Battle

“The top outer disciple, Zhao Feng, is here!”

“He is the new king of the outer disciples.”

Zhao Feng’s appearance caused a slight disturbance.

“Hehe, I thought that it would be someone strong, not a weak half-step Martial Artist. I think Zhao Linlong should come out instead,” the grass-hat youth said disdainfully. His cultivation was the highest amongst them, so he had not fought yet.

Xin Fei’s eyes lit up when he saw Zhao Feng.

“Zhao Feng! That Xin Fei is the top outer disciple. He beat three of us in one move,” Zhao Gan warned.

_Three people? In one move?_ Zhao Feng was slightly surprised since Zhao Gan and the rest were all quasi Martial Artists.

“Zhao Feng, we meet again. Do you still remember our battle?” Xin Fei said as he slowly walked forward. He didn’t look down on Zhao Feng due to his cultivation.