"I didn't expect we would meet so soon."

Zeng Zuimo said with a "brush", opened the fan, shook it in front of his chest, and at the same time his head was shaking together, shaking his head and interpreting the four words "self-proclaimed romantic" to the fullest.

"yes."

Ning Feng spread his hands and said that the second round was just now. It was a bit early to meet one of the three popular ones.

Zeng Zuimo closed the fan with a snap, pointed at him from afar, and said, "Brother Ning, I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time, but I didn't expect that I could compete with you so soon."

"I thought it would be in the future in a few hours."

"Huh?" Ning Feng heard it, and it seemed that the two sides were completely different from the same thing.

Zeng Zuimo seemed to be talking about sex, completely ignoring the noise below, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother Ning, I thought so a long time ago."

Ning Feng scratched his head and asked strangely, "Why?"

"Because of Xiwei!"

Zeng Zuimo's face showed a fanatical look, and the fan was opened again, and he kept slapping it on "slack and slack".

Ning Feng rolled his eyes straight, and a thought flashed quickly in his mind: "Did you call Xiwei?"

Before he could put this idea into words, Zeng Zuimo said in a row, and Ning Feng couldn't even get the chance to get the socket.

"I can't compare to you. In terms of family background, qualifications, appearance, Brother Ning, how could you be better than me? Why is Xiwei just close to you?"

"I don't agree with this appearance." Ning Feng whispered his heart, yawned, spread his hands together, and was too lazy to talk to Zeng Zuimo.

"You said, why?"

Zeng Zuimo fanned the fan and made his hair fly up. He took a step forward, but lowered his voice and spoke in a roar.

"It seems that you can't answer."

Ning Feng sighed and asked, "Brother Zeng, why do you think Xi Wei is different from you? I remember that she is very kind to you."

This tone is perfunctory, let alone Zeng Zuimo, Ning Feng himself feels embarrassed.

"snort!"

Zeng Zuimo snorted coldly, and Qiheng looked up. He was both indignant and sad, and said, "Brother Ning, why do you have to be perfunctory and deceive each other with false words?"

"In the past, she brought people closer to each other, which was her habit of dealing with people and her demeanor. I don't know that the more polite she is to others, the closer she is, the more she means she has never taken people to heart and is alienated."

Ning Feng praised Zeng Zuimo for having a good look, and at the same time, he added secretly: "It seems that I have to thank her for being picky at me. Wait, why is it wrong?"

"I'm very jealous of you!"

Zeng Zuimo said for a long time and finally said this. He stepped forward again, and a fluorescent light emerged from his back. If something was eager to try and was about to come out.

"You not only let Xiwei look at you differently, but also became the only successor of the Sun Dharma generation!"

"I want to see, what's so great about you? I'm going to prove it in front of everyone today..."

"stop!"

Ning Feng felt his head hurt. What was this called? He raised one hand and quickly stopped it.

Surprisingly, Zeng Zuimo actually stopped.

Ning Feng sighed and said, "Brother Zeng, you have said so much, are you thirsty?"

Zeng Zuimo's eyes glared, his hair stood up, his mouth opened and closed, and he was about to leave.

It can be imagined that it would never be a good thing to say if you really want to say it.

"besides……"

Ning Feng replied at the right time, "Brother Zeng, don't you really think that we were on the platform with a sharp wind and a low voice like a mosquito. You elders really can't hear it, right?"

“Uh~”

Zeng Zuimo was still glaring at the sight just now, and his eyes almost popped up, and his mind was spinning quickly, thinking about what he had just said?

He had never expected the question that Ning Feng mentioned.

Zeng Zuimo subconsciously looked down at him, and was on the stage, almost in the clouds. He saw that the people below were like ants, so where could he see expressions? But he felt that what he saw was clearly gloomy faces.

He swallowed, and wanted to kill him with all his forehead. He even wanted to angrily scold Ning Feng for not reminding him earlier, letting him make this ugly, ruining the image in the minds of his elders, and whether he would talk about the characteristics of the Sun God Palace?

However, I was not thick-skinned enough, so I couldn't say this.

Ning Feng smiled slightly, feeling that the unhappiness caused by the word "Xiwei" that was said several times by Zeng Zuimo, finally venting it.

"I'm really stingy."

Ning Feng looked at Zeng Zuimo's face opposite, and his face changed in various colors on his face as if he had opened a soy sauce shop. He smiled and said, "Brother Zeng, why do you think so much?"

"You and my brothers, just fight well."

"In the future, there will be opportunities to take the blame for your enemies and test your male and female."

After saying this, Ning Feng raised his hands high above the top and then sank into the Dantian. Behind him, the sun divine light burst out, like the sun rising eastward.

"Hahaha, Brother Ning said it."

Zeng Zuimo was stunned for a moment, threw the fan behind him, flew down the platform and didn't know where to fall. He smiled heartily and said, "It's my brother's, it's not. Today, he will compete first. He will take the lead in taking the hatred and then discuss the hero."

After a while, they could not see the following situation. If the one who was close enough, they could see the Lord of the Jiumai Mountain in the Divine Palace, especially Tianxingzi, who was Tianxing Peak. The gloomy face slightly decreased, and he nodded slightly as if he felt relieved.

"brush!"

Zeng Zuimo had his arms wide open, and he felt like he was in water. He was actually several inches higher out of thin air. He only pointed his toes on the ground. Behind him, a pair of wings emitting light chips spread out, flapping and slapped.

"Luo Tian's Wings!"

Ning Feng visualized the Sun God Palace and circulated his body of the Sun Method at the extreme. The meridians on his hands were aching faintly, as if he couldn't help but release the accumulated power, but his mind was still calm, with bright eyes falling on the pair of wings.

"Like a tiger with wings, like a sunset!"

"With this pair of rare magic weapons and combined with the sixth Dharma solar wind, the first person in this generation is the first person to be in front of me."

"I just don't know how fast it is?"

Ning Feng's thought flashed through him and he immediately knew it.

"Bang~"

Zeng Zui Mo's wings stretched to the extreme. He slapped from top to bottom and the waves of air rolled away. His whole body suddenly blurred.

"No?"

Ning Feng's eyes widened, and his right hand was slightly raised, and he could not get out the sun divine light that had accumulated to the extreme.

Even though the distance between the two sides is only a few dozen feet.

"Not to mention dozens of feet, even ten feet, I'm not sure."

Ning Feng's face was as deep as water, staring at Luo Tian's Yuyi kept swaying. It seemed that he was still staying in the distance, but Zeng Zuimo was in a strange and vague shape.

He dared to knock down Wushan with one blow at one hundred and twenty feet, but he could not hit the target at one blow at a distance of tens of feet, or even ten feet.

Ning Feng's pupils were constantly shrinking, and Zeng Zuimo's figure in his eyes was still blurred. But he could vaguely grasp a little trace.

"He is constantly moving, constantly moving in the small space, fast enough to bring out the afterimage, which gives people a sense of blurred body shape."

"The speed is too fast to grasp the exact position. My only attack method under the current circumstances is not a range method. Taking action rashly is to try luck."

Ning Feng didn't want to fight for luck, so he hesitated.

At this time, Zeng Zuimo moved. After this period of fanning, Luo Tian’s wings reached an extremely high frequency, as if a fly was flying by. It actually made a buzzing sound.

Look at it in front, look at it in the back. In a flash, you are arranged left and right.

Ning Feng stood still, Zeng Zuimo's figure was far and near, sometimes in front and sometimes behind, and countless afterimages were brought out around him, as if countless birds with wings were buzzing and muttering non-stop.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After the whole ten breaths, Ning Feng and Zeng Zuimo remained motionless and the other was moving desperately. However, there was no sound before the Divine Palace.

Whether it is a personal teaching of the Divine Palace, a fake disciple, or a newcomer from the outer sect, they all feel the tension that permeates the entire platform.

"One blow, it's very likely another blow win."

Baoxi closed his eyes, looked like a charlatan, and touched a golden compass on his hands, as if he was stroking the most seductive woman's thighs.

Chen Xiwei heard this and gave him a fierce look.

The attack of Baoxi is obviously not Ning Feng’s attack, but Zeng Zuimo’s.

Even though he was closing his eyes and pretending to be a charlatan, Baoxi still felt very good. He immediately opened his eyes when he felt his eyes open, and then he looked at his nose and his heart. He couldn't speak any more.

Seeing that he was well-behaved, Chen Xiwei then withdrew his gaze.

The problem is that she only has one pair of eyes, and she can't stare at everyone. The discussion comes from all directions:

"This game should be Zeng Zuimo won. It's worth my bet on him. It's worthy of being one of the three stars."

"Yes, yes, yes, Sun Feng, Luo Tianyi, Zeng Zuimo was invincible, Ning Feng could only passively wait for him to take action. When Zeng Zuimo took action, it was his sure opportunity, Ning Feng was in danger."

"How is it possible for Ning Feng to win unless Zeng Zuimo can slow down?"

“…”
To be continued...