"This is the order of the real person in charge, what can we say, don't think about it too much if you are a junior, just do your own things well. Read the full text of the latest chapter." It was an old man in his seventies who spoke, and judging by the position he was sitting, he should be the head of the six.

"Yes, senior brother!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Then, I saw the light curtain move, Ye Feng disappeared, and the picture turned, and there was another one

Then the ball of light shook for a while, no longer paying attention to Ye Feng, and another picture appeared, and another Nirvana monk was brought in......

Following the old man, he walked a hundred feet forward, and a faint light came into his eyes.

The scenery in front of him is another Ye Feng's eyes.

In the cave, there are countless pearls of this night, which are precious treasures in the mortal world, and can only be used for lighting here.

The light of the night pearl is very bright, illuminating the cave.

"Senior, it's here, please!"

The old man said indifferently, stood aside, and stretched out his hand. Ye Feng nodded, his divine sense swept slightly in the hall, and his brows suddenly wrinkled slightly.

I saw that the hall was empty, but there were dozens of monks, with different colors, but each of them was not weak in cultivation, and all of them were monks in the Nirvana period.

When those people heard the footsteps, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look over, and their expressions were by no means friendly, and even faintly hostile.

Seeing this, Ye Feng muttered in his heart, "This is obviously a trade fair for the feathered old monster, how can there be so many Nirvana stage cultivators?"

But on the surface, of course, he didn't show his face at all, but as far as he could see, he actually saw an acquaintance.

Stone cold smoke!

The young man beckoned to him happily.

Ye Feng also walked over with a smile on his face, his action attracted a sideways glance from the nearby monks, because the people who came here were all silent with cold expressions, and the two of them seemed quite unusual.

However, after seeing clearly that the two of them only had the cultivation in the early stage of Nirvana, the others just glanced at it and ignored it anymore. This kind of storage zài makes them not interested in it at all.

"Brother Ye, I didn't expect you to come here too. Shi Hanyan's voice seemed very affectionate, as if he was a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Each other, each other, I didn't expect my brother to come here too. Ye Feng also smiled very eagerly.

"Hehe, the little brother just wants to open his eyes, this is a trade fair for the Feather Monk, not comparable to the outside market, coincidentally, the little brother still has some savings, see if he can buy what he likes. Shi Hanyan scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Ye Feng's heart moved, and he said with a slight surprise: "Could it be that the monks here are all here to participate in a high-level trade fair?"

"Well, it should be, but as far as the junior brother knows, every time a Nirvana monk is allowed to enter a high-level trade fair, there are only ten. ”

"Ten?" Ye Feng frowned, there were so many in front of him.

Seeing his expression in his eyes, Shi Hanyan smiled slightly: "Of course, it has to go through some screening, the auction of the Feather Master is not something that all monks in the Nirvana period can participate in, you must know that the higher the cultivation level, the more attention is paid to their own identity, it is already very good to let ten people participate, even if only one person is allowed to participate, there is nothing strange about it." And these ten people are not just able to participate, they must have a certain value, and they may be able to meet the conditions of Hanshanmen.

However, every time the conditions proposed by Hanshanmen are different, I don't know what new tricks they will have this year. ”

As the two of them were talking about this, there was a boom, and the colorful light flickered, and they saw a person walking out of the seven-star array.

"Teleportation formation, what a big stroke. ”

Ye Feng's expression moved, and he said with a sigh, you must know that this teleportation array is not something that anyone can use. The people who can use it have an unusual identity.

At the age of fifty, dressed in green clothes, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, he stood there, showing his powerful momentum, and half-step feathering realm.

He glanced down the hall, clenched his fists, and said:

"In Xia Wu Ziye, welcome all colleagues to come to my Hanshan Peak, since you have arrived here, you want to participate in the trade fair held for the seniors of the Feather Period. ”

"Although this sect also wants to meet the requirements of your fellow Daoists, after all, the Immortal Cultivation Realm is a place where you speak with strength, if you allow all your fellow Daoists to participate, there are too many people, I am afraid that it will attract the dissatisfaction of the feathering seniors who came from afar, so according to the rules of the previous session, only ten lucky fellow Daoists can be selected. ”

Wu Ziye said this, paused, and glanced at everyone's reactions, as a result, a few monks showed surprise and dissatisfaction, and the others all had blank expressions, it seems that most of the people who came here had already known the rules of Hanshan Gate, and the few people saw that the other monks were silent, and they were also very interested in shutting up.

"Okay, since you have no objections, then I will say the conditions for this screening. ”

When the critical moment came, the expressions of all the monks became solemn, and they listened attentively, and of course, one or two of them might have some kind of basis, showing that they didn't care.

Although Ye Feng was also staring ahead, the corner of his eye caught in everyone's reactions one by one.

Wu Ziye flipped his right hand, and there was already a fist-sized fruit in his palm, which looked a bit like a duck pear in the world, but the skin was cyan and inconspicuous, and only a little faint aura emanated.

"This thing is called Huoyun Fruit, and it is not a natural treasure, it is just a little bit of a physical fitness effect after eating, but although Huoyun Fruit is ordinary, it is unique to my Hanshan Gate, and there is absolutely no outside world. 800book[800]”

The monks were stunned, not knowing what Wu Ziye's intention was in suddenly taking out the Huoyun Fruit, but they didn't speak, quietly waiting for the other party to continue.

"After a while, I will randomly divide your fellow Daoists into three groups, each group will be teleported to the place will have a few Huoyun fruit trees, everyone's task is to pick as many of this fruit as possible, the time is three hours, each group of people who pick the most can be allowed to enter the fair, of course, in addition to looking for Huoyun fruit trees, you should also pay attention to your own fruit not to be snatched by others, otherwise you will also lose. ”

Hearing the latter sentence, all the monks looked at each other, and their faces became very ugly, although Wu Ziye's words were euphemistic, the meaning was very obvious.

Don't let others take away your own fruit, in other words, you can take what others do at will.

Isn't this a clear statement that everyone will kill each other?

Is there a mistake, it's just to get the qualification to participate in the trade fair, and it's not to compete for some magic weapon and spiritual object, and it actually makes you want to fight for your life?

Although the cultivation realm is already bloody, this reason is too outrageous, is there any conspiracy?

Even when Ye Feng heard this, his expression couldn't help but change, and the quota for the auction of a feather period actually had to fight for his life. All of a sudden, there was a murmur in the room.

Although in the past, participation in the trade fairs of the Feather Stage monks had to be screened, but the conditions put forward had always been reasonable.

For example, bidding.

The ten places are auctioned as the same as items, and whoever offers the higher the price will be willing to give more yuan stones to Hanshanmen, and he will be qualified to participate in the fair.

Or...... In short, there are many ways to choose, but there has never been such a ridiculous situation as this time, and it is actually naked for everyone to kill each other.

Seeing the chaotic scene below, Wu Ziye looked as usual, and said with a flat expression: "If you fellow Daoists are dissatisfied with the conditions offered by our faction, you can quit, and my Hanshan Sect has no intention of forcing it." ”

As soon as these words came out, the clamor below calmed down, and the monks stood quietly aside, saying no more. In the end, except for a few who lacked confidence in their own cultivation, everyone else actually chose to remain silent.

Ye Feng naturally won't quit, seeing this scene, his heart can't help but move, how can a mere trade fair be so attractive, is there something else in it?

"Okay, since you fellow Daoists have chosen to stay, then come up and draw lots!"

Wu Ziye's face showed a hint of triumph, and he patted the storage bag, and a wooden box that had been prepared a long time ago was taken out by him.

I don't know what this box is made of, but it can actually shield the divine sense, so that it can prevent someone from cheating.

"Start with the zero-level god / 19181 / this fellow Daoist!"

Wu Ziye pointed to a monk with a scorched face in the front row, and the man walked up after a little hesitation.

I saw that as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, he took out a jade plaque from it, which was engraved with the word "five".

In this way, the monks stepped forward one by one...... A quarter of an hour later.

The monks were divided into three groups according to the number of the jade plaques in their hands, and Wu Ziye nodded with satisfaction: "Fellow Daoists, please come with me." ”

Out of the hall, I came to another stone room.

It's a little smaller, but there are three huge teleportation arrays in the middle.

Under Wu Ziye's order, the monks stood up, Ye Feng didn't squint, just looked at the people around him with his spare eyes, and in the whining sound, the teleportation array was running. [800

After a dazzling white light, everyone disappeared from the teleportation array without a trace...... The blue sky and white clouds, the grass is green, and the leaf wind looks at the scenery in front of him, which is also quite beautiful.

It seems to be a mountain leaf.

Ye Feng looked at the surrounding environment for a moment, and released his divine sense without saying a word, and within a radius of several miles, he did not feel the fluctuation of the aura.

Only then did he put his mind at ease and could sort out what happened today in his mind.

Although I had long expected that it would be quite difficult to participate in the trade fair of the Feather Stage Monks, I didn't expect that there was a secret hidden here.

But I don't want to investigate what it is, anyway, his goal is just 10,000 years of cold grass, the soldiers will block, and the water will cover it.

As for multiple people teleporting together, it's not surprising why there is only yourself in this vicinity, the immortal method is magical, as long as you make some changes to the teleportation array, it is easy to do this.

Several people will randomly appear in different locations in an area.

Huoyun fruit, Ye Feng is determined to get it.

There were seven cultivators in his group, and Ye Feng had already noticed it before teleporting, although three of them had reached the late stage of Nirvana, they were not a threat to themselves.

At the same time, he has the two major magic skills of correcting demons, and also has many treasures with extraordinary power, even if he is a master facing the False Dan realm, Ye Feng is sure to cut it under the sword.

It can be said that among so many monks, the only one who he can't see through and is quite afraid of is Shi Hanyan, and as for the others, they are not his opponents.

However, Shi Hanyan is in the other group, so naturally there is no need to worry about it.

Although he was full of confidence in himself, Ye Feng still carefully released his divine sense, anything could happen in the immortal cultivation world, since he was able to hide his cultivation, it was difficult to guarantee that other people would not pretend to be pigs and tigers here, in a word, there was nothing wrong with being careful.

What's more, the time is only three hours, even if he is the strongest, if the Huoyun Fruit is taken away by others, it will still be a bamboo basket in the end, and Ye Feng naturally does not want this situation to happen.

So he turned into a rainbow and flew into the sky, ready to search the vicinity for any fruit trees.

However, just after flying for a few miles, Ye Feng's face suddenly changed, and without saying a word, he patted the storage bag, and a light blue round shield was sacrificed by him.

Thorn ...... A bolt of azure lightning fell from the sky, striking the small shield that swirled and grew larger.

Ye Feng's face was gloomy like water, and as soon as he started, someone wanted to attack and kill him. Whoever it is, the mood can get better.

Heavenly Thunder.

High-level offensive technique, this technique can only be mastered by cultivators in the late stage of Nirvana, but I didn't expect that I had just made a move, and I met the enemy, and it was also a very strong one.

"Go to ......"

A glimmer of light spread in Ye Feng's hand. Slashed towards a boulder.

"Bang ......"

With a bang, the boths were made of rubble and scattered aside, and a thin man with a scorched face was the first monk to go up to draw lots, but don't look at this person's ugly appearance, inconspicuous, but his cultivation is quite extraordinary.

Fan Qing's face was full of unkindness, he originally wanted to wait here for the rabbit, and sure enough, it didn't take long for the prey to come, but first the lightning falling technique was blocked, and then even the transformation talisman he bought at a high price was actually recognized by the other party, how could he not be shocked and angry?

What's more, the other party is still a small, early stage cultivator of Nirvana.

"How can you see through my transformation, what is sealed inside is the spiritual magic performed by the powerhouse of the Feather Transformation Period.

"Transfiguration?"

Ye Feng's expression moved, the art of transformation is like this.

At that time, I thought that there were only three kinds of spells: primary, intermediate, and advanced, and only the monks of the Condensation Yuan and Secret Treasure periods used them.

But later, after Nirvana was successful, it is correct to say that after obtaining the jade cylinder of "Nine Heavens Xuangong", I realized that this understanding was fundamentally wrong.

As the simplest and most practical magical power for cultivators, spells are very convenient not only for attack but also for defense, because it does not need to use other media, but only needs to mobilize its own spiritual power to release it.

This path is broad and profound, how can it stop when it reaches the Nirvana period, not to mention the monks in the feather period, even those old monsters in the Nirvana period often use spells, as an important supplement to the magic weapon.

And Fan Qing used a spell called "Transformation Technique", this kind of advanced skill that can only be learned by masters in the feather period, and naturally only masters in the feather period can see through it, but this kid ...... A trace of murderous aura flashed on Ye Feng's face, and naturally he would not answer the other party's question, speaking of which, it was just a fluke just now.

I didn't expect anyone to have such a superb talisman!

Fortunately, his divine sense is far superior to that of a monk of the same level, and he can barely compare with the master in the early stage of feathering, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!

If you take a lightning blow without defense, even if you don't die, you will definitely be seriously injured.

"Boy, I don't want to say it, it's okay, if you meet uncle, even if your life is not good!"

Fan Qing's face showed a hint of hideousness, although Ye Feng's recognition of the transformation technique made him muttered a little in his heart, but after all, he was just a small Nirvana early stage cultivator, and it should be easy to destroy him with his supernatural powers.

Since the other party is here to participate in the trade fair, he must have a lot of property on his body, and if he kills him, he will be his own. Thinking of this, a trace of tyranny flashed on his face, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a silver flying sword.

The best spiritual weapon!

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a master in the late stage of Nirvana, and the treasures he has are quite extraordinary, and he is the best spiritual weapon as soon as he makes a move.

"Go!"

Fan Qing snorted softly in his mouth, and the flying sword suddenly turned into a ray of silver light, roaring towards Ye Feng.

In the face of the opponent's attack, Ye Feng did not have the slightest hint of panic on his face, and with a wave of his hand, a giant sword shadow seven meters long slashed towards Fan Qing.

However, a subtle sneer flashed on Fan Qing's face, and looking at Ye Feng's expression, it was like looking at a dead person.

In the blink of an eye, the silver mangs collided with the blood rays, but the two spiritual weapons did not collide violently, the flying sword struck, and the body twisted, and the sword-shaped phantom flashed like a living thing, and slashed towards Ye Feng. Those who fight for the first time know the magic weapon of their own magic. This is a psychic treasure, which contains the spirit of the demon beast, so after the sacrifice, it can act on its own, and it will dodge any defensive spiritual treasure, because it is caught off guard, and there are many monks who die under this treasure who are more advanced than their own cultivation, not to mention a rookie who doesn't know anything in front of him.

With a whoosh, he saw that the spirit sword was about to pierce Ye Feng's body, but suddenly a black mist poured out, enveloping the young man's figure.

"Huh?"

Fan Qing was a little surprised, this mist didn't seem to have a ghostly feeling, and before the thought was finished, the spirit sword had already flown in.

"What's the matter?"

Fan Qing scratched his scalp, trying to dodge his attack with a little trick, thinking that this spirit sword could be broken even if it was some simple prohibition.

A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly froze.

After the spirit sword flew into the black mist, it was like a muddy flow like a sea, without setting off a single wave, and gradually, a layer of fine sweat droplets appeared on Fan Qing's forehead, and there was a very bad feeling.

A hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, and then his hands changed spells one after another, but his expression became more and more ugly, and the connection between the spirit sword and his divine consciousness was actually severed.

How can it be?

The other party, obviously a kid in the early stage of Nirvana, how could he have such great power?

Fan Qing was anxious, but what happened in front of him made him unbelievable.

Or rather, a reluctance to believe.

Boom, the fog surged like to disperse on both sides, only to see Ye Feng standing there intact, next to him, there was a huge ghost hand several zhang long, which should be made of the fog, and the spirit sword was held in the palm of the hand by the strange hand.

The surface of the sword, from time to time, flashed blue arcs, beating incessantly, obviously trying to break free from the monster's grasp.

Ye Feng turned his head and glanced at it with a calm and calm look: "This sword is good, I want it." ”

Immediately, he stretched out his right hand, wrapped in a layer of pale cyan light, and grabbed the spirit sword, and the big hand conjured up by the mist also dissipated.

"Late Nirvana!?"

Fan Qing's face was full of horror, and he shouted angrily, impossible, he had obviously checked it with his spiritual eye technique, could it be that the other party actually had such a supernatural ability to hide his cultivation?

"Humph!"

A trace of disdain flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, the blue light in his hand was sheng, and the spirit sword was like a lightning strike, he stopped struggling, and was honestly held in his palm.

Fan Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling full of bitterness, he originally wanted to kill people and rob treasures, but how did he know that he had kicked the iron plate, this kid not only cultivated to the same realm as himself, but also practiced the top level exercises, weird and powerful.

I don't have a chance to win, and if I don't leave, I'm afraid I'll even give away my life!

Fan Qing glanced at Ye Feng resentfully, and then flipped his right hand, and a talisman was sacrificed.

With a "whew", the Fu Wufeng spontaneously combusted and exploded into a ball of fire, with a diameter of two or three meters, with an astonishing momentum, like Ye Feng smashed over on the head.

As for Fan Qing, he didn't stop, turned into a crimson light, and fled into the distance.

"Carving insect skills!"

Ye Feng's expression was indifferent, and then he waved the Ling Tian Sword, and the surface of the Ling Tian Sword had a blood-red light, which rose in the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a majestic dragon more than ten zhang long, swallowing the fireball.

Fan Qing in the retreat happened to glance back, and was frightened when he saw this scene, and his mana was full of power, and the retreat was as fast as thunder and lightning.

It's a pity that it's useless!

Ye Feng raised his hands and pointed out a spell with his thumb at the dragon above his head at the same time, and after the dragon circled in a circle, it quickly shrank and chased towards Fan Qing.

The speed is incredible, and almost in the blink of an eye, it has been shortened to a distance of only a hundred zhang.

Fan Qing was shocked, it was too late to dodge at this time, and his spiritual power surged, and a red shield wrapped him in it.

However, this was just a dying struggle, how could a mere spiritual power shield withstand Ling Tianjian's full blow, and with a bang, it turned into fragments and scattered, and he himself turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Looking at the falling corpse, a trace of coldness spread in Ye Feng's eyes, and the black mist swirled around his body. Then, with a grasp of the void in his right hand, a black ball of light appeared from the blood mist. Hold the black ball tightly in your hand.

For the enemy, Ye Feng will not show mercy to his subordinates, and if he is soft-hearted, he will be punished by God.

Directly stuff the spirit into the soul flag, for this treasure, this thing is a great supplement, devouring the spirit of the late stage of Nirvana, the ability of this soul flag will increase by a few points.

This was the first time that Ye Feng had done it with someone after the success of the late stage of the retreat and the impact of Nirvana, and it didn't take much trouble to kill the monks of the same level.

It seems that the two great magic skills of correcting the demon at the beginning were really the right choice, although it was a little bitter, but the reward was definitely worth it.

Holding the storage bag in his hand, Ye Feng's divine sense swept it slightly, there was nothing else in it, it was all Yuan Stone, and the number was not much, but only dozens.

But Ye Feng did not have a little disappointment on his face, but was overjoyed, for no other reason, these are all medium-grade Yuan Stones, according to the ratio of one for one hundred with the lower grade Yuan Stones, this harvest is really not small.

And the spirit sword, which is also a good spirit weapon.

After counting the loot, Ye Feng did not stop, and immediately flew into the distance.

...... At this moment, in other corners of the region, the bloody fighting continues.

But why are the monks so persistent in participating in a trade fair?

Ye Feng didn't know, at this time he finally found the Wood Spirit Tree.

A plant less than two meters tall, saying that it is a tree, is a bit too reluctant, sparsely on the branches and leaves, but there are more than a dozen fruits, the aura fluctuation of this thing is very weak, if it is not for Ye Feng's divine sense far beyond the same level of monks, it is really not easy to find it.

Ye Feng was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to go up to pick the Huoyun Fruit, but as if he suddenly felt something, his expression suddenly became stiff.

Two breaths are approaching here at great speed.

Needless to say, naturally it was the monks of the same group who found this place.

Ye Feng's expression was a little solemn, and the other party found that Huo Yunguo was only a little later than him, proving that his divine sense was not trivial, and he was a great enemy.

Although it didn't take much effort to destroy Fan Qing just now, and he was full of confidence in his own methods, he would not underestimate others. Otherwise, I don't know how I died.

The other party's speed was very fast, Ye Feng groaned slightly, and did not hide, with the other party's divine sense that could almost be compared to his own, unless he opened a hundred zhang, even if he used the concealment technique, he might find himself.

Since this is the case, then Ye Feng might as well take the initiative to attack and kill the other party. You can get the Fire Cloud Fruit.

And if you really leave so far, wouldn't the other party regret picking the Huoyun Fruit away?

Being cautious does not mean being cowardly and fearful, Ye Feng decided to defeat the other party in a dignified manner.

As soon as this thought was finished, the three rays of light had already flown over, one black, one white and one blue, the colors were completely opposite, but the spiritual power fluctuations were quite similar, and the sense was not weaker than his own aura, Ye Feng's face couldn't help but change.

"Hey, there's another kid here?"

Guanghua circled in mid-air before falling to the ground, and three people emerged from it.

"Is that them?"

Although he had already guessed it, once it was confirmed, Ye Feng still smiled bitterly in his heart. As soon as he came out, he was attacked and killed, and he met three monks whose cultivation was not much different from himself. This luck really hurts.