In the competition arena, the atmosphere seems a little tense, and two auras fill the surroundings, making people feel suffocating and almost breathless.

The stones on the ground are shaking steadily, and the space seems to be twisted, creating layers of ripples.

Swish.

Chen Feng and Ying Heng's bodies disappeared from the spot like lightning.

Bang!

The next second.

Chen Feng and Ying Heng collided suddenly, and a dull sound came out.

"Eighteen poses of dragon fist."

As soon as Chen Feng took action, there was a strong wind and heavy rain.

His iron fists danced the sky, and the eighteen purple gold dragons phantoms roared out and shook the sky.

"Break it for me!"

Ying Heng roared, and his spiritual power exploded.

Tear.

A sharp sword light slashed out, tearing all the eighteen phantoms of purple gold dragons into pieces.

In front of Ying Heng, a sword with the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon was radiating a faint light, rising and falling.

"cut!"

Ying Heng controlled the spirit sword and slashed towards Chen Feng.

Seeing this, Chen Feng gently tapped the ground with his toes, and his body disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

"Cang Lei Tribulation Finger."

Chen Feng pointed out his right hand and a beam of lightning shot towards Ying Heng.

Ying Heng felt the danger coming, so he let out a low voice and subconsciously blocked his body with a spiritual sword.

Bang.

The lightning beam hit the spiritual sword, and the huge force shocked Ying Heng to retreat several steps in a row.

Ying Heng's face changed, and he felt that his body was paralyzed by lightning, almost unable to move, and his qi and blood were boiling, as if he was about to vomit blood, but he forced it down.

"Zhenwu Sword Technique."

Chen Feng shouted softly, and he took this opportunity to directly use the Zhenwu Sword Technique.

A series of sharp Zhenwu sword energy passed by, as if torn apart the heaven and earth, and slashed towards Ying Heng.

Seeing this, Ying Heng looked bad, so he quickly dodged and avoided the attack of Zhenwu sword energy.

Damn it.

Ying Heng cursed softly, feeling very unhappy. He is a powerful Jindan stage player. He was forced to be like this by a half-step Jindan stage weak cultivation and was at a disadvantage. He was so embarrassed.

"This kid Chen Feng is OK. It's really not easy to be so embarrassed with Ying Heng, who has the strength of the Golden Pill stage."

Under the ring, Xiang Qing was surprised when he looked at this scene, and he shouted in a low voice.

"He has a very solid foundation. Although his moves are not very exquisite, his spiritual power is no longer as strong as that of a cultivator in the Golden Elixir Stage. If Ying Heng does not show his true strength, he may not be his opponent."

Even Ren Wen, who was a little inconsistent with Chen Feng, praised him and pointed out Chen Feng's shortcomings.

Chen Feng has a solid foundation and is still a half-step Jindan stage cultivator. Compared to real Jindan stage masters, there is still a huge gap.

It is not visible in a short period of time, but if the battle is delayed for a long time, Chen Feng may be defeated due to insufficient spiritual power.

Half-step golden elixir fight golden elixir?

The defeated person must be a half-step golden elixir. From the moment the spiritual world exists, no one can violate this iron law.

This is the gap between realms that no one can cross.

"die!"

Ying Heng was angry and no longer retained his strength.

Ying Heng exploded with all his strength, controlled the spirit sword, and slashed towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng felt a terrifying aura locking his body and unable to move at all.

The danger of death is coming!

Chen Feng didn't dare to retain his strength and did his best.

"The ultimate sword style of Zhenwu Sword Art, Zhenwu Demon."

Chen Feng shouted softly and directed his right sword. He ignored the injuries to the meridians in his body and maximized the output of spiritual power.

Tear.

A sword energy containing terrifying spiritual power, carrying sharp and sharp sharp light, slashed out.

clang!

The two sword energy collided with each other, and a shocking sound came.

Then, the dazzling light rushed straight into the sky, and the dazzling light made the people around him unable to help but close their eyes.

"How is this possible?"

When the light disappeared, the people around the ring couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw the scene in front of them, and showed shocked gazes.

"How did he do it?"

Someone had a look of difficulty suffocation on his face.

I saw Chen Feng standing proudly on the ring, while Ying Heng, who had the cultivation level of the Golden Pill stage, lay on the ground, unable to move at all, and did not know how to live or die.

It's simply!

Chen Feng, a cultivator with a half-step Golden Pill stage cultivation, actually defeated a powerful cultivator with a Golden Pill stage cultivation head-on!

When the news came out, the entire square of Tianyuan City was boiling, and everyone gathered to watch.

Chen Feng became famous all of a sudden!

Everyone was talking about Chen Feng!

"Chen Feng, you can, you can actually defeat the Golden Pill stage cultivation with your half-step Golden Pill stage, breaking the iron law of the entire spiritual world from ancient times to the present!"

Xiang Qing stood up excitedly, patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, and said excitedly.

“Accident, accident.”

Chen Feng said modestly when he heard this.

"Boy, you have a future."

Ren Wen was shocked by Chen Feng's performance.

"Thank you for your praise from the teacher."

Chen Feng clasped his fists at Ren Wen and thanked him.

After closing the game, Chen Feng gave up directly without going to the ring.

The battle just now made the meridians that had just been repaired in his body seem to be breaking again.

So Chen Feng didn't dare to continue using spiritual power to fight anymore. He had to take a break, otherwise he would become a waste who could not use spiritual power.

Of course, Xiang Qing assured Chen Feng that his performance just now would be enough for Taishan Academy to give him additional quota of candidate qualifications.

The reason why Chen Feng worked so hard was because of this candidate qualification. Now Xiang Qing said he could get it, so he didn't have to continue to participate in the qualifying competition.

Soon, the qualifying match ended.

The teachers from Taishan Academy were not prepared to continue staying in Tianyuan City, so they decided to set off for Taishan Academy.

The Taishan Academy is located in the central part of Qingzhou. This Taishan Academy is not the other Taishan, but it is the place where the spiritual veins in Qingzhou gather, so the Taishan Academy is located on Mount Tai.

Mount Tai is tens of thousands of meters high, like a sharp divine sword, pointing directly to the sky, with a magnificent momentum.

However, Taishan Academy is tens of thousands of kilometers away from Tianyuan City. If you use your feet, even if they are all cultivators, it will probably take several years to arrive.

the next day.

Chen Feng and thousands of people gathered outside Tianyuan City.

"Will we really let our hike?"

A look of confusion appeared on Chen Feng's face and he said in his heart.

When Chen Feng thought of the scene of thousands of immortal cultivators rushing to the road, he found it funny.

"Tianhua Treasure Ship."

Xiang Qing looked solemn and made a spell mark with both hands.

Then, Chen Feng felt a flash in front of him, and a treasure ship as huge as a hill floated in the air.
Chapter completed!