"Well, good luck. ”

As the words fell, a loud voice suddenly resounded in the blood-colored sky.

Ling Feng looked up, and an incomparably large black stone tablet slowly appeared.

There is a number zero written on it.

"When the number on the stele reaches one thousand, you have passed the first test. ”

Just when Ling Feng was curious about the specific content of the trial, he suddenly felt that something was about to break through the ground under his feet.

"Bang bang bang..."

Figures sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

"These are all puppets that I have nothing to do, and the number on each stone tablet can be increased by one accordingly. ”

Sure enough, it was refined by hand, and the way it appeared was so different.

After Ling Feng secretly exclaimed, metal puppets like a torrent of steel rushed towards him.

"Bang. ”

One of the puppets closest to him rushed in front of Ling Feng in the blink of an eye, raising his arms to block his straight fist, and a muffled sound was heard.

"Shhhh The strength of these puppets was unexpectedly comparable to that of a martial artist in the Eightfold Realm of the Strong Body Realm. ”

Resisting it, Ling Feng's impact from his arm gave a rough assessment of the strength of these puppets...

......

"The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds say early, why are you lazy again. ”

Humming a song in her mouth, Zhang Xiaoya looked at Ling Feng, who was still asleep in the shape of a 'big' character, and her willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Senior brother's narcolepsy has obviously recovered, but why has the condition recurred.

"Wake up ....."

Zhang Xiaoya held Ling Feng's shoulder and shook him gently, but the latter still snored constantly.

Smiling helplessly, Zhang Xiaoya took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, holding her cheeks with her little hands, and waited for her senior brother to wake up.

......

People who practice martial arts have a rather vague concept of time, and often a day passes away in the blink of an eye while meditating and cultivating.

At this time, it had been three full days since Zhang Xiaoya found that Ling Feng was unconscious, but he still had no sign of waking up.

In this regard, Zhang Xiaoya was also quite helpless, and the record of the highest sleep time and longest sleep onset in a single day set by the senior brother was broken by herself.

Sitting on the chair with her legs slumped, Zhang Xiaoya's slender hand supported her chin, her eyes involuntarily turned to Ling Feng, who was curled up in a ball, and after seeing that he still didn't move, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

At the same time, Saitama was walking in the martial arts training arena, holding dumbbells with both hands, and his arms were mechanically pulled up repeatedly.

The eyes are blank, and there is no daily supervision from the head of the house, as if practicing martial arts is less fun.

Xiao Yi was even more heartbroken, originally wanted to talk to the head of the house after being crushed by his sister, but found that he couldn't wake up, causing his heart to become more and more sad.

Unlike the three of them, Ling Wanyue's rhythm of life was not disturbed too much.

......

In the Blood Moon World, Ling Feng held the bone sword captured from the puppet and looked at the puppet army that was still like a mountain all over the field, his eyes revealing a fierce killing intent.

"This will not be until the Year of the Monkey and the Month of the Horse to kill a thousand!"

Looking at the two hundred and five on the stone tablet, Ling Feng's voice was full of helplessness and despair.

At first, when facing these puppets, they could only flee in a panic.

After constant trials and training, Ling Feng could barely face their attacks until now.

"Oh, that's good!"

"Boy, at your rate, you'll be able to pass the trial in five days. ”

His Holiness the Prophet smiled approvingly, his slightly narrowed eyes with a look of relief.

Although this kid is not the best talented, his ability to learn from battle is unparalleled.

In this way, it is just around the corner for the deity to get out of here.....

"Hey, Venerable Senior, you see that I already have the ability to pass the trial, can you pause for a moment, I have important things to explain to my disciple!"

Ling Feng struggled to rush out of the three puppets and slowly landed in a clearing, shouting at the Prophet Venerable in the air.

He had a January appointment with Que Gang, and he didn't have time to tell anyone else.

The appointed date has passed, and I don't know if Que Gang's face is too much, and Tsing Yi Men has been delayed, but the above-ranking brothers have the temperament to repay their teeth, maybe they are already on the way.

Although he had already thought of a way out in advance and avoided the limelight in the back mountain, he was now trapped here and could not get out.

This news must be passed on before the Tsing Yi Gate attack anyway.

"What do you say?" asked His Holiness the Prophet rhetorically.

This little guy is really very bold, and who else dared to ask me in such a tone a thousand years ago except that person.

And just as he was talking to Ling Feng, he suddenly sensed that there was an unfamiliar aura fluctuation from the outside world that was rushing in the direction of the Boundless Gate.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

Now there's a good show.

With a wave of his hand, a screen of light appeared in the sky, and images of the outside world slowly appeared on it.

"It's still here after all? ”

Ling Feng swept his gaze, and after seeing the picture on the screen, he muttered to himself.