Chapter 438: Bazong Huiwu!

Chapter 438: Eight Sects Meeting Martial Arts!
"Yeah! Dad! The speed of the little emperor is fast, even those birds and beasts flying in the sky are not as fast as the little emperor!" Long Er smiled from the side, compared to yesterday, the breath of Long Er's body is again today It has been strengthened a bit, I believe that within a month, Long Er will be able to step into the Martial King Realm, and I feel abnormal after thinking about it.
"What are you doing in a daze! Come up!" Seeing Lin Feng standing motionless, Di Jiang couldn't help but speak again.
"You are too slow, I have a better way!" Lin Feng said softly.
"Boom!"
Lin Feng's space ring flashed, and the Raptor fighter appeared in front of the three of them.
"This, what is this!" Di Jiang said with a look of surprise when he saw the behemoth behind him.
"This is a Raptor fighter, come up first! Ryuuji, come here!"
Long Er immediately flew to Lin Feng's body, and then Lin Feng stepped into the cockpit of the Raptor fighter.
"Come up! What are you doing in a daze!"
Lin Feng saw Di Jiang's dazed look and couldn't help but shout.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"Boom!"
With a huge roar, Lin Feng carried Dijiang and Longer away from the Luoyun Sect without disturbing one of the Zongmen.
"Wow! Lin Feng, what kind of spiritual weapon are you, why are you so strong."
Di Jiang felt like he was dreaming. Di Jiang looked out through the window of the fighter jet, and saw layers of dark clouds drifting in front of him. Di Jiang estimated that his current height had reached at least 10,000 meters.
Moreover, Dijiang can't feel the gale at all. This is much better than riding on a bird. Dijiang remembers that once he rode on a black sky eagle, he only flew less than two kilometers in height and was directly caught in the air. The violent wind whipped up fiercely, almost smashing it to death.
"This is called a fighter jet. It can not only fly, but also attack opponents. I guessed it before. Even a strong man in the middle of the Martial Emperor Realm can be killed by us if he is caught off guard!"
"Really or not, can the Emperor Martial Realm be killed?" Di Jiang looked at Lin Feng in shock.
"Of course it is true, the last time Luoyun Sect and Dao Zong fought, haven't you seen the high-end weapons of Luoyun Sect?" Lin Feng looked at Dijiang and asked.
"If you say that, it's really possible!" Dijiang nodded thoughtfully. It remembered that when he was released from the Purple Spirit Pagoda by Baicheng, the people of the Luoyun Sect had been using it. Tanks bombed it. Fortunately, it relied on its powerful body and realm, so that it was not injured. Di Jiang tried to imagine that if he were to be a human being of the Martial King realm, he would have been killed by those tanks long ago!
And listening to the tone of Lin Feng’s words, I’m afraid that the power of this fighter is even more terrifying than the tank. Perhaps Lin Feng’s previous statement was true. Di Jiang looked at Lin Feng with a solemn expression. At this moment, Di Jiang suddenly felt that Lin Feng’s origin might not be the same. It's not as simple as it seems, this guy's hole cards have always appeared one after another, and he can't be seen at all.
"I don't know when I will come back again!"
Lin Feng was driving a Raptor fighter jet, looking at the gradually blurred Falling Cloud Sect under the high altitude, Lin Feng sighed lightly.
"What's the matter, reluctant?" Di Jiang leaned in the rear cockpit and said softly.
"Whatever you are willing to, and what you can't bear, after all, I want to leave!" Lin Feng said lightly.
Di Jiang suddenly looked at Lin Feng and said: "By the way, Lin Feng suddenly remembered one thing, do you want to listen to it?"
"What's the matter?" Lin Feng raised his eyelids lightly.
"Do you want to listen first?" Di Jiang blinked with a smile on his face.
"Xiao Di, speak quickly, or I will be angry!" Long Er stared at Di Jiang tightly.
Dijiang originally wanted to sell a pass, but seeing Long'er's appearance, he had to speak: "Lin Feng, do you know the eight schools of your Qingxuan Empire can martial arts?"
"I know, you mean, now the Eight Sects Huiwu has begun?"
Di Jiang nodded: "Yes, I listened to the elders of your Falling Cloud Sect before, but it seems that this year your Falling Cloud Sect is not going to participate. It seems that it is not only Falling Cloud Sect, but also a few. participate!"
"Falling Cloud Sect did not participate?"
Lin Feng secretly guessed in his heart that the so-called Bazong Huiwu was actually a triennial competition between the eight super sects of the Qingxuan Empire. Basically, the champions of every world came from the Yutian Shrine. As for this year, the Yutian Shrine is even more so. Be sure of ten.
Because the current eight super sects, Huangquan Sect and Heavenly Demon Sect have been destroyed, Luoyun Sect and Dao Sect are both under the banner of closed sect, so only the Imperial Palace, Sky Mask Sect, Poison Dragon Sect, and Luo Shamen these four super sects.
Lin Feng quickly deduced a general idea, at most, these four sect competitions. If it was changed to before, perhaps the Luoyun Sect and Dao Sect could exert some pressure on the Imperial Palace. As for now, this Imperial Palace Tenshen Palace is afraid that it will be stable.
The reason why the Eight Sects Huiwu is held is not only the exchanges between the various sects, but more importantly, it can better reflect the strength of each sect. Up to now, the Eight Sects Huiwu has been held more than 100 times. Except for the occasional victories of Luoyun Sect and Taoist Sect, about 90% of the games were won by the Imperial Palace.
It is precisely because of this that the Yutian Shrine has been sitting firmly on the high chair of the first super sect of the Qingxuan Empire for so many years.
"Lin Feng, do you think we want to make trouble?" Di Jiang looked at Lin Feng in a daze with a smirk.
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes: "Well, let's go to Bazong Huiwu first to have a look. Where is the location?"
"In the Tibetan Green Mountains!"
"Okay! Let's go to Zangqing Mountain now, we will be there at noon! We are all seated!"
Lin Feng drove the fighter plane and flew in the direction of Tibetan Green Mountain.
As for why Lin Feng would go to Bazong Huiwu, in fact Lin Feng didn't know why he himself wanted to watch the game whose ending was doomed.
Tibetan Qingshan is located in the southwest of the Qingxuan Empire, more than 300 kilometers away from the nearest Tianghouzong. Tibetan Qingshan is a desolate land with a radius of thousands of miles, without a blade of grass, but a plain. There is no mountain. More than a thousand years ago, it was an endless mountain range, but once there were two peerless masters competing here, and the two human races fought for three days and three nights! In the end, the entire Tibetan green mountain was razed to the ground, and the final outcome of the two of them is unknown.