I have to say that Yan Feng's performance was flawless, his words and deeds were impeccable, and he touched a group of disciples.

However, in Fan Xianfeng's eyes, all this seems to be nothing, a humble maggot, struggling at the bottom of the world.

"I really didn't find out that there is such a talent as you by my side, and my mouth is really good at saying, hehe, then you take it, I will give you a reward. Fan encouraged.

After that, he slowly stretched out his hand and stretched out to the storage bag beside him, it was so soft, and the slender fingers, like onion white jade fingers, deeply attracted everyone's attention.

The moonlight was sprinkled, shining with silver light, and Yan Feng held his hands respectfully, his face full of anticipation.

"Pick it up!" a light voice sounded in Iwamine's ears.

The bright future of the future seems to be beckoning to him, and it is no longer a dream to meet adults, climb relationships, use resources, build foundations, and form a knot.

I saw that Fan Fengfeng's arm suddenly swung forward, and a white light flashed out, rushing towards Yanfeng.

It was a brilliant light, a light of hope, an incomparably heartwarming light, Yan Feng couldn't help it, and laughed happily.

The disciples closest to him really wanted to see what the spirit beast was like, but the situation was not quite right.

One of them, frowning, muttered, "How is this...."

"Boom!" there was a soft sound, like the sound of blood spurting.

"Like a light slash... What about it?" the disciple's voice just fell.

I saw that white light flashed, passed through the neck of the rock peak, and then disappeared into the night.

At this moment, the picture froze, Fan Feng's hand was still in mid-air, the surrounding disciples were all staring at it with wide eyes, and Yan Feng was still smiling.

It's just that a circle of blood appeared on his neck, and his hands were empty.

What happened passed in an instant, and great joy and sorrow knew the good and evil in the world.

"You, you, why..."Yan Feng covered his bleeding neck vigorously, trembling and painful, questioning.

The expression was indescribably pitiful, the blood soaked through the clothes, the smell of blood wafted out, and the beasts around seemed to smell it, and they howled with excitement.

"Ouch, this isn't dead, it's tenacious, okay, and ask me why? Idiot! I don't know how to pretend to be rubbish! If I don't want to tease you, hehe, but in the end it's a little interesting, and I have a good mouth, but unfortunately I don't need to. Fan said unhurriedly.

It's like pinching an ant to death, with contempt and disdain on his face, and anyone who goes against him is either dead or played to death.

"Plop" the head of the person to the ground, Fan Xian's words were not halfway through, Yan Feng had already turned into a bloody man, his hand could no longer hold his head, he fell, his head rolled on the ground a few times, his face was resentful, regretful, unwilling, and with a hint of relief, it did not disperse for a long time.

The dead could not hear this, but the living heard it truly, and the remaining fourteen disciples bowed their heads, their hearts pounding, and they did not dare to think more.

"Okay, you guys can rest, if you have anything to do, remember to ask me!" Fan Xianfeng returned to a harmless appearance of humans and animals, and said.

But no one dared to believe this appearance anymore, so they hurriedly sat down one by one and entered the cultivation, wanting to forget what had just happened, and they were destined to have a bad night.

The golden net in the sky, shining, flickering and darkening, turning the sky into a chessboard, eternal and unchanging.

In the early morning, the darkness recedes and the sun shines, and the sun rises on the eastern side of the mountain, which makes people feel reassured.

The earth once again shows a majestic style, green pines and green willows, beautiful mountains and rivers.

The selection has begun before you know it!

The sun shines on the face of the setting sky, the nose bridge like a peak, the eyebrows like the tip of the pen, the curved eyelashes, and the handsome face, forming a face.

The dew soaked his clothes, which was very uncomfortable, and after a while, his eyelashes trembled twice, and he opened his eyes in the sky.

Stretching his waist, he let out a big sigh and said lazily, "Good morning!

After waiting for a while, he found that no one answered him, sat up from the grass, looked around sleepily, and found that there was no one around.

Yes, not a single person, wait!

At this time, Luotian reacted, stood up suddenly, and muttered: "It's the butterfly killing faction that made the ghost, hmph, let's go find the fat man first." ”

After speaking, he looked up at the golden silk net, found the right direction, and walked towards the center.

At the same time, I don't know how many of them are waking up in various places in this Chongyang Mountain Range like falling into the sky, and walking towards the center of the net.

Walking among the trees, stepping on the soft dead leaves on the ground, Luo Tian thought in his heart, how to win the selection, preferably the five of them together.

Now he has to fully understand his own strength, otherwise he will have to play in the real battle.

Coming to a big, thick tree, it looks good, standing still, taking a fighting stance, charging strength, and punching.

"Bang!" the fist punched a shallow pit in the trunk of the tree, almost three hundred pounds.

Sure enough, after cultivating the aura, the body also became stronger, and the strength was twice as strong as before, which was good.

Although the breakthrough failed before the falling sky, the strength did not increase, but with the help of the cocoon, the dark wounds and calluses on the body over the years have been healed, and the potential is stronger, and the strength has become greater than that of ordinary people, I don't know how much better.

But he didn't know that if it weren't for the previous exercises and the help of the cocoon, even if the aura could be enhanced, it wouldn't be so much.

After feeling the power of the body, try what kind of strength it is after the fusion of spiritual power.

I saw that the falling sky finger pinched, and the phantom butterfly flew out and landed on his heavenly spirit cover.

"That's good?" he wondered.

It didn't matter so much, punching hard, the target was still the trunk, and he obviously felt that the speed of the punch was faster.

"Boom!" a loud voice sounded, and the whole tree trembled, and the leaves fell all over him.

But the scene in front of him made Luotian dumbfounded, "This... What a great deal!" exclaimed.

The fist had already sunk into the trees, and the trunk had been more than half split, and it would take at least six hundred catties plus strong speed to do it.

He often fights with wild beasts, he understands what kind of power this is, if there is a head in front of him, it is like a hammer opening a watermelon, and the brain is splashing and exploding.

Retracting his arm, he turned red when he saw his fist, and nodded, knowing that this was not the limit of strength, and he almost knew it.

But this is not right, the phantom butterfly is a speed specialty, not strength, how can the strength be doubled.

Luo Tian recalled the mysterious voice before, and told herself that the spiritual root was very unique and needed to be excavated by herself, and she didn't lie to me!

Great, he was happy in his heart, and he was more confident in the protection in his heart.

Try your hand at speed again, take a few strides, jump, and run and feel the excitement of speed.

The grass and trees slashed at the back of his head, and the soft breeze turned into a fierce wind, as if he had been slashed by a knife when it blew across the face of the falling sky.

The speed was more than twice as fast, and he became more and more curious about his spiritual root, like a phantom butterfly but not like a phantom butterfly.

Strength, speed, what else, the unknown and curiosity, like a cat scratching the heart of the falling sky, can't help but think.

At this moment, the falling sky, the vanished fighting spirit in my heart, and the enthusiasm for the goal are slowly increasing.