The Xinding Contest came as scheduled, and Ji Fei sat cross-legged under a towering tree at this time and quietly breathed out and cultivated.

Dozens of days have passed, and Tianjizi has not moved at all, which can't help but make Ji Fei's heart a little surprised, could it be that I am too suspicious?

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of what Tianjizi said dozens of days ago, that is, he must make achievements in this Xinding Competition, so as to win the qualification to enter Yanhuang Dashijie.

"If things are only so simple, then I am just a pawn of Tianjizi to achieve a certain goal, not an outcast!"

"What is it about Yanhuang Dashijie that makes Tianjizi value it so much?"

Ji Fei's closed eyes slowly opened, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then Ji Fei patted the storage bag, and several sachets appeared in his hand.

"Tianjizi asked me to take these sachets and wait until I entered Yanhuang Dashijie and then opened them, I don't know what it means?"

At the same time, Tianjizi was sitting cross-legged in the thatched hut, but behind him was Zhang Tong, his eyes staring ahead without the slightest abnormality.

"This son's eyes are unpredictable, can he see something?"

Tianjizi muttered, not paying attention to Zhang Tong behind him.

He frowned, "Hmph, as long as it doesn't delay my big event!"

Then Tianjizi said coldly to Zhang Tong behind him: "Zhang Tong's time is up, take your senior brother to participate in the Xinding Competition, with the cultivation of the two of you, you will definitely be able to obtain the qualification to enter Yanhuang Dashijie......"

Zhang Tong behind him didn't say a word, took a step, and his figure was gone.

"Why does this son have an aura that makes me a little jealous? Except for Shizun Tianxuanzi, this feeling has not appeared for thousands of years. ”

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Ji Fei was quietly plucking and cultivating, and at this moment, his brows furrowed, and he slowly got up, but after a few breaths, a black shadow appeared behind him.

"Senior brother, it's time to participate in the Xinding Competition......

Seeing this, Ji Fei was about to say a few words to him, but Zhang Tong only said a word and stepped out, and with a bang, a black light turned into a black light and rushed towards the front hall of Huang Yanzong.

Looking at the footprints on the ground that were several feet deep, Ji Fei's face changed slightly, and then without saying a word, he turned into a streamer and followed Zhang Tong.

The so-called Xinding Contest is also a competition for Huang Yanzong to test the cultivation status of new monks.

A year may seem like a long time, but it's just a blink of an eye, and Ji Fei's mind is far beyond his peers!

A trial ground in the Huangyan Sect was crowded with monks with a radius of hundreds of zhang, although it was just a competition between the new ones, but the elders of the sect came together, and they had to choose disciples among the hundreds of new soldiers.

As for those newcomers who are already inner disciples, such as Zhang Tong and Ji Fei, they are naturally not included.

This new competition is a great opportunity for the outer disciples to be promoted to the inner disciples, and for the inner disciples, it is an opportunity to make a name for themselves and get ahead.

Two rays of light roared, one of which was particularly terrifying, and there was a loud sound that shook the void in the void alone.

Behind this ray, a phantom was far from the previous one, but it was also relatively fast......

Huang Yanzong's nearly 10,000 outer disciples had been waiting for a long time at this time, looking at the two rays of light roaring in the void, and their faces couldn't help but show a look of envy.

"It's an inner disciple!"

"Look, it seems to be Senior Brother Zhang Tongzhang!"

Nearly tens of thousands of outer disciples below shouted together, welcoming Zhang Tong's arrival, and the momentum was extremely shocking, like a raging wave in the sea.

"I heard that Senior Brother Zhang Tong has won the love of my Huang Yanzong Tianjizi seniors, and he has personally passed on his body refining skills, and his current cultivation is already in the early stage of fetal breath!

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang Tong's cultivation is unfathomable, even some disciples of previous generations are afraid that they will be deflated in the face of Senior Brother Zhang Tong. ”

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Ji Fei looked at Zhang Tong, who was running wildly, and a strange feeling lingered in his heart. The Zhang Tong in front of him was just a pre-fetal cultivation, and there was a hazy feeling that he couldn't even see clearly.

Brush... After the two landed, they came to a clean place in the crowd of new contestants and sat cross-legged.

When passing through the crowd of contestants, these newcomers saw Zhang Tong coming slowly, and they showed a shocked look on their faces, and they all retreated to make way for him.

Ji Fei didn't think much in his heart, and without saying a word, he followed Zhang Tong and walked towards a place.

The monks couldn't help but show strange expressions when they looked at Ji Fei's somewhat unfamiliar face, after all, Ji Fei had never shown his face in Huang Yanzong.

Zhang Tong did not have the slightest color on his face, and without greeting the monks, he found a clean place and sat cross-legged quietly and waited for the start of the competition.

The same is true for Jifei......

At this moment, a group of monks came around a person in an uproar......

"You are Zhang Tong, I heard that your cultivation is good, but this new Ding Contest must be my world!"

When Zhang Tong heard such a voice, Huo Ran opened his eyes, and an extremely terrifying aura permeated from his body, as if it was a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years, awakening at this moment, extremely terrifying.

That Ling Feng's face showed no discoloration, but the group of monks beside him all had shocked expressions on their faces, taking a few steps back and gasping with difficulty.

"You're just a pre-fetal cultivator, and I, in the late stage of fetal breath, can I endure it?"

With that, Ling Feng smiled coldly.

Ji Fei had already discovered the existence of this person, and among the tens of thousands of new Ding, this person's cultivation could be described as extremely terrifying, and he was already in the late stage of fetal breath, and he was also a level stronger than him.

Zhang Tong may have some difficulties with this person, and it is inevitable that he will suffer some losses.

A grim smile appeared on Zhang Tong's face, and his eyes glared at Ling Feng fiercely as if they were burning in an instant.

Ling Feng grinned and said, "Don't worry! You and I will meet in the competition soon, and I will definitely make you look all over the ground when the time comes! I will let you know who is the real genius and who is the champion of the new generation of Huang Yanzong." ”

With that, Ling Feng made a throat-wiping motion, and walked out of the crowd with extreme arrogance, and there were still dozens of late-stage foundation building monks beside him.

From beginning to end, Ling Feng's eyes never stayed on Ji Fei's body for a moment!

And Zhang Tong had already closed his eyes at this time, and sat cross-legged again to cultivate.

His change is obvious!

"Is that person Ling Feng? really arrogant and domineering......

After Ling Feng left, some of the monks beside Ji Fei began to mumble quietly.

"I heard that this person's cultivation is also extremely terrifying, it is said that he has reached the late stage of fetal breath, and he is two levels higher than Senior Brother Zhang Tong!"

"That is, you don't look at other people's masters, but they are the junior disciples of the head of the family, there are so many pills, and under so many pills, I can achieve the cultivation of the late stage of fetal breath!"

The monk on the side was not convinced, but what he said was a little weak-hearted.

"Hmph, if you give you the same pill as Ling Feng, will you be able to reach the late stage of fetal breath within a year?"

One person asked rhetorically, and immediately the man had nothing to say, and his face was embarrassed.

After all, when he first entered the Huang Yan Sect, even the head of the sect, Chi Yangzi, had praised Ling Feng's physique and spiritual root as extremely excellent, and there was no one in ten thousand.

"Pure Yangzi's apprentice, no wonder his cultivation is so profound. Ji Fei suddenly closed his eyes again and quietly breathed in.

............

Knock knock knock...... With the sound of three drums that resounded through the sky, the elders around the ring in the center of the trial ground had already done it, and the tens of thousands of energetic outer disciples and Xinding who looked at the arena all nodded with satisfaction in their hearts.

After three drums, the Xinding Contest had begun, and there was not so much red tape in the Xiuzhen world, so an old man immediately sang and reconciled the list of contestants and stepped aside, and the monks began to play one by one in order.

The first to play was Zhang Tong and a thin monk......

Unlike Zhang Tong, that monk is a speed type at first glance, and he must be very accomplished in speed.

"It turned out to be Sun Xingzhi...... It's over, he's going to be finished, and he actually faced Senior Brother Zhang Tong. ”

"That's right, although this Sun Wei is very fast and is known as a walker, but in the face of Senior Brother Zhang Tong, he will definitely lose!"

Some of the monks commented below, as if they had seen the outcome of the game.

While speaking, Zhang Tong and Sun Wei had already stepped into the ring.

That Sun Wei clenched his fists and bowed, "In the lower Sun Wei, a disciple of the outer sect, in the later stage of foundation building, I also ask Senior Brother Zhang for advice." ”

Zhang Tong snorted coldly, and suddenly didn't say anything, but it was a punch!

Seeing this, Sun Wei's body dodged to the side, and there was a hint of hatred in his eyes. Then he gulped, and a crystal flying sword flew out of his body.

This flying sword was no more than the size of a palm, hovering above Sun Wei's head, and a stream of fierce sword intent shot out from this small flying sword!

"It turned out to be a high-grade treasure, what kind of shit luck did this Sun Wei take, and he actually had such a magic weapon!"

Some outer disciples saw Sun Wei sacrifice a treasure artifact, and immediately exclaimed.

Ji Fei looked at the flying sword on Sun Wei's head, and also found that this flying sword was indeed a high-grade treasure, and its power was not bad. With Zhang Tong's cultivation in the early stage of fetal breath, facing this magic weapon with his bare hands, I am afraid that there will be a certain danger.

Dodged by Sun Wei, Zhang Tong snorted coldly, the spiritual power in his hand seemed to be stimulated, and there was a faint explosion above his fist, and from a distance, a trace of silver-white light jumped and thunder and lightning were formed!

Sun Wei's expression was solemn, and he pointed at the void, and the crystal flying sword roared, and the fierce sword intent on it burst out towards Zhang Tong's eyebrows.

Zhang Tong was silent, and snorted coldly, but seeing him striding forward, he came to the front of the flying sword in one step, saying that it was too late, and then quickly, the iron fist met the tip of the flying sword.

With a roar that was about to tear through the void, the eyes of the monks couldn't help but widen.

"This person actually shook the treasure weapon flying sword with his flesh, I'm afraid he will be injured!" said a monk tragically.

A person next to him disagreed with his point of view and said: "That's not necessarily, Senior Brother Zhang Tong practices the art of refining the body, and the physical body is a terrifying magic weapon!"

The man was naturally unconvinced, just when the two were arguing, but they heard a loud shout in the field, and everyone looked, but saw that the palm-sized flying sword was already covered with dense cracks at this time, and the crunching sound was continuous.

With a snap, the flying sword in Sun Wei's hand broke inch by inch as if porcelain was shattered, and with a bang, Zhang Tong's iron fist was directly imprinted on Sun Wei's body!

Click, the sound of bone cracking came, and with a spurt of blood, Sun Wei's figure flew out upside down......