Ji Wufeng led Wuchang and the others to Linhai City, and found that a huge battle platform had been set up here, and there were people surrounding the battle platform. Looking at it, they were all densely packed with human heads.

Facing so many spectators, Ji Wufeng was also extremely surprised. It attracted so many people. It seemed that the dragon-slaying operation had begun to bear fruit.

"Brother, how is the war going now?" Ji Wufeng asked a young man beside him.

The young man said with a frustrated face: "Forget it, no one in our country has killed Yamata Jun's opponent. He will either die or be disabled in the end. If this continues, I'm afraid no one will dare to challenge him on stage."

Ji Wufeng frowned and said, "Chinese martial arts still can't find a master to deal with them?"

The young man said dejectedly: "Of course there are masters. I heard that masters from the Qingcheng faction came, but they were attacked by the masters as soon as they came down the mountain. They died and were injured. They couldn't come even if they wanted to."

Ji Wufeng's eyes were sharp. It seemed that the sniper plan of the three holy places also played a significant role.

"It would be great if our top three youths took action. It's so frustrating to see Dongyang people so arrogant!" the young man said angrily.

"Do you think they will definitely win as long as they take action?" Ji Wufeng asked.

The young man's eyes immediately burst out with a fanatical light, and said: "That's natural. The three young supremes fought against the heads of the six martial arts families, and won a complete victory with one against two. With such tyrannical fighting power, how could those Dongyang dwarves

Maybe their opponent?"

Although Ji Wufeng is not vain, he feels that it is indeed time to encourage Chinese martial arts.

Just when Ji Wufeng was about to take the stage to challenge, a white figure flew onto the stage first. The audience was stunned for a moment, followed by a burst of cheers. No one had dared to take the stage for several days to challenge. There is no doubt that this person has come on stage.

It's a great encouragement.

But when everyone saw clearly the appearance of the person on stage, they suddenly looked disappointed.

The person who took the stage was not a young and powerful person who was already famous, but a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate face, a slender figure, and a perfect beauty.

But this is not a school beauty pageant, but a competition arena where you are either dead or injured. Isn’t it just a joke for a little girl like you to come on stage?

Someone shook his head and said: "Sister, come down quickly, this is a martial arts arena, and people might die."

But the little girl didn't appreciate it at all, and said arrogantly: "Humph, if I don't come on stage, can you idiots win?"

Everyone didn't expect that although this little girl was good-looking, she had such a wild temper, and they didn't try to persuade her.

It doesn’t matter who the arrogant young lady is, she doesn’t know how high the sky is, and she will cry when she beats you until it hurts.

The little girl's eyes were surprisingly sharp, and she said loudly: "Those who are smashed by Dongyang, get on the stage. You, Miss Narcissus, are here. Come quickly to receive her!"

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but smile. Although this girl is young, her tone is quite loud.

Narcissus?

Ji Wufeng frowned. Could it be that she was Yun Shuixian, one of the seed contestants in the martial arts tournament?
Chapter completed!