"What?"

Ye Feng was stunned, reacted, and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Can you let me enter the Three Realms quickly?"

"Can't..."

Zhao Chenrui shook his head.

"Sick..."

Ye Feng really couldn't help it.

"Hahaha~"

Zhao Chenrui smiled heartily, coughed a few times, and waved his hand: "Ahem... Although I can't let your cultivation skyrocket, I can let you enter the inner door!"

"I beg you to finish it all at once..."

Ye Feng finally admitted defeat.

Zhao Chenrui's expression was calm, he pressed his hand, and motioned Ye Feng to be calm and not to be impatient, he contemplated for a moment and explained:

"At most half a month, the Sect Elders will make a special trip to hold a competition for the outer disciples, as long as you can successfully enter the top three, I can find a way to transfer you to the inner gate... You don't have to be too stressed! There are more than 10,000 disciples in the outer sect, and there are only 3,000 people who can have the opportunity to participate, and I will let Zhang Dachuan pave the road ahead for you, you need to be careful, there are only nine people!"

"Five tigers, three heroes and one idiot?"

Ye Feng twisted his eyebrows and asked.

"Hmm!"

Zhao Chenrui nodded.

"I can't beat Wang Zhiting! he's too strong!"

Ye Feng didn't even think about it.

Zhao Chenrui was stunned, blinked and glanced at Ye Feng twice, and nodded suddenly, "Well, it seems that you and Wang Yuting really have some personal relationships, but it doesn't matter, you can get the top three, besides, it's better to be confident!"

"Thanks for the reminder..."

Ye Feng arched his hand, raised his eyes and swept the grass house, turned back to him and asked, "What about after entering the inner door?"

"I'll talk about it then, and I'm not in a hurry to tell you now..."

Zhao Chenrui smiled and shook his head.

"Farewell!"

Ye Feng clasped his hands together, made a gesture of thanks, shook off a sentence without being salty, and got up and walked out of the grass hut.

"Come on! I'm optimistic about you!"

Zhao Chenrui shouted at Ye Feng's back.

"Snort~"

The corners of the young man's mouth hooked up a smile, and he suddenly remembered the conversation when he said goodbye to Leng Nuan.

He paused, turned his head sideways to Zhang Dachuan, who was looking at the wind outside the door, shook the sentence "He let you in", and walked towards Qingcheng Mountain.

Half a decade later, Ye Feng and Wang Zhiting hid in a remote corner of Juling Valley, eating two roast chickens stolen from the outer kitchen with relish.

"Hiccup~"

Ye Feng burped contentedly, leaned back, lay on the meadow, closed his eyes, the summer breeze was blowing wantonly on his body, and the young man was very comfortable in his heart.

However, this calm did not last long, and Ye Feng's brows furrowed again.

Early this morning, a notice was suddenly posted on the bulletin board in front of the deacon hall at the outer gate.

It is written on it that due to the small number of outer disciples entering the inner door this year, the sect arranged a competition for the outer disciples three days later, and also prepared very rich rewards for the top three in the competition, a total of 600,000 sect contributions.

What does it mean to contribute 600,000 sects?

It is equivalent to one hundred and twenty Tianjing stones, or the same number of mixed element liquids.

If he can really enter the top three and get a part of the reward, plus Ye Feng's existing Tianjing Stone, he may be able to rush to the Xuanzhao Three Realms in one fell swoop and enter the inner gate.

In addition, the notice also stated that the outer gate martial arts competition was carried out in batches, because many disciples were also performing missions in other states and counties, and this time the quota was only 3,000 people, and it would be held every year after that to ensure that everyone had a chance to compete for the reward.

Although he didn't know how Zhao Chenrui squeezed himself into these three thousand people, Ye Feng was really not happy at all.

Because among the outer disciples, the nine most famous people are all in this batch of competition lists, and none of them are left behind, and the one with the lowest cultivation is also in the early stage of the second realm of Xuanzhao, while Ye Feng is only in the middle of the first realm.

"It's a tough road..."

The boy sighed bitterly.

Wang Yuting still had a cold face, and the reverberating spirit bird cries in the valley couldn't make his expression relaxed.

Wang Yuting took off the iron bar around his waist, dug a pit in the ground, and buried the leftover chicken bones in it.

He suddenly turned his head and said to Ye Feng expressionlessly: "If you meet me first, I will let you, don't have pressure....."

Because he grew up smoking wolf milk since he was a child, Wang Weiting really can't speak, and he doesn't know how to express his emotions, he can only insist, only do, not speak.

After coming to Jiuzhou Island for three years, Wang Yuting had no friends, and he was always alone, like a lone wolf in the mountains.

Some people deliberately approach him, most of them have some plans, Wang Tingting doesn't like to talk, but he is not stupid, he is too lazy to be with this kind of person, and some people are always submissive when they see him, nodding their heads, so they are even more lazy to take care of him.

Ye Feng's appearance really made Wang Yuting's eyes shine, maybe this word is not very appropriate, but it is indeed very appropriate.

Ye Feng's intuition is very accurate, and Wang Yiting's sense of smell is also very strong.

Therefore, from the first meeting between the two, Wang Yuting knew that Ye Feng and himself were the same kind of people.

Both of them have their own insistence and have the same preferences, and even sometimes, Wang Yiting will smell some familiar animal smells on Ye Feng's body.

There are wolves, tigers, foxes, poisonous snakes, and pigs.....

Wang Yiting didn't know why there were so many animal smells on people's bodies, but he really liked to communicate with Ye Feng from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, sometimes those fascinating friendships of life and death are often predestined between one or two sentences of dialogue.

Maybe it's the way of heaven, maybe it's cause and effect, maybe it's fate...

Hearing Wang Yuting's words, Ye Feng opened his eyes violently, he stared at the green leaves above his head, and slowly shook his head, "That's not good, if the two of us really meet, I hope you must use all your strength, and you must not release water, otherwise my sword heart will be damaged..."

Wang Yuting was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded and agreed, "Okay, I will fight you seriously!"

"That's it!"

Ye Feng stood up, patted the grass clippings behind him, walked in front of Wang Yuting, squatted down, turned around the latter's neck, and joked with a smile:

"Oh~ My brother Wang's swordsmanship is like a god! If I can't duel with you in a dignified manner, wouldn't it be a big regret in life?"

Wang Yuting was a little uncomfortable by Ye Feng's intimate movements, he broke away from the young man's arm, his stiff and cold face turned red, even the scar at the corner of his mouth was no exception.

"Get out of the way!"

Wang Yuting said angrily, but there was no trace of anger in his eyes.

"Haha, shy?"

Ye Feng asked with a wicked smile, paused, and turned around and walked out of the woods.

"I'll go back first, I have to find a way to get some information to understand the opponent, so as not to lose too badly..."

The boy explained leisurely.

Wang Yuting glanced sideways at Ye Feng, the corners of his mouth with scars rose slightly, and his smile was a little hideous.

Walking on the way back to Qingcheng Mountain, the corners of Ye Feng's mouth kept hooking a faint smile.

"It's really strange, I used to have a very thin skin, how can I make jokes about others now? Isn't it because the people I meet are not very serious, and I have led myself astray?"

The boy thought to himself.

Indeed, in the three and a half years since he left Qingxi Town, there are really few serious people Ye Feng has met along the way.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi is warm and cold, there are four small proprietresses in an inn, the fat monk Zixuan, the blacksmith Cui Qi, Su Qinghua who has the surname Tangtai, Li Ji in the Red Mansion tent and the fourth brother Demon Demon, and the drunken dream immortal Huang Shilan...

These people are all full of fancy intestines and crooked eyes, and they don't have a good thing!

(Yuan Bao said)

Back to Qingcheng Mountain, Ye Feng originally wanted to find Zhang Dachuan and inquire about the opponent of this competition, but after a few turns in this place where fat people often haunt, he didn't see his figure, so he had to wander around the mountains alone.

After turning around several deacon halls in the outer gate one by one, Ye Feng already felt the changes that the competition held by the sect had brought to the disciples of the outer gate.

In the past, even if you walked on half a pillar of incense, you couldn't see a few people, and the popularity was very weak.

Now it's different, from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and then to the top of the mountain, wherever you can rest along the mountain road, there will always be so many outer disciples in white shirts, gathered together.

Among them, there were men and women, all of whom discussed the relevant matters of the martial arts conference with relish.

Although most of these disciples were not included in the competition list, it did not affect their enthusiasm for this matter, which shows how boring the life of these disciples outside Jiuzhou Island is.

Along the way, Ye Feng didn't hear much of the information he wanted, he secretly said, "Don't waste time", and went back to his small mansion to start cultivating behind closed doors.

In the evening, Ye Feng and Zhang Dachuan, who had just had dinner, bumped into each other outside the courtyard gate.

"I'm looking for you! Come inside, I have something to tell you!"

Zhang Dachuan raised his hand and grabbed Ye Feng's sleeve, and dragged him into the West House without saying anything.

Entering Ye Feng's room, Zhang Dachuan slapped himself on the chair as usual, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself three or four glasses of water one after another, all of which were drunk in one go.

Humming and gasping for breath, the fat man said to Ye Feng, who had just sat down: "Ye Feng, don't worry! I've arranged everything for you! Your opponents in the first five times should not have any strength, so you can smoothly enter the finals in the second half!"

"Oh?"

Ye Feng was taken aback, "How did you do this? Favoritism? There won't be any trouble, right?"

"No!"

Zhang Dachuan's big head shook like a rattle, and continued:

"You can inquire about how I did it, but this competition is estimated to be about ten rounds, and the next five duels will depend on yourself, and you have to do one thing, that is, the first five matchups, you must defeat the enemy with one move!"

"Ahem, ahem... Don't you?

Ye Feng choked on saliva and coughed dryly, and his delicate face was soured together as if he had drunk old vinegar.

Zhang Dachuan glanced at Ye Feng, sighed helplessly, and explained: "Alas... It's not that I want to embarrass you on purpose, it's mainly so that you can be born among the outer disciples and accumulate some popularity, and it's also a paving for you to enter the inner door later!"

After listening to the fat man's explanation, Ye Feng couldn't help frowning, thought about it for a moment, squinted his eyes and asked tentatively, "Do you want to borrow public opinion?"

"Clever!"

Zhang Dachuan slapped the table heavily and shook the teacup on the table. After a pause, he twisted his eyebrows again, and Zhengse added:

"But don't be too happy, whether this thing can be done or not, neither he nor I am sure, and he can't give you some precious things such as Tianjing Stone in order to let you enter the inner door, mainly on your own!"

"Hmm... I understand!"

Ye Feng nodded, his expression quite distressed.

Indeed, Ye Feng was still just a chess piece in Zhao Chenrui's eyes after all, and the things he instructed Ye Feng and Zhang Dachuan to do had always started from his own interests, and this time was naturally no exception.

This competition and the task of entering the inner door seemed to be of great benefit to Ye Feng, but at a deeper level, it must also be extremely beneficial to him Zhao Chenrui.

However, even so, it was impossible for Zhao Chenrui to help Ye Feng, because his purpose was only to borrow Ye Feng's strength, not to take advantage of his own strength for Ye Feng.

Only by exchanging the minimum cost for the maximum benefit can it be called a "means".

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's heart suddenly wanted to scold his mother, "His grandmother's Zhao Chenrui, it's good to be in a high position, you can make things go according to his train of thought with a single move, it's a pity not to be a profiteer!"

With Zhang Dachuan's ability to observe words and colors, of course, he could see some clues in Ye Feng's eyes, but after all, a companion is like a tiger, even if he wants to help Ye Feng, he really can't do too much.

In addition, although this task is extremely difficult, how can this not be a test for Zhao Chenrui to Ye Feng?

Thinking that everything that should be said was said, the fat man got up and patted his back cheek, intending to slip away.

"That, Ye Feng... If there's nothing to do, I'll withdraw first, I won't be here for the next two days, and I have to find a way to help you gain some popularity, and I'll come back when I enter the second half of the finals!"

After speaking, without waiting for Ye Feng to answer, Wu Zi trembled with a fat body, pushed open the door and walked out of the small courtyard, not knowing what he was going to do again.