C44 Who Could Stop It

Yangzhou City, Sky Mansion Street. At this moment, many Fighters were gathered in a large courtyard, bustling with noise.

"There are already six of them, and with Qiu Lan, there's only one more person left before we have eight people. Damn it, these guys are all so strong, we have to get the eighth spot." In the crowd, a young man stared straight ahead and said in a low voice.

"Are you dreaming? The eighth place is already set. Feng Qian's cultivation is at the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage, which is much more powerful than many disciples of families. He didn't fight for it just now, because he was disdainful, because in his opinion, the last place will definitely be his. Could it be that you are even more powerful than Feng Qian?"

said one of the men next to him, striking him down.

"How hateful." When that person heard the two words Feng Qian, his expression immediately changed. He was extremely depressed. It seemed that he would not be able to participate in the Yangzhou City Martial Arts Competition that was held by the city master.

It turned out that there was news from Yangzhou City that the city master's mansion was going to hold another Yangzhou City Martial Competition. However, this time, other than the Four Great Families, the disciples of other small families, including the outstanding youths from other families, could also participate. However, they only had eight slots in total.

Similarly, the city master's Nalan Family, the Gu Family, the Lin Family, and the Wen Family each had eight slots. These forty slots represented the most outstanding young generation in Yangzhou City. It was an honor and the focus of attention. Who didn't want to be the center of attention?

Unfortunately, the City Master's Mansion and the other three great families had already determined 32 spots, and the others in Yangzhou City could only fight for one of the eight spots that the City Master's Mansion had given to Qiu Lan. As for Qiu Lan, they would have to rely on their strength to speak. At this time, seven people had already been selected, and there was only one spot left to fight for. However, the last spot had basically been determined, Feng Qian.

Feng Gan was dressed in blue. He was tall and thin, and his eyes were wild.

At this moment, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and walked to the front of the crowd as he said: "This last spot is mine."

The crowd saw Feng Gan's arrogant attitude and wanted to fight with him, but thinking about his strength, they could only sigh in their hearts. It seemed like they could only be spectators for once.

Feng Gan's eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at the hundreds of people in front of him.

"A bunch of trash. You don't even have the courage to fight. Since you don't dare to fight, I'll go in." Feng Qian mocked and was about to walk towards the main hall in front of him. In the middle of the main hall, there were already seven people sitting there. They were Qiu Lan and the six people who had been selected.

"This guy is indeed as arrogant as the rumors say. It is said that he is extremely vicious. If anyone dares to challenge him, and if they lose, the consequences will be disastrous and they will become a cripple." The crowd thought to themselves, although they were extremely resentful towards Feng Qian's words, no one dared to reply. Feng Qian's methods were famous in Yangzhou City, and in addition, there were very few people below the Spiritual Martial Stage who could control him, causing him to become even more arrogant.

The angry crowd could only watch as Feng Qian walked toward the main hall.

"Wait." A voice that wasn't very loud suddenly rang out, it was especially clear in the quiet courtyard. Surprise flashed through the eyes of the crowd. They turned their heads and immediately saw a young man walking out of the crowd.

The young man was dressed in white, not luxurious, but clean and neat. He carried a long sword on his back, and his figure was well proportioned. What was even more amazing was that his eyes were clear and clean, yet they gave off a profound and vast feeling.

When they saw this person, many young men who thought they were outstanding actually felt a sense of inferiority.

The young man who appeared was Lin Feng, who had just changed his appearance. He only needed to ask around a little to know what was going on here and immediately rushed over, as if he had come at the right time.

Feng Qian looked at Lin Feng, his arms still crossed in front of his chest, his eyes looking down as if he was sneering and mocking at the same time.

"You, you want me to wait?"

"Right." Lin Feng seemed to not understand Feng Qian's gaze as he nodded his head lightly.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly as Feng Qian looked at the young man who was one or two years younger than him with a pitiful gaze. He smiled and said, "Do you know the consequences of making me wait?"

Lin Feng shook his head with a bitter smile. In a world where the Martial Dao was respected, did people who boasted of their outstanding talent all like to pretend?

Lifting his foot, Lin Feng walked towards Feng Qian. This scene caused the expressions of the crowd to freeze. Could this guy be crazy? He was only around sixteen years old, and even the disciples of those large families could only cultivate to the seventh or eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage at most. How could he fight against Feng Qian?

At this age, if he wanted to fight against Feng Qian, only the most talented people of the four great families in Yangzhou City could do it, and they obviously didn't think that Lin Feng would.

"I don't know whether to admire your courage or call you stupid. If you want to fight, I'll cripple your cultivation." Feng Qian saw that Lin Feng was actually challenging his dignity. He looked down from above as if he was looking down at Lin Feng from a high vantage point.

"Clang!"

With a light hum, a cold light flashed. After which, with a muffled groan, Feng Qian's body slid across the ground, directly sliding a hundred meters away.

Feng Gan spat out a mouthful of blood and coughed a few times. Feng Gan kneeled down on one knee and kept spitting out blood, which fell to the ground.

The sword light flashed once again, and the cold light disappeared. The long sword returned to Lin Feng's sheath.

The eyes of the crowd widened, and their hearts trembled. Lin Feng had sent Feng Qian flying with a single sword strike?

"So powerful." Everyone's hearts trembled. He was only around sixteen years old, yet Feng Qian, who was at the ninth level of the Qi Martial Stage, was unable to even withstand a single strike from him. Furthermore, Lin Feng had shown mercy and only struck with his sword. Otherwise, with a single swing of his sword, Feng Qian would have already died.

"You talk too much nonsense." Lin Feng did not even look at Feng Qian as he spoke indifferently with his back facing Feng Qian. After which, he raised his foot once again and walked towards the main hall.

Perhaps in his eyes, he did not even care about Feng Qian. Feng Qian did not even have the qualifications for him to look at him again.

Looking at Lin Feng's back, countless thoughts instantly flashed through Feng Qian's mind.

You trash, there are too many of you! These were the words that Lin Feng had given him.

The path of Martial Tao was to defy the heavens, increase one's lifespan, overturn the heavens and the earth, and even seize the fortune of the heavens and earth. What kind of perseverance and firm heart was required? As for him, he was only at the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage. He was a frog in the well, yet he was arrogant and arrogant. This sword strike was not unjust.

Struggling to his feet, Feng Qian bowed deeply towards Lin Feng's back. It was not out of respect for Lin Feng, but to thank Lin Feng for undoing the shackles that had sealed his martial arts.

This scene puzzled countless people, but there were also some whose eyes flickered as if they had thought of something.

However, Lin Feng did not see this scene and it was not as good as in the main hall. Immediately, the gazes of the seven people inside all fell on him, especially Qiu Lan, who was sitting in the first seat. She had seen Lin Feng once at the Wind Hearing Restaurant, so she naturally knew Lin Feng's identity. Furthermore, Qiu Lan knew a little about Lin Feng's encounters in the Lin Family.

"I need a spot to participate in this Martial Arts Competition." Lin Feng's gaze landed on Qiu Lan. His voice was indifferent, but it was filled with determination. He had to participate in this battle.

"How dare you." The person sitting under Qiu Lan slapped the table in front of her with his palm, causing the wooden table to explode with a loud bang.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you speak to Qiu Lan like that?" This person's name was Wu Xiao, and he had always had some kind of fantasy about the beautiful and talented Qiu Lan. Furthermore, her strength was also very strong. The peak of the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage was not something that Feng Qian could compare with.

In his opinion, since Lin Feng had defeated Feng Qian in one move, he could more or less do it while Feng Qian was not paying attention. At this moment, he wanted to show Lin Feng his strength and dignity, so that Qiu Lan would value him even more.

Lin Feng glanced at Wu Xiao and walked towards him. This made Wu Xiao stand up and release his aura, preparing for battle.

The dazzling white sword light flashed once again, piercing everyone's eyes. Wu Xiao didn't even have time to react before he screamed out in pain and held his wrist.

Fast! After entering the Spiritual Martial Stage, Lin Feng's casual sword strike was already much faster and more precise than before.

Reaching out his hand, Lin Feng grabbed Wu Xiao's neck, then lifted him up and carried him out of the hall.

"What's the use of having this kind of trash participate in the Martial Arts Competition?"

As he finished speaking, Lin Feng kicked out. Wu Xiao's body flew backwards and landed heavily in front of the crowd in the plaza.