Lingniao Zhenren glanced sideways at Tiangu Zhenren on the judges' seat, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was dissatisfied.

She paused, turned around and shook the dust at the generation of disciples on the Guanyun Platform, and said coldly: "Don't be stunned, let's start quickly!"

After saying that, the figure flashed and sat in the stands.

The twelve special seats were all filled, and the fifty first-generation disciples in the center of the Guanyun Platform took out a gilded gong from their respective storage rings.

Qiang ——!!!

The gong sounded, and the outer door martial arts competition officially kicked off!

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Walking on the way down the mountain, Ye Feng still had a feeling of dreaming in his heart. Because he didn't expect that his first battle would go so smoothly, and he really won the enemy with only one move.

"It seems that Zhang Dachuan's dead fat man, this time he has made a lot of efforts, and the opponent's strength is really not good!"

Ye Feng sighed at the toad ingots in the Phantom Star Bead, and attributed all the credit to Zhang Dachuan's body, without thinking deeply.

The first battle was successful, Zhang Dachuan and Zhao Chenrui did play a great role, but in the final analysis, it was inseparable from Ye Feng's own strength.

There are more than 15,000 disciples from the outer sect of Jiuzhou Island, and most of them are low-qualified pawns who have been in the sect for more than two years and eat and drink all day long.

There are really very few new disciples like Ye Feng who have just entered the door.

This kind of thing happened, not because those juniors who built the foundation realm did not want to forge ahead, but because the heaven and earth aura and great blessing opportunities in the entire Dongliu Continent were getting fewer and fewer.

This situation was not obvious thousands of years ago, and it did not attract the attention of the monks, but in the last few hundred years, those old guys of the four major sects who were hidden in the city suddenly found that the spiritual eyes of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the probability of Hong Fu coming into the world became more and more rare, and it can be said that every other day, it will shrink a lot.

As for the reason for this, the four major sects also sent people to check around, but they didn't find any clues, so they could only resign themselves to fate.

Although the lack of aura has led to fewer and fewer follow-up newcomers, in recent years, there have been many talented juniors.

The Green Dragon Spiritual Sense, the White Tiger Spiritual Sense, the Vermilion Bird Spiritual Sense, and the Xuanwu Physique were all born one after another. Although nine out of ten of these juniors are in the Great Song Dynasty, they still give some comfort to the old guys who have seen through the way of heaven.

Although Ye Feng's qualifications are not outstanding, but the tenacity and cultivation attitude of the young man are absolutely not to say, diligence can make up for clumsiness, and stupid birds fly first, although this kind of words are not good, it does not mean that it is ineffective.

What's more, Ye Feng's qualifications are mediocre, but after all, he has two anti-heaven powers, although he has only exerted his strength now, but among the monks of the same realm, he can indeed be regarded as superior.

But then again, today's 3,000-person fight, at least 500 duels, are all a set victory, it is easy to understand that this kind of thing will happen, one is the difference in exercises, the second is the gap in cultivation, and the third is the basic skills.

And this also made Ye Feng's battle, in the eyes of the audience, a little ordinary, and it did not leave a deep impression on them.

However, this also happened to be in line with Ye Feng's intentions, because he has always liked to be low-key and unwilling to be public, if it really attracts too many people's attention, it will bring him a lot of inconvenience.

"You can talk as much as you like, but I just want to play my own and be my own, please don't worry about me..."

This is Ye Feng's heart's words, and it is also his wish, but after all, it can only be regarded as a wish.

Time passed day by day, and the outer gate martial arts competition was in full swing as usual.

Ye Feng's battle was also very smooth, the first five battles were all one-trick to defeat the enemy, and he cultivated to the highest opponent, he was the peak of Xuanzhao Realm, and he did not encounter the old fritter of the Second Realm.

However, no matter what, Ye Feng could be regarded as one of the remaining hundred disciples, which also made him gradually emerge among the outer disciples.

Ye Feng, who was among the top 100, naturally attracted the attention of the Spirit Bird Real Man and the Derivation Dao Man.

These two are Ye Feng's old acquaintances, and they are not very optimistic about Ye Feng's potential qualifications, no one expected that Ye Feng has fought five times in a row, and all of them are one-trick enemies.

Especially the spirit bird real person, in her eyes, Ye Feng's qualifications are barely a middle and lower reach, compared with her newly accepted personal disciple, Su Qinghua, she is not worthy of lifting shoes, how can she have such an outstanding record?

After carefully checking the people who were fighting against Ye Feng, the spirit bird real person suddenly realized, and secretly said that this Ye Feng was just lucky, and he had never met any powerful opponents, otherwise he was afraid that he would have already returned to his residence and wept bitterly.

As for Ye Feng himself, from the second day of the conference, he changed his strategy, unless it was time for him to compete, he would not go to Guanyuntai at all to watch the confrontation of those who couldn't even name them.

Because he has a sparring partner, Wang Zhiting.

It was Ye Feng who Wang Zhiting took the initiative to find, he asked Ye Feng to wait for him in Juling Valley after the competition, and when he finished his fight, he would come to Juling Valley to find Ye Feng to compare.

Regarding Wang Rank Pavilion's proposal, Ye Feng readily agreed, after all, no matter how powerful the Five Tigers and Three Masters who also advanced smoothly were, they were not as powerful as Wang Rank Pavilion, right?

With such a person as a sparring partner, why shouldn't Ye Feng improve?

However, Wang Yuting made a condition.

He took the strip of black cloth that Ye Feng used to wrap Xuan Jiao around.

After the two got acquainted, Wang Yuting told Ye Feng some things about Taoist cultivation and weapons, which made Ye Feng ashamed.

Taoist cultivation, Xuan Zhao Three Realms, can fly with a sword. After the four realms, you can take things from the air, such as catching people in the air. The five realms can learn the magic, which is as blue as water into ice, and it will burn when touched. The Six Realms and then the First Inner Dan, until the Seven Realms Golden Pill.

These general distinctions were told to Wang Zhiting by Mu Jian Zhenren, and after that, he didn't know.

The weapons of the monks of Xuanzhao Realm have been out of the category of Jianghu people, and the so-called "Great Song Dynasty Divine Soldier Spectrum" is basically impossible to count, just like Ye Feng's sixth-ranked Xuanjiao, in the final analysis, it is more of a comfort in the heart, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is gold and jade.

Because after the four realms, if you have the ability, you can go to some ancient secret realms together and find the "sword spirit" and "instrument spirit" from it. Surrender the sword spirit and seal it in the sword, that is the real divine weapon.

Therefore, in the eyes of the martial artists who built the foundation realm or the monks who had just entered Xuanzhao, Ye Feng's "Xuanjiao" was still a treasure, but in the eyes of those who went up to the four realms of Xuanzhao, it was no different from scrap iron.

That's it, Ye Feng's current strength, there is no need to wrap the "black cloth belt" around the "Xuanjiao" anymore.

This class made Ye Feng a little crying and laughing, and said secretly, no wonder Zhuo Qi generously gave Xuanjiao to himself at the beginning, and the feeling was that people didn't treat it as a thing at all.

However, what made Ye Feng feel better was that the black cloth belt given by the sloppy beggar was indeed a good thing to isolate the breath, so it attracted the concern of the wolf of Wang Rank Pavilion.

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Today, as usual, Ye Feng went to Juling Valley after washing up early, found the Wang Rank Pavilion and made a few moves, and then the two of them went out of the valley from different roads and ran to Guanyuntai.

Going their separate ways was Ye Feng's proposal, because Wang Yuting's reputation in the outer gate was too great, and Ye Feng didn't want too many people to know his relationship with him, otherwise he would definitely attract a lot of strange eyes and bring a lot of inconvenience to himself.

After walking quickly with his true qi for more than half an hour, Ye Feng climbed onto the cloud viewing platform in sweat.

Seeing that the twelve seats on the east side of the audience were still empty, Ye Feng's heart relaxed, and he secretly said, "Fortunately, it's not late", and went straight to his seat.

"Hey, boy, you're Ye Feng?"

With the voice of a frivolous man, three outer disciples in white shirts swaggered to Ye Feng.

"Looking for me?"

Ye Feng looked puzzled and looked at the person who came.

These three people look two or three years older than Ye Feng, and the person at the head is shorter, fair-looking, and has the temperament of a rich son.

The other two were a little mediocre, but they were all the same as the little man, and they all looked at Ye Feng with a sneer.

"Well, something!"

The little man replied with a shrug of his eyelids, and glanced back at his two companions.

Seeing this, the two hurriedly ran to Ye Feng and picked up a disciple who was sitting next to Ye Feng.

"Get up, get up, go, go! I don't have any eyesight, don't you know how to give up my seat to the third master?"

One of them angrily scolded the disciple next door, raised his hand and pushed him to the ground.

The disciple next to him was reddened by humiliation, and his heart was angry, and he glanced at the little man a little timidly, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to fight back.

He stood for a moment, quietly glanced around, and saw that few people saw that he was ugly, so he lowered his head and left here without saying a word, and before leaving, he glanced at Ye Feng sympathetically.

Ye Feng frowned, glanced at the little man sitting beside him, and then looked at the two followers who were blocking in front of him, and said to the little man: "If you have something to say, say it directly!"

"Oops~"

The little man lazily stretched his waist, cocked Erlang's legs, and turned his arms on his knees, he leaned over and looked sideways at Ye Feng, "Hey, kid, my name is Xiao Ran, the three tigers of the five tigers in the outer gate!"

Xiao Ran's words were said with a smile, but there was undisguised contempt in his eyes, and the two followers also subconsciously hugged their arms, straightened their waists, raised their heads proudly, and slanted at Ye Feng with the corners of their eyes.

"Oh..."

Ye Feng pretended to respond suddenly, and asked Xiao Ran in confusion: "Then what? Then what are you looking for me?"

"Happy!"

Xiao Ran snapped his fingers, smacked his mouth, and his expression was quite solemn, "Oops... Ye Feng, you are very powerful, you have won five battles in a row, and you have become famous!"

Ye Feng didn't say anything, he looked at Xiao Ran with a smile, he really couldn't arouse his interest, and he was arguing back and forth with this kind of gentleman.

Seeing that Ye Feng refused to take the conversation, Xiao Ran was not angry.

He pondered for a moment and sighed with a smile: "Yes?...! I don't know how you let those little stalls make your odds so mysterious, but I'm going to tell you, your good days are over!"