Being stared at by more than 50,000 spectators in the audience was already nervous enough for many Holy Clan disciples. If hundreds of ghost-level powerful men were staring at him at close range, the oppression would not be easily expressed in just a word. Even if he could stand firm, even if his psychological quality was excellent, there was no sign of nervousness on Wang Feng's face from now on. He followed Annanxi slowly and quickly. The big bosses from all sides were looking at him. He also looked back with a smile. Not to mention, he really saw many acquaintances.

Aaron, the heroic sword of the Duchy of Debon, Abu Dazhebe, the representative of the Duchy of Bingling... Of course, Clara, who was sitting in the second area, and the old sea lion Soraka behind her. Both of them had a tacit understanding and did not say hello. But when they passed by Clara, suddenly a secret message came to him. Clara blinked quietly.

This fish charming boy... Wang Feng was amused, but he saw an old orc sitting next to him smiling and nodding at him. Old Wang nodded slightly and gave a greeting. He just looked at his dress and could roughly guess the other party's identity. This should be the elder of the Southern Beast Tribe, and he was also the oldest man Lao Wang had seen besides Oscars. It is said that he has passed 130 years old. Even if he looks at the many masters of the Nine Heavens Continent, he is quite old and looks quite rosy.

Going further forward, there are more acquaintances, Gui Zhicai from Dark Demon Island, Grand Duke Canglan, Hei Wukai, Jixiangtian, who heard his name but had not yet met him...

Lao Hei grinned at Wang Feng, and Jixiangtian still had the mask of a stranger. He did not avoid his gaze. His shiny eyes were filled with interest and curiosity, and there was a smile, as if reminding Wang Feng that he still owed Jixiangtian a "reasonable requirement".

Next to her are Longjing of the Nine Gods and the Holy Son of the Holy City. These two are quite easy to identify. The expression and sitting posture can be easily distinguished. The Holy Son gives people the feeling of being young and promising, friendly and generous; Longjing looks much more casual, leaning against the back of the chair with a slight tilt angle, looking at Wang Feng with interest.

Others don’t know, can he not know? No matter how Lei Long helps him hide it, Wang Feng is the Pu under the fifth prince Long Xiang, code-named 18. As early as in Longcheng, these information were no longer a secret at the top of the Nine Gods, but this is just a Pu. The most insignificant small part of Longxiang’s intelligence organization has such huge potential. The rune talent is amazing and it can be said that it was a disguise made by Lei Long for him. However, the previous battle with Tianzhe Yifeng was definitely not someone who could disguise him, and...

Longjing's eyes stayed on Wang Feng's face for a long time. From the moment he first came on stage, facing the hundreds of ghost-level strong men in the stands, the big men from all sides could still look at him calmly, neither humble nor arrogant. Just this mentality is probably impossible to count among the younger generation.

Strength, wisdom, mind and nature... Such talents should belong to me, but it is a pity that I cannot use for my own use just because I was not careful for a moment!

Longjing's view was probably the same as the big guys present. Not to mention that Hawkland was so proud that he even admired him when Fu Changkong looked at Wang Feng. He was a genius who showed himself as a soul beast master, but ended up being a top wizard. What's even more rare is that he has always been tolerant and low-key, and has an extraordinary personality. Lei Long really taught a good disciple, which is enviable.

There was Fu Changkong in the chair, but Lao Wang bowed slightly to the side first: "Principal, disciple Wang Feng is here."

"Okay, okay!" Hawkland was filled with joy. Look, look at Wang Feng, he just can distinguish the main and secondary. Although he is not adjusting normally, he is very sensible at critical moments!

He has been sitting in this chair for a long time, but few people around him really take him seriously. Everything is dominated by Fu Changkong, making him seem like a foil. But now Wang Feng, who is highly anticipated, instantly reversed the situation with a call of principal and made Lao Huo the center... Otherwise, he would have said that his Rose disciple was powerful!

"Wang Feng, I'm looking for you to come up. There is a situation to explain to you." Hawkland paused, and his anger suddenly calmed down. He smiled and looked at Fu Changkong: "Old Fu, I will not be overwhelming as a guest. Please explain the details."

Fu Changkong smiled slightly, explained the matter of the soul energy protective cover lightly, and then said: "I don't need to say more about the large-scale damage of witchcraft. It depends on Wang Feng. If you are sure to control the damage range of witchcraft, then the game will start immediately. If it doesn't work, I suggest postponing the game until tomorrow, depending on your own choice."

"Just for this? You guys have discussed here for a long time?"

As soon as Wang Feng opened his mouth, his tone immediately made the principals around him frown.

But Hawkland felt like a spring breeze. As the saying goes, teachers and students work together, and it is better to cut off gold. Moreover, Wang Feng's unhesitant tone obviously had a countermeasure. Hawkland firmly believed that with Wang Feng's intelligence, what he thought of would definitely be a countermeasure that would be beneficial to roses without any harm!

"At a young age, I'm not a small tone!" Zhao Feiyuan said coldly: "Wang Feng, the teacher who teaches you witchcraft should have told you on the first day that witchcraft is a double-edged sword, and the harm of witchcraft should not be underestimated! The natural disaster is the fourth order witchcraft. I think you were already very forced to control it just now. It was okay to have a soul-capable protective cover before, but now there is no protection. The lives of tens of thousands of viewers in the audience are in your hands. As a disciple of the Holy Clan, you naturally have to put the lives of the people of blade first!"

Lao Wang shook his head helplessly. It turns out that he is an old Yin-Yang person. The truth is really good, and he is really fucking exaggerated. The fourth order is indeed very strong. If it is really affected, injury may occur. But if it can cause death in front of so many masters, it is funny. If the power is really leaked, these people will not move.

Of course, he also knew the other party’s plan, “What does this senior mean? I have to worry about the surroundings and control the scope of witchcraft while fighting. Isn’t this too difficult?”

Everyone knew that this would be the case. The wizards must concentrate on the martial arts. While fighting, they also have to think about the attack range. They will also make a fuss and give them a head.

"Wang Feng is right, Annanxi, you are the referee, so there are such unfair rules?" Lao Huo is not a fool. The white-haired Bull Mo is quite straightforward. He can lead an alliance to one.

But Annanxi's face was calm, "As a referee, I cannot participate in your negotiations."

Hawkland was a little surprised, and the people around him were smiling. Hawkland was also interesting. He really regarded others as a fool. He wanted to take advantage of this kind of extra game. It was not that easy. After all, this is the home court of the zenith.

Zhao Feiyuan sneered, "This is not OK, that is not OK, then wait for the soul crystal shield to be repaired. This is the fairest. Can't you fight tomorrow? Or are you Rose insisting on playing at the risk of hurting the innocent?"

Hawkland was so angry that his chest was tight. His mouth was invincible in the Rose Rune, but it was really not enough to see here. He vaguely felt that the other party had any conspiracy, but he couldn't catch it. What was he falling to the ground?

At this time, it depends on the influence. After all, most of them are guests invited by the Zenith. They are standing on the Zenith one after another. The fairest way is to wait for the Soul Crystal Defense to be repaired. Hawkland, who is a runner who is not good at speaking, wants to hit someone.

"Wang Feng, what do you think?" Hawkland really had no choice. This kid is all ghostly. He must have his own judgment. He feels that it is better than to drag it to tomorrow than to be controlled. There are more dreams at night. The methods of Zen are hard to defend against. Maybe they never dreamed that they would beat this way. Once the Zen is revived, N kinds of tricks will be born tomorrow.

"Everyone, you seem to have misunderstood something." Lao Wang interrupted the argument of the crowd, paused, glanced at the headmaster of the top and the very active Zhao Feiyuan, and said lightly: "I mean... I just want to play a extra game. What a big deal. Since witchcraft is not easy to control damage, it doesn't need to be done."

As soon as the words came to an instant, the surroundings became silent... Hawkland's expression was instantly distorted...

No, no witchcraft? Wang Feng is talking slander? Just kidding?

Hawkland looked at Wang Feng in a daze, but couldn't find any joke in Wang Feng's eyes. It was not just him, the Holy Son, Jixiangtian and Longjing next to him were the closest to each other, and after hearing this, he couldn't believe his ears.

A wizard dares to say that he does not use witchcraft to fight the enemy? Then what else can he fight? Are he going to sleepwalking on the field?

"Happy!" Fu Changkong slapped his thighs suddenly. Although he had confidence in Ye Dun, this was really an unexpected surprise: "If you can treat my zenith like nothing, you are indeed a heroic boy. I am looking forward to this battle!"

"Have backbone!" Zhao Feiyuan also laughed out loud after a brief moment of sluggishness: "Wang Feng, you said this in person. All the principals and guests present are witnesses. What if you use witchcraft in battle?"

"Violation of the rules is naturally a loss." Lao Wang smiled and said, "Do you need to say more?"

"Okay! That game is coming..."

"Wait! Wait!" Hawkland covered his heart, and his mentality exploded in an instant.

A wizard fights a martial arts master, and his realm is originally stable, but what the hell is it that he doesn’t use witchcraft? Do you use a small fist to hammer his chest?!

Poor Lao Huo, last time he was so angry that he had a heart attack by the report on the Light of the Holy Temple. He finally recovered during this period, but now he feels that his heart disease is about to be accused of. Wang Feng has taken the wrong medicine, right? Damn, I have seen sluts, but I have never seen such sluts! Isn't this cheating teammates?

He swallowed hard. He had already beat Wang Feng up a fierce look, but received no response. Although he didn't understand whether this kid had taken the wrong medicine, it was related to the rise and fall of Rose, so he couldn't let him do it. He looked at Fu Changkong and Zhao Feiyuan with a little anger. The previous elegance could no longer be maintained. Lao Huo just won't scold people, otherwise he would have greeted the eighteen generations of the ancestors: "I'm talking about you, aren't you too careless? Two principals, you're planning to squeeze a junior disciple, and you want shame?"

Fu Changkong smiled slightly and ignored him. Zhao Feiyuan said with a big smile: "Principal Hawkland, a dignified person, why did he scold people in public? This is your fault. Everyone here is witness. Principal Fu and I never said that he was not allowed to use witchcraft. Wang Feng said it himself. If you are the principal, you should scold your disciples. The name of calculating the money is even more ridiculous and ridiculous!"

"What principal is not as responsible as a disciple of the Holy Temple." The principal of the Holy Temple in the Late Winter also said with a smile: "I support Wang Feng this time. You are not bad. You are more courageous than your principal. Let's wait and see. Young man, come on!"

Hawkland collapsed on the chair, his mind blank, it was over.

A curve appeared on the corner of Wang Feng's mouth. He slapped this thing in the face, either without hitting it, or just hit it thoroughly.

……………………

"A extra game, free battle! Wang Feng plays Ye Dun, please enter!"

After waiting for a long time, when referee An Nanxi announced the final result on the spot, the audience was immediately exploded.

The people of Rose were surprised and cheered, but the supporters of the Zen Temple were filled with noise, and they could not believe their ears.

Wang Feng? That is a terrifying wizard who has destroyed Tianzhe, mastered five kinds of witchcraft, and a monster who surpasses the category of disciples of the Holy Clan! No matter how strong Ye Dun is, he is still only a normal person. What can a tiger top fight?

Although he had a draw, he wanted to give Rose a chance to win; if he really wanted to play over, it would be the sixth man battle! There are so many experts in the Zen Holy Temple, and I can’t beat the orc left by Rose? Why did he ask Ye Dun to fight Wang Feng? The Tiger Level is the Ghost Level, so what is it?

Isn’t this clearly going to trap the Zending Holy Temple? Damn, in this Blade City, on the territory of this Zending Holy Temple, can the Zending Holy Temple be bullied by Rose?

"Oppose! Protest!" The person with the Zenith Temple suddenly cried out in dissatisfaction: "The playoff should be the sixth man game. Why can Wang Feng, who has already made a formal appearance, go on again!"

"Haha, the people in the top are anxious. Now I know how awesome we, President Wang Feng, are? Now I know you're scared? It's too late!"

"This is unfair!" The supporter with the zenith couldn't help but shout: "What's the reason for forcing a tiger to fight the ghost level?! The other party should be the sixth orc. There are a lot of people in our zenith temple that can torture him!"

"Haha!" Rose's supporters also immediately retorted: "It's fair for you, Amo, the ghost level, to beat our Tiger Top Winnie? Don't be too obvious in the double standards!"

"Can this be the same? Wang Feng has won one game as a ghost level! Do you want to win another game? If the ghost level can be unlimited, then why are you fighting a five-man battle? Choose the strongest one to come out and crush other sacred temples directly!"

"Yes! This is not the ranking of the church, this is the personal ranking! We are not convinced by this to determine the ranking and strength of the entire church!"

People with zeniths feel frustrated, but more people think it is unfair. It is not that it is unfair to fight the ghost level at the Tiger Level, but as a ghost level, he actually wants to play two games in a row, and the second game is to compete against a tiger level? The key is that this is still an important game that concerns the ranking of the temple, which is absolutely unacceptable!

Why? The Zen Temple can clearly choose a strong man to fight that orc! The Zen Temple has always been used to enjoying things like rules and privileges, but today it has become enjoyed by others...

The buzzing noise suddenly rang throughout the audience. Tens of thousands of viewers were cheering and booing, coupled with the excited shouts of the Rose disciples, and the supporters of the zenith threw notes at the Rose stands, the small flags and the vent of various debris and garbage, and almost riots and the scene was in chaos in an instant.

"Nouns! You're here!" Mo Tong was excited in an instant. He liked this violent scene the most. The passageway entrance was not suitable for him at all. There were enough notes. People like him, of course, they had to stand on the front line of the stands and fight to the death with those bad guys who dared to throw garbage at the Rose stands! Lao Wang and the others were fighting on the stage. How could Mo Tong be idle? He beat 50,000 yuan and so on. Mo Tong dreamed of it! The fastest update was computer terminal::/

"Don't go Motong!" Yin Yue shouted anxiously. The scene was messy enough. It was obvious that Famir and Su Yue finally calmed down the emotions of the Rose supporters. If Motong went up, it would take less than a minute to fight with everyone on the scene?

But where can the notes stop him? Mo Tong's ears were heard and oiled in the soles of his feet: "I'll go!" The fastest update is mobile::

boom!

Mo Tong's soul power exploded, and rushed out like a duel, but in the next second...

Bang!

A big hand gently grabbed Motong's neck, and then pulled Motong back who had already rushed up, holding his neck like a chicken.

Li Fusu let go of his hand indifferently and said lightly: "Don't cause trouble for my sister's rose, boy!"

Forget it, he was still so shameless and was lifted to the back of his neck. Mo Tong was furious, but just as he clenched his fist, he turned his head, and then he felt the whole world turn black. In front of him, a terrifying black shadow quickly raised. His towering body, two black eyes seemed to be looking down at him, an ant from the sky above, with a terrifying murderous intent that makes people thrust!

Guru...

Mo Tong, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, couldn't help swallowing, and then coughed twice: "Cough cough! What... notes? Where are you?"

"Silent!" A thick voice swept across the audience under the influence of soul power.

It is the referee Annanxi, who is transparent in the whole game, but this sound instantly suppressed the noise of the whole audience.

A terrible aura surged from Annanxi's body, and the small white-haired figure instantly became majestic in the consciousness of all the audience: "In this field, there has never been three words unfair!"

The white-haired Bull Demon was once a hero who reached the top of the ghost! Although the hero was old and no longer had the strong physical strength he had when he was young, he gradually went to the second line and was kind to others in normal times. However, when he really wanted to get angry, he was still enough to shock a bunch of sluts.

The terrifying momentum made countless people around him shut up, no one dared to offend him, and the supporters of the Zen Holy Church were only extremely frustrated for a moment. Isn’t this our home court? How did the referee help outsiders speak?

"Now the rules of the competition are announced!" An Nanxi said coldly: "Due to the damage to the on-site protective cover, the use of witchcraft is prohibited in this battle, and the violator will be immediately sentenced to be lost!"

As soon as the words were finished, the stadium, which was already a little buzzing, suddenly became silent, and everyone opened their mouths together.

It is forbidden to use witchcraft? Ye Dun is a martial artist and does not know witchcraft at all. This is obviously a restriction on Wang Feng. Wang Feng is a wizard!

The god turned around in an instant, and the supporters of the rose who were still very happy just now were all stunned.
Chapter completed!