Sitting cross-legged to recharge?

In the second half of the night, there was no quiet in the entire Waizong Square.

At dawn, they all had dry mouths and extremely poor mental state, and more than 30 people hated Ye Feng very much.

Looking at Ye Feng again, his excitement still hasn't passed, and after working hard in the second half of the night, the pretending value has exceeded the 100,000 mark from more than 87,000 points before.

It can be said that as long as Ye Feng wants to now, he can promote his cultivation to one star of the Immortal Master at any time.

But Ye Feng didn't redeem it, and was completely immersed in the rewards of the system.

"With this pretending system, the master is still worried that he can't erase Bu Yazi's soul? Then again, I recalled that I broke through 10,000 points and received a newbie package, but I didn't expect that there would be a reward for breaking through 100,000 points, and it was very generous. ”

The scenes on the top of Kunyang Mountain in the past were presented in Ye Feng's mind, he couldn't forget the refreshing feeling of changing his physique, nor the joy of cultivating to climb rapidly, and he couldn't forget the appearance of Gu Tuo jumping like thunder when he crushed the teleportation stone and escaped.

And now that the pretending points have exceeded 100,000 points, the system has rewarded him with three things, the first is a 'Star Spirit Pill' that can instantly improve one star, according to the system's prompts, this pill contains a strong vitality, and the immortals cannot swallow it, otherwise they will explode and die.

The second thing is a high-grade royal weapon soft armor as thin as silk, to be precise, it is not a weapon, but a treasure weapon that can be entered into the air and soar, named ...... Faerie feathers.

Last night, Ye Feng only cared about bragging with more than thirty beginner disciples, and he didn't try how high he could fly after inputting his vitality into the fairy spirit feather.

The last thing was a bit interesting, which made Ye Feng look confused.

It was an egg, I don't know what kind of egg it was, it could be as big as a fist, and it was put in the storage compartment by Ye Feng in the miscellaneous items.

Time flies, and when it is about the time of the hour, the sect leader Qingyun Dao and the five elders have all come here, and they have looked at the more than thirty beginner disciples who are not in good spirits, and the faces of these six people are dark.

Especially the Fifth Elder Ji Xinghe, he was so angry in his heart! Before leaving last night, he had clearly explained that he meditated with peace of mind to recuperate, what did this group of guys do? Except for a limited number of people, most of the beginner disciples had become soft-footed shrimps.

Looking at the entire square again, in addition to the six people such as the sect master and elders, the disciples of the inner sect also came with nearly eight hundred people, all wearing purple robes, standing behind the Qingyun Dao people at this time, with a proud expression.

These people are not here to observe and learn, they are just to watch the excitement.

In comparison, the number of disciples of the outer sect is relatively large, and they wear blue robes in accordance with the rules of the sect, and whenever they look at the disciples of the inner sect, their eyes are full of envy.

The person who presided over the third trial competition this time was Wu Ganglie, the deacon of the Inner Sect, and after arranging the lottery of thirty-six people in an orderly manner, he stood on the high platform and read out the rules and battle list.

The battle was divided into four rounds.

In the first round, 36 people entered 18, which means that after the end of the first round, 18 people were retained to advance.

In the second round, six winners were selected from eighteen people.

In the third round, the six people were divided into three groups, and the final three winners were selected.

The fourth round is the final showdown between the three, which is carried out in the form of a melee on the same stage, and the one, two, and three places are decided.

As the fifth elder Ji Xinghe said last night, the top three are rewarded, the first place will be rewarded with a high-grade Xuan-level immortal art, the second place can choose any medium-grade royal weapon, and the third place can choose a low-grade Xuan-level magic technique, or you can choose a low-grade royal weapon.

Overall, the reward this time is quite generous, especially the reward for the first place, which cannot be measured by gold and silver, if it is placed among the three factions and four gates, it can definitely be regarded as the treasure of the town faction.

As Deacon Wu Ganglie announced the start of the competition, two introductory disciples came up to the high platform after the roll call.

The two first bowed to the Qingyun Daoist and the five heads in the audience, and then under the order of Deacon Wu Ganglie, the two fought in an instant.

In fact, if you compare the immortal disciples and the martial artists of the rivers and lakes, it is only a matter of whether there is vitality in the body.

With the help of Yuan Qi, the immortal disciple can make the force of the attack stronger, and the speed of the body movement is faster, and there is no difference in the rest.

Therefore, unless you comprehend the powerful immortal arts, the competition between the immortals and disciples is actually no different from the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, and it is boring and boring.

Ye Feng didn't bother to look, he kept looking for Yu Han and Yu Yan in the crowd, but there were too many people in the square, and after looking around for half an hour, Ye Feng didn't see the shadow of the second daughter.

"It shouldn't be! It stands to reason that these two girls know that I am going to compete today, and even if they don't cheer up, they will come here to watch, why don't they see anyone?"

Ye Feng muttered in his heart, and a bad premonition quietly arose, but at this time, Wu Ganglie, the deacon on the high platform, shouted angrily.

"Ye Feng, what are you looking for? If you don't come to power again, I declare that you are not strong enough and have decided to give up. ”

A roar of anger pulled Ye Feng's mind back.

He raised his head and glanced at Wu Ganglie, snorted lightly and walked onto the high platform, without looking at the Qingyun Dao people and the five elders under the stage, and directly looked at the thin and tall young man who was fighting with him.

At this time, the Qingyun Dao people in the audience looked at Ye Feng for a moment, and suddenly seemed to be interested, and whispered: "Elders, how long do you think the two little guys on the stage will fight?"

"Heh, sect master, don't look at that Ye Feng's cultivation as a little higher, but this person is extremely arrogant, and he doesn't have a serious word. What's even more annoying is that this son is full of crazy and unrealistic thoughts, and his stupidity is all accounted for. Second Elder Ding Yun spoke directly.

"Oh?" Qingyun Daoist stroked his beard, smiled and looked at the remaining elders, and asked, "What do you say?"

"Returning to the sect master, although I don't like Ye Feng either, I am not optimistic about Cheng Ye, after all, there is a difference of two stars between the two, and about five minutes is enough to tell the winner. Luo Lan bowed and replied.

"Well, I also agree with the third elder's statement, the next battle, five minutes later, the winner will be decided, after all, the immortal disciple does not have much vitality in his body, and he can't follow the battle for a long time. Ji Xinghe shook the paper fan lightly, and his tone was very fixed.

"Sect Master, I'm just a farmer, and I don't express my opinion. The four elders folded their handkerchiefs, and they didn't know whether the weather was too hot or their bodies were too weak, and they kept wiping the fine sweat on their foreheads.

"Great Elder, what do you think?" Qingyun Daoist looked sideways at Zhao Yin, his tone revealing a bit of respect.

"If Ye Feng wants to fight quickly, this battle ...... Three breaths are enough. ”

What the?

Ding Yun and Luo Lan's faces changed slightly, obviously shocked by the Great Elder's words.

"Three breaths, three breaths and three breaths. It seems that the Great Elder has seen through him. I don't know, are you tempted?" asked with a smile as Qingyun Daoren narrowed his eyes.

This question made the face of the unsmiling Great Elder change slightly, and he was slightly red and barely squeezed out a smile.

"Hah, Sect Master, if we missed yesterday's opportunity, the result is not something we can decide. ”

"That's right!" Qingyun Daoren nodded.

......

While the sect master in the audience was talking to the elders, Ye Feng smiled faintly at the young man who was five meters away.

This person, Ye Feng is still a little impressed, the eight-star immortal disciple is named Cheng Ye, he was angry with him for two hours last night, and when it was dawn, he lost his strength, and leaned on the high platform and squinted for a while.

"Are you two ready?" Wu Ganglie came to the middle of the two, glanced at Ye Feng and Cheng Ye respectively, and asked.

The two of them were silent, just nodded.

"Let's get started!"

After that, Wu Ganglie held the ring ruler behind his back, and quickly retreated to the side of the stage, making room for the two.

Cheng Ye understood the rules very well, and bowed to Qingyun Dao and the five elders, and then looked at Ye Feng with a sneer.

"The surname Ye, you are very unlucky, you met me in the first scene. Don't look at me as an eight-star immortal, but I will ...... you. ”

"Where's the? Get out of here. ”

With an angry shout, Ye Feng instantly raised his right hand, and immediately cast the Cloud Turning Palm that he had practiced for eight years, and slapped Cheng Ye who was five meters away.

That Cheng Ye looked stunned, and before he could understand why Ye Feng slapped his palm in the void, he suddenly felt a whirlpool of qi waves in front of him, and in an instant, his body suddenly reversed, and he fell in an arc in the air, and fell off the high platform with a bang.

One breath!

There is only one breath of time, and this battle ...... The winner is decided.

In the square under the stage, there was a dead silence.

Looking at the thousands of disciples again, they were dumbfounded, Ding Yun and Luo Lan looked stunned, and even the Great Elder Zhao Yin was also bright, and there was a little horror in the depths of his eyes.

If the only one is normal, it is the Purple Cloud Sect's sect master, Qingyun Daoist.

He seemed to have expected that one breath would be enough, and at this time, he twisted his beard in his hand, looked at Ye Feng who walked off the stage with appreciation, and secretly praised it again and again in his heart.

"What a primordial spirit body, what a peerless celestial pride. ”