Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Get out!"

The deaconess was getting more and more angry as she thought about it. Before Zhang Yifeng could speak, she suddenly raised her head to the sky and let out a loud roar. Her red hair moved automatically like a madman, and a terrifying aura was released. This woman is an acquired warrior.

"Ahem! Butler Ding, don't scare the young people."

The voice of a middle-aged man came. Obviously, he felt that the woman's behavior was a bit excessive.

Deacon Ding finally calmed down his momentum, but still said unwillingly: "Our Lightning Hall has been ruined by these ants! If this continues, our Lightning Hall will never be the leader of the eight halls in this life. Today’s young people, I really want to kill their uncle!”

After the woman finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help it and laughed out loud.

"Boy, why are you laughing!" Butler Ding turned his head and stared at Zhang Yifeng with his beautiful eyes.

Zhang Yifeng shrugged and said, "You want me to tell the truth?"

"explain!"

"Okay, just now I was thinking whether their uncle should be looking forward to it."

"What do you expect?" Deacon Ding didn't react for a moment.

Before Zhang Yifeng could answer, the middle-aged man who spoke just now spoke again, and reminded with a smile: "You just said you were thinking of the young man."

"..."

Deacon Ding was speechless for a moment.

"Well, can I sign up now?"

Zhang Yifeng's voice came again.

The middle-aged man was obviously more amiable and said to Zhang Yifeng: "Okay, according to the procedure, you come and register, and we will ask you a few questions. Now, tell me your name, origin, and age."

"My name is Zhang Yifeng, 21 years old. I come from Bailong City."

After listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, Deacon Ding, who had been restraining his emotions, went berserk again. Ouch, I can't control my bad temper at all.

"You are so young, why are you participating in a competition! Also, are you a beast cultivator? Just get out of here!"

roll roll roll!

This time, Butler Ding was really angry.

Although the group of people just now had no great ambitions and were only in the top ten, they were at least much more reliable than this kid. Only twenty-one? How powerful it can be! He even wondered whether this boy was a beast cultivator.

She guessed right, Zhang Yifeng was indeed not a beast cultivator.

"Deacon Ding, calm down, calm down."

The middle-aged man's voice came again.

"I told you, I don't have eggs, so why should I be calm?"

In front of the table, Zhang Yifeng's face was not good-looking at that time. Being shouted at to "go away" was definitely not a pleasant feeling. Especially for a man with self-esteem, the word "go away" was extremely insulting.

Zhang Yifeng turned to look at Butler Ding and said coldly: "Is there a rule in the competition that non-animal cultivators are not allowed to register?"

"No. But what you mean is that you really haven't awakened the beast blood?" Deacon Ding looked ugly.

"It doesn't matter whether I have awakened the beast blood or not. You just need to remember one thing. I am not participating in the competition to increase the number of people or to gain experience. I am here to be number one! Because I want to become a resident of the royal city."

The person who gets the first place will not only become a disciple of a major force, but also receive a waist card symbolizing the identity of the royal city.

Zhang Yifeng's words were sonorous and powerful, echoing around him. He was probably the first person who dared to yell at the outsiders of the Shen family.

However, Zhang Yifeng dared to kill Shen Qingteng, so why would he dare to yell at foreigners?

Silenced, everyone in the hall was a little confused.

Whether it was Deacon Ding or the two middle-aged people.

"Who wants to compete with me for disciples? Let me see who it is and whether it is qualified."

Just when the atmosphere was a little weird, a laugh came from outside the door. A young man strode into the hall.

The young man was dressed in blue clothes and looked quite ordinary, but his sharp eyebrows gave him a unique style.

"Did you say that?"

After the young man came in, he walked towards Zhang Yifeng. His tone was contemptuous and his eyes were haughty.

"It's me. Do you have any opinions?" Zhang Yifeng glanced at the young man, but his expression didn't change much.

The young man laughed and said, "Of course I have an opinion, because the number one position will only be mine, Jiang Endless."

Jiang Wuwu?

Zhang Yifeng felt that such a name was very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, Jiang Wuyuan was highlighted in the manual given to him by Shen Qingteng.

"Are you Jiang Wuwu?"

Before Zhang Yifeng spoke, Deacon Ding's excited voice came. It was obvious that she had also heard of Jiang Wuwu.

"Seniors, it's me." Jiang Wuwu smiled even brighter. His popularity is definitely much higher than that of Zhang Yifeng. Everyone knows Jiang Wuwu, but they don't know who Zhang Yifeng is.

"Are you here to sign up for my Lightning Hall?" Even the calm middle-aged man couldn't hold it any longer.

Jiang Wuyuan nodded and said: "That's right. I heard that Lightning Hall at the entrance of the Eighth Hall has always been mediocre, so I came. Those who are not confident in themselves do not dare to choose Lightning Hall, fearing that Lightning Hall will bring trouble to them. It’s bad luck, but I’m not afraid, because I’m sure that this year’s champion will only be me! Jiang Wuwen!”

Domineering, arrogant and confident!

His tone sounded as if he had already determined that this year's champion would be him.

"Okay, okay, you are really young and promising."

"Have courage!"

"It seems that I, the Lightning Hall, will not be my foil this year."

The three foreigners seemed to have forgotten the existence of Zhang Yifeng, and everyone's attention was focused on Jiang Wuwu. Even the beautiful deaconess was smiling.

"Your name is Zhang Yifeng, right? Come on, you're not even a beast cultivator. Why are you here to join in the fun? I don't know how the Lord of White Dragon City would give you the qualification to participate."

The beautiful deacon spoke coldly to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng frowned, and just as he was about to say something, Jiang Wuwen's voice suddenly came: "Several elders, can you let him successfully register? I want to see if such an arrogant person has real materials."

"this……"

Several deacons were stunned for a moment, and then the middle-aged man spoke first.

"Okay, as long as you are sure to register for the competition in our Lightning Hall, I will give him this spot."

"I'm sure, you can fill out the form now." Jiang Wuwu smiled faintly.

"Okay!" The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and then looked at Zhang Yifeng, "Boy, you are lucky, you can also fill out the form."

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng walked over and filled out the registration form without saying a word throughout.

No matter how much you say, it's useless. When you fight, you will know who is the champion.

After filling out the form, Zhang Yifeng left the Lightning Hall and returned to the inn.

For the next time, Zhang Yifeng remained in seclusion. Either practice martial arts or practice the meteor hammer technique.

I don't know if it was due to his improved cultivation, but three days later, Zhang Yifeng finally succeeded in hitting one hundred and eight hammers.

Three days later, Zhang Yifeng was completely proficient in one hundred and eight hammers.

With nothing to do, Zhang Yifeng sacrificed the Black Iron Sacred Furnace and used the high-grade materials on his body to refine the Sky-Splitting Mark.