"Oh, OK, come on."

Luo Feng stood in his previous position again, holding the wooden sword in his hand, and stood in his body, but his eyes became extremely firm.

Old Yang, who was standing on the side, said, "Brother, hurry up."

Luo Feng nodded, shook his wrist and a sword cut out through the air.

Only a bang was heard, and the wooden stakes shook violently.

Old Yang exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to check the situation of the wooden stake, and his face became even more confused.

Luo Feng said nervously, "How is Mr. Yang?"

"Child, your sword seems to be less powerful than the first time. What happened to you?"

Luo Feng came forward to check and was embarrassed. He only saw that the wooden stakes were as intact as before, and even the surface was not damaged.

"What's going on?" Luo Feng was stunned.

Old Yang sighed, patted Luo Feng on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Brother, you can't be too hasty in swordsmanship. You have to play steadily. Haste is not enough, do you understand?"

Luo Feng nodded. Since the heart center was resolved, he believed that it would be absolutely fine if his talent reached the fifth grade, so he was not discouraged.

Seeing Luo Feng's confident look, Old Yang seemed to see himself younger and became a little kinder.

"Okay, the time is over, the president is about to appear, let's go."

"Please, Mr. Yang," Luo Feng followed Mr. Yang out of the Sword Art Hall. When he walked to the door, he looked back at the wooden stake.

After the two left, the wooden stake suddenly split into two with a crackling sound and fell to the ground with a bang.

...

The palace of the White Emperor Guild is magnificent and lively.

The road to purgatory a month later is highly valued by major forces, and the White Emperor Guild is naturally the same.

Luo Feng stood beside Wei Meiniang, observing the people from the White Emperor Guild.

Liu Baichen appeared on the scene, the win-win man, young Lili and Mr. Yang himself had seen him, and the others were all unfamiliar with each other.

This also made Luo Feng feel relieved. He was very worried that he would be recognized when he had friction with the White Emperor Guild in the Snow Cave that day, so he instinctively stabilized the mask on his face.

Just then, restlessness came from outside the door, and everyone gathered in excitement.

Luo Feng saw a tall and beautiful woman with a very distinctive figure from afar.

The woman has long black hair and weeping willow waist, and a red mole under the phoenix's eyes adds a unique charm.

The red lips and the concave and convexness under the bridge of the high nose are even more charming and seductive than Wei Meiniang.

Her skin was as snow as she was wearing her jade feet in high heels and her lotus steps. Her terrifying aura made people dare not look directly at her, and she dared not have any blasphemy in her heart.

Such a beautiful and aura woman can compare with her, Luo Feng only thought of two people.

One is his senior sister Bai Shuangfeng, and the other is his third senior sister Leng Qianlong.

"He is Zhao Honglian, the strongest man in the White Emperor Guild?" Luo Feng felt the other party's terrible oppression and couldn't help but ask Wei Meiniang.

But! Wei Meiniang didn't answer, her expression was extremely cold.

Zhao Honglian, the president of one of the five major forces in Rakshasa City, is naturally in the Nine Nether Realm. It is rumored to have extremely strong destructive bloodlines and is known as a walking mobile turret.

"Mimai, long time no see," Zhao Honglian saw Wei Meimai at a glance, and there was no emotion on her noble and compelling face.

Invisibly, Zhao Honglian released a trace of breath, and the air in the entire palace seemed to solidify.

Luo Feng's body was shocked and said in surprise, "Is this Shura Field?"

Wei Meiniang was extremely calm, and said lightly, "It's indeed a long time no see."

When Liu Baichen saw that the two women had not seen each other for many years, he was full of gunpowder. He quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, "Sister, today..."

"Bai Chen, why do you feel sorry for me?" Zhao Honglian interrupted.

Liu Baichen was stunned, glanced at Wei Meiniang, and lowered his head and said, "Sister's head, Meiniang finally came home today. I hope that Sister's head can give me some face and not get angry."

"Did you think I'm angry?" Zhao Honglian smiled slightly, but the smile was meaningful.

She passed by Liu Baichen and sat down to her master seat, holding her delicate chin, "Beautiful lady, when you left me, you were not as humble as you are today. I heard that you wanted to take care of yourself too.

People participate in the path to purgatory?"

Wei Meiniang frowned slightly, and even though she had complaints in her heart, Luo Feng swallowed it.

"My sister, his name is Li Qingshan, he is Chinese like us. I would like to ask that people from the White Emperor Guild should help you."

"Just him?" Zhao Honglian looked at Luo Feng with beautiful eyes disdainful, "I heard that a third-level physical cultivation warrior is barely a fourth-level swordsman. Is such a qualification worthy of your proud head?"

This is a satirical expression of Zhao Honglian's dissatisfaction with Wei Meiniang's departure from the White Emperor Guild.

Wei Meiniang's face became even colder. When she heard Zhao Honglian's sarcasm, she really wanted to leave.

But after a glance at Luo Feng, she felt that she was worth it.

"I'm sorry, I was too willful back then," Wei Meiniang's nails penetrated her palm deeply into the flesh.

"I'm asking you if it's worth it. You haven't answered my question yet," Zhao Honglian said lightly.

"worth."

"My lady, you have fallen. When will such qualifications be able to catch your eyes?" Zhao Honglian looked at Luo Feng, and her tone could not hide her contempt.

"Sister, this child has a pretty good talent. I believe that as long as he trains hard, his grades will be OK," Liu Baichen found out to smooth things over.

"Bai Chen, when did you learn to say something against your will?" Zhao Honglian shook her head, "What do you think can this third-rate product reach at most?"

"this…"

"But..." Zhao Honglian raised her eyebrows, "For the sake of Mei Niang, you still call me a big sister, I'll give this kid a chance."

"That's great, thank you sister," Liu Baichen looked at Wei Meiniang happily.

"The premise is that I have to test him myself," Zhao Honglian suddenly said again.

"What are you going to do?" Wei Meiniang's face changed and she became worried.

"Boy, are you planning to hide behind a woman forever?" Zhao Honglian said to Luo Feng.

"How do you want to test?" Luo Feng stood up with great pressure.

"Simple," Zhao Honglian gently flicked her index finger on her face, and suddenly the space seemed to be twisted.

The wind blows up with the Zhaohonglian as the source, and a terrifying aura hits Luo Feng instantly.

Suddenly, Luo Feng felt suppressed by a giant mountain, and his knees sank and almost knelt down.

"If you can bear 30% of my Shura field, what will I agree?" Zhao Honglian jokingly said.

"Sister, no, how could he bear it?" Liu Baichen said nervously.

Wei Meiniang bit her red lips tightly. She could be humiliated, but how could she be willing to see the White Emperor Guild bully her future master?!

"Hmph, it's too much to deceive people. Since you don't want to, let's go."

"Okay, okay," Luo Feng said suddenly.

"Boy, don't mess around," Liu Baichen scolded, "You know that with your strength, let alone bear 30% of the murderous aura in the Shura field, even if you have 10% of the total, you will become a fool, or even die directly."

Young Lily blinked her beautiful eyes, and Luo Feng's courage made her look at her with some admiration.

After all, among the few geniuses around her, there is only one Shura Field that can withstand 30% of Zhaohonglian.

"Can you do it?" Wei Meiniang said worriedly.

Luo Feng did not answer, but stood up straight with a huge sense of oppression, "Come on!"
Chapter completed!