Xiao Feng's voice was not very loud, but it spread clearly throughout the gymnasium.

Everyone was shocked, and Xiao Feng issued a letter of war to the middle-aged generation in the ancient martial arts world.

Especially the younger generation, they all smiled bitterly, and jokes, they were just a joke.

Someone really wanted to point at Xiao Feng's nose and say, "Boy, who do you think you are? How old are you, you want to challenge the middle-aged generation."

However, when they saw Xiong Tianba slowly climbing up from the platform, they all closed their mouths and defeated Xiong Tianba. Xiao Feng had the strength to challenge the middle-aged generation.

Xiong Tianba looked at Xiao Feng's back and smiled bitterly. He had just seen Lie's heart-happy before and wanted to try how strong this guy was, but now he was defeated by him.

However, Xiong Tianba is similar to Yan Tian, ​​who belongs to the type of martial arts fanatic. Apart from being a little depressed, he will not have any other thoughts. At most, he feels that his skills are not as good as others, and he is a little embarrassed.

"Damn, Brother Feng is so domineering." Zhang Yu waved his fist and his face turned red with excitement.

"Yes, he is so strong that he is a little unreal." Huo Tian also nodded: "You said, after we practice ancient martial arts, will we become so strong in the future?"

"Of course, but we will definitely not be so evil."

"Haha, this guy is indeed a monster." Fat Dahai also smiled bitterly. You know, when he first met Xiao Feng, he could torture him.

In just over a year, Xiao Feng can easily abuse him.

Xiao Feng swept away his lazy appearance before, like a sharp sword unsheathed on the stage. His eyes swept across the audience and muttered in his heart, it turned out that the feeling of pretending in public was so good.

"It's really the younger generation pushing the older generation, and each generation is stronger than the other..."

"Yes, when Jing Moxian swept the two generations of old and middle-aged people, he was already in his thirties, but this guy is still so young..."

"I am not as emotional as you, I feel that these grandparents are the nemesis sent by God to us..." An older generation master smiled bitterly. Back then, Jing Moxian was like a bright sun, and even if they were bright, their stars were blocked from their light...

Now that they are old, Jing Moxian is here, but Jing Moxian's grandson is getting up again and suppressing their grandson again. Is this a waste of life?

Nangong Ji gently stroked his beard and showed a gratified smile. He regarded Xiao Feng as half of his apprentice and witnessed his growth step by step, so he was very happy to see that he had the current strength.

"Old man Jing, you won." Nangong Ji muttered slowly. When he heard Jing Moxian say he wanted to raise the child freely, he really stopped him, thinking that he was wasting a good seedling for martial arts cultivation.

But now it seems that Jing Moxian is better than the chess and has cultivated masters who have swept the younger generation by using free-range methods.

"Hey, do you think there will be a middle-aged generation to challenge it?" someone asked in a low voice.

"have no idea."

"Haha, full moon, go up and try Donor Xiao." An elder of Shaolin Temple said with a chuckling.

"Yes." A middle-aged monk nodded and jumped onto the ring.

Seeing the middle-aged monk coming to power, the lower part became quiet. Some people who knew the monk showed surprise. This person was a real strong man. It is said that he was a rare martial arts genius in Shaolin Temple in the past 30 years.

Behind this martial arts genius, there are three elders teachings, which can be described as a living sign in Shaolin Temple.

"I remember that the full moon monk ranks third among the middle-aged generation." Someone said slowly.

"Well, he should be the most powerful middle-aged man in the middle-aged generation who came here today."

"No, didn't you see that the Golden Knife is still sitting there?"

"What, the Golden Sword King Wu is here too." Someone was surprised.

"Um."

"Hehe, there's a good show."

"Donor, I am the monk Yuanyue of Shaolin Temple, and I am here to ask for advice." Yuanyue said slowly holding the Buddha's ritual in one hand.

Xiao Feng looked at the monk and raised his eyebrows. This guy was definitely a strong enemy. Even now he didn't dare to be careless.

"The middle-aged generation ranks third." Yan Tian introduced Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes, and it was indeed the case.

"Master Yuanyue, that kid will accompany you for a while." Xiao Feng thought for a while and nodded.

He just announced in public that the middle-aged generation could come to him to challenge him. If he refused now, wouldn’t he be slapping himself? Xiao Feng couldn’t do such a thing.

"Okay." The monk Yuanyue nodded: "I offended."

"Come on." Xiao Feng took two steps back, mobilized the internal strength in his body, and at the same time locked the monk with his eyes, not daring to be careless.

"Drink." The monk of the full moon shouted lightly, and his yellow robe was windless. He swung his sleeves like a sharp blade, making a howling sound.

Xiao Feng was shocked. Is this the legendary Shaolin master of iron sleeves?

"Be careful, donor." The monk Yuanyue reminded him, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Xiao Feng, and swung his long sleeves and rushed towards Xiao Feng's chest.

Xiao Feng retreated suddenly and did not dare to take it head-on. At the same time, he brewed the sixth level of force and looked for opportunities.

Brush brush.

The iron sleeves were flying, dazzling, Xiao Feng kept retreating until he retreated to the edge of the platform, and there was nothing to retreat.

"Not good." Xiao Feng stepped on the air, was shocked, his body raised up, and kicked his right foot hard.

Bang.

Xiao Feng's right foot collided with the palm of the full moon monk, and then he flipped over with his own strength, let out a breath, and almost fell down.

"What a handsome light skill." The monk's eyes lit up and his iron sleeves waved again.

Xiao Feng cursed in his heart, "Damn it, is this a monk or an opera singer? Why do you wave your sleeves?"

Bang.

Xiao Feng was careless and suddenly a hand was poked out from his yellow robe's sleeve and pressed it on his chest.

After exhaling the strength, Xiao Feng felt a severe pain in his chest. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and his internal strength surged, and he took the other party's palm.

puff.

That's it. After Xiao Feng took a few steps back, he still vomited a mouthful of blood, and then his face turned pale.

The monk of the full moon launched a fierce critical strike as if he had not seen Xiao Feng being injured.

"Damn it, bald donkey, you made me angry. I will give you double this palm." Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and his aura surged again.

Next, the discussion begins again.

"Xiao Feng is injured."

"Well, the full moon monk ranks third, and his combat power can defeat many older masters. Xiao Feng is still too young."

"Continue to watch, I think Xiao Feng may have any backup plan."

On the stage, Xiao Feng changed his previous moves and began to become wide open and close together, completely in a tough way.

The monk Yuanyue narrowed his eyes. This is the one he was most afraid of when he practiced his foreign kung fu.

Bang bang bang bang.

The two of them fought continuously. While Xiao Feng used the sixth level of force, he also used the skillful force of fighting cows across the mountain.

Bang.

The two sleeves of the full moon monk were all shattered by Xiao Feng's secret force, revealing two muscle-covered arms.

"Fight." Xiao Feng's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He took strange steps under his feet, and the ancient martial arts and mental techniques were used, and his whole body had reached its peak level.

Many older generations have turned green and ask themselves, if they were on the way, they would probably be Xiao Feng's opponent.

This means that in fact, Xiao Feng already has the ability to challenge the older generation of senior experts.

The monk full moon felt pressure, but he did not retreat and took turns to use the unique skills of Shaolin Temple.

Bang.

Xiao Feng and the Yuanyue Monk had another hard palm, and spitted out a lot of force, which shocked the latter five or six steps back.

The monk's face changed. Where did this guy get such a mighty internal strength?

"Let's end." Xiao Feng let out a long roar, and the half-baked seventh level of energy burst out.

Bang.

The monk of the full moon flew backwards, and Xiao Feng's feet became soft and he sat on the ground.

That's right, Xiao Feng used the seventh level of power, and he could already use it, but the price was that all his strength was exhausted, just like he used the sixth level of power.

Moreover, he usually cannot use the seventh level of power, but with the domineering force of the full moon monk, he directly rushed to the meridians and used the seventh level of power.

Xiao Feng gasped, then took out a flash pill, tilted his head and swallowed it. Fortunately, he used the seventh level of force temporarily, otherwise, it would be really embarrassing today.

"I don't know if the old guy can also use the seventh level of power. Maybe he can compete with him another day." Xiao Feng murmured in his heart, but he also knew that even if he used the seventh level of power, he would not be the old guy's opponent.

Shunwan melted in his mouth, and a trace of pure energy wandered around his body. Xiao Feng slowly stood up and looked at the monk Yuanyue who was still lying on the ground: "Master Yuanyue, are you still fighting?"

"I lost." The monk of the full moon gave in.

"Haha." Xiao Feng heard the other party admit defeat, and his feet shook and almost fell down again.

There is no way, there is too much internal energy required to explode the seventh level of strength, which completely takes time for him.

He quickly took out another instant pill and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he felt much better. He looked at the audience and prayed secretly in his heart, but no one came up to challenge him anymore. Damn it, why don’t you lose.

"Amitabha, Xiao Donor Xiao deserves the first person." The elder of Shaolin Temple said slowly.

This elder has a very respectful position in the ancient martial arts world. If he can get his recognition, he can almost confirm his identity as the first person.

"I wonder if King Wu of Jindao will go up again... However, Xiao Feng's condition seems to be not very good."

"Um."

As he was talking, a middle-aged bearded man holding a long box stood up.

Xiao Feng looked at him and his eyes shrank. In fact, he had noticed this guy a long time ago. This was his intuition. This guy was definitely very powerful.

"Who is he?" Xiao Feng asked in a low voice.

"The Golden Sword Wang Wu, the middle-aged generation, ranks second."

"..." When Xiao Feng heard this, his eyes turned dark and he almost fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!