Chapter 82 The Marquis of Guangjun

despair! despair!

Under the sound of footsteps, the heartstrings of the ten talented teenagers were extremely tense.

Only the dumb young Sanwei sat on the spot with no expression on his face.

Squeak!

The door of the pavilion opened, and three figures entered outside.

The leader was a young man in a green shirt. He was tall and straight, his eyes were clear, and he had an introverted aura on his body. When his eyes touched it, the hearts of the young people were shocked like lightning.

"It's him……"

Zhao Feng stared at the man in the blue shirt, who he actually knew.

what!

Zhao Yufei showed a hint of surprise.

The man in the blue shirt at the head was Ye Lingyun who visited Yuyang City that day. After entering Guangling County, Zhao Feng and Ye Lingyun were separated by a month.

Behind Ye Lingyun, two teenagers followed, one was smiling and the other was silent.

Nangong Fan! North ink!

Feng Yinyue and Lei Zuo's heart skipped a beat.

Why are they here?

Zhao Feng's mind is slightly stern. He has dealt with Nangong Fan and Bei Mo, and he naturally understands the horror of these two super geniuses.

Especially Bei Mo, who has reached the peak of the eighth level of cultivation, and even has a record of beheading the ninth level of martial arts.

Compared with these two super geniuses, the ten-day guard youth genius present was a little dim.

"Senior Brother Ye is here too."

The dumb young man got up with a smile and met Ye Lingyun.

The two sides greeted each other and took their seats.

Zhao Feng found that the seat of Master Ye Lingyun was even in front of the dumb young man.

"Master Ye Lingyun is actually a disciple of Marquis Guangjun?"

Zhao Feng was secretly surprised.

At this moment, he noticed that Ye Lingyun's eyes fell on him with a kind smile.

Obviously, Ye Lingyun had certain expectations for Zhao Feng.

"Master's purpose of going out this time is to identify one or two direct disciples. Anyway, there is no hope for the two of us."

Ye Lingyun talked with the dumb young man.

A direct disciple?

The ten Tianwei youths present showed doubts.

"Don't be surprised, Master Ye, Master Ye and Junior Brother Nangong are all named disciples. The only true direct disciple is Junior Brother Beimo."

The dumb young man explained.

Named disciple!

Zhao Feng and the others were shocked.

With the strength of Ye Lingyun and Mune youth at least the ninth level of martial arts, they are only the named disciples of the Marquis Guangjun?

With Nangong Fan's eighth level of martial arts, this super genius is actually a registered disciple under the name of Marquis Guangjun?

Among the people present, only Bei Mo was the direct disciple of Marquis Guangjun.

"This Bei Mo is more than a year older than me, and has reached the peak of the eighth-level cultivation base, and even has the ability to kill the ninth-level powerhouse. Only such super geniuses are qualified to become the direct disciple of Guangjun Hou..."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

With Beimo's strength, he can completely swept the Zhao family where he originally belonged, and it is impossible for anyone in the entire Yuyang City to be his opponent.

Even in Guangling County, he was one of the top powerhouses under the Marquis of Guangjun.

And such top powerhouses and super geniuses compete with them in the same era.

There were many geniuses present, and when their eyes touched Bei Mo, their expressions dimmed slightly.

If ten years ago,

With the talent potential of Nangong Fan, Feng Yinyue and others, they are enough to look down on the geniuses of the same generation.

However, with the existence of the super genius of Bei Mo, other geniuses are destined to become foils.

For a time, all the talented youngsters looked at Bei Mo with expressions of envy, jealousy, and helplessness.

"Report to Lord Sanwei, the Lord has instructed to lead Shitianwei and other teenagers to the 'Lingwu Hall'."

A shadowy figure, like a ghost, appeared in front of the gate of the pavilion.

The visitor was none other than Guang Junwei, half kneeling on the ground.

There are 18 people in Guangjunwei, but the top three defenders are all the strongest in martial arts, and they are also the giant leaders of Guangjunwei.

"Lingwu Temple?"

Ye Lingyun and the dumb young man looked at each other with a hint of surprise on their faces at the same time.

The Lingwu Hall is the core of Guangling Mansion, and it is also the place where the Marquis Guangjun himself cultivated.

On weekdays, the Lingwu Hall does not allow anyone to enter, even the named disciples of the Marquis Guangjun cannot enter without a summons.

"Master actually summoned you to enter the 'Lingwu Hall'. It seems that this time you have to make up your mind. For you, this will be a great opportunity."

Ye Lingyun looked solemn, got up immediately, and led the way in front.

The Ten Tianwei teenagers all felt an unusual atmosphere.

But they understand that today may be an opportunity to impact and change their lives.

"Three years ago, Junior Brother Beimo and I entered the 'Lingwu Hall' together. As a result, I became the named disciple of Marquis Guangjun, but he became the master's direct disciple..."

Nangong Fan took a deep breath and glanced at Bei Mo beside him.

Bei Mo's face was old-fashioned and he didn't say a word.

Recalling the scene of entering the "Lingwu Hall" with Bei Mo, Nangong Fan still can't figure it out.

But since that day, the fate of him and Bei Mo has changed.

Once he became a disciple of Marquis Guangjun, even if he was a named disciple, he would have a far superior advantage over the children of other big families. It could be said that he would surpass ordinary people from now on.

Not for a while.

Everyone came to a quaint gray and silver hall in the forbidden area in the center of Guangling Mansion.

This quaint hall seems to be empty, giving people a sense of dead silence.

Stepping into the hall, no one could see a single figure.

Only Zhao Feng, if he opens his left eye to the limit, can sense and capture the dark silver figure hidden in the dark corner, there are about three or four Guangjun guards.

"Master, they are here."

Master Ye Lingyun, standing at the door of a great hall, said respectfully.

"Come in."

A powerful and far-reaching voice came from the depths of the temple.

The sound seemed to come from a distant cloud, without any deliberate imposing deterrence, but it made everyone feel a distant feeling of looking up at the starry sky.

The ten-day guard youths were short of breath, tense in mind, apprehension and admiration, and every step they took, they seemed to be approaching heaven.

Zhao Feng was inexplicably excited. From the depths of his left eye, there was a trace of warmth that spread to his limbs.

At this moment, out of some cautious intuition, he didn't even dare to easily activate his left eye ability.

Because before stepping into the hall, his left eye caught an invisible breath, coming from a tyrannical existence deep in the hall, and every move of himself and others seemed to be unable to escape the control of the other party.

blah blah blah! blah blah blah!

A group of young people, uneasy, entered the hall.

Even Nangong Fan and Bei Mo, who were already disciples of the Marquis of Guangjun, had expressions of embarrassment and solemnity.

There is only one empty hall, sitting cross-legged on a futon.

If it wasn't for the naked eye, it would be difficult for everyone to notice that there was a person sitting in the hall.

Sitting on the futon was a middle-aged man in a gold-patterned silver robe. His body was cut like a knife, his facial features were straight, and his eyes were slightly closed. He was like an ordinary person, and his whole body could not feel the oppression that a martial artist should have.

At first glance, this seems like an ordinary person who has not stepped into martial arts.

It is hard to imagine that the middle-aged man in front of him is the Marquis of Guangjun, who is said to be powerful in force in the legend of Xiangyun Kingdom.

"Master, the top ten Heavenly Guards in the Heavenly Guard Camp, a total of ten geniuses, are all here."

The dumb young Sanwei bowed.

"it is good!"

Guangjun Hou nodded slowly, opened his eyes, raised his hand and waved lightly.

The moment he opened his eyes, everyone touched those deep, pitch-black eyes, like an endless sea, boundless and endless.

Zhao Feng even produced a strong visual impact. The movement of the Marquis Guangjun opening his eyes and raising his hand seemed to complement the surrounding environment, exuding a suffocating general trend.

The moment he raised his hand, it was as if the king stretched out his hand to signal everyone to take their seats.

Several disciples, including Ye Lingyun, Sanwei, Bei Mo, and Nangong Fan, were sitting on the futon near the Marquis of Guangjun.

Ten Tianwei and other teenagers sat on ten futons arranged in sequence.

The seating is based on the ranking of the Ten Heavenly Guardians.

The first place is Feng Yinyue, the second place is Lei Zuo, the third place is Lu Xiaoyun...the tenth place is Zhao Feng.

arranged like this.

"Master, there are several outstanding geniuses in the Tianweiying generation."

The dull young man whispered.

Hou Guangjun's face was expressionless, his eyes were pitch-dark, without a trace of fluctuation, he indifferently swept the Shitianwei boy.

what!

At that moment, the ten-day guard boy was shocked, as if he was bombarded by lightning.

Zhao Feng only felt that Marquis Guangjun's gaze, like a black light, flashed across his mind, giving him a feeling of a short circuit in his brain.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The Marquis of Guangjun could see at a glance the cultivation status of the Shitianwei youth.

Zhao Feng has the illusion that his body and mind are being penetrated.

He had an intuition that even if he cultivated the "Withered Wood Breathing Method" to a perfect state, it would be impossible to conceal his cultivation from the Marquis of Guangjun.

Fortunately, when he met with Marquis Guangjun this time, in order to perform better, he did not conceal his cultivation.

"Slightly stronger than before, but unfortunately, among you, it is unlikely that there will be people who are qualified to be my direct disciples."

Hou Guangjun's face was calm, just stating a very ordinary thing.

However, Zhao Feng's left eye, without deliberately urging it, still captured the fleeting disappointment in the eyes of Guang Junhou.

boom!

Ten Tianwei youth, his mind swayed, there was a cold feeling of being beaten from heaven into the abyss.

The voice of Marquis Guangjun had clearly expressed that none of the top geniuses among the Ten Heavenly Guards had truly caught his eye.

"how so!"

Ye Lingyun and the dumb young man also looked surprised and couldn't believe it.

In their eyes, although the talented youngsters in this session of Tianwei Camp are not as perverted as Bei Mo, they are also amazingly talented.

Especially Feng Yinyue and Zhao Feng, who are still young, but both have the seventh level of martial arts.

"Master, if you don't try, how can you be sure..."

Ye Lingyun said cautiously, when his eyes swept over Zhao Feng, there was a hint of anticipation on his face.

"That's right, among these geniuses, Feng Yinyue's cultivation base has reached the peak of the seventh level of martial arts, and is almost as good as Lu Xiaoyun. Among them, Zhao Feng is the youngest and also has the seventh level of martial arts, and his strength is amazing. In terms of memory, he is even better than Junior Brother Beimo. "

The dull young man couldn't bear it, and persuaded him.

After all, these geniuses were all cultivated by his own practice and hard work.