Guo Chenfei's defeat failed, which made many people present unexpected.

That is a big disciple of Qingcheng Sect, with a strong swordsmanship group.

However, it is impossible to beat a Nanyang monkey, which makes many people feel unbelievable.

But this fact is right in front of you, and it is impossible not to believe it.

Guo Chenfei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to the man;

"I lost!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the Qingcheng Sect.

The referee yelled again:

"The winner, Siam's Tantric Basong."

The surrounding spectators became noisy again.

"What are you doing? I am a great Central Plains Taoist Orthodox, can't I have a master?"

"What plane makes Nanyang monkeys so rampant!"

"Get a master quickly and kill this Nanyang monkey!"

“…”

In addition to the young Taoist priests around him kept shouting, the senior elders of the Taoist sect also showed a solemn look.

They have noticed this junior Guo Chenfei long ago.

Extremely strong, but now I'm losing.

This young Siamese master is really extraordinary.

"Uncle Master, I lost!"

Guo Chenfei came to the Qingcheng Sect with some frustration and spoke to Taoist Master Hu.

Taoist Master Hu shook his head slightly:

"Victory and defeat are common, and you should not be so impulsive in the future."

When Guo Chenfei was depressed, all sects began to murmur in a low voice.

I am judging whether to take pictures of my disciples, after all, this is not a victory or defeat.

It is related to the honor points of the sect and the Taoist resources in the next five years.

But Basong on the too-star are like you are fine.

He was still punching there, looking fierce.

When many elders of the sect saw this, they began to shake their heads, not intending to let their disciples go up.

The surrounding spectators began to curse again when they saw that the major sects still had no intention of letting the main disciples take action.

"What are the major sects doing? Why don't disciples go up?"

"That's right, if I hadn't only had the initial stage of Taoist priest cultivation, I would have all gotten up!"

"That's right, if I hadn't been in the critical period of the breakthrough recently, I would have been there too!"

"The waste from all major sects only know how to compete for points..."

"Can you feel a little honor?"

“…”

The scene was accusing the major factions of one side, believing that the major factions were selfish.

There are obviously experts, but they don’t let them go.

Everyone wants to wait until the end and get a bargain.

But, at this moment.

The old wind beside me slowly stood up.

Seeing Lao Feng get up, I smiled at him:

"Don't be embarrassed!"

The corner of Lao Feng's mouth curled up:

"I lost, Zijin Baojing, you have to help me win it."

When I heard Lao Feng speak like this, I smiled bitterly.

Lao Feng did have the habit of using bronze mirror magic tools. After all, he had a Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror in his hand.

But the mirror was already a little rusted, and now it is kept by Lao Feng as a thought and is rarely used.

Now that he saw this purple gold treasure mirror, no wonder he was moved.

Lao Feng began to walk towards the arena step by step from the area of ​​the wandering path.

Zhu Yituo, Lu Guang and Xu Kun next to him all showed shock when they saw him.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, Fellow Daoist Feng is this?"

"Oh! Lao Feng is ready to go up and practice with the master of Nanyang!"

I spoke indifferently.

But as soon as this statement came out, Xu Kun couldn't sit still.

"Feng, does fellow Taoist Feng have this strength? Otherwise, you can get on!"

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Ding, I feel like you are here!"

"Can fellow Feng do it?"

At the beginning of the temple, Lao Feng never took action.

So these three people don’t trust Lao Feng.

But I smiled indifferently:

"Look at it! Old Feng will win!"

My voice was not loud, but it attracted the attention of the wandering practitioners around me.

At the same time, I also saw Lao Feng walking forward step by step.

"Hurry up, look over there, that person seems to be going to challenge."

"No! His location is in the casual cultivator area. Can he beat this Basong?"

"It's over, look at the little white-faced look, and I'm giving away the heads again!"

"Boy, are you okay?"

"Boy, go back and sit down. Are you going to send a triple kill?"

“…”

As our area became restless, it attracted the attention of the rest of the area.

The Black** Domain began, and the old wind was gradually seen by spectators from the Yellow** Domain, the White** Domain, the Qing** Domain and the Purple Domain.

At this time, everyone looked at each other because Lao Feng’s reputation was not obvious.

So, after seeing Lao Feng walk down from the Black** realm.

They all had skeptical attitudes towards him, and even had some derogatory attitudes towards him.

But this is reasonable, because in this Dharma-Ending Age.

The only remaining cultivation resources are in the hands of major sects.

Therefore, few of the scattered cultivators, especially the younger generation, can reach the stage of cultivation.

There is no one who can compete with the younger generation of major sects.

Therefore, this led to the belief of all the monks in the world.

Among the casual cultivators, there is no possibility of masters appearing.

"Damn, I don't even dare to go to the Flying Hawks, but he, a casual cultivator, dares to go up."

"Ninety percent of this fool gave him a head."

"Hey! Take a look!"

"Just go up, go up, be cannon fodder, and then send them to harvest the heads..."

“…”

In addition to these bad sounds, there are also familiar cheering sounds.

It's none other than Yang Xue, Xu Chengjing, and Wu Xinglong.

We are all people who experience life and death together, and everyone knows Lao Feng's strength.
To be continued...