The martial arts arena of the Immortal Sect is very huge, enough to accommodate 10,000 people, and it is usually a place for the disciples of the Immortal Sect to cultivate, but today it has become the arena of the magic conference.

The martial arts arena was already crowded, and countless sect masters and disciples of the Hidden Sect had already come to the martial arts arena.

The first thing to do is to draw lots, after all, there are too many sects participating in the magic conference, and it is definitely not appropriate to fight, in this case, it is usually used to draw lots to determine the opponent.

The opponent Lin Feng drew was a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect.

The Xiaoyao Sect can only be regarded as a very small sect among the Hidden Sects, so Xuanzong's face also showed a relaxed expression.

The magic conference was promoted in the form of elimination, and because it was held in the Immortal Gate this time, Lin Feng appeared for the first time.

Basically, there is no one to preside, and when a gong sounds, the game begins.

Perhaps these sects are familiar with the rules of the magic conference, so even if no one is presiding, the magic conference is still going on in an orderly manner.

The sect masters and disciples of the various sects were distinct, and they all had deep hostility towards each other, and it was obvious that the relationship between them was not very good.

Especially Xuanzong and the Ghost King, the two of them are the closest, and there seems to be a tense atmosphere spreading, maybe they can have a friendly match off the stage.

When Lin Feng got into the ring, there was immediately a burst of cheers, needless to say, it was also the disciples of the Immortal Sect who were cheering for him.

Then there was a huge burst of boos, which came from the Lonely Bamboo Ghost Valley camp, and the other sects were all talking about it, perhaps because they were not familiar with Lin Feng.

From this point, Lin Feng could see that only the Lonely Bamboo Ghost Valley dared to argue with the Immortal Sect head-on, and as for the other sects, even if they were dissatisfied with the Immortal Sect, they would not dare to show it on the bright side.

There was only one camp with all bald heads, and they seemed very calm, everyone meditated with their eyes closed, and there were words in their mouths, as if they were reciting scriptures.

Needless to say, these monks are from Dalin Temple, but they don't know where Ling Tianzong's camp is.

The Jujutsu Conference is a grand event for the Hidden Sect to compete to elect the leader of the alliance, and Ling Tianzong, as one of the four major Hidden Sect Sects, will definitely come.

Lin Feng didn't care about this, the most important thing now was to knock down the disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect in front of him.

This disciple of Xiaoyaomen doesn't seem to be very strong, he is a little submissive, and the aura fluctuation is very weak, and I don't know why he was sent to compete.

Lin Feng smiled faintly and said, "My name is Lin Feng." ”

The Xiaoyaomen disciple smiled reluctantly and said weakly: "My name is Fan Jian, and I am the senior brother of Xiaoyaomen. ”

Lin Feng frowned, he remembered the rules of the Spell Conference, it was the sect master and senior brother who could not participate, and he didn't know why this guy named Fan Jian could fight.

As if seeing Lin Feng's doubts, Fan Jian grinned and said, "In addition to the master, there is only one disciple in the Xiaoyao Sect, so I can fight." ”

Lin Feng was speechless for a while, the Xiaoyao Gate was really free, and it was so free that there was almost no one.

Since it was a magic conference, Lin Feng still had to separate the winner from Fan Jian, although Lin Feng was also very sympathetic to this Fan Jian brother.

A sect like Xiaoyaomen also came to participate in the magic conference, and even tried in vain to seek the status of the leader of the alliance, what is it if it is not cheap?

Because this was the first game, Lin Feng didn't plan to use all his strength.

"Boss, you can use the spell of the Immortal Sect first, anyway, the opponent has just reached the foundation building period, and you can fight as much as you want, so you can also confuse the opponent behind you and make them think that you are a disciple of the Immortal Sect. ”

Yu Ling whispered in her consciousness.

Lin Feng's heart moved, this is a good idea, anyway, this Fan Jian is very weak, so there is no need to expose his strength on him too early.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng used his vitality and began to let his vitality run in his body for a week in a way of luck unique to the Immortal Sect.

"Brother Lin Feng, my Xiaoyaomen's technique is very profound, you have to be careful when you start it for a while, I'm afraid that I will accidentally hurt you. ”

Fan Jian seemed to be very confident in his own strength, and kindly reminded Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's vitality had reached its peak, and he nodded with a smile and said, "I will." ”

"Look at my Xiaoyaomen's Xiaoyao Infinite Divine Skill!"

Fan Jian let out a loud shout, and his body suddenly increased his speed, if compared to ordinary people, this speed was already very fast, but in Lin Feng's eyes, it was like a playback in slow motion.

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly, maybe there was only one sect master and one disciple in the Xiaoyao Sect, and the two of them didn't go down the mountain if they were fine, so he felt that only he was the most powerful in this world.

He had been thinking about it for a long time, and then Fan Jian arrived in front of Lin Feng, raised his palm, and attacked Lin Feng with an extremely weak aura.

Lin Feng waved his hand lightly, and a burst of vitality shook his people out.

Fan Jian's strength is at most the level of the early stage of foundation building, and when he encounters Lin Feng, he is basically killed in seconds.

Fan Jian only felt a huge force that shook him away, and before he could react, Lin Feng had already sent out a weakened version of the Immortal God Fist.

After Xuanzong's careful guidance and Lin Feng's own hard training, the Immortal God Fist had made substantial progress compared to the set of boxing techniques he had taught himself, not only did he not need to consume too much vitality, but he was also able to control his strength freely.

Fan Jian flew out again without any suspense, but this time it was not so carefree, and he fell face down under the stage, and his nose and face were swollen immediately.

The Xiaoyao Sect disciples in the audience cheered again, although they could all see that Lin Feng's victory was so easy.

Lin Feng smiled faintly, turned around and got out of the ring, this round of elimination was too easy.

The ghost king in the audience snorted coldly, turned his head and asked Xuanzong disdainfully: "Why, don't you have any decent disciples in the Immortal Sect, you actually sent a little hairy child in the Dan stage, we Guigu can get the position of alliance leader so easily, I am embarrassed to take it." ”

He saw that Lin Feng was using a very standard Immortal Sect technique, thinking that Lin Feng was a disciple of the Immortal Sect, not that the ghost king was stupid, so he didn't see it, but that Lin Feng's Immortal Sect Kung Fu had indeed reached a considerable level.

Facing the provocation of the Ghost King, Xuanzong only smiled slightly, and did not fight with the Ghost King, because he knew that in the near future, the Ghost King would definitely be dumbfounded.

Lin Feng got out of the ring, sat down in the rest area of the disciples of the fighting sect, and looked at the ring with interest, not knowing if there was a powerful opponent today.

The second battle had already begun, and Lin Feng suddenly felt a huge aura emanating from it, and a dashing figure floated down on the ring, a monk's robe swaying slightly in the wind.

Lin Feng couldn't help but get serious, and the disciples of Dalin Temple finally came on the field.

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