I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 357

"I've also heard that for the first time participating in the Qimai Martial Arts Competition, he outperformed many veteran disciples. I really want to see her face."

The disciple in Tsing Yi admired him so much that he didn't realize that Chen Feng had touched a certain part of his body.

He continued: "I heard that there is a lucky one this time, who got into two rounds with a bye in the lottery, and then met a seriously injured opponent, and directly entered the top four."

Chen Feng knew who he was talking about as soon as he heard it, and pretended to say: "You are talking about Zhang Xiaofan from Dazhufeng, right? It's really unlucky, but unfortunately I am not qualified to participate in the competition."

The disciple in Tsing Yi agreed: "There is no way, who made Dazhu Peak less people, this time there is only one less person, unlike our Longshou Peak, there are too many people, and it is impossible to represent the main line to fight without the ability .”

"Oh, it turns out that the senior brother is from Longshou Peak, and the one who returns to the peak in the downwind is called Chen Feng. I don't know how to call the senior brother?"

Chen Feng casually gave himself another identity.

"Senior brother, I don't dare to be. I'm Zhu Zhadong, an unknown person, and I'm forced to suffer."

Zhu Zongdong shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Everyone is the same. If you don't have any talent, you can only do nothing. You don't get the attention of the teacher, and you don't have much fame."

Chen Feng sighed: "As I am often sent out to do errands, even my brothers and sisters in the same school are not very familiar with them, so I feel helpless."

The two suddenly looked like brothers in distress, and flew to the nearest square of Tongtian Peak together.

When approaching the square, Chen Feng's scalp felt a little numb. He glanced at the sky above the square. Others might not be able to detect it, but he could sense the destructive aura.

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation!"

Chen Feng thought to himself, and followed Zhu Zongdong to land on the spacious ground without making a sound.

This square is shrouded in clouds and mist, filled with immortal energy. In the distance, there is a long curved bridge, partially covered by white clouds, and in the distance are palaces.

"It's really a land of immortals."

Sighing in his heart, Chen Feng's eyes fell in front of his eyes.

On the white jade square, there are nine large bronze tripods, and between the bronze tripods, there are two huge arenas.

At this moment, the Qimai Martial Arts Competition has reached its final stage, and most of the disciples of Qingyun Sect are here.

Therefore, the square was full of people, and hundreds of disciples gathered, especially the most people near the arena.

Zhu Zhandong took a look and said happily, "We came in time, today's competition has just begun."

"Isn't that Lu Xueqi junior sister?" Chen Feng swept his eyes, and happened to see a familiar figure coming out from the side.

Even though it was a little far away, he could still feel the coldness of the other party, but he was so beautiful that the male disciples under the ring were already very excited.

The latter stood on the ring, glanced at Chen Feng and Zhu Zhandong who had just arrived, and paused on Chen Feng for a while.

This frightened Chen Feng enough, and his heart beat faster. Fortunately, the latter quickly withdrew his suspicious eyes and looked at his opponent.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, but it's a pity that I can't get a woman."

Zhu Zhandong was amazed, and at the same time muttered in frustration.

"You at least have an idea, not bad."

Chen Feng took a look at this passer-by.

"What's so strange about this? I dare say that there are quite a few people who have ideas, but the gap is still too big. Others are geniuses, so don't think too much."

Zhu Zongdong shook his head: "It's about to start, let's get closer to watch, I asked a senior brother to help me take a seat, you can squeeze with me."

"No, I have a place too."

Chen Feng smiled, this classmate is quite kind, but it's a pity that he won't stop at one position and draw red envelopes.

"That's good, let's get closer and start fighting."

Zhu Zhandong nodded without thinking too much, and hurriedly walked towards the crowd.

He was following a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and there was nothing unusual about him, and he did not attract any major attention.

Even Zhu Zhangdong, a real disciple, was greeted by no one for a while, and he was indeed an inconspicuous ordinary disciple.

He walked smoothly into the crowd and looked at the hundreds of glowing red envelopes around him, as if facing fruitful grains.

"You watch the competition, and I will draw red envelopes."

Chen Feng smiled secretly, left Zhu Zhangdong behind, and walked around in the crowd. At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the beautiful woman on the stage, so they didn't care about the people passing by.

Except for a few red envelopes with tricky positions, and red envelopes on women and head elders of various lines, the other red envelopes are very easy to draw.

In just a short while, he drew dozens of red envelopes, which was much more efficient than stealthy draws.

When he was drawing red envelopes, another person appeared on the stage, it was Zhang Xiaofan.

Without his influence, Zhang Xiaofan still relied on his luck and his special fire-burning stick to get to where he is today, facing the genius disciple Lu Xueqi.

Lu Xueqi was shining brightly at this moment, her beautiful face looked radiant under the sunlight.

She looked at Zhang Xiaofan opposite, with bloodshot eyes, ordinary appearance, dull and lifeless look, disdain appeared in her eyes.

She has long heard that this person has come to this day by luck, and her strength is nothing. She doesn't think that the other party can threaten her.

In her eyes, the only opponent who can become her is Long Shoufeng's Qi Hao, not this person who relies on luck.

Seeing this subtle change, Chen Feng smiled teasingly. The girl didn't know that the guy opposite was holding an ordinary fire stick, and its power was somewhat stronger than that of Tianzhu.

At that time, the original owner of Tianzhu, Kuxinsweet, and the owner of some of the bloodthirsty beads of the burning stick, the black-hearted old man, fought for three days and three nights, and they were evenly matched.

This means that the Bloodthirsty Bead and Tianzhu are magic weapons of the same level. Now Zhang Xiaofan's magic weapon is not only the Bloodthirsty Bead, but also an evil stick to absorb souls, so the natural power will not decrease.

This addition of one can be greater than two. In the whole world, it is estimated that there is only the most precious treasure in the world, the Sword of Immortal Execution, and the ancient weapon Fulongding that can crush a fire stick.

So even if Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation is not as good as Lu Xueqi's, he can still fight him with magic weapon and lose both sides.

Chen Feng smiled, took a look at the high-ranking Qingyun sitting in the audience watching the battle, remembered the appearance of these people, especially the old guy who took the lead, and then continued to draw red envelopes without any trace.

Fighting quickly broke out on the stage, Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation was too poor, he vomited blood when Lu Xueqi slashed him with a sword.

But Zhang Xiaofan was in a bad mood, and he was holding a blood-refining magic weapon, this mouthful of blood on the contrary aroused the viciousness of the fire stick, which in turn affected the owner.

The magic weapons of the two were fighting together in the air, one green and one blue, and they actually went back and forth, which surprised many people in the audience.

They didn't expect that this person whom they looked down upon actually had such abilities.

Everyone was even more focused, Chen Feng secretly said that it was a good opportunity, and he also attacked some female disciples.

No one knows what he is doing, he just walks close and can draw the red envelope he wants.

Even if someone noticed, Chen Feng would return a smile, say "excuse me", then leave with a normal expression, and turn to the next one.

(End of this chapter)