Compared to Feng Xuan, Feng Yu is even more miserable.

Obviously, the aura that had just been promoted to the middle stage of the quasi-saint attracted a lot of attention, and he was even beaten from the fourth layer to the sixth layer.

After the fourth layer was full, Feng Yu Gongzi was laid down on the seventh layer of the battle platform by the enthusiastic West Kunlun quasi-saints.

Tsk, what a pitiful, Ye Ang involuntarily glanced at the wind sacred, but saw that she was looking at Feng Yu Gongzi with a smile, as if she sensed something, and suddenly glanced at Ye Ang.

Suddenly, Ye Ang felt that his scalp was about to explode, and his breathing was suffocated.

"Boom!"

The melodious bell rang, and Elder Cangqiu's tall phantom reappeared, making Ye Ang breathe a sigh of relief.

"The eighth round of this battle of the king has come to an end for the time being, and then, let's start deciding. "New Bayi

Thirty more adjustable pictures appeared, and Ye Ang quickly finished browsing and cast his own judgment.

Soon, the results came out, and he had misjudged one this time.

But he doesn't care, some guys hide their hole cards well, and it's normal that they don't find out.

But in this way, there was nothing to do with them, and he began to look at the opponents at this level, and he would have to choose the opponent later.

Feng Xuan was still on the fourth floor of the battle platform, the ninth hundred.

From the beginning to the end, no one played against him, and he was directly promoted.

"Have you chosen your opponent?" suddenly heard the sound of flowing flames in his ears.

"No, I'm picking the right opponent. "I took advantage of the other party before, and Ye Ang was embarrassed to ignore others.

Liuyan chuckled: "Why bother so much, just point to the weakest one among the remaining people." ”

"Is that good?" Ye Ang was surprised by the other party's straightforward words.

Shouldn't it all be masters fighting masters? How......

"What do you think, this is not a life-and-death battle. Liuyan said lightly: "Since it is a battle of names, then those who can be ranked last with us must not be too weak." ”

"In order to maintain our reputation, it is natural to eliminate the weak first, why fight with the strongest so early. ”

"Besides, who has nothing to do with the reward. ”

This time to choose an opponent, Kun 13 chose No. 899, which was so real that Ye Ang's scalp was numb.

When it was Yeang's turn, he could only choose the weakest-looking 767 player on the field.

The young man with red lips and white teeth looked at Ye Ang with a strange gaze, but Ye Ang didn't pay attention to it, he had taken a look at this guy's strength before, and he was much more powerful than ordinary kings in the outside world, but on this fourth-layer battle platform, it was a little insufficient.

Once selected, the teleport begins.

When Ye Ang came to the secret realm again, he was at a loss.

He was still looking forward to seeing what interesting secret realm could be, but he didn't expect to appear again, and it was still in the mirror secret realm before.

Hey, how do you feel, you're so lucky!

This time, it seems that because it is the reward of the fourth layer of the battle platform, the time of the secret realm is actually as long as 29,000 years.

As for why it is not three thousand years, Ye Ang guessed that it should be caused by his misjudgment.

But 29,000 years is enough for him to do a lot of things.

Ye Ang stood in front of the mirror for about 19,000 years.

Again and again, he used the mirror to deduce his own practice, discovering the shortcomings and deducing the rights and wrongs in them.

Until the end, he himself felt exhausted, even as a quasi-saint, the primordial god and his brain were overloaded for nearly 20,000 years, he couldn't stand it.

There was a deep sense of exhaustion in my soul.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Improve, improve, improve!

When Ye Ang was finally satisfied, the first thing he thought of was not to cultivate immediately, but to lie directly in the void and fall asleep.

Generally speaking, after cultivating to the point of refining qi and transforming the gods, and casting the primordial gods, the monks can no longer sleep, after all, information processing no longer mainly relies on the brain, but the operation of the primordial spirit.

But at this time, as a quasi-saint-level big man, Ye Ang actually fell asleep directly in the void here.

His Yuan Shen and his brain were so tired that he didn't even want to breathe and recover.

A hundred years later, Ye Ang woke up from his sleep and began to practice.

Nearly 10,000 years passed slowly, and finally one day, in the secret realm of time and space, there was movement.

Yeon woke up.

Sensing the fluctuations that were about to be teleported away, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he has not broken through to the late stage of the quasi-saint, but his harvest is too great.

His path in the middle stage of quasi-sainthood has come to an end, and there is almost no way to enter.

If he wanted to, he could have stepped out in one step and reached the later stage of the quasi-sainthood.

However, there is no need!

He now, there is an incomparable strength, no longer a slight flaw before, for the sake of his own path, he can't completely let go of his hands and feet.

It can be said that he is in the middle stage of the quasi-saint realm at this moment

, perfect and flawless, you can open the peerless without worries.

"It's just right, after I get out, take this opportunity to verify my deduction, and if there is no problem, I can directly step into the late stage of the quasi-saint. ”

"This time, the first in the invincible sequence of the king, belongs to me!"

After the melodious bell rang, Elder Cangqiu once again announced the start of another round of battle,

In the ninth round of battles, hit the third-level battle platform and step into the level of the king!

With the spatial ripple channel, Ye Ang arrived at the 767th battle platform in a fluttering manner.

Since coming out of the passage of the battle platform, Ye Ang smiled, held the spear in his hand, and looked at the young man opposite.

"Ten days of poor Taoism, fellow Daoist, please. ”

This young man is not on Party B's list, so although he is a little strong, he is not the slightest threat to Ye Ang at this moment.

However, being able to reach the fourth-level battle platform is enough to show that the other party is not weak, and in the outside world, he is definitely a powerful and powerful king, and maybe even a king is invincible.

"The poor road is long, and the Taoist friends are invited. ”

The young man in white was also smiling, looking harmless to humans and animals, although he knew that the characters who walked to the fourth layer of the battle platform could not be harmless to humans and animals, but it still made Ye Ang feel good.

"Time is of the essence......"

Before Ye Ang could speak, he saw a divine light rising into the sky, and rushed directly to the third layer of the battle platform with Kun Shisan. Mobile:

"I'm ¥a......"

Ye Ang felt that Kun Shisan was really a prisoner.

"Poor Dao thinks that we should wait for a quick solution!"

Before the words fell, another divine light rose to the sky, taking Shanhe Jiuyue to the third-level battle platform.

Ye Ang: "......"

Don't you all go through the process?

Just thinking about it, another divine light rose to the sky, and the characters in it were the silver of the Dijiang Divine Kingdom!

Ye Ang turned his head, looked at the white-clothed young man Changhe Daoren, and said solemnly: "If you want to come to Daoyou, you don't want to waste more time here, I'll wait for a quick decision!"

The white-clothed young man Changhe looked at Ye Ang with a smile, and said unhurriedly: "Where do you talk about the Ten Days Daoist, the poor Dao is not in a hurry." ”

Yeon: "I ......"

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Chapter 248: Quasi-Late Sainthood