Chapter 61: crisis

She stared at Chen Feng and suddenly said, "This is, is this the trash apprentice?"
Neither she nor Ran Changling cared much about the Great Foreign Sect, and did not know about Chen Feng's rise to fame.
"It's the waste."
An elder pleased: "This little beast doesn't know what adventure he has had. Not only can he cultivate, but his strength has skyrocketed!"
Looking at Chen Feng, Ran Yuxue had complicated eyes, but soon he was able to return to the cold.
She curled the corner of her mouth slightly, not caring, and said lightly: "It's just a stepping stone."
"It turns out that you are cultivating fierce and powerful martial arts!"
Ran Changling thoughtfully.
He arrogantly said: "I didn't expect that there is a master like you in the outer sect, then I will reluctantly make it difficult, and have two more tricks with you."
When he saw Chen Feng's strength, he immediately changed his words, shamelessly.
"Look at me falling snow through the palm of the cloud!"
Ran Changling shouted, stepped forward, and attacked again.
The punch just now shook his head, but at this time, Piaoxue Chuanyunzhang completely changed his style. His palms are like snowflakes flying between heaven and earth, everywhere and dense.
The most important thing is that this palm technique is extremely exquisite and complicated. There are dozens of changes behind every move.
Chen Feng couldn't perceive what kind of change it was.
Ran Changling struck out with a palm and attacked Chen Feng's left rib. Chen Feng smashed out with the imprint of the King Ming, but unexpectedly, Ran Changling's move was a false move.
Chen Feng's Fudo Ming Wang's seal hit the empty space, crashing the ring. Ran Changling circled behind him extremely fast and took a palm shot.
Chen Feng couldn't resist, and was hit in the waist, his body was tilted, his whole body was in severe pain, and blood spurted out.
He felt terribly painful all over.
In the stands, Ran Yuxue showed a proud smile on her face.
"My nephew's savvy is not bad, this snow and cloud palm, he has cultivated for several years, and he has achieved great success."
An elder complimented: "Floating snow and piercing clouds palm, Huang Ti 4 martial arts, there are 108 moves, each move has 36 follow-up changes, very difficult to judge."
"The power of his palm swallows, flickers, and is intended to arouse the enemy's true qi before launching a powerful attack."
"Senior Nephew Ran is set to win, this waste is not an opponent at all!"
In the stands, many elders showed triumphant smiles.
Han Cong squeezed a cold sweat nervously.
In just ten minutes, Chen Feng suffered dozens of palms.
Ran Changling's eight-fold acquired strength, every palm is powerful. Due to the practice of the Golden Sutra of Bedoro leaves, although Chen Feng's physical strength is stronger than that of the general seven-layered martial artist, it is not too far off the mark.
With dozens of palms down, many tendons on his body were broken and fractured, and his whole body was extremely painful and his internal organs were also seriously injured.
Chen Feng felt like he was trapped in a fishing net, unable to get out of his body, unable to break free.
He was awe-inspiring, and if this continues, he will be consumed alive.
"I wanted to keep the hole cards, but now it seems that I can't keep my hand, otherwise I will die here today."
He suddenly retreated, out of the battle, and then slowly drew the Qiushui sword.
The disciples around were in an uproar.
"Senior Brother Chen has never used a sword before. Could it be that he is not the most powerful in his hand, but the sword?"
"Is this Brother Chen's trump card?"
"It's useless to use anything!" Ran Changling grinned grinningly, compared to Chen Feng with a cut-throat gesture, and said cruelly: "I've beaten you with such foreign sect trash so much, I have lost my face, I want Kill you, wash away my shame!"
Chen Feng said nothing, he took a deep breath, and Qiu Shuijian swung lightly.
A dark cloud drifted across the sky, covering the stands.
The other places are sunny, but here is a cloud of clouds.
The cloud is getting lower and lower.
Strings of rain fell, and the air seemed a little more humid.
Ran Changling couldn't help taking a breath, feeling that the air was moist, still with a touch of earth.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and finally turned into torrential rain.
But the strange thing is that there is no rain anywhere except this ring!
The elders in the stands were all shocked.
"This this……"
Zhao Ruoxi said with no expression on his face: "This is the Yuluofeihua sword technique? Have you cultivated to the realm of'Yuluo'?"
"For many years, there are not a few people who have practiced the Yuluofei Flower Sword Art. Those who can reach the Yuluo Realm before the Divine Sect Realm can mobilize the power of heaven and earth. For hundreds of years, it seems that they are the only masters and apprentices!"
An old man with white hair and beard sighed: "This son is so strong in kendo! In the future, the future is unlimited!"
Even Ran Yuxue couldn't help but be moved.
"This trash can actually arouse the power of heaven and earth?" Her face was gloomy.
A young elder stood up and said excitedly: "I didn't expect such amazing talents in the Great Waizong Competition. This is the great fortune of the Waizong. I want to report to the lord."
Yuluofeihua swordsmanship is easy to achieve "flying flowers" but difficult to achieve "rainfall".
Feihua only needs to be able to use his sword fast enough, and to make the rain fall, he must arouse the power of heaven and earth. Those who are not strong in the gods cannot do it!