Chapter Eighty-Eight: Han Daoling felt that he could do it again

(The third change, the ticket ticket o( ̄ヘ ̄o#))

Chaotian Palace.

Tuoba closed his eyes without looking, and then opened them.

"I've already contacted Zhan Ta Ling...... Tuoba Wuxiang said in a solemn tone, paused slightly, his eyes swept slowly, and suddenly the heart of the elder was raised, and his face was solemn: "Chen Feng challenged the tenth place on the strongest forging body list...... Failed......"

As if it were the final announcement.

Many elders' hearts sank, and their expressions flashed gloomy.

"Sect Master, I still insist on my opinion and remake the decision." Elder Lin said in a deep voice.

The elders who had originally held opposing views did not speak out against Elder Lin's words now.

Without him!

Just because of Chen Feng's performance, it is good enough.

With the cultivation of the limit of the twelve transformations of the forging body, he was able to cross the strongest forging body list in the history of the Mixed Heaven Sect, and even the thirteen transformations of the forging body were defeated one by one, and in the end he was only defeated by the subordinates of the True Supreme Forging Body Realm who mastered the power of the Mandate of Heaven.

If...... Chen Feng's cultivation is also the thirteen changes of forging body?

Will the outcome be reversed?

Such ability, it is not too much to call it an anti-heaven mortal body, and it is completely worth giving it away.

For a moment, all the elders were silent.

Who is calling the Chaotian Sect's current situation, it is indeed very bad.

Otherwise, as long as it can be better, where is there such a need to hesitate.

"It's a pity, if that holy medicine in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm can be brought back, where is there such a difficulty." An elder lamented.

They didn't know that the elixir had really been brought back.

It's just that Chen Feng handed it over to Wang Yuandao.

Wang Yuandao is refining and absorbing that holy medicine, repairing the wounds of his own Dao Foundation, and indirectly prolonging his longevity by the way, and impacting the Dao realm again.

Tuoba Wuxiang closed his eyes again, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the handle of the chair.

Bewilderment!

He was in a quandary.

Although he had made a decision to give priority to Han Daoling, the ability displayed by Chen Feng was really amazing, making it difficult for him to choose.

"Why didn't you beat the tenth place in the list of the strongest forging bodies......"

Tuoba has no phase and is in the dark.

If Chen Feng defeated the tenth place on the strongest forging list and replaced him, then he would not be so embarrassed.

At least it is completely biased towards Chen Feng.

But Tuoba Wuxiang actually knows very well that it is impossible.

It is difficult for a forging body to achieve the Twelve Transformation Limit Cultivation to defeat the True Supreme Forging Body Realm that has mastered the power of the Heavenly Mandate, even if it is an ancient demon who claims to have mastered the supreme divine supernatural, it is difficult to do it.

After all, those who can stimulate the human body to secretly grasp the power of destiny are often extremely talented.

"I decided to ......"

Tuoba Wuxiang finally opened his eyes, and all the elders stared at him, waiting for his final announcement.

"Leave it to Chen Feng and Han Daoling to choose."

When the elders heard this, they were stunned, revealing puzzlement and surprise.

"Xuan Chen Feng and Han Daoling are here to mix with the Heavenly Palace." Tuoba Wuxiang didn't explain much, but said.

Han Daoling himself belonged to the disciples of the Mixed Heaven Palace, so after getting the news, he arrived quickly, and Chen Feng also arrived in just half an hour.

"Han Daoling, Chen Feng." Tuoba Wuxiang stared at the two of them: "The two of you, one has a demigod-level supernatural and can transform into a real god-level supernatural, and the other does not have a supernatural supernatural, but can be called an anti-heavenly mortal body. ”

"In the ...... of the past"

Tuoba Wuxiang did not hide it, but directly explained the current problems and predicaments.

"Master, give me the opportunity first, as long as my Yuan Ling Dao body transforms into a god-level divine supernatural, I will be ten percent sure that I will break the limit, forge the foundation of the supreme forging body, and even stimulate the secret treasure to master the power of the mandate of heaven." As soon as Tuoba Wuxiang finished speaking, Han Daoling couldn't wait to say to Tuoba Wuxiang.

When Elder Yigan heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Since the sect master asked the two of us to come, there must be a solution."

Chen Feng also wanted this opportunity and wanted to win it, but he was not like Han Daoling.

Fight should be fought, but we must also see clearly and clearly, targeted fighting, blind fighting, in the end not only a blank battle, but even lose everything.

"Not bad." Tuoba nodded approvingly: "By letting the two of you come, this choice is left to you, and whoever can get this opportunity depends on your luck." ”

Immediately, I saw that between Tuoba Wuxiang waving his hand, a stick holder appeared, and the stick holder was black throughout, including nine iron sticks that were also jet black, the same size, width, and thickness.

"This thing is called the spirit luck stick, it is a strange artifact from the ancient era that I got in my early years, the nine spirit sticks are all the same in appearance, color and size, but there are grades, the lowest is the inferior spirit soldier, the highest is the god spirit soldier, but when placed in the sign holder, even I can't see the difference." Tuoba said without hesitation, and placed the spirit luck sign in front of Chen Feng and Han Daoling.

"Each of you draws a spirit lot, and in the end, you win or lose based on the grade of the spirit lot drawn."

"The winner can get the opportunity to help the sect this time, and the loser can only wait for the next opportunity."

For a while, Chen Feng and Han Daoling's faces were solemn.

"Senior Brother Chen Feng, as a senior brother, it is better for you to come first and set an example." Han Daoling suddenly smiled at Chen Feng and said.

Chen Feng did not refuse.

Because, whether it is one step earlier or one step later, it is necessary to draw lots, since you can't see any details, you can only rely on luck, then draw.

Reaching out and grabbing it, Chen Feng grabbed one of the spirit sticks without the slightest hesitation and pulled it out.

When the spirit lottery completely broke away from the lottery holder, a powerful aura suddenly diffused from the spirit lottery.

"Wang Pin Spirit Soldier!"

An elder whispered.

Han Daoling's face froze, and the pressure suddenly increased greatly.

Unless, you can draw the Imperial Spirit Soldier Spirit Lottery or even the Divine Spirit Soldier Spirit Lottery, otherwise, you will definitely lose.

However, six of the eight spiritual lotions are inferior to Wang Pin.

Taking a deep breath, Han Daoling didn't make a move immediately, but observed carefully, over and over again, as if he wanted to see some tricks, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

But as it turned out, nothing could be seen.

In the end, Han Daoling could only choose one of them, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled it out, with more sweat on his forehead.

"Imperial Spirit Soldier!"

An elder exclaimed.

"Haha, Imperial Lottery, I won the Imperial Spiritual Soldier Spirit Lottery, and my luck is really the strongest."

Han Daoling suddenly burst out laughing, he was extremely excited, and raised the Imperial Spirit Soldier-level Spirit Tag in his hand, and said to Chen Feng triumphantly.

"Senior Brother Chen Feng, it seems that this time I won, the opportunity is mine, it won't be long before I can successfully transform the Yuan Spirit Dao Body into a god level, and then break through to the Thirteen Transformations of the Forging Body, when the time comes, you will call me Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother Han, it's too early to say." Chen Feng responded without hesitation, although a little loss rose irrepressibly in his heart, he quickly suppressed it and relieved it.

Even if you don't get the opportunity to get the help of the sect this time?

Do you have to be helped by the sect to break through?

Not necessarily!

Chen Feng was not hit at all.

"Chen Feng, this opportunity was obtained by Han Daoling, but you don't have to be discouraged, the sect will do its best to help you." Tuoba Wuxiang put away the spiritual luck sign and said to Chen Feng in a condensed voice.

"Thank you, Sect Master." Chen Feng responded with a salute.

Although it is not necessary to rely on the sect, if you can rely on it, it is not impossible.

The elders felt very sorry.

But in fact, no matter who wins the draw, they will feel regretful, after all, it is difficult to choose.

After all, the Chaotian Sect is indeed in decline now, it is undeniable.

If it is replaced by the three holy places, where is it necessary to be so difficult, unless it is to support more than ten people at a time.

"Disciple takes his leave." After Chen Feng saluted, he turned around to quit the Chaotian Sect and leave.

Han Daoling's face was full of undisguised smugness and smile.

Sudden change!

Only a sword roar could be heard, as if it sounded from the boundless heavens, and the vibrating void resounded through the heavens and the earth, melodious and peerless.