Chapter 469 Five breaths are enough

Li Feng turned around, glanced at the people in the audience, and suddenly looked at the blood eagle in the distance and said with a smile: "It seems that they are very afraid of you, so you leave first." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Hearing this, the Blood Eagle seemed to understand Li Feng's words, and suddenly hissed, spread its wings, and rushed to the sky.

Li Feng turned around slightly, looked at Dongfang Ling and said with a smile: "Please teach your seniors." ”

Dongfang Ling closed his eyes and groaned, and suddenly pointed to the cultivation clone that had conjured up on the spiritual water platform, and slowly spoke: "How many breaths do you need to defeat this clone?"

Li Feng looked at the clone in the distance and said lightly: "Five breaths are enough." ”

Dongfang Ling nodded and said, "In that case, then there is no need to try again." After speaking, he turned to look at the audience and said loudly: "The test of the first spiritual water pass, Yun Feng is the first, Feng Chi is the second, Yun Ziyan is the third, two of the twelve people are eliminated, if there are those who are not convinced, they can be challenged again on stage within a stick of incense!"

Everyone was in an uproar, could it be that this man in black could really defeat Dongfang Ling's clone in five breaths?

Everyone was indignant.

But no one dared to come to the stage to challenge Li Feng.

Feng Chi's face changed drastically, and he wanted to rush up to challenge him several times, but he finally endured it.

Those who can tame the blood eagle are not easy to match?

Feng Chi's expression turned into ice again, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What can you do to get the first place from Dongfang Ling's hands? The real second path is the key!"

"I, Feng Chi, am the true guardian and hope of the Future Alliance!"

The night is getting darker.

Primordial Illusion.

In the primordial fantasy realm, the green color outside the Quartet Pass became more and more intense, however, in this silent and empty primordial fantasy realm, there were hundreds of people standing and whispering.

The test of the second level of the third level was chosen at night.

The second Baizhang platform is called Junhuo, at this moment on the Junhuo platform, a black-robed Feng Ling stood silently, in the vast night, Feng Ling's expression looked gloomy and hideous, as if it was a demon who came out of the Nine Secluded Land.

Li Feng's expression tightened, he had long heard that the guardian of the second level of the third level was Feng Ling, one of the two deputy alliance leaders of the Destiny Alliance, and now it seems that it is indeed true.

It is rumored from the outside world that Feng Ling is a very deep person, decisive and ruthless, unscrupulous, and is an extremely powerful character in the fate alliance.

If Feng Chi wins the first place in this competition, the position of Star Sacrifice Envoy must be Feng Chi, so that among the high-level leaders of the Fate Alliance, the Feng Clan occupies the second place, which has unimaginable benefits for the Feng Clan.

Li Feng's expression gradually turned cold, he touched his face, and sighed secretly in his heart, this disguise technique learned from Chu Yun is really exquisite, since he came to this Divine Island, no one has found it.

The disguise technique of the Nine Ambassadors and the stealth method of killing the hall are the two most ancient and unparalleled secret techniques in the Destiny Alliance.

The art of disguise not only completely changes a person's appearance and appearance, but also changes even his demeanor and voice vividly. This is what Li Feng learned by accident when he visited Chu Yun, one of the Nine Messengers, after coming to Fengshen Island.

As for the method of invisibility, it is a miracle technique in the hidden killing hall known as the mystery in the fate alliance, after the method of stealth is cast, a person's body shape, breath, etc. will be hidden, as if disappearing out of thin air, as long as the cultivation realm is not too different, no one will find that there is someone lurking behind them.

A hundred miles east of the sea of rain, the primordial illusion.

The Eastern Spirit is the first guardian of the primordial illusion.

And Feng Ling, the patriarch of the Wind Clan, is the guardian of the second level.

The method of the first level of the competition is exactly the same.

As long as the disciples of the four clans participating in the competition defeated the two percent of the cultivation condensed by Feng Ling and became a clone, it would be a total fault.

But even if it is a two-percent cultivation clone, it has also reached the first level of cultivation in the Immortal Emperor Realm.

A slight cough suddenly came from the high platform, and in the faint night breeze, Feng Ling's voice suddenly sounded: "Old man Feng Ling, Xi is the guardian of the second Junhuo Pass, the disciple of the four clans, you only need to defeat my two percent cultivation as a clone within a stick of incense, and you can pass it." ”

After Feng Ling finished speaking, his hands suddenly waved continuously, only to see that at the edge of the four directions, one after another fireballs the size of sea bowls suddenly appeared, and in an instant, tens of thousands of fireballs surrounded the four directions to form a fiery chain of fire, and the entire primordial illusion was suddenly illuminated by these dazzling fires, and the lights were bright.

The wind volleyed down and slowly landed on the central circular platform of the Quartet Pass.

"Feng Chi, out of the ranks!" Feng Ling's voice sounded again, and the first test subject he had chosen turned out to be his son Feng Chi.

On the second level of the Junhuo platform, a clone that was exactly the same as Feng Ling appeared, and this two-percent cultivation was condensed from the second layer of Feng Ling's condensing Immortal Emperor Realm, reaching the first layer of the Immortal Emperor Realm. However, this doppelganger, which only has two percent cultivation of the body, has already discouraged many people, shaking their heads and sighing.

The figure of the wind pool was like a meteor in the sky, and everyone only felt that the white light flashed in front of them, and they saw the wind pool appear on the Junhuo platform. Feng Chi looked at his father's cultivation clone in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Feng Ling in the distance glanced at Feng Chi, turned around slowly, and his lips and teeth twitched: "Let's start!"

The light in Feng Chi's eyes was hot and intense, he knew that this was just a test, he only needed to defeat this clone in the shortest possible time, and then win the first place for the Heavenly Wind Clan, which was the greatest respect for his father Feng Ling.

On the Junhuo platform, black and white light and shadow are intertwined, like a dragon outside the sky, and thousands of cold ice mixed with monstrous thunder will firmly envelop the entire Baizhang platform, one breath, two breaths, three breaths...... Twenty breaths!

Twenty breaths later, the black and white light and shadow returned to their places, and the white shadow stood quietly, but the black shadow gradually dispersed and disappeared from everyone's vision.

The hearts of the people were dark.

Feng Ling on the central platform of the Quartet Pass frowned slightly, and then nodded again, according to his estimate, Feng Chi only needed fifteen breaths to defeat this clone, and for some reason it took twenty breaths.

It's just that tonight, except for the wind pool, there will be no one less than twenty breaths. Because within this wonderful primordial illusion, he can change the cultivation of the doppelganger anytime, anywhere, according to his own heart, and will never be discovered. Even if he condensed ten percent of his cultivation into a clone, no one would find out, never!

Feng Ling sneered in his heart, glanced at everyone, and said coldly: "Next, Thundercloud." ”

A loud roar suddenly rose from the bottom of the stage, the red clothes rolled like a cloud, and a red figure shot towards the Junhuo platform like an arrow from the string.

Thunderclouds, they are so arrogant and arrogant when they go there. It's just that when he faced Feng Ling's two percent cultivation clone, a trace of panic flashed in his heart, and he didn't know if he could defeat him in a stick of incense.

The dark night sky is like an eternal dark abyss, as silent as eternal night.