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Although he had already made some mental preparations, thinking that this mid-stage Qi refining cultivator would be very powerful, he didn't expect him to be so strong.

After fighting for so long, not only is his spiritual power not inferior to the beginning, but he is also getting more and more courageous, and he can't support it if he continues to fight like this.

After fighting a few more moves, Lin Yuanshan's footsteps suddenly moved irregularly, and after a few breaths, his figure became shadowy, and Yang Feng was dazzled.

This footwork is extremely weird, and even if you release your divine sense, you can't find out his exact position.

Lin Yuanshan's figure moved faster and faster, and after a while, his body turned from one to eight, and these eight figures were all moving.

With Yang Feng's divine sense, which was almost comparable to that of a cultivator in the early stage of God Refining, he couldn't even find the true location of the other party.

Yang Feng was concentrating on searching for Lin Yuanshan, and a palm print appeared behind him silently, and slowly slapped at him.

Seeing that this palm print was less than a foot away from Yang Feng's body, it was about to hit his body.

At this time, Yang Feng suddenly sensed something, turned around suddenly, and the moment he turned around, the spiritual power in his body gushed out wildly, and a white pillar of light with a thick arm condensed out, blasting towards the palm print.

Yang Feng's spiritual power was extremely powerful, and after touching the pillar of light, the palm print only lasted for two breaths before dissipating without a trace.

But at the moment when the palm print dissipated, a cyan iron ring suddenly appeared, and the blue light on the iron ring was released, like a cyan sun, and smashed towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng took a deep breath, his right hand suddenly clenched, and the spiritual power in his body was released, concentrating on his right hand.

The iron ring fell like a boulder, but was shaken back by Yang Feng's punch that shook the mountain and shattered the rock.

At the moment when the cyan iron ring appeared, Yang Feng found the breath of Lin Yuanshan.

After blasting the hoop with one punch, his body quickly rushed towards the northwest corner of the ring, raised his hand and slapped him hard in the air.

"Poof!"

Blood gushed out like a pillar, and Lin Yuanshan's body also reappeared, falling heavily on the ring, and his feet crushed the bluestone slabs on the stage.

After a palm, Yang Feng didn't stop, and in Lin Yuanshan's surprised gaze, his body came instantly, and he punched Lin Yuanshan several times in the abdomen.

With every punch that fell, Lin Yuanshan's body would take a few steps back, and by the end, he had retreated to the edge of the ring step by step.

"You've won!"

After receiving these few punches, Lin Yuanshan was no longer able to fight, and seeing that Yang Feng still had no intention of stopping, he hurriedly shouted.

The rules of the tournament are that once someone concedes defeat, the other person cannot make any more moves, otherwise it is a violation of the rules and will be disqualified from participating in the competition.

Therefore, as soon as he heard this, Yang Feng stopped.

So far, he has won three games in a row and made it to the top eight.

Yang Feng returned to his residence, his heart was a little irritable, and what he was thinking about was not tomorrow's competition, but the terrifying spirit clan.

Yang Feng was a little puzzled by what the gray-robed man said, he was able to find himself before because he felt the breath of the old monk.

Now that the ashes of the old monk are no longer on his body, what does he rely on to find himself?

"Did he leave something on me?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Yang Feng suddenly had this idea.

Then, he released his sense of consciousness and probed carefully for a long time, and finally found a gray hair on his chest, which was extremely fine and firmly attached to his body.

Yang Feng pinched his hair in his hand and shrouded it with his divine sense, and after a long time, he finally found a faint breath on it, and it seemed that this was the clue left by the gray-robed man.

After sitting quietly in the room for half an hour, Yang Feng didn't know what he thought, smiled slightly, and suddenly got up and left the attic.

Soon after, Yang Feng returned to the room.

He had just gone outside and quietly placed the gray hair on the body of an aura cultivator, so that the gray-robed man would not be able to find himself.

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On the fourth day, Yang Feng's opponent was a man in brown, this person was a cultivator at the peak of the late stage of Qi refining, his eyes were deep-set, and his body was as thin as firewood, giving people an eerie feeling.

At the beginning of the competition, Yang Feng changed his tactics of attacking before and after and took the lead.

Although the man in brown had a thin body, his strength was amazing, and after Yang Feng punched out, he was blocked by him with his palm.

Then, the brown-clothed man grabbed Yang Feng's arm, lifted it up, and slammed it into the bluestone slab.

The man in brown shot extremely fast, and more importantly, his strength was too great, and Yang Feng was at a disadvantage without paying attention.

"Boom!"

Yang Feng's body fell on top of the ring, smashing several pieces of bluestone to pieces.

However, the man in brown did not stop, raised his palm and slashed at Yang Feng's head.

Yang Feng took a deep breath, slapped his right hand on the ground, and at the same time as the palm of the man in brown came, his body flew up and dodged the palm.

The brown-clothed man missed the blow, and his body swept out again, and he slapped Yang Feng, who had already flown into the air.

Yang Feng snorted lightly, clenched his fists, and blasted out towards the attacking brown-clothed man.

When the fists touched, Yang Feng's body only took a few steps back, but the man in brown shot out backwards, and after landing on the ring, he took more than ten steps back before stopping.

At this time, his thin face moved slightly, and he was a little shocked by the strength of this opponent.

At the same time as his face changed, above the sky, Yang Feng's body swooped down, rushing towards the man in brown like a meteor.

The brown-clothed man's eyes flickered, and he felt that Yang Feng had just been able to repel himself because he had not used all his strength, and he was very confident in his strength.

So when Yang Feng rushed over, he didn't dodge, but ran his cultivation to meet him.

Yang Feng's attack this time used eighty percent of his spiritual power, he thought that the man in brown would dodge, but he didn't expect the other party to have to fight with him.

When he was about to reach the man in brown, Yang Feng's eyes froze, and he released all his spiritual power without reservation, and he waved his fist and hit it out with a sound of breaking wind.

As soon as the man in brown touched this fist, he felt an unstoppable huge spiritual power pressed down, and this spiritual power was more than twice as much as his.

At this time, the man in brown regretted a little, he regretted that he should not be so conceited.

But it was too late for him to regret it now, after receiving a frontal blow from Yang Feng with all his might, the man in brown spurted out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, and his body was shocked and flew out of the ring, slamming heavily on the ground.

After a few breaths, the man in brown slowly stood up, sighed lightly, and left the competition venue.