Chapter 1175

With the status of master Mingyue, no one dares to stop him from leaving, let alone asking why he came and did not compete, so he left in a hurry.

Taoist priest Chongxu was so angry that he even expected Ye Feng and master Mingyue to fight each other. It's better to kill each other. It's better for him to pick up a bargain. However, master Mingyue left quietly.

Taoist priest Chongxu was disappointed. The old monk is really sick. Even if you can't beat him, you can consume his physical strength. I'm so angry.

He reproached Zen master Zhikong and said, "what's the matter with your teacher uncle? He's been closed for a long time. What's wrong with his brain? Run to the field, stand face to face for two minutes, and then lose without fighting. "

Zen master Zhikong was also very depressed. For those prizes, he specially invited his martial uncle to participate in the ancient martial arts competition. He talked about it and spent a lot of words.

He did not regard Ye Feng as a strong opponent. He only regarded Mr. Mo DA as a strong enemy. He thought that if the martial uncle came out, he would not be afraid of Mr. Moda.

I didn't expect that the supreme vs. the final was full of drama.

Ye Feng, who took part in the ancient martial arts competition for the first time, has always occupied the position of the champion.

What saddens him most is that his martial uncle stood face to face with Ye Feng for a while and left without a word.

He sighed helplessly: "Amitabha, martial uncle doesn't do it. Naturally, there's a reason why he doesn't do it. I can't make any comments."

"You are the master of Xuankong Temple. Although he is your uncle, forget it..."

Master Mingyue is the martial uncle of Zen master Zhikong. Taoist Chongxu dare not say much if he is dissatisfied. He can only hold his breath in his stomach.

Lu Changlao continued to announce: "master Mingyue of Xuankong Temple leaves midway, it is regarded as abstention and admit defeat, the last Challenger below Chongxu Taoist priest comes on the stage."

Taoist priest Chongxu seemed to be hesitant, and Zen master Zhikong chuckled faintly: "Taoist Chong Xu, which of them do you think your cultivation is better than Mr. Mo DA and Yue Zhuo Qun?"

The Taoist priest Chongxu took a look at Zen master Zhikong and knew what he meant. Both Mr. Mo DA and Yue Zhuoqun were defeated by Ye Feng. Can you win when you go up?

Chongxu road long hate said: "even if I can't play again, I will not withdraw the game, I can lose, but I can't counsel."

When he said this, he deliberately said it aloud so that both Du Zhong and Zen master Zhikong could hear him. He also glared at them, obviously speaking to them.

Zhi Kong Zen master's face is red, his hands cling together, and his heart is crying bitterness. I knew he would not fight and lose. I even spell it. This old bone will play together. It's a waste of a chance. Fortunately, only a Buddha beads can be brought out. It's a pity that it introduces the thousand years of incense in the Buddhist beads.

Du Zhong knew that Taoist priest Chongxu was criticizing mulberry trees and cursing locust trees. He did not pay any attention to him. He pretended to be blind and scolded in his heart. You know what to do. This is not advice. It is self-knowledge.

Chongxu Taoist priest strode to the arena with a fake smile on his face: "master ye, it's my turn at last. I'm really happy for him. I won two games without a fight. It's good luck."

Ye Feng knows that Chongxu Taoist priest is congratulating him on the surface, and he must be scolded to death in his heart.

In the face of such an insidious villain, Ye Feng doesn't want to speak. His wrist shakes, and his crystal clear flying sword appears in his hand. His expression is cold and says: "no more wordiness. Let's have a sword."

A trace of anger flashed in Chongxu Taoist's eyes. I won't give you any love. I'll fight with you today.

Mr. Mo DA and Du Zhong looked at each other with a relaxed look. At this time of the ancient martial arts competition, there seems to be no suspense. Taoist priest Chongxu's accomplishments are not high among the five sects. Only in the mid congenital period, even Mo Du, who is the pinnacle of nature, can't beat Ye Feng. If Taoist Chong Xu is two grades short, how can he win.

By this time, at the top of Huashan Mountain, except for the disciples of shangqingmen and the disciples of yihuagong, they were still watching the ancient martial arts competition with an expression of concentration, and other sectarian disciples had already deduced the result.

A game without suspense loses its charm.

Taoist priest Chongxu pulled out the sword on his shoulder, and a purple sword awoke everyone's eyes. This sword is very similar to Yue Zhuoqun's purple electricity, and there is a purple stone embedded in the handle.

However, compared with the purple electric sword, this sword is a hundred thousand miles behind the other, because the sword body is only carved with neat blood grains, and there is no array. It seems that this stone is really used for decoration.

Unfortunately, Ye Feng shook his head and didn't press into the array. It was a waste of ten thousand years of cold iron and star shaped steel.

All of a sudden, Ye Feng's knowing God's eye felt a strange energy, which did not come from the body of the sword, but from the hilt.

A head of a beast is carved on the handle of the sword. It looks like a tiger's head. It is ferocious and ferocious. In order to enhance the effect, some swordsmen will carve the head on the hilt, which shows the power of the sword.

However, this animal head tiger head, is not a decoration, but has a strong spiritual power, sealed in it, it is more like a totem, a seal.

Ye Feng's eyes can only see the powerful spiritual power in the head of the beast. I'm afraid only Taoist priest Chongxu will know.Taoist priest Chongxu is obviously prepared. No wonder he will play even though he knows he is defeated. It is estimated that he has something to do with the purple light sword in his hand.

No matter what sword you take, I will destroy your sword first and see what you take to fight me.

Ye Feng held up the flying sword in his hand. The light of the sword soared and cut through the sky. A sword stabbed the Chong Xu Taoist priest's chest.

Seeing Ye Feng's fierce and unstoppable momentum, Taoist Chong Xu's face changed and he did not dare to resist it. Instead, he stepped on the Seven Star step and quickly flashed over. He said something in his mouth and his fingers crossed the air.

A purple light flashed by, not sword light, but a little cat with bright red hair beside Taoist Chong Xu.

The fire red kitten appeared in the air, which made the disciples of the flower removing palace cry incessantly.

"What a lovely kitten, isn't it a civet?"

"It's like a civet. If it can't spit fire, it's still very popular."

"I think I want a civet like this."

However, when the breeze blows, the cat, whose hair is bright red as fire, actually grows into a giant, a big tiger as tall as one person in full view of everyone.

Ye Feng can't help but take a breath. What a civet cat this is? It's a fierce beast with red hair like flame, two pupils like electricity, and a fierce animal named Liyan tiger.

Liyan tiger held the tiger's head high and swept the audience majestically. His pupils twinkled with a faint red light. The top of Huashan Mountain was suddenly silent. Especially the low-level disciples of Xuan level did not dare to come out.