In the early morning, the sun shone in through the window, and Ling Feng slowly woke up from the bed, yawned a few times, and rubbed his eyes. At this time, most of the disciples of Tianyin Guan had not yet woken up, and getting up so early was a habit that Ling Feng had maintained for three years.

When the tiredness completely dissipated, Ling Feng stretched his waist, only to hear the crackling sound of his bones sounding like firecrackers.

Ling Feng glanced at his whole body in surprise, and then threw a punch into the air, only to hear the sound of the strong wind "Whew!", Ling Feng felt that the power contained in his random punch had exceeded two hundred catties.

"Could it be that last night's cultivation had an effect?!" Ling Feng shouted in shock and excitement, and hurriedly ran out of bed, put on his clothes and pants at a fast speed, and ran out of the house.

Ling Feng's residence was only fifty or sixty square meters apart from the house, after all, there were hundreds of cultivators in the Transcendent Realm of Tianyin Temple, and if everyone's courtyard was set up very large, Tianyin Temple would not be able to accommodate it.

Ling Feng came to the side of a rock in the courtyard, this rock weighed five or six hundred catties, it was one of the heaviest rocks in Ling Feng's courtyard, usually Ling Feng had to use all his strength to lift this big stone, now, Ling Feng wanted to try to see how far his body had reached after last night's cultivation.

Ling Feng walked in front of the boulder, squatted down, and stretched out his left hand to the bottom of the stone, he actually wanted to lift the five or six hundred pound boulder with one hand.

"Drink!!" Ling Feng let out a loud shout, concentrated his strength on his left hand, and slowly got up, with a rumbling sound, the big stone had been lifted above Ling Feng's head.

"Boom!!" The boulder fell to the ground, and the dust was flying, but Ling Feng didn't care, and shouted excitedly: "Great, great, last night's cultivation was not in vain, those six spirit stones were not in vain!" Ling Feng was extremely excited at this time, and his face showed an innocent smile that a child should have.

Ling Feng knew that the strength of his body at this time had already reached the level of a transcendent realm cultivator, of course, this did not mean that Ling Feng could fight against a transcendent realm cultivator. After all, an immortal cultivator is an immortal cultivator, in addition to being physically powerful, he can also control his true power, cast mystical methods, control magic weapons, etc. And if the transcendent realm cultivator uses his true power to strengthen **, he will have a thousand catties of power with a wave of his hand, at this time, Ling Feng has only reached the strength of the physical body in the general state of the transcendent realm monk, but it is enough to be amazing, if it is spread, an eight-year-old child will cultivate his physical body to the level of a transcendent realm cultivator, I don't know how many people will be scared to death.

Just as Ling Feng was still immersed in the joy of successful cultivation, his stomach couldn't help but protest, Ling Feng then remembered that he had just eaten something casually last night to satisfy his hunger, and after that kind of high-intensity cultivation, his stomach couldn't bear it for a long time, and Ling Feng no longer just stood here and smirked, opened the courtyard door and walked towards the dining hall.

Gradually, the disciples had basically woken up, when Ling Feng came to the canteen, many disciples had already begun to bury their heads in eating, Ling Feng also joined the ranks, I don't know if it was because he was too hungry or because his body became stronger and his appetite increased, Ling Feng devoured eight steamed buns and six large bowls of porridge in just ten minutes, and the other disciples who watched it were dumbfounded.

After eating, Ling Feng burped contentedly and touched his somewhat bulging stomach (Note: Don't think about it. Suddenly remembered that he still had to help Uncle Wang chop wood, so he hurriedly ran in the direction of the cooking house.

In the cooking room, Uncle Wang was standing in front of the pot with a big belly boiling a large pot of meat porridge, and there were many miscellaneous disciples next to him to help blow the wind, cut meat, chop wood, and add fire, "Uncle Wang, I'm here." Outside the door, Ling Feng shouted, attracting the attention of the people in the cooking room, and when Uncle Wang saw that it was Ling Feng, he immediately ordered a disciple next to him to help him master the pot, and he hurriedly ran over.

"Xiao Feng, it's very early, have you eaten, but I can boil the meat porridge in the canteen today. Uncle Wang smiled kindly.

Uncle Wang, he didn't come to Tianyin Temple to practice, he wasn't even a disciple. Uncle Wang was originally the child of a disciple of Tianyinguan, the disciple died in an accident during an outing, leaving Uncle Wang, who was only three or four years old at the time, and Uncle Wang's mother was also a disciple of Tianyinguan, and her husband fell outside, and the elders of Guannei had also personally tested Uncle Wang's talent, and he had no qualifications to cultivate immortals, so he let him stay in Guanzhong to do some chores, which was thirty years, and when Uncle Wang saw Ling Feng, who had the same miserable background as him, he was very sympathetic, so he often helped Ling Feng, and Ling Feng would often come here to help him.

Ling Feng heard Uncle Wang's inquiry, his face showed a look of intoxication, and he returned: "Of course I have eaten, today's meat porridge is fragrant, and the steamed buns are also very good, big and fragrant." With that, he licked his tongue.

Uncle Wang laughed and said, "It's good if you like it, by the way, do you have anything to do here?"

When Ling Feng heard this, he became serious and said, "Of course, I am helping Uncle Wang chop wood." ”

When Uncle Wang heard this, he hurriedly stopped him and said, "No need, no need, the firewood you chopped yesterday is enough for two or three days, you can take a good rest today." After saying that, he seemed to remember something, and said, "Speaking of which, I saw many disciples in a hurry today, all of them rushing to the cultivation ground, as if something had happened. ”

Hearing what Uncle Wang said, Ling Feng also remembered that when he was eating in the canteen, many disciples ate in a hurry, and some even took two bites and left, as if there was something urgent, but he ate too much at that time and didn't notice it.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Okay, then I'll go and see, Uncle Wang will see you again." "Okay, you can go quickly. ”......

When he came to the main road, he found that both mortal disciples and monk disciples in the temple were rushing in the direction of the cultivation ground, and there were also disciples who were as confused as Ling Feng, at this time, in front of Ling Feng, one person grabbed a disciple who was rushing to the cultivation ground, and asked, "Hey, Senior Brother Wang, what are so many of you doing in a hurry?"

"What?!Senior Brother Zhu, you wouldn't have heard of such a big thing, would you?!"

"So what the hell is going on?"

"A few days ago, Senior Brother Han sent a war letter to Senior Brother, and Senior Brother had already responded, and after a while, they would have a debate in the cultivation ground. ”

"What?!Senior Brother Han?Is it Senior Brother Han Feiyu?"

"Nonsense, are there any other Senior Brothers Han in our audience who dare to challenge Senior Brother? Forget it, don't talk about it, I still have to leave quickly. "Han Feiyu, senior brother. Hearing these two words, Ling Feng's pupils shrank suddenly.

It's not that Ling Feng has a grudge against the two of them, on the contrary, Ling Feng has a very good impression of the two of them. Senior brother, Wu Yun, the most senior among the young disciples of Tianyin Guan, entered the meditation and cultivation five years ago, and now his cultivation has reached the peak of the transcendent realm, it is said that he is only one step away from being able to step into the realm of entering the Dao, because of his amazing talent, when he first entered the meditation, he was accepted as a personal disciple by an elder, and taught him a piece that is not inferior to Ling Feng's "Yuheng Heart Sutra" High-level exercises, the strength can be said to be the first person below the elder of Guannei, he is an upright person, he often helps Guannei disciples solve some cultivation problems, and he has also helped Ling Feng, so Ling Feng has always had a good impression of him.

As for Han Feiyu, Ling Feng didn't know much about this person, speaking of which, he entered the Immortal Realm later than Ling Feng, he only entered the Tianyin Observatory two years ago, but if Ling Feng saw him, he still had to shout Senior Brother, there was no other reason, the strength of the Immortal Cultivation Realm was respected, age, and seniority were all secondary.

Speaking of Han Feiyu, the few things that Ling Feng also knew were that he was a demonic genius, and he had advanced from a mortal to the middle stage of the transcendent realm in two years, but what was even more amazing was that this Han Feiyu's physique was a divine body that was rare in a thousand years—the Purple Flame Spirit Body.

"These two people are going to have a polemic battle, and they must not be missed. Ling Feng secretly said in his heart, and then followed the flow of people and walked towards the cultivation ground.

The Dao battle is a battle between monks to test their own strength and exchange cultivation experience, so there is generally no life and death fight.

The cultivation ground was already crowded with people at this time. Ninety out of nine of the 3,000 disciples in the temple have come here, which shows how famous these two people are in the Tianyin Temple.

In the center of the training ground, there is a huge ring, with a length and width of 100 meters, and a square structure. At this moment, on the east and west sides of the ring, there is a figure standing on each side. To the east stood a man in a green shirt, who looked to be about twenty years old, with a warm smile on his face, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze. This person is Wu Yun, the senior brother of Tianyin Temple.

There was a young man who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old standing in the west, with a grim face, his eyes staring at Wu Yun opposite, and there was infinite battle intent rising in his eyes, this was naturally Han Feiyu.

Wu Yun, who was located in the east, was the first to speak, and said, "Senior Brother Han, be careful, I won't show mercy to my subordinates." ”

"Senior brother, although I made a move, I originally wanted to test my combat power this time, and it doesn't matter if I win or lose. Han Feiyu said as he spoke, and his battle intent also soared, but in just a few breaths, it reached a terrifying level.

Wu Yun looked at Han Feiyu, who was full of fighting spirit, shook his head and smiled, and said: Senior brother, you and I have also been instructed by our masters, and the two elders of them can't start a war if they don't come, alas, I don't know when the two elders will arrive. ”

As soon as Wu Yun's words fell, two figures appeared in the attic opposite the ring, and the appearance of these two figures made the cultivation ground, which was still in full swing, quiet down for a moment.

"Haha, Brother Zhao, it seems that you have a lot of confidence in your apprentice. To the left of the attic, a long-bearded man in a robe smiled.

"That's natural, Brother Zhou, aren't you very confident in your disciple. On the right, a middle-aged man chuckled and said, it was Zhao Yan who preached for Ling Feng yesterday.

And the one on the left is also an elder of Tianyin Temple, named Zhou Tong, who is Wu Yun's master.

As soon as the two elders appeared, they did not talk about the war, but talked about it themselves.

Zhou Tong stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, although your disciple is a rare divine body for a thousand years, after all, his cultivation is still shallow, and Yun'er has reached the peak of the transcendent realm, and has begun to enlighten, your disciple, the chance of winning seems to be small." ”

Zhao Yan said unhurriedly: "Brother Zhou, you underestimate the spirit body too much, although Yu'er's cultivation is still shallow and she can't show the power of the divine body, but I believe that Yu'er will not lose." ”

"Really, then I'll wait to see the divine body manifest itself, and this time the Lord of the Dao Battle and a few others are secretly watching. Let's not delay and go to war. ”

Zhao Yan nodded, and then, speaking lightly, a loud and majestic voice sounded in the cultivation ground. Go to war!"

The battle between two young geniuses has finally begun!