Chapter 1106

What we don't know is why friar Ling Xuezong didn't kill him directly, but let Feng Qingliu deal with the young man with black hair in this way.

The secret behind this is unknown to outsiders.

"It's a little interesting to gamble with your life." Jiang Feng mouth showed a smile, "in that case, I will be next."

"Then come on stage." Feng Qingliu licked his lips with a smile in his eyes. He wanted to see how powerful his cultivation was when this guy reappeared after more than 8700 years.

After all, that was the year. He wanted to show the other party who was in the world now.

"Yes Jiang Feng put down his glass and flew directly to the stage under the gaze of countless people. When he landed on the stage, he was condescending and attracted attention.

"I'll let you decide." The breeze flows lightly, says magnanimously.

"Whatever you choose." Jiang Feng light said.

"Well, I'm not polite. With the word" death "as the proposition, I'll come up with poems and odes in one minute, and we'll decide the outcome by voting. Do you have any opinions?" Asked the wind.

"No problem, but I want to ask you, is there anything special you want to say to your parents?" Jiang Feng asked.

What does this mean? Does it mean that he is going to die soon and needs to leave his last words as soon as possible?

"What do you mean?" Wind light flow cold asked, frightening eyes hard at Jiang Feng.

"I'm afraid you'll die too soon. Your parents won't even have a chance to listen to your last words." Jiang Feng said thoughtfully.

court death!

Wind light flow pupil suddenly burning strong anger, want to kill Jiang Feng directly, but he still suppressed down, plan to first righteously win Jiang Feng, in the kill him.

"Don't talk nonsense, since you promise, start as soon as possible!" The wind said softly.

"It's just poetry and ode. When you put forward the proposition, I've already thought about it. Take your time. I'm not in a hurry. I can wait for you for a while." Jiang Feng said lightly.

Is this guy right?

The whole scene is boiling. In one minute, this is very harsh. It's hard to create elegant poems with dead words!

Feng Qingliu is trying to show off. After all, he is very proficient in this field, but the other side says that he has already thought about it and doesn't need a minute. What an amazing remark.

The people on the scene were stunned and thought that this guy would not, pretending to be calm.

Wind light flow was angry almost spit blood, he thought he can show some, did not expect the other party directly to him to a kill, this makes his heart very angry.

However, he tried his best to keep his mind steady. Even though he was gifted, he created poems and odes in a moment, but if he could create eternal sentences in one minute, it would be enough to crush him directly.

A minute goes by quickly.

Jiang Feng has been looking at it coldly.

Feng Qingliu says something in his mouth, and his brows are either wrinkled or loosened. Until the time is approaching, Feng Qingliu suddenly shows a confident smile: "you will definitely lose. Let's talk about what the poems and odes you created are. Read them to you, or let me see. You can come up with some amazing poems."

"You take the slowest time. Let me read it first. What about face?" Jiang Feng sneered.

"You Feng Qingliu's face turns green and red. This man's words are so hateful that he moves his mind several times.

"Well, in that case, I'll come first!"

Having said that, the wind light flow will look certain, loud voice read: "death, live, how hard life ah!"

After reading here, countless people applauded and praised.

"Good words, good words, worthy of being Ling Xuezong's top talent, not only amazing talent, powerful, unexpected so talented!"

"This sentence, dead or alive, tells us how many people have suffered on the road of practice. The last sentence, how hard life is, is just the finishing touch, and makes the whole sentence reach the highest level!"

"Perfect, too perfect, will last forever!"

Listen to the sound of praise from countless people below, the wind flows gently, showing the color of satisfaction on his face, looking at Jiang Feng provocatively.

"And yours?" Jiang Feng once doubted whether these people were deaf. Is this a poem? Are you sure it wasn't made up by a three-year-old?

In order to hold up the genius of Ling Xuezong, these people don't even want a little moral integrity. It's a shame, a mob!

Jiang Feng shook his head.

In the face of wind light flow elated questioning, Jiang Feng suddenly feel that this so-called genius, most of the brain is not easy to use.

"There is only one sentence in my poem, you can die."

After saying that, Jiang Feng directly a palm blast out, straight to the wind light flow to kill!!

The purpose of sending out the engagement for Ling Xuezong's people is to kill them all here, so as to frighten people.

Today, I want to announce to people all over the world that mu Lingxue, the founder of lingxuezong, was just a ruthless and gossip woman.

Jiang Feng had promised to compete with Feng Qingliu, but he just teased each other.

Just did not expect that the other side vowed to contest, thought how fierce, the result is just hold such a doggerel, also let countless people below praise, it is ridiculous.

It's time to put an end to this absurd situation in canglan continent. Ling Xuezong, the dominant force, is now crowding it.

"Bold!"

The wind is light, and his eyes suddenly change. He didn't expect that the poem created by the other party is just a sentence. You can die!

This guy was fooling him from the beginning. At this time, he didn't pay attention to him or all the people who participated in the ancient poetry conference.

"You don't have to be bold to kill a mole ant like you." Jiang Feng spits out indifferently, and his palms burst out with murderous Qi, tearing the void and destroying it.

Wind light flow heart was shocked, he found that each other's body burst of breath, let him have a kind of direct suppression feeling.

"The cut of the wind!" The wind light flow decisively urges the mystery of the wind, uses the power of the wind, turns into a sharp blade, and fiercely cuts away at the palm of Jiang Feng's hand.

Bang Ka!!!

The blade of the wind, without touching the palm of Jiang Feng's hand, was crushed by a powerful force, and then all the power of the wind that enveloped the body of the wind was crushed at this moment.

Bang!

Jiang Feng waved his big hand, with no match, directly on the other side's body.

"Stop it

Inside the venue, there was a burst of drinking, and immediately an old man rushed to the stage with the speed of tearing up the space.

It was Ling Xuezong's elder of tongtianjing who did it. He saw that it was not good and stopped him for the first time.

But even if it's tongtianjing, it's hard to stop Jiang Feng!

The author a pot of wine said: Lost draft, sorry, late