"Chief Patriarch, Shi Ke can not be humiliated, agree to the challenge of the Prison Demon Phoenix, the Nine Nether Phoenix. ”

Many genius disciples of the Qingluan clan also had a burst of battle intent in their eyes.

"Qing Shanqian, although your Qingluan clan has an alchemist like Ling Feng in charge, but in the realm of the sea of clouds, all the spirit grass and materials that can refine the Divine Xuandan are controlled by our two clans. ”

The Nine Humble Old Monster said: "As long as you agree to this challenge, no matter whether you win or lose, our two clans can return these spirit grasses to you for free, and let Ling Feng's miscellaneous pieces refine the elixir......"

In fact, there is a trap in the words of the Nine Humble Old Monsters.

He invited Ling Feng to fight before, but he was determined to wipe him out in the competition, so that when the person died, the Qingluan clan got the herbs, and it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

"Patriarch, now that the two clans are clearly going to swallow the three phoenix fruits into their disciples, they are almost robbed, let's promise them, in fact, with the background of our Qingluan clan, even if we really lose, we can save the lives of more than three hundred clansmen, right?"

The patriarchs of the many branches had a look of determination on their faces.

"Little Brother Ling Feng, what do you mean?"

Qing Shanqian couldn't hold back his mind, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ling Feng with a calm face.

Because the Transformation God Realm has some sense of the providence in the underworld, in Qing Shanqian's induction, Ling Feng is like an unfathomable black hole, far from being as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Since people want to warm up, it's good to fulfill them. ”

Ling Feng said with a faint smile: "Chief Patriarch, rest assured, in today's competition, the Qingluan Clan can't lose." ”

"Okay, then it's a deal!"

Ling Feng's categorical voice made Qing Shanqian feel like he had taken a reassuring pill, and said, "Patriarchs of your branches, what qualifications are extraordinary in your clan. There is no genius with advanced combat effectiveness, and he can definitely cope with this competition, so don't hide it. Let them fight. ”

"My Six Peaks Vein has an Immortal Eightfold Genius, and his combat power is comparable to Ninefold!"

"I also have a genius in the Twelve Peaks!"

The big guys of many peaks and veins tried their best.

Ultimately. There are more than 100 selected disciples, and all of them have cultivated above the Immortal Seventh Level.

Naturally, these disciples had to go through a competition and select nine people.

Ling Feng watched from the side for a long time, the Prison Demon Phoenix and the Nine Nether Phoenix named Ling Feng to look good, he naturally couldn't get mixed up with this junior on the scene, and after the assessment or something.

In the ninety-nine branch where Qingluan was located, no one went to fight.

In addition to being unranked in cultivation, Ling Feng's battle. It is also indirectly seen to represent the ninety-nine tribes.

After all, he himself is a genius of the Nine Clans.

Eventually, the candidate was born.

Among the nine people, two are through the gods, one is a god, and the others are all in the eighth to ninth section.

And the disciples sent out by the Prison Demon Phoenix and the Nine Nether Phoenix clans are at least Immortal Ninefold, and they are not at the same level at all.

"Hehe, in addition to the three hundred clansmen, you Qingluan clan had better prepare ten coffins, and wait to put the corpses of the ten disciples who went out into the battle. ”

The Infernal Phoenix. The boss of the Nine Nether Phoenix sneered.

This sentence immediately provoked the faces of all the bigwigs of the Qingluan clan at the scene to become gloomy.

It seems that people clearly want to kill the killer.

"Ling Feng, in order to avoid casualties. You go up directly and crush all the disciples of the Prison Demon Phoenix and the Nine Nether Phoenix. ”

Qingluan raised her eyebrows slightly and said.

"Ahem, that seems a little wrong. ”

Ling Feng said, "If you insist on me doing this, then you go and talk to those disciples who are going to fight." ”

"Brothers, brothers. ”

Qingluan looked at the nine disciples who were going out to fight, and said: "In this game, the Prison Demon Phoenix, the Nine Nether Phoenix will not show mercy, so let Ling Feng be the first to fight." ”

"Miss Gu Rui. Although Ling Feng is the worship of your ninety-nine branches, he is also a genius in Danshu. However, in the martial arts, it may not be against the Prison Demon Phoenix, the disciple of the genius of the Nine Nether Phoenix. ”

A few disciples who had gone out to fight muttered, "Elder Ling Feng killed Yu Yu. The Prison Demon Phoenix, the Nine Nether Phoenix hates him to the core, how can he have good fruit to eat when he fights first, let us come first, this move is also to protect him, if we are not defeated by the enemy, at the end of the competition, Elder Ling Feng can also directly admit defeat. ”

Because Ling Feng was an alchemist, and he was also one of the few people in the realm of the sea of clouds who could refine the Xuandan of Returning Gods, if there was a mistake, wouldn't the more than 300 people of the Qingluan clan who had suffered from fire poison be buried indirectly.

In this way, in the hearts of Qingluan's disciples and bosses, Ling Feng would definitely not be allowed to take this risk.

"Gu Rui, it's okay, let's watch from the side first. ”

Ling Feng seemed to have expected such an outcome and beckoned to Qingluan.

Qingluan was also speechless, turned around and retreated.

"I don't know who will be the first of your Qingluan clan?"

At this moment, a disciple from the Prison Demon Phoenix's side went into battle.

This person's cultivation is in the Immortal Nine Heavens, and the weapon is a nail rake, and in terms of counting, it is still the existence of the ten people on the other side, whose combat power is in the lower reaches.

The Qingluan clan also sent a disciple, and his cultivation was also in the Immortal Ninefold, and his comprehensive strength was among the nine people who participated in the battle, ranking in the middle and upper reaches.

There is no nonsense on both sides, you come and go, swords and swords.

Ling Feng didn't even raise his eyes.

Anyway, there is no suspense about the outcome of the game, and the competition is not attractive to him at all.

The disciples of the Burning Hell Demon Phoenix and the Nine Nether Phoenix Clan were indeed very ruthless, and their moves were fatal.

Time passed little by little, and of the nine people who fought in the Qingluan clan, there were still three people left, and the other six people who fought were all severely damaged, and their lives hung by a thread.

The hearts of the Qingluan clan bosses present couldn't help but twitch.

On the other hand, among the disciples of the Burning Prison Demon Phoenix and the Nine Nether Phoenix, among the ten people, only three were out, and these three people simply suffered painless skin injuries.

"They're still saved!"

Ling Feng walked out of the crowd at this time, his eyes first looked at the few hard-injured disciples, the sleeve robe waved again, and a raindrop of milky white liquid fell, only to see that the wounds of the hard-injured disciples actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene suddenly surprised many bigwigs of the Qingluan clan.

Qing Shanqian and several Transformation God Tianzun were also shocked.

They were entrusted with the Divine Heavenly Venerable, and they could indeed consume their cultivation and help these disciples repair their injuries, but they couldn't do it as easily as Ling Feng.

Jiubei Old Monster, King Jin Gefa's pupils constricted slightly, and finally summed up the credit for repairing the injury on the magical milky white liquid, and his cultivation of Ling Feng was still the same.

"Okay, you two don't fight, if you continue, it's also a sheep's mouth. ”

Ling Feng looked at the two disciples on the Qingluan clan's side who had not yet fought, and then glanced at the smug Prison Demon Phoenix, the powerhouse of the Nine Nether Phoenix, and said, "There are still seven disciples left in your two clans, I don't know if you will go up together or come one by one?"