In the martial arts ring, the atmosphere seemed to be a little tense, and the two momentum filled the surroundings, making people feel suffocated and almost out of breath.

The stones on the ground were shaking steadily, and the space seemed to be distorted, rippling layer after layer.

Swish.

The bodies of Chen Feng and Ying Heng disappeared in place in an instant like lightning.

Bang!

The next second.

Chen Feng and Ying Heng collided suddenly, making a dull sound.

"Dragon Fist Eighteen Styles. ”

As soon as Chen Feng made a move, it was stormy.

With a pair of iron fists, he danced in the sky, and eighteen purple-gold divine dragon phantoms roared out, shaking the sky.

"Break it for me!"

Ying Heng roared angrily, and the spiritual power in his body exploded.

Tear pull.

A sharp sword slashed out, tearing the eighteen purple gold divine dragon phantoms into pieces.

In front of Ying Heng, a sword with a top-grade spiritual weapon level exuded a faint light, rising and falling.

"Slash!"

Ying Heng controlled the spirit sword and slashed towards Chen Feng's body.

Seeing this, Chen Feng tapped his toes on the ground, and his body disappeared in place in an instant like a ghost.

"Thunder Robbery. ”

Chen Feng pointed out with his right hand, and a beam of thunder and lightning shot towards Ying Heng's body.

Ying Heng felt that danger was coming, he let out a low cry of no, and subconsciously blocked it in front of him with a spirit sword.

Bang.

The lightning beam hit the spirit sword, and the huge force made Ying Hengzhen take a few steps back in a row.

Ying Heng's face changed, he felt that his body was paralyzed by thunder and lightning, he could barely move, and his blood was boiling, as if he was going to vomit blood, but he forcibly pressed it down.

"True Martial Sword Technique. ”

Chen Feng let out a low snort, he took this opportunity to directly display the True Martial Sword Technique.

One after another, the fierce True Martial Sword Qi passed through the air, as if tearing the heavens and the earth, and slashed towards Ying Heng's body.

Seeing this, Ying Heng's face was not very good, and he hurriedly dodged and dodged the attack of the True Martial Sword Qi.

Damn it.

Ying Heng scolded in a low voice, feeling very unhappy in his heart, he was a dignified Jindan stage powerhouse, he was actually forced to be like this by a half-step Jindan stage cultivator, and fell into the disadvantage, it was really embarrassing.

"Chen Feng, this kid can, it's really not easy to be so embarrassed with Ying Heng, who has the strength of the Jindan period. ”

Under the ring, Xiang Qing looked at this scene, feeling a little surprised in his heart, and he said in a low voice.

"His foundation is very solid, although the moves are not very subtle, but the strength of his spiritual power is no longer overwhelmed by the cultivators of the Jindan stage, if Ying Heng does not show his true strength, I am afraid he will not be the opponent of this kid. ”

Even Ren Wen, who had some disagreements with Chen Feng, praised him, and pointed out Chen Feng's shortcomings.

Chen Feng's foundation is thick, and no matter how solid his foundation is, he is still only a half-step Jindan stage cultivator, and there is still a huge gap compared to a real Jindan stage master.

I can't see it in a short time, but if the battle drags on for a long time, I'm afraid that Chen Feng will be defeated due to lack of spiritual power.

Half-step Jindan vs. Jindan?

The defeated person must be a half-step golden pill, and from the moment the spirit realm exists, no one can violate this iron law.

This is the gap that exists between realms, and no one can cross it.

"Die!"

Ying Heng was furious, and he no longer retained his strength.

Ying Heng burst out with all his strength, controlled the spirit sword, and slashed down towards Chen Feng's body.

Chen Feng only felt a terrifying aura locking his body, unable to move a bit.

The danger of death is coming!

Chen Feng didn't dare to retain his strength and go all out.

"True Martial Sword Trick Final Sword Style, True Martial Demon. ”

Chen Feng let out a low snort, and the sword in his right hand commanded, regardless of the injuries in the meridians in his body, he maximized the output of spiritual power.

Tear pull.

A sword qi containing terrifying spiritual power and carrying a sharp edge slashed out.

Boom!

The two sword qi collided together, making an earth-shattering sound.

Then, the dazzling light rushed straight into the sky, and the dazzling light made the people around him can't help but close their eyes.

"How is this possible?"

When the light disappeared, the people around the ring couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw the scene in front of them, revealing a shocked gaze.

"How did he do it?"

There was a look of suffocation on someone's face.

I saw that in the ring, Chen Feng stood proudly, while Ying Heng, who had the cultivation of the Jindan period, was lying on the ground, unable to move, and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Simply so!

Chen Feng, a half-step Jindan stage cultivator, actually defeated a Jindan stage cultivator head-on!

When this news came out, the entire square of Tian Yuan City was boiling, and everyone gathered to watch.

Chen Feng became famous all of a sudden!

Everyone is talking about Chen Feng!

"Chen Feng, you can, you can actually defeat the Jindan stage cultivation with a half-step Jindan stage cultivation, breaking the iron law of the entire spirit world from ancient times to the present!"

Xiang Qing stood up excitedly, patted Chen Feng's shoulder, and said excitedly.

"Accidents, accidents. ”

Hearing this, Chen Feng said modestly.

"Boy, you have a future. ”

Ren Wen was shocked by Chen Feng's performance.

"Thank you for the compliment. ”

Chen Feng hugged his fist towards Ren Wen and thanked him.

The next one was closed, Chen Feng did not go to the ring, and directly admitted defeat.

The battle just now made the meridians in his body that had just been repaired seem to have a tendency to break again.

Therefore, Chen Feng didn't dare to continue to use spiritual power to fight, he had to take a rest, otherwise he would turn back into a waste who couldn't use spiritual power.

Of course, Xiang Qing assured Chen Feng that with his performance just now, it was enough for Taishan Academy to give him an additional place for alternate qualifications.

The reason why Chen Feng worked so hard was for this alternate qualification, and now that Xiang Qing said that he could get it, he would not have to continue to participate in the qualifying competition.

Soon, the qualifying session ended.

The teacher of Taishan Academy was not ready to continue to stay in Tianyuan City, and decided to set off to meet Taishan Academy.

Taishan Academy is located in the middle of Mount Tai in Qingzhou, this Mount Tai is not Mount Tai, but it is the place where the spiritual veins of Qingzhou converge, so Mount Tai School is located on Mount Tai.

Mount Tai is tens of thousands of meters high, like a sharp sword, pointing straight to the sky, magnificent.

However, the Taishan Academy was tens of thousands of kilometers away from Tianyuan City, and if it was with foot strength, even if they were all cultivators, it would probably take several years to arrive.

The next day.

Chen Feng had thousands of people, all gathered outside Tianyuan City.

"Is it really going to make us walk forward?"

A puzzled look appeared on Chen Feng's face, and he said secretly in his heart.

Chen Feng felt funny when he thought of the scene of thousands of immortal cultivators hurrying away.

"Tianhua treasure ship. ”

I saw Xiang Qing's face solemn, and his hands made a curse mark.

Then, Chen Feng felt a flower in front of him, and a treasure ship as huge as a hill floated in mid-air.

This scene caused countless people to exclaim.