Fox Demon Crossing

"May I have your name?"

"Which city do you live in? How long have you been practicing?"

Facing Jin Ren Feng's barrage of questions, the Snake Spirit remained silent, but his attacks became increasingly ruthless, with each move going straight to the vital points, as if he wanted to tear Jin Ren Feng apart alive.

boom!

A figure flew out.

Jin Renfeng slid several meters on the ground, instinctively swung his arms, and exclaimed: "That's quite a lot of power."

His entire wrist was red.

The snake spirit was also a little surprised. It had calculated the punch just now with great precision and was sure it would hit the target. It didn't expect that he could actually block it at the critical moment.

Don't think that its attack just now was in vain.

Its attack rhythm is fast, and its purpose is to put Jin Renfeng into a passive defense, gradually fall into its rhythm, so as to find the flaws.

"Strange, your hands were clearly in a state of having neither old power nor new power, why did you suddenly burst out with such great power?" The snake spirit spit out its snake tongue, finally acknowledging his strength, and said: "Interesting, the boy really has some skills, it seems that there was external force interfering at that moment."

"Boy, didn't you just ask me what my name is and where I live? Listen carefully, I live in Changbai Mountain and my name is Liu Kunsheng."

"Taoist from Maoshan, Yuanyang."

The battle between humans and snakes has just begun...

In the audience, Feng Zhenghao looked around but did not see the old Taoist priest.

He thought the old Taoist priest would be interested in this duel.

"Dad, do you think that Taoist priest can win?"

Feng Xingtong asked curiously.

"He doesn't have our abilities. In my opinion, Deng Youfu's ability ranks among the top three among all the contestants. Especially after seeing the spirit he summoned, I'm afraid he has a chance of winning. Perhaps only our family tradition of summoning spirits can completely restrain that ancient snake spirit."

Feng Zhenghao shook his head and said, "What a pity! The old Taoist priest was really smart in his calculations."

"What does this have to do with the old Taoist priest?"

"Maybe..." Feng Zhenghao did not directly answer his son's question, but asked: "Son, who do you think you will face as your opponent in the next game?"

"what?"

Feng Xingtong was surprised and asked, "The second round hasn't even finished yet, how would I know?"

"No." Feng Zhenghao said in an inexplicable tone: "I think, if nothing unexpected happens, your next opponent will undoubtedly be Deng Youfu."

Feng Xingtong frowned, thinking about what his father had said before, and gradually understood something.

"Dad means that the old Taoist priest will..."

"Don't guess randomly, I didn't say anything. Just watch the game, in case something unexpected happens." Feng Zhenghao smiled lightly and watched the match on the field intently. He was wondering if Yang Ping'an could make a comeback. If he could, his value would be immeasurable.

On the other side, Yang Hong had complicated thoughts in his mind, and he looked at Feng Zhenghao and Feng Xingtong opposite him from time to time.

He whispered, "Is that them?"

"What?" Because the voice was too low, Wang Ya next to her didn't hear it clearly and thought he was calling her.

Yang Hong shook his head and said, "It's okay, let's watch the game."

"It's not good, Xiaohui, your brother seems to be at a disadvantage." Although Wang Jiajia couldn't understand the specific situation of the battle, she could vaguely feel that Jin Renfeng had been suppressed by his opponent.

Yang Hui did not answer, but just stared at the battlefield, his palms full of cold sweat.

Wang also said: "Haha, it turns out that we should not underestimate the people of the world."

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that a person from the Chu Ma family is so powerful. We really can't look down on the people in the world." Li Qingkuang on the side echoed.

How could he know that Wang was referring to Jin Renfeng who was at a disadvantage, not Deng Youfu.

He saw that the Tiangang Steps performed by Jin Renfeng had some shadows of Qimen Dunjia.

"Boy, is all you can do is dodge?" Liu Kunsheng looked at Jin Renfeng who was dodging, and said angrily, "Take my punch if you dare."

"as you wish."

Jin Renfeng used the Lightning Thunder Fist.

In an instant, lightning flashed and gathered on his fist.

Thunder rumbled.

Boom boom boom——

With each punch hitting the flesh, the situation that was originally at a disadvantage was strangely evened out.

However, I don’t know how long it took.

Jin Renfeng's whole body was soaked.

In this battle so far, he has not used the power of Yang Shen. He also has a sense of pride and persistence in his heart. Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will never use Yang Shen to fight in the game.

There is no other reason, it's an unfair victory.

If he still needs to rely on the power of Yang Shen to crush his opponents of the same age, it is not only disrespectful to these opponents, but also disrespectful to himself.

This is not a life-and-death battle, and they have no grudges against each other. If they use Yang Shen, it would be suspected of bullying.

By now, his muscles were somewhat stiff, and there was not much energy left in his body. Jin Renfeng took a deep breath and said, "Senior Liu, do you mind if I invite someone to take over as well?"

Liu Kunsheng was stunned. He saw that Jin Renfeng was at the end of his strength. He was not in a hurry to end the battle, but wanted to see what other tricks Jin Renfeng had.

“The mighty gods from all directions make me natural. The spiritual treasure supports my life. I announce to the nine heavens. I, the disciples of Mount Mao, invite the Great Emperor who subdues demons from the three realms to show his might…” The golden man-phoenix was seen pinching his fingers and chanting a spell, stomping on the ground, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

He used the little remaining energy to summon the backup force left in Maoshan.

At the same time, Maoshan Guan Gong Temple.

The statue of Guan Gong was accepting people's incense and worship. The Taoist priest who was maintaining order suddenly saw a dazzling golden light shining on the statue of Guan Gong, like a small sun, which was so dazzling that he closed his eyes involuntarily.

This scene can only be seen by extraordinary people, and ordinary tourists cannot see it at all.

"Hurry up and obey the order!"

"Guan Gong, help me!"

The next second, a powerful energy was added to Jin Renfeng, and he was lifted up by this powerful force...

Under the night sky of the bustling city, Jin Renfeng was wearing a modern suit and holding a sharp Qinglong Yanyue Sword. His eyes were as calm as ice, and his blood-red pupils were burning with a fierce desire to fight. His face was calm, as if all emotions were covered by that strong fighting spirit.

The steed turned into a stream of light and galloped in the night, carrying the golden man-phoenix straight towards Liu Kunsheng. He held the hilt of the knife tightly, and the blade swept across the ground, leaving a long mark. He was ready to strike, because he only had one chance to strike.

Liu Kunsheng was like a frightened bird at this moment, his pupils contracted, his nerves tense, and the feeling of suffocation surged like a tide. Danger, extremely dangerous! His keen intuition told him that Jin Renfeng's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, making him feel like he was being looked down upon by a strong man, like a prey being locked by a hunter.

How long has it been... How long has it been since this feeling appeared? Ever since he awakened his spiritual sense and embarked on the path of cultivation, he has forgotten the fear of the law of the jungle. Jin Renfeng seemed to be born at the top of the food chain, looking at him from afar.

"Damn it, I can't let Youfu die here." Liu Kunsheng gritted his teeth. Facing the approaching Jin Renfeng, there was no way to avoid him. He could only burst out all the spiritual energy in his body without reservation, and pushed his hands forward to try to resist the opponent's attack.

Jin Renfeng silently calculated the distance.

Four meters, three meters, two meters...now!

"cut--"

Taking advantage of the horse's momentum, Jin Renfeng took advantage of the situation and used Guan Gong's sword-dragging strategy to cut through the enemy with one move.

Boom!

The blade light cut through the night sky, easily tearing through the protective spiritual barrier set up by Liu Kunsheng. At the critical moment, Jin Renfeng slightly adjusted the blade edge, and the blade light passed by Liu Kunsheng dangerously.

The wall broke apart, and even several rows of seats in the auditorium were not spared, with cracks running through them. Fortunately, these spectators were not ordinary people, and they had already sensed the danger and took shelter.

In an instant, the scene was silent.

Jin Renfeng withdrew from that state. The six-month incense power on the Guan Gong statue had been exhausted by that knife just now. That's right, in this world, the Maoshan summoning technique is not complete.

Compared with Uncle Jiu's world, this place pales in comparison. The most worshipped statue in Maoshan is the Guan Gong statue. However, there is no real god in the Guan Gong statue in Maoshan, and it is impossible to condense and store the power of incense. I don't know how much has been wasted over the years. During the trip to Maoshan half a year ago, Jin Renfeng secretly cast a spell to condense the Guan Gong statue, condensing a trace of incense divine thought, but this trace of divine thought has no self-awareness.

I don’t know how many years of offerings will be needed to nurture my true self with self-awareness.

"The winner - Yang Pingan!"

"Thank you..." Jin Renfeng clasped his fists in greeting and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The previous knife attack almost gave him a heart attack.

To be honest, the power of this knife far exceeded his expectations.

Liu Kunsheng's voice was hoarse, and he smiled bitterly: "Boy, thank you for not killing me."

It knew that if the knife hit it and Deng Youfu, Deng Youfu would definitely die, and if it did not dodge, it would not die, but it would definitely not feel good. It did not have as many complicated thoughts as humans.

If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say...

Afterwards, Liu Kunsheng separated from Deng Youfu's body, twisted his snake body, glanced at the golden phoenix with deep eyes, and then turned and flew towards the sky.

In the room, Zhang Zhiwei put down his phone, sat on the bed, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the Chu Ma family was also defeated. Liu Kunsheng, even that big monster was defeated..."

"Please ask Guan Gong, is it possible?"

He didn't believe it. Longhu Mountain and Maoshan had the same origin. As an old Taoist priest, how could he not know the methods of Maoshan?

The art of summoning spirits is similar to that of summoning horses, except that the former summons the ancestors, while the latter summons wild spirits. Others may not know, but he must know that it was not until the 42nd year of the Wanli reign of the Ming Dynasty, long after his death, that Guan Gong was named the Three Realms Demon Subduing Emperor and Guan Sheng Emperor under the persuasion of Taoism and was worshipped by people.

After such a long time, even if there were any spirits, they would have dissipated long ago.

It should be a similar approach.

As far as he knew, some opera actors had a magical method called "divine mask". Maybe it was just a similar technique.

"Ding-ling-ling~ Grandpa, Grandpa, your grandson is calling you~~"

When Zhang Zhiwei heard the ringtone, he knew who it was. He picked up the phone and said sarcastically, "Your phone was turned off, old man. How come it's suddenly charged?"

"Hahaha, old man, how is it, how strong is this little junior brother of yours?"

"Have you caught the eye of your Heavenly Master?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The meaning of gloating is self-evident.

Zhang Zhiwei snorted coldly: "Don't be too proud too soon, this is only the second round, be careful not to get slapped in the face. Don't forget, only the first place can get the Tongtian Scroll."

"Hehe! I would rather not have the Tongtian Talisman than let my junior brother have a taste of being a Heavenly Master. When the time comes, Old Heavenly Master, don't regret it."

After decisively hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhiwei knew that the old man definitely had bad intentions in calling him, and most likely wanted to make fun of him.

No, he couldn't swallow this.

"Alas, even God is against me, Zhang Chulan, this unlucky guy..." Zhang Zhiwei shook his head helplessly.

Zhuge Qing, Yang Ping'an, Jia Zhengliang, the Feng siblings, Tang Wenlong, Wang Ye... He looked at the seventeen people who successfully advanced to the third round. After the second round of screening, the remaining contestants were all strong.

Especially Zhuge Qing who performed well. Even Zhang Lingyu could not guarantee that he could defeat Zhuge Qing. After all, the methods of the sorcerer were hard for ordinary people to defend against...