C198 Phoenix flame sonic

The eight arenas gradually began to fill with wonderful battles.

However, both Ring Eight s still appeared calm and calm.

Even Zhan Tianming's previous punch had only caught the attention of a small portion of the people. After all, Zhan Tianming's opponent was only an 8-star Martial Master, so even if he defeated his opponent with a higher cultivation realm, he would not be able to cause much of a stir.

This was where geniuses gathered.

There were simply too many people who could jump levels to defeat their opponents.

In the end, the battles between Martial Cultivator s with Martial Spirit and cultivation level were more eye-catching.

Zhan Tianming did not mind.

It didn't matter if he could show off his skills now. In any case, the final limelight would definitely be his.

Who dared to snatch it?

Such a grand thing must be his.

Those who dared to snatch it, all of them were stepped on.

With his train of thoughts, Zhan Tianming casually opened the Supreme Dragon God System's reputation system.

Looking at the description, he became even more excited.

"The higher your reputation, the more you'll gain in battle power."

"I wonder how much my reputation will rise after this battle with the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank?"

He then glanced at his reputation.

Two o'clock.

He was simply too stupid.

Looking at that number, Zhan Tianming felt a wave of unhappiness in his heart.

Can't it be one, or three?

Two?

The word 'second' didn't seem very comfortable to him.

Just as Zhan Tianming was thinking this, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Hey, Zhan Tianming."

"Mm, who is it?"

Zhan Tianming looked up and saw a sixteen to seventeen year old girl standing on the stage.

The young girl was wearing a red dress, and her looks were pretty good. However, it could only be said that she was not particularly beautiful. However, she was still young, and her breasts were already protruding high, as if her clothes were about to burst.

A little further down, a belt made of red gauze and beaded chains outlined a slim waist.

Add to that a pair of long legs wrapped in red trousers, it was simply the perfect figure.

This...

F * * k! Wasn't this girl his beauty, Feng Wushuang?

Why was she standing in the arena?

"What are you daydreaming about?" Feng Wushuang asked in dissatisfaction.

"Haha …" Zhan Tianming grinned, "Beautiful girl, long time no see, I really miss you."

"Ding dong!" Congratulations to host Zhan Tianming. Feng Wushuang's good impression increased by one point. "

Zhan Tianming was startled.

This works too?

As for Feng Wushuang, who was on the stage, he had a satisfied look, as though he was already satisfied to hear that Zhan Tianming was calling her a beauty. He even forgot about the matter of him standing on the stage, and that he was currently sparring.

However …

Then, she rolled her eyes at Zhan Tianming.

"Humph!" "Stinking man, hypocritical."

"You think I don't know? You playful big radish, recently when I was mixed up with that ugly bastard Zongzheng Wanyou, have you already forgotten about me? You still dare to say that you miss me? "

"Fake!"

"Fake."

"Humph!"

After she finished snorting, Feng Wushuang flung her head and ignoring Zhan Tianming, she walked over to her opponent who was already waiting on the stage.

After a moment, her voice returned.

"Zhan Tianming, don't let me meet you on the stage."

"Otherwise …"

"I'll definitely let you have a taste of my power."

Looking at Feng Wushuang's back figure, Zhan Tianming felt a headache.

If he really met Feng Wushuang on the stage, would it be okay for him to win against her? Or was it better to lose on purpose?

Damn! He still hoped that the heavens would help him not to meet her.

Otherwise...

Shaking his head, Zhan Tianming stopped thinking about it.

In any case, there was no point in thinking about it here.

There was no way to avoid what was supposed to happen.

He shouldn't have met her and he couldn't ask for her help either.

Just as Zhan Tianming placed his thoughts aside, his eyes suddenly glared.

I'll go, won't I?

On the arena.

Warm …

Warm …

Feng Wushuang's body was enveloped in overflowing flames.

"Screech!"

A divine and domineering fire phoenix flew out from the flames. In an instant, an incomparably hot aura covered the entire sky above the Ring Eight.

Feng Wushuang stood on the stage with his hands at his waist.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared straight at her opponent.

It was the Martial Cultivator of a One Star Martial Spirit. The original confidence on his face had long since disappeared.

Fear filled his eyes.

The boundless might of the flames had long pressured the Martial Cultivator to the point where he couldn't breathe.

He was sweating profusely.

Feng Wushuang did not say anything, and walked towards the Martial Cultivator step by step.

Those eyes were also staring straight at the other party.

"Don't... Don't come over... "Don't come over here …"

"You … I... "I admit …"

"You're not allowed to admit defeat!" Feng Wushuang roared.

Whoosh!

She conjured up a wave of raging flames and charged straight at him.

"Phoenix Flame Ming Xiao!"

"Screech!"

Following Feng Wushuang's movement, the divine might fire phoenix formed from the illusions of flames immediately let out a cry that shot into the sky, shaking the void so that it trembled. And in an instant, that space seemed to have become a world of flames.

Warm …

Warm …

The flames of the heavens filled the entire arena with a loud rumble.

The figures of Feng Wushuang and his opponent completely disappeared from everyone's line of sight.

Everyone's heart tightened.

"This is the power of the Princess Wushuang? Too... It's too terrifying! "

"Mom, is he even human?"

"He is indeed worthy of being called a genius who possesses a divine object. Just this Phoenix flame alone is enough to instantly kill countless people of the same level."

"God bless me, I must not meet her in the arena."

"I don't want to meet her either. It's too scary."

"…"

In the midst of everyone's discussion, that monstrous and terrifying flame slowly dissipated.

Feng Wushuang pouted his red lips and rolled his eyes at Martial Cultivator, who was still rooted to the spot in shock.

"Tsk, how boring."

Right now, her opponent's entire body was charred black, especially his hair.

Black smoke was still coming out from the man's body, even coming out of his mouth.

The two assistant referees of Ring Eight quickly regained their senses.

Even the two of them felt a sense of danger from feeling the flames from earlier when they were close. Furthermore, the two of them were very clear that Feng Wushuang had not used his full strength, if not for that, her opponents would have already been dead.

"Feng Wushuang wins."

"Next match, Lu Shengyun against …"

The competition continued.

Clapping his hands, Feng Wushuang walked down the stage.

This time, Feng Wushuang jumped up from the stage and arrived in front of Zhan Tianming, looking at him proudly.

"Humph!" If that idiot on the stage was you, I definitely wouldn't have shown mercy. "

Hearing that, Zhan Tianming grinned.

He didn't believe it.

Because, just as Feng Wushuang was saying that, the melodious voice of the system sounded out once again.

"Ding dong!"

"Congratulations to host Zhan Tianming. Feng Wushuang's affability level increased by 5."