With Zhang Yutong and Jin Wei leading the way, the surrounding disciples began to echo their sentiments.
Although they were unwilling to offend Zhao Yufei, they couldn't help but feel a little indignant at the sight of their goddess holding the hand of an unfamiliar man.
Moreover, Zhao Feng was only a periphery disciple. There was a vast difference in status between them and him.
"So he's just a periphery disciple. He truly doesn't understand the rules!"
Wei Qingying's sharp voice came from Quasi-God Luo Yu's side.
At the start, she had also found it rather strange that Zhao Feng had been promoted to inner disciple in such a short amount of time. As it turned out, he was just a periphery disciple.
"Get out of here!"
Jin Wei angrily glared at Zhao Feng and bellowed.
He had lost the battle just now. Only by humiliating Zhao Feng a little would he be able to vent his anger.
"It's over!"
Nearby, Pan Hao recovered from his shock and sighed with his head lowered.
He was the one who had brought Zhao Feng here. If this matter was exposed, he would not be able to escape responsibility.
Moreover, Zhao Feng had offended the majority of the inner and core disciples present. Once they learned of this, they would definitely vent their anger on him, and all the inner disciples on his side would suffer a calamity.
"I was the one who had him come!"
Zhao Yufei suddenly said, and then she turned to Zhao Feng, her eyes brimming with tenderness.
These words caused the crowd that had been threatening Zhao Feng to freeze in place.
"Yufei, you …!"
Jin Wei was speechless.
Zhao Yufei had no idea that Zhao Feng was here, so how could she have had Zhao Feng come?
It was clear that Zhao Yufei was siding with Zhao Feng.
"Yufei, if you insist on standing up for him, there's nothing we can do. But isn't the person you value a little too spineless? Does she only know how to hide behind you and have you shield her from the wind and rain?"
At this moment, Zhang Yutong coldly mocked Zhao Feng.
Given Zhao Yufei's status as a core disciple of the Spirit Race and the support of many elders, there was nothing they could do if Zhao Yufei insisted on siding with Zhao Feng.
Therefore, Zhang Yutong started with Zhao Feng!
"A guy who lives off a woman!"
"If you have the guts, come out and bear all of this!"
The surrounding disciples felt that Zhao Feng's actions were shameless.
"Brother Feng, ignore them!"
Zhao Yufei's jade-like hands clenched even tighter.
Zhao Feng was only a Periphery Disciple of the Spirit Race and had no backing. If he were to take responsibility for this, he would definitely be severely punished.
At that time, these inner and core disciples could easily kill Zhao Feng.
However, at this moment, Zhao Feng took the initiative to step forward and looked at Zhang Yutong calmly.
Apart from Kong Die, who was snickering to the side, everyone else was shocked by Zhao Feng's actions.
He actually took the initiative to step forward!
"There's no clear rule that outer disciples can't participate in this conference, right?"
Zhao Feng said calmly.
The crowd nodded. There was indeed no clear rule.
However, the invitation was only given to the core disciples and some inner disciples.
"That's right, but the invitation was not given to the outer disciples …"
Zhang Yutong did not know what Zhao Feng was planning, but he still said calmly.
However, before he could finish his sentence, he stopped.
He even wanted to swallow the words that he had just said.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the invitation in Zhao Feng's hand!
"This kid actually has an invitation!"
Pan Hao's eyes widened. He felt that he had been worrying for nothing.
"How is this possible? He's a periphery disciple, how could he have an invitation!"
"Damn it, who gave it to him!"
Many people cursed in their hearts.
Those who had the qualifications to send out invitations were basically the core disciples with the most authority in this exchange meeting.
How could Zhao Feng have known a core disciple before this?
But no matter what, Zhao Feng had still taken out an invitation. He had the right to participate in this conference.
"Little Die!"
Zhao Yufei excitedly glanced at Kong Die, but she saw that Kong Die had an expression that said, "You owe me a favor."
Kong Die's gaze fell once more on Zhao Feng, and her expression turned grim.
In truth, she also did not believe that Zhao Feng was a good match for Zhao Yufei. This was because there were far too many people who were more outstanding than Zhao Feng among Zhao Yufei's pursuers.
For example, Zhang Yutong, a Rank Six True God, had killed Zhao Feng without the slightest effort.
Besides that, there were also many core experts who were in seclusion and could not participate in the conference, as well as the core disciples of other factions of the Ziling Zone.
If she hadn't heard Zhao Yufei mention Zhao Feng so often and saw Zhao Yufei's worried and absent-minded appearance, Kong Die would never have helped Zhao Feng by giving him an invitation.
Gradually, the crowd began to retreat.
"Shouldn't you also leave this place?"
Zhao Feng coldly said as he stared straight at Jin Wei.
Jin Wei's expression froze. Only now did he remember that he had made a bet with Zhao Feng. Whoever lost would leave the conference.
He had never imagined that he would lose, so he hadn't cared about this matter.
Jin Wei viciously glared at Zhao Feng as if he wanted to eat him alive.
In the end, he angrily snorted and left.
Although he had lost to Zhao Feng in the previous battle, he had far too many ways to get rid of Zhao Feng in the Spiritual Race.
Just as Jin Wei was about to leave, a green-skinned man walked over.
"Big Brother Jin Wei, where are you going?"
Zhao Lanyi asked in confusion.
He had come late because he was in seclusion, but the conference probably hadn't ended yet.
Jin Wei was in a terrible mood, so he had no time to pay attention to Zhao Lanyi. Thus, he didn't even glance at him and left.
Zhao Lanyi awkwardly walked into the conference.
"Mm? Zhao Feng! "
Zhao Feng's figure was the first to enter Zhao Lanyi's eyes.
Before he had come to the conference, his cousin, Zhao Hongyi, had told him everything and told him to teach Zhao Feng a harsh lesson.
At this time, Zhao Feng was still on the stage, and Zhao Yufei was not far behind Zhao Feng.
This was the perfect opportunity for him to force a fight and show off his strength!
Thump!
Zhao Lanyi's figure leaped and directly stepped onto the fighting ring.
"Zhao Feng, you bullied my cousin. As his older cousin, I have to get back some justice for him!"
Zhao Lanyi looked at Zhao Feng, the corners of his lips curling up.
He was an outstanding inner disciple, a Rank Four True God, even stronger than some core disciples.
However, the surrounding crowd was silent, their expressions rather strange.
Zhao Lanyi was an inner disciple, and yet he dared to provoke someone that Zhao Yufei valued. In their view, this was no different from seeking death.
In addition, Zhao Feng's strength was not simple.
But everyone present disliked Zhao Feng, and some of the core disciples were already thinking about how to deal with Zhao Feng.
Thus, they all hoped that Zhao Lanyi and Zhao Feng would fight here and test out Zhao Feng's true strength.
However, the inner disciples that stood on Zhao Lanyi's side would naturally tell him this news.
"Zhao Lanyi, that kid is very strong, and he's related to Zhao Yufei!"
One of them transmitted his voice without batting an eyelid.
"What?"
Zhao Lanyi's fighting spirit was instantly extinguished.
At this moment, he realized that Zhao Yufei was looking at him with a gaze filled with coldness.
Zhao Lanyi was somewhat regretful. He should have come earlier, so he didn't know that Zhao Feng was related to Zhao Yufei.
Even if he really could defeat Zhao Feng, he would still be offending Zhao Yufei.
However, he was already riding a tiger, and it was hard to get off. He was the one who had challenged Zhao Feng just now, and Zhao Feng had yet to respond.
Zhao Lanyi could only silently pray that Zhao Feng would refuse.
"Brother Feng just fought once, so let me take his place!"
At this time, Zhao Yufei, who was behind them, suddenly stepped forward with a cold expression.
"No, Sister Yufei, this might not be appropriate …."
Zhao Lanyi hurriedly said in surprise.
Zhao Yufei was a core disciple, and her bloodline density and cultivation talent were both extraordinary. He would never dare to offend her.
In addition, Zhao Yufei was a girl he had always admired, so Zhao Lanyi couldn't bring himself to attack her.
"There's nothing inappropriate about it!"
Zhao Yufei's eyes flashed with cold light.
Bzzzz!
In a flash, Zhao Yufei's skin became as translucent as crystal, and it exuded a dazzling violet light. The vast power of her bloodline caused the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi to tremble.
With a wave of her hand, a violet screen of light shot forward.
Under the pressure of the Spiritual Race bloodline, Zhao Lanyi was restricted in every aspect. He couldn't dodge, so he could only defend.
Bang!
A layer of violet crystal exploded, and Zhao Lanyi's stiff body flew backward. Many parts of his body had crystallized, and even the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth had turned into red crystals.
"Zhao Yufei's usage of her bloodline has gotten even stronger!"
"The Rank Four True God Zhao Lanyi was actually defeated by Zhao Yufei in a single exchange!"
The surrounding disciples were all stunned.
The jealousy in Quasi-God Luo Yu's eyes intensified. She was no longer a match for a single blow from Zhao Yufei.
Turning her head, Zhao Yufei's cold and harsh expression instantly melted. Her soft and tender eyes gazed at Zhao Feng, and she once more took Zhao Feng's hand and left the conference.
"Yufei, your bloodline seems to be thicker than any other member of the Spiritual Race …."
Zhao Feng said in surprise.
He hadn't expected that Zhao Yufei, who had come from the Continent Zone to the Spiritual Race, would still be so dazzling.
"Haha, how could I compare to you!?"
It was rare for Zhao Yufei to reveal the bashfulness of a little girl.
No matter when, Zhao Feng would always be an insurmountable mountain in her heart.
Even now, Zhao Yufei was confident that Zhao Feng's strength far surpassed her imagination.
As he watched Zhao Feng take the hand of the number one beauty of the Spiritual Race, Zhao Yufei, and leave, Pan Hao was filled with envy and jealousy. This kid … he really does know Zhao Yufei!
…
Before the conference had even begun, Zhao Feng had crushed Jin Wei and Zhao Yufei had defeated Zhao Lanyi in a single move, and then the two left hand in hand.
Many of the core disciples present had already lost their elegance.
Only the inner clan disciples were happily currying favor with some of the core disciples.
"Haha, Big Sister Luo Yu, although the conference has been disrupted, this might not be a bad thing for you!"
Next to Quasi-God Luo Yu, Wei Qingying gave a crafty smile.
"That's right. The upper echelon of the Spiritual Race would never allow Zhao Yufei to be together with a piece of trash …."
But after some thought, Quasi-God Luo Yu felt that Wei Qingying's words were extremely reasonable.
Zhao Feng's desire to curry favor with Zhao Yufei had doomed him to a miserable fate, and Zhao Yufei had repeatedly angered the upper echelon of the Spiritual Race and the other core prodigies, which was exactly what Quasi-God Luo Yu wanted.
No one knew that while the conference was being held, the upper echelon of the Spiritual Race was secretly observing everything.
"This kid is the person that Zhao Yufei has always cared about? Why did he come to the Spiritual Race? "
"But it seems like because of this kid's arrival, Zhao Yufei broke through a small bottleneck, and her bloodline energy has gotten even stronger!"
"No matter what, we can't let this kid's inferior bloodline contaminate the bloodline of the Spiritual Race!"
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