Chapter 48, is it really a soft persimmon?

The competition between Ling Feng and Chen Li was not as people thought at the beginning, Ling Feng was subdued by Chen Li's move, but after many moves with each other, Ling Feng took the initiative to admit defeat before it was over, basically no one laughed at him for Ling Feng's admission of defeat, after all, where is Ling Feng's cultivation, that is an indisputable fact, and there are many people who think that the reason why Ling Feng can have the opportunity to admit defeat by himself is that Chen Li released the water, and he didn't want Ling Feng to lose too ugly, after all, the relationship between the two is very good in the eyes of outsiders.

Of course, only Chen Li herself knows whether to release the water or not, Ling Feng gave her the feeling of being like a wild demon beast, and he felt struggling with the ** power of her divine general cultivation, and finally had to take out her spiritual weapon, and there were several times when she couldn't help but use combat skills, but she didn't expect him to admit defeat in the end.

Chen Li had a feeling that Ling Feng's strength would definitely surprise her, she felt that if she and Ling Feng let go of their hands to fight themselves, they might not be able to win her, this feeling was very strange, and it unconsciously appeared in her heart after she fought against Ling Feng.

"Hehe, nerd, you are smart and know how to admit defeat, my sister is amazing, otherwise you will suffer some of them. As soon as Ling Feng got off the battlefield and came to the rest area, Qiao'er rushed up to Ling Feng and said.

"Hehe, yes, thank you!" Of course, Ling Feng knew that Qiao'er was comforting himself in disguise, so he thanked Qiao'er with a smile, and Qiao'er also showed a smile after seeing his expression.

"Ling Feng, don't worry too much, your cultivation as a priest is too far from Senior Sister Chen's cultivation, it's already good that you can fight with Senior Sister Chen for a while with your current cultivation. Yao Jin also came over to comfort Ling Feng and said, he was afraid that Ling Feng would be too persistent about the outcome of this battle.

"Hehe, thank you, Senior Brother Yao, I'm fine, don't worry. Ling Feng looked at Yao Jin with a sunny smile and said to Yao Jin, he knew that they all really cared about him, so they all smiled and thanked him.

"Hmm" After Yao Jin saw Ling Feng's smile and heard his words, he knew that Ling Feng really didn't care, and nodded with satisfaction.

Chen Li also got off the battle platform and came to the rest area at this time, she looked at Ling Feng deeply, the feeling in her heart made her unconsciously want to see Ling Feng clearly, Ling Feng felt Chen Li's gaze, looked at her and smiled, Chen Li also looked at Ling Feng and smiled, and then buried the strange feeling in her heart in her heart, and then looked at the battle platform.

The competition on the stage was going on one by one, and finally the first competition was finally completed, Ling Feng naturally fell into the group of 50 people who lost because he and Chen Li tried to admit defeat, of course, they still have a chance, that is, to challenge the people among the fifty people who won, if they win, they can replace them.

I have to say that Liu Shirong's strength is really a bit strong, he won the game and belonged to the group of fifty people who won, and Ling Feng also saw that competition, Liu Shirong is not only strong in cultivation, but also very powerful in the use of combat skills, his opponent was bombarded in the chest by his combat skills and flew out of the battle platform, and now the person is still languishing, it seems that he has suffered a lot of injuries, and his subsequent battle seems to be difficult.

Where did Liu Shirong stand looking at Ling Feng with a victor's face, his eyes were full of disdain and provocation, he looked down on Ling Feng's admission of defeat very much, thinking that it was a coward's behavior, which made him feel disgusted, of course, he forgot the cultivation gap between the two.

Ling Feng looked at him as if he hadn't seen it, he didn't have anything to say about Liu Shirong, since he met him, he had been looking for his own trouble, and he was assassinated by a studio killer It is basically certain that he made a ghost, for such a person, he has no good temper, if he dares to provoke him, he doesn't mind abolishing him, although he has a great master, but Ling Feng didn't care about this, the way of cultivation is originally to do everything as he wants, Ling Feng will not lose his Dao heart because of this.

Ling Feng's ignorance made Liu Shirong very unhappy, and he had already put Ling Feng on the blacklist of mortal death in his heart.

After the two groups are separated, it is the challenge, according to the rules, it is a voluntary challenge, and then finally sorted according to the points obtained, the only rule is that the group that won the previous game cannot challenge the group that loses.

Ling Feng didn't want to do it anymore after entering the top hundred, because according to what Qiao'er said, it seemed to be the top hundred, and he was satisfied, he didn't want to expose his strength for the sake of that false name, because he felt that it was best for others not to fully understand his strength, and it was always right to leave some hole cards for himself, although the higher the ranking, the better the treatment of the sect, but Ling Feng thought that it was not worth it for a few pills, and he himself still had a thousand years of stone milk, he hadn't used it since the last time, and he didn't lack resources in this area for the time being。

Of course, as the lowest cultivation of him, he doesn't want to find someone to fight again, it doesn't mean that others won't look for him, after all, his strength is the lowest among all people, so many people have set their eyes on him, in their eyes, Ling Feng is their source of points, and at the same time, there is also the disciple who was injured by Liu Shirong, when people's eyes turned to him, his face couldn't help but turn pale, and at the same time, he greeted Liu Shirong's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Sometimes the more you don't want to do something, the more things come, Ling Feng is like this, he didn't plan to make a move, but others didn't let him go, no, he only fought a dozen times in total, he went on five times, and they were all challenged by others, and the other times were mostly the injured person who was challenged, and the injured person simply admitted defeat every time he didn't get on the battlefield.

The people who challenged Ling Feng were all disciples of the early stage of the divine master, every time Ling Feng in order not to let himself be too recruited, every time he fought the battle very hard, although he won in the end, but it was a "narrow victory", every time he was beaten, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, but Ling Feng didn't know that he was doing this to recruit others more, in their eyes Ling Feng was like a little strong, but because Ling Feng was too realistic, people felt that the opportunity had come, no, someone proposed to challenge him.

"Under Li Xin, please advise my senior brother. A young man dressed in the costume of a disciple of the inner sect of the sect said to Ling Feng, his cultivation was the peak of the early stage of the Divine Master.

"Damn, if Lao Tzu is a soft persimmon, can anyone pinch it?" Ling Feng felt impatient, he was always challenged as a soft persimmon, this feeling was very unpleasant, even with his temper, he couldn't help but whisper a little angrily.

Ling Feng came to the battle platform and looked at the inner disciple named Li Xin, and made a decision in his heart, he wanted to kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey, so as not to pinch him from anyone, which made him very unhappy, there is no doubt that this Li Xin in front of him is the "chicken".

"Senior brother, please advise!" Li Xin saluted towards Ling Feng, then took out a cyan long sword, and at the same time mobilized the spiritual power in his body, the cyan long sword emitted an inch of cyan sword light.

Although Ling Feng was a little angry with Li Xin, he still gave a battle salute back, and then looked at Li Xin who was standing with a sword.

"Ah, Tiemu Chop!" Then Li Xin took the lead in moving towards Ling Feng, and as soon as he came up, he used the combat technique, he was a wood attribute, and the combat skill he used was of course a wood attribute, when the combat skill was swung out, it gave people a sense of grass and trees, but there was a sense of danger in it.

Ling Feng looked at the cyan long sword that was slashing towards him, then moved under his feet, and used a floating light to flash to the side, dodging Li Xin's rather powerful sword, and then blasted it with a punch.

"Deadwood Fist" Ling Feng blasted out with a punch, and used the combat technique Deadwood Fist, this Deadwood Fist is his usual combat skill, and it has been used by him to the point of pure green fire, and the thick wood attribute emanates from the fist.

"Bell~"

Ling Feng punched the sword of the cyan long sword in Li Xin's hand, and suddenly made a crisp sound, and at the same time, Li Xin felt a huge force coming from the long sword in his hand, constantly vibrating, and involuntarily let go, the cyan long sword in his hand flew out and inserted on the side of the battle platform, and then Li Xin felt a gust of wind blowing over his face, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a fist stop less than five inches in front of him, which made him break into a cold sweat, if it was in battle, his head was afraid that it would be torn apart like a watermelon that was thrown from the first floor。