"Okay, you can go, don't think about some things that you don't have, in a few days, it's your fight with Deng Rong, let's prepare." Qu Bingling said lightly.

"Uh, it's ......" Qin Feng nodded, still a little unable to come back to his senses.

"According to the information I have gotten, Deng Rong has used a lot of foreign mysterious medicines, and now it is estimated that the foundation has been built, and you must not underestimate the enemy." Qu Bing Lingdao.

Successful foundation building?

Qin Feng frowned, with his spiritual power concentration and physical strength, he was confident that he would deal with an ordinary foundation building late stage cultivator.

But if the foundation is perfected, then he is already a master close to the Jindan realm.

"I understand, thank you for telling me." After Qin Feng finished speaking, he turned around and left.

He found a cave deep in the mountains and laid out a formation.

After a moment's hesitation, he took out the spirit stone that he had never been willing to use.

The spirit stones in that box of Sumeru rings are priceless in this era.

The spirit stone is born with the spirit vein, and in today's world, the spirit vein is depleted, and the spirit stone is an extremely rare thing.

Therefore, Qin Feng has always been reluctant to use it, but now that the competition is approaching, he can't take care of it so much.

Qin Feng took out nine spirit stones at one time, and inlaid them on the formation painfully.

Immediately, he sat cross-legged in the center of the formation and began to cultivate.

Three days later, Qin Feng, who was cultivating, suddenly shook his whole body, and a terrifying spiritual power storm exploded in the cave.

At the same time, the nine spirit stones embedded in the formation all turned into powder.

Qin Feng let out a low roar, and bursts of thunderstorm sound sounded in his body.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and the light in them flickered.

"I've practiced qi at the ninth level, although I haven't reached the realm of perfection, but there should be no problem in dealing with Deng Rong." Qin Feng said to himself.

……

The imperial capital, the Deng family.

The old man of the Deng family sat on the Taishi chair with a hookah in his mouth.

In front of the old man, his seven sons and more than a dozen grandsons all stood aside with their heads bowed, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

At this moment, Deng Rong walked in and saluted respectfully: "Grandpa, I'm here." ”

"Tomorrow, you are 100% sure of the fight with that Qin Feng?" The old man of the Deng family spoke, his voice was hoarse and low, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Yes." Deng Rong said proudly, he is now a complete foundation, not counting the old guys in the Jindan Realm of the major hidden gates, the younger generation, he is already a first-class master.

"It's good to have, because of your identity, you can only win and not lose, if you lose, my Deng family's loss will be great." The old man said lightly.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will kill that Qin Feng, like killing a chicken and slaughtering a dog." Deng Rongdao.

"Okay, when you return victorious, the purple clay pot of the Chunju real person will be given to you." The old man said.

Deng Rong was overjoyed when he heard this, and thanked the old man at the moment.

And the rest of the grandchildren of the Deng family all showed jealousy.

That set of purple clay pots in Chunju is really the meat of the old man's heart, and it is of great significance to take it out as a reward.

The next day, Jincheng martial arts field, monks from all over the country, have sent people to come.

This competition between Deng Rong and Qin Feng has a relatively large influence.

Deng Rong is young, and he has already built a complete foundation, far surpassing his peers, and even the older generation has cultivated for a lifetime, but they are only in the early and middle stages of foundation building.

And Qin Feng, as the youngest Supreme Honorary Elder of the Medicine King Sect, is also in the spotlight.

Now that the periphery has opened bets, if you bet on Qin Feng to win, it will be a loss of twenty.

In other words, almost no one is optimistic about Qin Feng.

"This is a fighting method, not a fighting pill, I think that if Qin Feng can win, there must be something wrong with his brain." One of the largest peripheral casinos, a monk did not hesitate to bet on Deng Rong to win.

In his opinion, although the bet on Deng Rong to win, it is only a loss of one and two, but it is a sure profit.

"I'll give a billion and bet on Qin Feng." At this moment, a cold female voice sounded.