Chapter 2691: The North-South Controversy

"Ten Holy Sons Luo Feng..."

Hearing the young warrior's words, the three people at the same table were stunned for a moment, and one of them smiled and said, "You mean Luo Feng from the Canglan Dynasty?"

"Who else is not him. Throughout the ages, he has only been one of the ten holy sons. I believe there will be no more in the future."

The young warrior took a sip of wine, smiled on his face, and continued: "Of course, he is also the only Holy Son who is not worthy of his name so far."

"How do you say that?"

"Hehe, you understand in your heart, why pretend to be confused with me."

The young warrior smiled and said: "At the beginning of the Holy Land assessment, all the elders of the Holy Land felt sorry for him who was buried at the hands of the Demon Sect at a young age, so they named him the so-called Tenth Holy Son. Otherwise, a little-known small country in Northern Xinjiang, How can the nameless person who came out get the title of Holy Son, I am afraid that he will be eliminated in the first round. Regardless of strength and potential, the four of us are above the tenth Holy Son. That kid can be named Holy Son, It can be regarded as death without regrets, although the name is not true..."

"Hahaha!" The three people beside them laughed.

Lin Hongyi glanced at the four of them, frowning secretly.

She had stayed in Song of Martial Sect for a while, and actually knew that many people did not take Luo Feng, the Tenth Holy Child, seriously, but this was the first time she heard such unscrupulous ridicule.

The four young warriors were all excited and continued to talk loudly.

"Except for the famous old geniuses such as Qin Queen and Ghost Spirit Sword in Northern Xinjiang, there are no geniuses nowadays. They can only be at the bottom of the four major territories. This time, the top ten venerables conference comes from the geniuses of Northern Xinjiang. Among them, Chu Yunxiang from Songwu Sect is the only one who is a bit worth seeing. However, compared to Jin Zhenjian Jinshitai, Jin Shixiong, Hua Yuntian, and the first holy son Lin Hao who walked out of our southern border, they are not It's worth mentioning."

"Well, it is an indisputable fact that the northern border is weak. In terms of the quality and quantity of geniuses, it cannot be compared with our southern border."

"Hey, the four of us going to northern Xinjiang are enough to sweep away those young talents and become famous."

"Hehe, what's the point of being the king and hegemony among a group of mutton sheep?"

The blue-clothed swordsman shook his head, "I have wandered around in northern Xinjiang before, and there is no decent master at all, and there is no way for me to use my full strength. This time, I hope to meet Chu Yunxiang at the Ten Great Masters Conference. I heard that he is now the leader of the new generation of Wu Song Sect, I hope he will not disappoint me."

boom!

The four of them were talking loudly, when suddenly, a young gunman sitting nearby shot up at the table with a livid face, glaring at the four of them and said:

"Speak wildly, you dare to talk about the talents of Northern Xinjiang! With your meager strength, you are not worthy to lift the shoes of Senior Brother Chu Yunxiang!"

"It's from your Song Wumen."

Luo Feng put down his chopsticks, glanced at the person standing up, and said to Lin Hongyi.

Lin Hongyi nodded slightly, without saying anything.

The eyes of the four people who were discussing also fell on the young gunman. The leader, the young man with a sword in blue, said disapprovingly, "Who are you? I don't talk to unknown people."

The young gunman snorted coldly, and stepped forward regardless of the obstruction of the people at the same table, "Zhao Kuo, an inner disciple of Songwu Sect, is a member of Hengfeng Kingdom in northern Xinjiang!"

He bit the word "Northern Xinjiang" very hard.

"hehe!"

heard that,

The young swordsman who spoke just now smiled lightly and flicked his fingers, "Zhao Kuo? I don't know him. An inner disciple should not come out and make a fool of himself."

They didn't give Zhao Kuo any face at all. Of course, they didn't need to give any face. All four of them had a golden sword engraved pattern on their chests, and they were all disciples of the Holy Land Heavenly Sword Sect.

Zhao Kuo's face was livid, and he suddenly pointed his spear at the four of them, pouring his true energy into it, and a sharp force burst out immediately, and said in a deep voice:

"In that case, how dare you fight me!"

The young swordsman did not get up, and said calmly: "You are not qualified to let me take action. However, since you are so persistent, then I can't refuse your invitation. Brother Han, you can go and play with him."

The young swordsman looked at a young hero in yellow clothes opposite him.

"haha okay."

The young man in yellow stood up, glanced at Zhao Kuo, and said:

"Han Xing of the Heavenly Sword Sect, please learn your master's tricks. However, the sword is ruthless, and I hurt you. You asked for it."

Seeing this, the warriors sitting nearby stepped back for a distance.

Although they also felt that what these four people said was a little too much, but both sides were disciples of the Holy Land, so it was not easy to intervene.

"Hmph, please enlighten me!"

Zhao Kuo saw the contempt of the other party, and twisted his thick eyebrows into a deep "Chuan" character. He let out a deep drink, and the brown-gold spear in his hand turned into a blood-colored lightning, and charged out violently. For a ferocious and howling wolf, the power is fierce.

The young man in yellow saw the gun light coming, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "Small tricks! Break it!"

Chi!

Without drawing the sword at all, the young man in yellow put his two fingers together on his right hand, separated by a little space, the two fingers were like a sharp sword, tearing the air, and accurately pointed on the head of the giant wolf.

The giant wolf shook slightly and exploded, Zhao Kuo took several steps back.

drink!

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the boiling true energy on Zhao Kuo's body turned into billowing flames.

"Take another shot at me, Gale Fengluan!"

boom!

When the shot was fired, the temperature on the sixth floor of the restaurant skyrocketed. The spear in Zhao Kuo's hand seemed to be no longer a spear, but a continuous twisting storm of flames, blasting towards the young man in yellow from all directions.

The swordsman in yellow's face was flushed by the light, his eyes narrowed, he took a step back, and put his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Eat my sword!"

Chi!

The sword light flashed, and the edge suddenly rose.

boom!

In the shining sparks, Zhao Kuo was holding a long spear, vomiting blood and flying backwards, several tables were directly smashed to pieces, and a big hole was punched out of the wall of the restaurant behind him by sharp energy, causing a burst of exclamation from outside.

"Zhao Kuo!"

Zhao Kuo's companions stepped forward to support Zhao Kuo.

"Vulnerable."

The young man in yellow clapped his hands with disdain.

The few people supporting Zhao Kuo all looked sullen, but dared not speak out.

They wanted to regain their face, but among them, Zhao Kuo, who was at the fifth level of the Distraction Realm, was the strongest. Now that Zhao Kuo was easily defeated by the opponent, it would be useless for them to go up.

What's more, from the looks of it, the opponent didn't use his full strength at all with that sword strike just now!

The blue-clothed youth headed by the four Heavenly Sword Sect disciples also stood up at this moment, and said to the yellow-clothed youth with a smile:

"Junior Brother Han, it seems that your swordsmanship has improved again in this period of time. You should be able to show some limelight at this Ten Great Venerable Conference."

"Senior brother, I'm overwhelmed. Compared with you, my strength is not worth mentioning at all."

The young man in yellow put his sword back into its sheath, glanced at Zhao Kuo and his party, and said with a faint smile: "However, now it seems that I have a little high opinion of the talents of Northern Xinjiang."

"Listen to my advice, you should go back, so as not to be ashamed at the conference."

The last sentence, the young man in yellow was speaking to Zhao Kuo and the others.

"you!"

Zhao Kuo was so angry that his face was bleeding.

There were also some young talents from northern Xinjiang who were also furious at the moment. Several of them couldn't help but want to stand up, but were stopped by their companions.

These four Heavenly Sword Sect disciples are not weak, especially the blue-clothed swordsman, whose true essence is rolling, revealing a hint of fullness. Moreover, amidst this fullness, there is another hint of sharpness looming, which makes people dare not ignore it.

"Don't be impulsive, that person is Gu Lin from the Heavenly Sword Sect!" Someone reminded in a low voice.

Gu Lin is not an unknown person, even in the entire southern border, he is a genius with a small reputation. Not only is he a peak powerhouse at the eighth level of the distraction state, but his sword intent has already been completed. There are even rumors that as long as Gu Lin's sword intent is complete, The top ten golden swords in the Heavenly Sword Palace must also have his place!

Sure enough, when they heard the name Gu Lin, they were still aggressive just now, and those who wanted to stand up immediately frowned and lowered their eyes, but their faces were flushed red, they were so humiliated in person, but they couldn't fight back...

"let's go!"

Several northern Xinjiang talents couldn't stand the atmosphere, so they got up and left.

"It seems that I can pass the time. I don't know if they will deny me as the Ten Holy Sons."

Luo Feng smiled at Lin Hongyi.

The appearance of Qianyun before made him not have a good impression of Tianjianzong.

Putting this aside, he is not a person who likes to forbear.

He is also a member of Beijiang, and anyone would feel unhappy to be ridiculed like this.

Luo Feng was about to get up, but Lin Hongyi stopped him with his hand.

"He hurt my fellow martial artist, so naturally I should be allowed to come."

"Alright. Be careful of that blue-clothed swordsman, you are no match for him."

Luo Feng was stunned for a moment, sat down again, and gave some advice.

"Um."

Lin Hongyi nodded and stepped out.

"Do you want to fight again?"

Seeing that no one dared to stand out, the young man in yellow was even more pleased. He looked around on the sixth floor of the restaurant, and his eyes finally fell on Zhao Kuo, his head raised slightly.

Zhao Kuo's face was ashen. If he hadn't been held back by several companions, he might have rushed out immediately.

"Senior Brother Zhao, a hero doesn't take advantage of immediate losses. We'll make a fuss when we see Senior Brother Chu Yunxiang!"

Someone persuaded in a low voice.

At this time.

"You guys back off."

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded from the side.

The person who spoke was none other than Lin Hongyi.

Hearing the voice, everyone's eyes fell on her.

"Who are you……"

When Zhao Kuo and the others saw Lin Hongyi, they were puzzled.

Although Lin Hongyi has practiced in Songwu Sect for a few years, she spends most of her time in closed doors and lives in seclusion. Many disciples have never even seen her.

Lin Hongyi walked to the side of several people, took out the token of the inner disciple of Songwumen, then turned to the young man in yellow and said:

"I'll fight with you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Kuo frowned slightly, and hurriedly said to Lin Hongyi through voice transmission: "Don't be impulsive. This person's swordsmanship is extraordinary. I estimate that his strength is far beyond that of ordinary fifth-level distraction level experts. Are you opponent!"

As soon as Lin Hongyi came out, he could tell that the other party's cultivation base was not on par with him, so he naturally persuaded her at this moment.

Lin Hongyi turned a deaf ear to this, and just looked at the young man in yellow with cold eyes.

The young man in yellow took a look at Lin Hongyi, and smiled nonchalantly, "Who am I to tell you? It turns out that she is another inner disciple of the Wu Song Sect, and she is also a woman. Are you from Northern Xinjiang too?"

"Lin Hongyi from the Canglan Dynasty in Northern Xinjiang." Lin Hongyi said.

"The Canglan Dynasty..."

The young man in yellow froze for a moment, then glanced at his companion next to him, "Isn't the Ten Holy Son Luo Feng a member of the Canglan Dynasty?"

"I didn't expect such a coincidence."

"Junior Brother Han, she is from the same place as the Ten Holy Sons, you have to be careful." The other three were also a little surprised, chatting and laughing next to her, not paying attention to Lin Hongyi at all.

The young man in yellow turned his head and said to Lin Hongyi, "Seeing that you are a woman, let me advise you, just give up, lest you bring yourself to shame."

"Lin Hongyi..."

Zhao Kuo also wanted to persuade Lin Hongyi not to be impulsive.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Lin Hongyi was too lazy to talk nonsense, raised her eyebrows, inhaled and concentrated, and stepped forward, ignoring the distance of several meters, and appeared in front of the young man in yellow, with a fist that shone with pale golden light, and punched out.

hiss!

The young man in yellow felt a majestic pressure rushing toward his face. In his eyes, that seemingly delicate fist was like a towering mountain. The astonishing pressure made all the hairs on his body stand on end, and he had no time to think about it. With a little footsteps, the figure retreated rapidly, knocking over two tables one after another.

Lin Hongyi didn't chase after him, she punched halfway, and immediately took it back, just looking at the young man in yellow who retreated in embarrassment.

"Since you don't appreciate it, don't blame me!"

The young man in yellow stabilized his figure and stared at Lin Hongyi with a haze on his face. He never thought that he would be forced to retreat.

Of course, he didn't take Lin Hongyi to heart either. He didn't expect the other party to have the courage to make a move just now, and he was too careless.

Otherwise, absolutely not so.

"Accept it!"

Lin Hongyi didn't say a word, stretched out her figure, and appeared in front of the young man in yellow again, punching out.

snort!

The young man in yellow showed disdain, put his two fingers together in his right hand, and pointed out with one finger.

"Junior brother, be careful!" The blue-clothed swordsman saw the clue, his face changed slightly, and he reminded him aloud.

It is a pity that it is too late.

boom!

The energy was rolling, and when the finger strength came into contact with the fist, there was a dull explosion in the air.

The face of the young man in yellow, who was still full of confidence just now, was first puzzled, then surprised, and finally turned into unbelievable shock. With a muffled snort, he was shocked back more than ten steps. It shattered and hit the wall with a bang, knocking out countless cracks in the wall made of Bai Yuyan, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Zhao, what's going on..."

The people next to Zhao Kuo looked at this scene in disbelief.

Zhao Kuo didn't answer, he licked his lips, looked at Lin Hongyi's back, a little absent-minded.

He had fought against the young man in yellow, and he knew that the other party was powerful, so when he saw the other party being forced back by Lin Hongyi's punch, he was even more shocked.

"hateful!"

The young man in yellow's face was half white and half red, and he drew out his long sword with a clang, and said in a harsh voice:

"No wonder you dare to stand up. You have one or two means, but it's not enough!"