Everyone despised the defense of the armor of the monk who challenged Ye Feng. No one, including Ye Feng and the helm leader, expected that such a violent attack would not defeat the monk.

Under Ye Feng's full force, the sledgehammer at the magical power level did not penetrate the armor, and even left no trace.

However, this attack was not without any effect. The powerful force was transmitted to the monk through the armor.

The cultivation route of this monk is different from that of a common monk. It focuses on the mystery of skills and moves, and it is much worse in terms of physical strength.

After all, having such a set of armor naturally does not have to focus so much on defense.

"Puff!" The monk's mouth of blood was sprayed out. Because he was strictly blocked by the helmet, the mouth of blood was sprayed on the entire helmet, staining the transparent eye mask into red.

This greatly affected his vision.

If this strike hit someone else, wearing such a set of armor will at most be a suffocation and will not cause trauma to the inner abdomen.

Ye Feng went down with one hammer, felt the defense of the armor, and felt a little annoyed in his heart, and he was about to give up the second hammer.

But when he heard the opponent's blood spurting, he knew that his chance had come.

The sledgehammer in his hand completely gave up any moves, just like Xiong Dahai did when forging a weapon, he completely used the embryo of the monk in front of him as a weapon, and then hit the monk one after another.

Seeing the super defensive power of this set of armor, Ye Feng also loved it in his heart. He was afraid that he would hurt the armor. After each hammer fell, he changed direction and did not all hit the same point.

According to the rules of the competition, once the opponent admits defeat, he or she shall not attack again.

Ye Feng also knew this, but in order to get this set of armor, he didn't care about it anymore. The hammer in his hand was like the wind. Every time it fell, it would cause great damage to the monk in the armor. One hammer would make the monk.

He spewed out a mouthful of blood and had no chance to beg for mercy.

The monks outside the formation were shocked to see it. Who said that this person could only use toxins? If anyone said this again, let him experience the feeling of falling from the sledgehammer.

This is a cultivator of the half-step magical power level, and he is wearing such a set of super defensive armor. Now he is like a sandbag and is beaten by Ye Feng.

"Bang!" The monk finally couldn't bear such a violent attack and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Ye Feng did not spare the monk because of the fall. He rode his butt on the monk, and the big hammer continued to fall.

The monks outside had completely seen Ye Feng's face and offended this person with great frustration. They were completely a way to kill him. They had obviously lost the ability to resist, so they wanted to completely kill the opponent.

Although there are many monks who died in the two selections, they usually stop attacking when they lose their resistance.

It is rare for this person to take action as ruthlessly.

Wen Shan's face looked a little ugly. He said a lot of bad things about Ye Feng just now, thinking that Ye Feng would definitely lose, and he said sarcastic words very happily. Now the situation has changed a lot in an instant, which makes his face feel hot.

"Huh!" Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, jumped up from the monk's body, and through the exploration of his spiritual sense, he found that the monk had been completely killed by himself. What's even more sad is that the monk's clone was hitting such a powerful attack

It hit, and it was shattered by shock.

Ye Feng didn't know where the mechanism of this set of armor was, and he couldn't master it, and he felt a little regretful. It would be better to leave the clone of the monk, so that it would be easier to master the method of opening the armor.

However, it is absolutely impossible to keep treasures of this level to others, so Ye Feng simply put all the armor and the monks inside into the storage bag.

In the eyes of everyone, it is stored in the storage bag, but in fact it has entered the inner world.

The work of cracking armor was handed over to Xiong Dahai. This guy is good at forging weapons, so this little thing should not be difficult for Xiong Dahai.

Ye Feng strode out of the formation, "Oh, it's such a headache, but I'm so tired!"

Everyone was speechless. Not only did this person's ruthless method, he was still behaved when he got a cheaper one. He killed such a powerful opponent and got a set of super defensive armor, but he still said he was tired. Then what was he?

Looking at the entire formation, Ye Feng is the last one to end the battle, and the number of people there has been counted.

All the injured monks were eliminated, and the remaining monks were 315,664.

There are more than 15,000 more disciples than the Immortal Palace.

If Ye Feng was recruiting disciples, he would definitely forget it. The monks who can pass the assessment continuously are objective combat power, so it would be okay to recruit more.

However, the helm leader of the Immortal Palace does not have this right, and can only eliminate these extra monks as required.

"Everyone, congratulations on passing two consecutive battles, but this is not the final celebration. Some people have exceeded the final number of people. In order to meet the final number of people, they can only be eliminated and selected again." The helm leader looked at the following ones in front of him.

Monk.

Everyone was waiting for the final decision.

"It's more than 15,664 people, then draw lots and choose 31,328 people from you to compete. This time, as long as the winner doesn't care whether he is injured or can defeat his opponent.

The one is my disciple of the Immortal Palace.” said the helm leader.

Such rules have a certain lucky component. There will be 310,000 people in the 310,000 people to compete, which means that the probability of unlucky people is one-tenth, and most people will pass the test directly.

Even if the monks are dissatisfied, they are unable to change this situation. They can only pray that they are lucky and do not have to fight another battle.

In order to ensure fairness, the selection of monks was left to the formation to make a decision.

All the monks stood in the formation, and those who were left behind by the formation fought, while those who were rejected by the formation became disciples of the Immortal Palace.

Ye Feng was very curious about this formation. The world is so big. With his understanding of various formations, he still couldn't understand this formation. Otherwise, he would definitely control the changes in runes and exclude himself.

, becoming one of the lucky ones, he really can't get interested in fighting at such a level. Once he shows any means, he will still attract other people's attention.

However, there was no time for him to understand the changes in the formation. The helm leader beat the formation and started to select monks.

No one wants to participate in another battle, and even if he has absolute confidence in his combat effectiveness, he does not want to do anything more.

One by one, the monks were rejected by the formation, and they were very excited to stand outside the formation. The efforts of so many days were finally realized at this moment, and the excitement was unspeakable.

Ye Feng was also somewhat expecting to be rejected, but until the last moment, the formation did not exert spiritual energy on his body.

Ye Feng almost swears in his heart. As a seal painter, his research on the formation can be said to be very exquisite, but he still cannot control such a formation. He is really a failure in being a human being.

Looking at the monks who had successfully left, I accidentally saw three familiar faces.

One of them was Cheng Yin, whom he had saved from the ruins. This female monk was very lucky. His opponent's cultivation was not strong twice. He was defeated by Cheng Yin in the Golden Immortal Stage, and this time he became a lucky person.

The other two were two tall and short monks who had been with Ye Feng for a few days, and at this moment they officially became disciples of the Immortal Palace.

Feeling a bad gaze, Ye Feng also looked over. It turned out that Wen Shan, the owner of the Fenglei mirror, was staring at him.

"Fortunately you left, otherwise I would have encountered it. Not only would you not be a disciple of the Immortal Palace, but you would also be killed by me. The Fenglei mirror in your hand will also change hands!" Ye Feng said provocatively.

"Hmph, it's also your luck. If I meet you, I will let you swallow the poison you have refined by yourself!" Wen Shan is not a good person either.

The work of selecting monks in the formation was completed, and the next step was to group these monks.

As the light flashed, the monks were separated in groups.

"Tsk tsk!" Ye Feng smiled, "This is really lucky, someone has sent another magic weapon!"

It turned out that Ye Feng's opponent was the monk who fought with Wen Shan in the ruins. Ye Feng clearly remembered that the monk had an armor-breaking shield in his hand.

It just so happened that I was missing some handy magic weapons when I joined the Immortal Palace. Isn’t this just a piece of it delivered?

Those iconic magic weapons and weapons must not be displayed in the Immortal Palace, especially the Dragon Slaying Sword, which is simply a symbol of Ye Feng's identity.

Now that we have that set of armor with extremely high defense, plus the armor-breaking shield in the hand of this monk, the two defensive magic weapons have greatly increased. The only thing Ye Feng felt was that he lacked an attack.

If the magic weapon of sex can capture the Fenglei mirror in Wen Shan's hand, it will be even more perfect.

"Arrogant! I want to thank you for sending me a set of armor. With this set of armor, I can definitely take over the Fenglei mirror in Wen Shan's hand." The monk said coldly, and he has been thinking about Wen Zhong.

The wind and thunder mirror in Shan’s hand seems to be a bit inevitable.

"Don't be sad. When you die, I will burn you a paper-pasteed wind and thunder mirror to satisfy your last wish in life. It is said that in that world, everything is made of paper-pasteed." When it comes to bickering, there are also

How many people can compare with Ye Feng, this guy is definitely at the level of a master.

As soon as these words were said, let alone the cultivators opposite, even Wen Shan outside the formation was a little angry.

"It's useless to say more nonsense, you'll still see the truth!" The monk understood that he was not Ye Feng's opponent, and there was no need to be so angry that Ye Feng was upset.
Chapter completed!