At the same time Luo Xiao caught Hong Sheng and asked, Cheng Feilong, the Heshuo Tianjiao Battle Team stationed in the North District, was one of the protagonists of the incident, looked at the emotional sister opposite him calmly.

"Brother, you shouldn't agree to the challenge rashly. Even the Shengjing geniuses, who are known as the No. 1 Battle Group of Wuyang Tianjiao, dare not respond. Why do you have to force yourself?"

Cheng Feilong corrected seriously: "My sister, it's not just forcing her brother, it's the other party who asked her to challenge her by name."

"Then there is no need to fight! You are in the middle of the sixth stage, and the opponent is at the peak of the sixth level. If you don't fight, no one can tell you."

"Pang Jianzuo has made an assessment. After Mukler and Qiu Yunfei fought, he suffered heavy injuries. His strength dropped by at least 30%. He also used blood gas to transform, his breath was weak, and he fell by another 20%. He could not be used again within three days - the Tule crocodile warrior who could only exert half of his strength challenged the Wuyang Xuanshu in his prime. You said, can I not take it?"

"Why can't it be? You..." Cheng Feifeng had a lot of reasons to not answer, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his brother held him down.

Cheng Feilong sighed lightly: "Little sister, I'll tell you the truth. Qiu Yunfei was defeated. According to the original plan, the one who took over him should be Yao Changping from the Shengjing Chapter - do you know who Yao Changping is?"

Cheng Feifeng shook her head. She saw this bloody battle as soon as she arrived in Shengjing. Then she saw her brother responding to the battle. She was shocked and angry, and she was almost crazy, so she didn't care about inquiries about other people's news.

"Then I tell you, we are going to call him the 'Seventh Prince', now do you understand?"

Cheng Feifeng covered his little mouth and opened his eyes wide.

Cheng Feilong said in a heavy tone: "If I don't respond to the challenge, there is no blame, but in the future, both me and even my father will probably be engraved on another account by the court."

Cheng Feifeng murmured blankly: "How can they do this..."

Cheng Feilong paused word by word: "Why can't they do this?"

The room was quiet for a while, and then Cheng Feilong's gentle voice sounded: "Little sister, it's good that you are here, I'll help you. Ha, with your encouragement, I have the least chance of winning..."

"No, at least 30% more." Cheng Feifeng woke up and seemed to remember why he came to Shengjing. He immediately untied the package behind him, and Zheng Erzhongzhi pushed it to his brother.

Cheng Feilong opened the package layer by layer with doubt, and suddenly shook his hands a little trembling: "This is..."

This is a four-foot and a half-foot long sword, with a handle of half a foot long. All four-foot are blades, exactly the same as Cheng Feilong's slender sword, or to the contrary, it is Cheng Feilong's completely imitating this knife. The scabbard is old and uses rhinoceros skin, dark green background, and circles of brown markings. It has a concave and undulating texture to the touch, cool and delicate.

Cheng Feilong held the handle with his right hand, pressed the clamping with his thumb, and lifted it slightly, clicked and unsheathed three inches. A terrifying cold aura burst out through the sheath, and the temperature of the whole room seemed to be decreasing.

Zheng!

Cheng Feilong did not draw his sword, but returned the sword to the sheath. He held his breath since he got the knife and finally vomited it out with his relaxed mood. His eyes were a little red: "The child is unfilial, so my father has worried..."

Cheng Feifeng pointed at a jade box with his finger: "Look at this again."

Cheng Feilong put down his knife, his eyes froze, and he moved: "This, this is not..."

Cheng Feifeng nodded vigorously, with a burning look: "Yes, that's it."

Cheng Feilong's face suddenly flushed: "But this is one of my father's ways to save his life!"

"Resources are always used, and now you need it the most - this is what my father said."

Cheng Feilong's eyes were red, holding a knife in one hand and pressing the box in the other hand, tightly, hanging his head without saying a word. After a long time, he seemed to remember something wrong: "Hey! I just responded to the challenge, you sent these treasures, this is the one who predicted the uncertainty..."

"Father and I don't know that you are so Meng Lang." Cheng Feifeng didn't give her brother a good face when she mentioned this matter. Her face turned even worse when she remembered the reason for this matter. "That Mukler, when she passed by Yishui, she once went to our Cheng Mansion to challenge you. If you are not here, Uncle Yuan will end up for you. As a result, he was seriously injured and blinded. That's why my father..."

"What?!" Cheng Feilong was furious, his energy was ignited with a bang, and he was shocked layer by layer like sound waves.

"Brother--" Cheng Feifeng's face turned pale, her chest was tight and she was about to vomit. She was only a fifth-level mid-level warrior, so how could she bear the pressure of a sixth-level mid-level warrior?

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Cheng Feilong hurriedly restrained his breath and apologized. A faint light flashed in his eyes. "Little sister, you have worked hard all the way. You can go down and rest first. For brother, you should get familiar with Yum Sword and adjust your condition."

After Cheng Feifeng left, Cheng Feilong first added two cups of tea to the table, then slowly grabbed the Yum Sword, pulled it gently, unsheathed half a foot, and hit it with a sharp edge, and said in a silence: "Where is the guest coming? What is the intention of secretly peeking out? If there is no other intention, please drink a cup and leave immediately; if there is malicious intention, please try this knife sharp!"

As soon as the word "No" fell, a shadow flashed by, and a man smiled with his hands behind his back: "As soon as your energy was stimulated, I knew it would be hard to hide it from you."

"You... Luo Zifeng?" Cheng Feilong was surprised. He never expected that this person who peeped at him was the most popular dark horse in the morning battle in Yunzhou Luo Zifeng.

"Your body movement is indeed as fast as a ghost, but there are many restrictions here, and even the White Tiger Warrior may not be able to pass through safely. Why do you..." Cheng Feilong really couldn't figure it out. In order to ensure the personal safety of the geniuses of various battle groups, their bases have defensive formations. It is almost impossible to touch them if they are below the ninth level or below.

"It's not as complicated as you think. Ji Ping helped me cover me. I saved him before... You know, you and I are all the focus now. I don't know how many eyes are staring at me. I don't want people to know that we will discuss to beat Tule people together." The visitor smiled and sat down calmly, picked up the tea and drank it. He made Cheng Feilong thunder very lightly in one sentence.

"What? Beat the Tule? You..."

"I don't want to do it either! Look, as soon as I ended the battle, I hid immediately, just because I didn't want to provoke anyone, nor did I want anyone to provoke... I didn't expect that no one in Wuyang Kingdom would provoke me, but Tula people popped up."

"Is it because of the humiliation of Yunzhou before?"

"No! It's for you - the revenge of the Tullers, you shouldn't be alone."

Cheng Feifeng's eyes suddenly widened, and she suddenly stood up, almost turning her chair over.

"How is it? Is the sound familiar?" Luo Xiao smiled and added another cup of tea for himself. He was still the same as Luo Zifeng, and his bearded face, but his voice was "original sound".

"Luo—Xiao?!" Cheng Feilong looked shocked and incredible.

Cheng Feilong has been dealing with Luo Xiao for a long time and is familiar with his voice. The reason why he didn't hear it for a while is mainly because Luo Xiao's appearance is more impactful, and with the appearance of others, Cheng Feilong couldn't think of him for a moment. Of course, the topic has reached this level now. As long as Cheng Feilong has an IQ online, he will definitely be able to guess who the person in front of him is.

"Shh--Speak quietly, at present, only you know my identity, and even Senior Brother Ji doesn't know."

"You guy is always so surprising!" Cheng Feilong sighed, his face full of relief and admiration. "Actually, I know you are not dead, because neither your friend nor your enemy knows your true strength, so the one who dies will be your enemy in the end."

"It's right." Luo Xiao had no sense of modesty. "Now my enemy is Tula, so those two level 6 warriors are going to die."

Cheng Feilong never thought Luo Xiao was talking big. As long as he saw his speed at the top, he knew that no matter how strong the Tula warrior was, he was just a sandbag.

"Okay!" Cheng Feilong was very excited, "This matter was caused by us, so let's end it."

"How sure are you?"

"Originally there were only three points, but now..." Cheng Feilong raised the knife in his hand, "This is the Yum Sword, my father's portable spiritual weapon. With this knife, he will have two more points in his chances of winning. As for the jade box, it is a medium-grade spirit stone."

When Cheng Feilong said the thing in the box, he paid attention to Luo Xiao. What surprised him was that the other party's expression and eyes had not changed at all, just like he heard that this was an ordinary stone, and he was indifferent.

"Is there a medium-grade spirit stone? That's not a problem." Luo Xiao seemed to be sucking something in the leather bag on his waist, but there was a table blocking his view, so Cheng Feilong couldn't see it.

When Cheng Feilong saw what Luo Xiao was put on the table, he almost jumped up.

A hundred-year-old flesh spirit stone! Seven-leaf red jade grass!

Luo Xiao seemed not to see Cheng Feilong's loss of composure, and said slowly: "Mid-grade spirit stones can make your energy more solid, have greater reserves, and have stronger continuous combat capabilities. The top-grade flesh spirit stones and seven-leaf red jade grass can at least increase your defense by 30% and resist a blow of a fake spirit weapon. In this way, both internal and external cultivation and work together, and not to mention more, at least 70% or 80% of the chance of winning."

Cheng Feilong felt his throat dry, and he tried hard to swallow his saliva but there was no saliva. He was holding his urge to choke and finally said: "These are too precious...I, I can't..."

"Just think it was you who borrowed me. As long as your life is saved, there will be a chance in the future." Luo Xiaohun waved his hand without caring. He really didn't care. He grabbed a lot of these things in his cave. With his friendship with Cheng Feilong and his morality, these things should be given away. "Now these things are very precious to you, but think about it, after several years, when you become a Green Dragon Warrior, or even a Dragon Elephant Warrior, is this resource still a big deal?"

Cheng Feilong smiled bitterly. Indeed, the ninth and tenth-level warriors were already the peak of the domain world. These resources can only be said to be good in the eyes of these masters, but they are not very precious. It is not difficult to take them out casually. It is only nine and tenth-level! I don’t know if they can reach it in this life. It is obvious that people say this is just a comfort, and they don’t expect to return it.

"Okay, don't be a daughter, a seven-foot man." Luo Xiao stood up and prepared to say goodbye, "You should hurry up and absorb the spirit stones and improve your combat power."

"I will not thank you for your kindness." Cheng Feilong bowed deeply to the ground, and when he stood up, his face was filled with strong confidence, "Tomorrow, I will make Tula people pay the price."
Chapter completed!