talented elites in Tianmang Fortress, he will face a hundred strong men who are on the list of hundreds of battles, one person and one sword.
Ling Feng's eyes shone brightly: Today, this arena belongs to me, Ling Feng alone!
……
"Hmph, this kid is finally here!"
On the left side of the Baizhan Arena, there is a VIP seat specially set up for the generals to watch the battle. At this moment, only four people are present in this VIP seat.
These four people were naturally military advisor Sun Boce, generals Li Qing and Wang Meng, and the empire's number one poison master, Su Dongling.
"The breath is restrained and hidden."
Su Dongling narrowed his eyes. Compared with the previous meeting in the imperial capital, the feeling Ling Feng gave him was completely different.
If it was at that time, Ling Feng was like a sharp sword, but now Ling Feng seems to have been put into the scabbard.
However, once the sword is unsheathed, it will sweep all directions!
Sun Boce also nodded slightly, "This General Ling, whose bone age is not more than 20 years old, was able to lead the sword team of Tianwei Academy to challenge the Royal Sword Team and win the battle. This boy is indeed outstanding. .”
Li Qing who was on the side suddenly said, "Mr. Sun, this kid has a little bit of talent, but he's still too young!"
"Right, right, are there still few talented people? These flowers in the greenhouse have never experienced real life-and-death combat. Even if they have nothing to do with cultivation and martial arts, they can't compare with us elites who have been fighting for a long time." !” Wang Meng also said with hatred.
These two generals obviously still remembered the fact that Ling Feng treated them as nothing in Huanglonggang a few days ago.
"There are indeed many talented people."
Su Dongling smiled lightly, and gently picked up the tea on the table. He had heard about the Hundred Battles Arena, defeating a hundred opponents in a row, and defeating a hundred opponents one by one. essential difference.
Although he had a good impression of Ling Feng, he was not too optimistic about Ling Feng's ability to defeat a hundred opponents in a row and become the king of a hundred battles.
Now, I just want to see how many people my precious daughter's favorite boy can kill in a row.
(End of this chapter)