1508: C1508 The Person in the Stone Room

C1508 The Person in the Stone Room

The man in the stone chamber.

"I know, I will rebuild the Lu family." Lu Zhong said.

"Next match, Nie Feng against Huang Zhizhou." In the Back Mountain of Flying Spirit Sect Square, a deacon said loudly. Today was the third time Nie Feng participated in the seasonal exam.

"Sou!"

A figure lightly jumped onto the stage. It was a yellow-clothed youth who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old. His appearance was quite handsome, and immediately attracted the attention of many girls.

"Huang Zhizhou is already at the Eighth Layer Warrior, and he's ranked thirteenth on the silver list. I'm afraid Nie Feng is going to lose for sure."

"Nie Feng has already lost the last time. I wonder how it will be this time."

"I heard that Nie Feng still hasn't cultivated the Spirit. He is just an ordinary man. The Sect Chief has never come to see him again."

"I can also see that this Nie Feng has some brute force. In the end, he is just an ordinary person. I think the sect master will accept him as his disciple whenever he sees him."

"That's true. I heard that our Sect Chief's talent is the unprecedented double cultivation of the Spiritual Martial Force, and he is also a Fifth Elemental Martial Artist. How could he sincerely accept a trash as his disciple?"

"Keep your voice down. After all, he is the disciple of the Sect Chief. We should not offend him, or else we will have to bear the consequences."

"That's true. It's good to be the disciple of the leader. If only I was the disciple of the leader."

Two figures stood on the stage. There were many discussions in the crowd. The fact that Nie Feng couldn't become a Martial Artist had long been known by all the disciples. Adding the fact that he was defeated last time, it had attracted a lot of discussion. As a disciple of the sect master, no matter what kind of mentality they had, it didn't matter. They would be extremely interested.

"Nie Feng, although you have some brute force, you are still no match for me. You attack first." On the square, Huang Zhizhou looked at Nie Feng and said softly. As an Eighth Layer Warrior, among the young generation, his strength wasn't bad at all. He also had an air of arrogance about him.

"Then I won't be polite." Nie Feng's eyes darkened, as if he didn't pay much attention to the discussions around him. His figure flashed, and then his body rushed out like a spiritual snake, and he threw a punch towards Huang Zhizhou.

Looking at Nie Feng, Huang Zhizhou smiled faintly. It seemed like he did not put ___ in his eyes. Instead of retreating, his body rushed forward. On the surface of his body, a faint earthen yellow colored Qi started to appear. His hands changed and he clenched his fists tightly. His joints emitted cracking sounds. His fists carried a powerful Qi, and they also brought along a sharp piercing sound. Boom! One on the left and one on the right, he smashed towards Nie Feng.

In front of this imposing manner, Nie Feng knew his own strength, so he didn't dare to face it head on. It was as if he knew that his opponent would choose this kind of attack, the first attack. It was just a bait. At this moment... His body turned around, and he rolled on the ground to avoid the attack. Although it wasn't a good move, it was definitely the most effective one.

After barely dodging the two fists, Nie Feng's body also leapt up like a carp. He used the momentum to kick towards Huang Zhizhou, who was exposed in front of him.

"It's just a little bit of brute force. It's useless in front of absolute strength." Huang Zhizhou shouted. He had already sensed the movement behind him. Double Fist! After hitting nothing, his body trembled. He dodged Nie Feng's kick.

After all, he was an Eighth Layer Warrior, and his reaction wasn't ordinary. His feet touched the ground, and a yellow light flashed. After that, he bent over and started shaking the Spirit. He borrowed the strength of his body, and once again, both of his fists collided with each other. After that, he once again rushed towards Nie Feng.

"What a fast speed!" Nie Feng's expression darkened. His opponent's speed had exceeded his expectations. It was like he had encountered a wild beast in the forest that he could not deal with. He could no longer retreat.

He gritted his teeth. There was nothing else he could do. A strange red light flashed in Nie Feng's eyes. A faint yellow light suddenly appeared on his fist. Instantly, the aura around his body became somewhat different. He looked at Huang Zhizhou, who was rushing over with a ferocious force. His fist was suddenly pushed aside.

As this punch was thrown out, it also carried a ferocious aura. A powerful invisible force suddenly erupted from his fist and heavily smashed onto the fist of Huang Zhizhou, who was charging over.

"Bang! Bang! "

Two muffled sounds rang out, and the powerful force dispersed. One of Huang Zhizhou's fists was blocked by Nie Feng's, while the other landed on Nie Feng's chest.

"Bang!"

Nie Feng's body didn't spin much. It was a strike from an Eighth Layer Warrior. It was the same as a huge attack from a Late Rank 2 demon beast. How could he defend against it now? His body fell heavily into the distance, creating a ring in the air. A faint trace of blood could be seen at the corner of his mouth.

Without the Spirit, Martial Skill, and no defensive skills, he was still an Eighth Layer Warrior when facing an official Martial Artist. How could he defend himself?

However, under this punch, Nie Feng quickly stood up. His body didn't seem to be injured, but it was obvious that he had suffered some injuries.

At the same time, he was struck by Nie Feng's punch. Huang Zhizhou immediately felt a huge force pouring down from his fist. An intense pain spread out from his fist, and his body couldn't help but stagger backwards. The Spirit within his body began to churn.

His body staggered back a few steps, and Huang Zhizhou's feet, which did not reveal any traces, firmly grabbed onto the ground. Only then did he stabilize his body and forcefully suppress the Spirit within his body. His fist, which was filled with intense pain, was placed behind his back. No one saw it. At this moment, Huang Zhizhou's fist was already swollen.1

"Nie Feng lost, Huang Zhizhou won."

Following the deacon's announcement, everyone showed a regretful expression towards Nie Feng. Everyone could tell that Nie Feng wasn't a Martial Artist, and was no match for him.

"He lost again. With just a little bit of brute force, he naturally won't be able to achieve great things."

"Nie Feng is also very capable. He doesn't use his power to bully others, so he's a good person."

"That's true. Compared to Zheng Shengjie's arrogant temper, Nie Feng is much stronger."

Everyone was discussing in low voices, but Nie Feng didn't seem to care much when he heard them. He cupped his fist and bowed to Huang Zhizhou, "I have lost. Congratulations on your victory."

"You're welcome. You have quite a lot of strength as well, but you are unable to cultivate the Spirit. That's why you are at a disadvantage." Huang Zhizhou had won the battle. When he saw Nie Feng, he was as calm as ever. He returned the greeting with cupped fists. That punch just now... It also made him very clear that Nie Feng was an ordinary man, and that punch was already very terrifying. He had also suffered a silent loss, and his opponent was fine after suffering his punch. This also surprised him.

Nie Feng lost the match. After that, he silently walked down the square and left, all the way to the Back Mountain.

"Nie Feng, you lost again." In a forest in the Back Mountain, there were two small Ancient Times Golden Demon Dragon hovering on a hillside. They were the Baoer and the Beier.

"Yeah, I lost again." Nie Feng smiled bitterly. He had been in the Flying Spirit Sect for a long time and had gotten familiar with the Demonic Beast Spirit Beast. He even got along pretty well with the two little fellows, the Baoer and the Beier.

"It's useless. I lost again. To think that I was cultivating with you yesterday." The Beier looked at Nie Feng with disdain.

"Alright, Beier. Don't talk about Nie Feng anymore. He has already tried his best." The Baoer, on the other hand, was more understanding.

"It's normal for him to win or lose. It doesn't matter. It's just that I lost face for Master." Nie Feng sighed lightly and sat down on the hillside. He couldn't cultivate the Spirit no matter how hard he tried. He could still compare with his fellow disciples who started cultivating together. But now, Nie Feng knew that the gap between them was getting bigger and bigger.

"Are you discouraged?" The Baoer stuck out its tongue and asked Nie Feng.

"Of course not. I knew I was stupid compared to others. I will work harder than others, although I can't cultivate to this level right now. However, I realized that my body is getting stronger and stronger. I'm not any weaker than them. The strength of my punch is also getting stronger and stronger. Perhaps I'll be able to cultivate the Spirit tomorrow. " Nie Feng jumped up like a carp with a determined look in his eyes.

"This is the you that I know. Keep working hard." The Baoer's eyes turned and revealed a smile.

The mountains overlapped. No one knew where this place was. The vastness of the space was beyond anyone's imagination.

A series of buildings appeared in the depths of the mountains. The buildings were simple and ancient, and they gave off an ancient feeling. It was as if they had existed for tens of thousands of years.

A black-robed middle-aged man appeared outside a courtyard. This person was filled with a domineering aura, and his figure was majestic. He had an extraordinary bearing, and if Lu Shaoyou and the others saw him... This man was the black-robed expert who appeared above the Flying Spirit Sect. He was a man called Xuan Yu, and he was on par with the Second Princess of the Dragon Clan, Loong Yan.

"This burly man appeared in the courtyard. After glancing around, he flashed and entered a secret passage. He meandered through a stone path and a voice was heard," Third Brother, you've come. "

"Yes, I have come to see you." This large man appeared in front of a stone room. This stone room was surrounded by a circular energy barrier that was like a spatial ripple. Only sounds could be heard from within and no one was able to see him.

"How is the clan now?" The voice in the stone room asked.

"The little guy has Heaven Level Demon Emperor Qi and a Tier 9 Black Tortoise Divine Shell on him. After the clan found out about this, they split into two factions. One faction wanted to protect the little guy, while the other faction insisted on their original decision. They were arguing fiercely. " Xuan Yu said.

" How is the little guy? " The voice in the stone room didn't care about the Heaven Level Demon Emperor Qi, nor the Black Tortoise Divine Shell. It only cared about people.

"The little guy is very good. He looks like you. He has already reached the eighth step. He seems to have formed a blood contract with a human called Lu Shaoyou." Xuan Yu said.

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