Zhao Tianwu's terror made Qin Feng jealous, a person who had covered up to deceive everyone in the past was really the sanity that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy should have?

Qin Feng took out a bronze token in the face of the Purple Ding Spirit Sect's Mountain Protection Array, and his figure flashed.

The three major mountain gates all have different disciple tokens for identification, and do not trigger the mountain protection array, the outer disciples hold wooden cards, the inner disciples have bronze orders, the elite disciples have silver orders, and the major elders, and even the personal disciples of the sect master have golden orders, also known as golden disciples.

The identity token of an inner disciple could not be easier to obtain, Luo Yu'er has the bronze order of the three major mountain gates, so Tianjiao only needs to choose his own place, and then the other two tokens will be useless.

"I'm going to verify my identity tomorrow and I'm going to have to take a new name. ”

Qin Feng smiled bitterly, ran into the back mountain, and slept on the big elm tree all night, this rest was very comfortable.

It had been a long time since he had slept so comfortably, without terrible nightmares and without the need to hide his tracks.

The Zhao family and the Luo family all want his life!

Qin Feng laughed at himself, how could I become a threat to others while I was alive?

Early in the morning, the inner courtyard disciple hall of the Ziding Spirit Sect ushered in a stranger, he was dressed in white and had an ordinary face.

"What's it called?"

"Qin Baiqi. ”

"Okay, as long as Qin Baiqi takes your identity token, my Purple Ding Spirit Sect will protect you thoroughly, and you must understand the rules, even if you die, you have to die in the sect, and outsiders have no right to execute you!"

The deacon handed him the bronze token lightly, and what he said was quite domineering.

The Purple Ding Spirit Sect has five hundred deacons, holding black gold orders and wearing black robes.

On top of this, there are thirty-six purple gold orders, giving the elders a purple robe.

Inner disciples holding bronze orders can receive two Qi Condensing Pills, one hundred spirit stones, and go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to borrow a volume of exercises.

Even if Qin Feng receives three times the share, it will be a drop in the bucket!

He couldn't help but have a headache, it was obviously a troublesome thing to improve his cultivation in the Purple Ding Spirit Sect, until he walked outside the main hall of the inner courtyard, the wide Yuan Gathering Array with a radius of ten miles had three times the strong spiritual power.

"Spirit +130"

"Spiritual +170"

"Spirit +80"

The Spirit Gathering Array was full of spiritual power bubbles, and more Inner Courtyard disciples were condensing their qi cross-legged, more than a dozen bubbles floated around them, and Qin Feng also pretended to be passing by one to pop them.

"Passive Talent +10"

"Kendo Talent +15"

"HP +100"

"Alchemy Talent +10"

......

Ziding Spirit Sect, you are simply my favorite.

Qin Feng was already ecstatic, and the collection of bubbles made him determined to meditate, improve his realm and cultivation, and then go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to borrow a volume of exercises.

"Spiritual +3000"

"Blood+1700"

"Passive Talent +300"

"Soul Power +1300"

This strong accumulation is undoubtedly an opportune opportunity for Qin Feng.

All kinds of talents, the addition of attributes poured into Qin Feng's body, and the attributes turned into silk threads and woven into a big net.

This big net wrapped Qin Feng and quickly became a part of the essence.

"It's too strong, quantitative change leads to qualitative change!" ！

Qin Feng's one hundred and eight acupoints exuded Dao blood qi, and he was frantically refining the power in his body.

When he absorbed it halfway, his qi sea had doubled, and his qi and blood seemed to be causing a qualitative change, pouring from the viscera into the bones, and the muffled sound of broken bones sounded, which was quenching the bones, and the pure qi and blood were refining the bones.

His divine sense had directly increased to a critical point, and Qin Feng intuitively believed that he was at the peak of a first-grade inscription master.

"He's getting bloody?"

"Oh my God, it can't be crazy!"

"Does anyone know his name?"

"I don't know, I guess even if he dies, no one will collect his body. ”

The noisy people were talking some nonsense in their ears, and Qin Feng didn't care about them at all.

Only one of the more familiar voices mingled in.

"Senior Brother Ziling, do you have confidence in this Ziding trial?"

"Well, the Purple Ding Trial is the only way for us to become an elite disciple, and only by winning the top ten can we obtain the will. ”

"The top ten, the Demon Mist Mountain Range is full of dangers, if you want to hunt for the top ten, you must either kill a silver-rank demon beast or hunt ten bronze-level peak demon beasts. ”

Prince Spirit?

An acquaintance, this tower-like tall and burly Wang family, seems to be reckless and uses force, but he will still choose to retreat in the face of a truly invincible enemy.

It was impossible for him to take the risk of hunting silver-level demon beasts, the cultivation of elite disciples was Qi Sea Realm, and there were no more than a hundred people in the entire Purple Ding Spirit Sect.

Qin Feng kept this matter in his heart, he would definitely go to the Ziding trial, and only then would he have more possibilities to become an elite disciple.

Think about the bubbles of hundreds of Qi Sea Realm cultivators, far more than ten times more than the Qi Condensation Realm disciples in the inner courtyard.

Hiss~

The spiritual power was refined, and Qin Feng's divine consciousness villain had a general human form, suspended in the dantian and looking down on the sea of confused qi, looking boundless.

"The sea of qi is complete!"

After refining this time, the value of the inner courtyard to Qin Feng was also greatly reduced, and he urgently needed a stronger opponent.

"It's time to go to the Scripture Pavilion. ”

Qin Feng opened his eyes and was about to walk in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but was pressed by a big hand on his shoulder.

"Senior brother, face student, have you ever paid this month's share?" It turned out to be the tall young man beside Wang Ziling.

"I didn't get it here, I don't know what the senior brother commanded?"

"Oh, as soon as you enter the inner courtyard, then you should understand a truth, senior brother of the inner courtyard, the famous prince spirit senior brother of the Qiankun list will collect fifty spirit stones and one Qi Condensing Pill from each inner disciple. ”

The general share of each month, the cultivation resources are given to Wang Ziling?

Qin Feng knew that this big man seemed to be above board, but in fact he was cunning and dangerous, but he didn't expect that he was a bully.

No wonder Wei Yixiao once laughed at him during the martial arts competition.

Now it seems that these three people are not fuel-efficient lamps, think about it, become the inner courtyard elder brother of the three major mountain gates, which of them will be a person with a pure heart.

"I won't give it to you. ”

Qin Fengli also ignored the big young man, but saw that Wang Ziling's originally arrogant and arrogant expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Presumptuous, do you know who you're talking to?"

"Yes. ”

Bang, Qin Feng directly threw a punch, only to see a small hole collapsed in the abdomen of the big young man, and this person's foundation was ruined.

He walked over as if no one was around, only Wang Ziling's expression was more uncertain.

"Defeated Sun Chuan with one punch, he is a strong man with eight levels of condensation and inner door second only to Wang Ziling. ”

"It's over, no matter how strong this person is, he can't be Wang Ziling's opponent. ”

Listening to the noise in the Spirit Gathering Array, Qin Feng didn't reply, and said:

"Noise!"

"You're looking for death!"

"We're not afraid of you!" There were nearly 3,000 disciples in the inner courtyard, and they were confident that they could kill Qin Feng in a group fight.

"What's your name?" Wang Ziling finally suppressed his breath, he was too particular about the word calm and doing things that were 100% confident.

"Qin Baiqi. ”

"Come with me, five days later, you and I will join forces in the Ziding trial, and we will definitely become an elite disciple!"

Qin Feng felt that he had heard a joke.

"You're too weak to deserve it. ”

Indeed, in the inner courtyard, even the Ding Ling Mountain, where the elite disciples stayed, could not pick out a few of his opponents.

"You!"

The prince can endure it, but not everything, in his opinion, Qin Feng ignores him, despises him, and there is no him in his eyes at all.

This battle is about whether or not you can serve the public again, and you can fight if you don't fight!

"Brute Tyrant Fist, Eight Desolate Town Mountain!"

Wang Ziling's punch came, and the qi and blood were combined with the spiritual power, which had a bit of a sense of body refining.

His fists were wrapped around eight strands of golden aura, and he had the power of Zhenshan when he used his power!

"I want this set of exercises of yours!"

What Qin Feng lacked the most was the practice of refining the body one vein, Wang Ziling showed excellent hand-to-hand combat ability in the ring battle, and Qin Feng suspected that he had cultivated the mental method of refining the body one vein.

"You're no match for me!" The prince is self-confident, and his qi and blood and spiritual power come out together, and no one in the same realm is his opponent.

It's a pity that the opponent he met was Qin Feng!

Qin Feng's realm, combat power, and talent are far higher than him, completely crushing!

With a flying kick, he directly won with an absolute advantage in strength, Wang Ziling retreated more than a hundred steps, and before his body could land, Qin Feng held him down and snatched the storage ring.

Airplanes~

Qin Feng's powerful soul power as an inscription master directly erased the soul power mark of the prince spirit, and refined it into his storage ring with his backhand.

"It's been a reward. ”

"Qin Baiqi, you snatched the storage ring of your fellow disciple brother, and the Law Enforcement Hall will not spare you!"

Wang Ziling only felt as if he was suppressed in the direction of a mountain, this scene was simply shocking, taking away the storage ring and forcibly refining, when did the Ziding Spirit Sect come to be so ruthless?

"Senior Brother Ziling......"

A minion hurriedly stepped forward to look at him respectfully.

The arrogant and domineering man in the past now seemed to be a victim, and instead of arousing the sympathy of the disciples of the inner court, his sad expression felt that he deserved it.

"What's that brother's name?"

"Qin Baiqi!"

"He's not handsome, but he's so bold!" The girl felt thrilled when she thought of Qin Feng's decisiveness and crispness, as well as his undoubted strength.

Seeing Qin Feng walk away, Wang Ziling's burly body was so angry that he trembled and vomited blood.

"Hurry up and report to the Law Enforcement Palace, Qin Baiqi forcibly seized the resources of the same sect, and he had no respect for his superiors, which damaged the foundation of the Ziding Spirit Sect!"

Wang Ziling, supported by the lackey's minions, gritted his teeth and walked to the law enforcement hall.

Most of the disciples in the inner courtyard dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, if Qin Baiqi was seizing the resources of the same sect, then what did Wang Ziling do before?

"What a shame, phew!"

"Human-faced beast heart!"

It wasn't until Wang Ziling also walked away that there was a continuous abuse in the spirit gathering array.