Chapter 56: The Power of Ten Thousand Categories
It quickly shrunk to the size of a grain of rice and was almost invisible to the naked eye. Then the mysterious scrap iron disappeared into Chen Feng's hand, followed the meridians, came to the Dantian, and was sucked in by the ancient tripod.
Chen Feng looked inside his dantian and found that the mysterious scrap iron had been wrapped in dragon's blood.
The mysterious scrap iron at this time exudes a cold and cold green light, light and noble. Although it is only the size of a grain of rice, its momentum is extremely powerful. Like an extremely powerful holy beast, it looked down at Chen Feng proudly.
This majestic momentum cannot be suppressed by even the ancient tripod
Chen Feng was surprised and happy. Although he did not know what this scrap metal was, it seemed that it was , absolutely extraordinary.
He sat cross-legged, holding a medium-grade spiritual stone in each hand, and began to absorb the huge spiritual energy in it.
There are a lot of things going on these days, and I haven’t calmed down to practice quietly.
As the spiritual stone was crushed by the ancient tripod, the spiritual energy was transformed into true energy, and then was taken over by Chen Feng for his own use. His strength was also growing.
The day and night passed quickly.
The next morning, Chen Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The divine light in his eyes flashed, the energy in his body surged, and his state reached its peak.
After practicing day and night, his strength increased to ten thousand kilograms and the strength of twenty tigers
Of course, the consumption was also huge, and he consumed a full twenty pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones. , equivalent to a thousand low-grade spiritual stones. This speed, spread out, is appalling. His practice day and night consumed the resources of an outside disciple for decades.
His cultivation speed is fifteen times that of the seven-level acquired masters of the same level
Of course, half of them were eaten by the ancient tripod.
Chen Feng smiled bitterly, "The speed of cultivation is indeed very fast, but the speed of consuming spiritual stones is also very fast. Twenty middle-grade spiritual stones are undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but they were consumed by me so quickly. "It's gone."
"But it doesn't matter. I, Chen Feng, have great skills, but I'm afraid I won't be able to earn spiritual stones."
Today is the third round of the outer sect competition. Chen Feng Feng took a bath, changed into a green robe, and came to the outer sect of the Qianyuan Sect.
Seeing him coming, all the disciples got out of the way and looked at him with awe.
Chen Feng’s reputation has spread, and everyone now knows that he is powerful and ruthless.
Chen Feng was at least a seventh-level acquired warrior, and he was already someone they wanted to look up to.
"The third round, match 33, Chen Feng vs. Su Shaoyou begins"
The referee announced loudly.
After two rounds of fighting, only 80 of the original 320 people were left, and there were only 40 battles today. So there are a lot of people gathered around every ring.
Thousands of people gathered around Chen Feng’s Arena No. 33, more than ten times more than others
Everyone was paying close attention to Chen Feng and wanted to see this. Rising like a comet with an unrivaled dark horseHow far can the former loser who entered the external sect competition go?
In the stands, there were also a few more people dressed as elders from other sects.
Chen Feng’s outstanding performance also attracted the attention of the upper echelons of the sect.
"Junior Brother Han, our young nephew is really good." An elder smiled at Han Cong.
The look he looked at Chen Feng was very gentle, with great expectations in it.
Han Cong smiled slightly, with some emotion in his eyes, "I hope he can soar into the sky like his master."
"It's a pity. I think he will probably be like his master. Before he could fly up, he was chopped to death with a knife."
At this time, a haggard middle-aged man in his forties walked over and said with a sneer.
Han Cong glanced at him and sneered, "It turns out that you were a genius back then, and you were overwhelmed by Senior Brother Yan. You could have become an unparalleled strong man, but your mentality was unbalanced and your cultivation was too great. Surrendered, but now he is still wandering in the first level of the Shenmen realm."
The person who came was Zhao Ruoxi, who was also one of the geniuses of the Qianyuan Sect back then.
But since Yan Qingyu entered the Qianyuan Sect, he has been outshined. He fought with Yan Qingyu several times, but was easily suppressed by Yan Qingyu. He was so narrow-minded that he was so angry that he vomited blood and was seriously injured, becoming seriously ill.
A person who practices martial arts pays attention to the understanding of one thought. He was worried about such a thing in his heart, how could he practice well
Zhao Ruoxi looked at Chen Feng, with deep-seated resentment in his eyes. He sneered and said, "The grudge between Yan Qingyu and I will never stop for the rest of our lives. If he dies, it will fall on his disciples."
"I came today just to see, Yan Qingyu How did your disciple die?"
Han Cong sneered and said, "I'm afraid I will disappoint you."
"Su Shaoyou is the grandson of Taishang Elder Su. I don't believe he is not Chen Feng." opponent." Zhao Ruoxi sneered darkly and said, "Besides, do you think Elder Su will let his grandson lose?"
Zhao Ruoxi laughed wildly and said, "This time, Chen Feng will definitely die."
Han Cong's heart sank.
A young man in his twenties stood opposite Chen Feng.
The young man is very fair, with a baby face and a gentle smile on his face. He cupped his hands at Chen Feng and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Chen, Senior Brother, I am only the sixth level of acquired cultivation, not as good as you. Let's stop here without harming our lives. What do you think?"
Chen After hearing this, Feng still had a good impression of him.
Chapter 56: The Power of Ten Thousand Categories
It quickly shrunk to the size of a grain of rice and was almost invisible to the naked eye. Then the mysterious scrap iron disappeared into Chen Feng's hand, followed the meridians, came to the Dantian, and was sucked in by the ancient tripod.
Chen Feng looked inside his dantian and found that the mysterious scrap iron had been wrapped in dragon's blood.
The mysterious scrap iron at this time exudes a cold and cold green light, light and noble. Although it is only the size of a grain of rice, its momentum is extremely powerful. Like a strong headThe huge holy beast looked down at Chen Feng proudly.
This majestic momentum cannot be suppressed by even the ancient tripod
Chen Feng was surprised and happy. Although he did not know what this scrap metal was, it seemed that it was , absolutely extraordinary.
He sat cross-legged, holding a medium-grade spiritual stone in each hand, and began to absorb the huge spiritual energy in it.
There are a lot of things going on these days, and I haven’t calmed down to practice quietly.
As the spiritual stone was crushed by the ancient tripod, the spiritual energy was transformed into true energy, and then was taken over by Chen Feng for his own use. His strength was also growing.
The day and night passed quickly.
The next morning, Chen Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The divine light in his eyes flashed, the energy in his body surged, and his state reached its peak.
After practicing day and night, his strength increased to ten thousand kilograms and the strength of twenty tigers
Of course, the consumption was also huge, and he consumed a full twenty pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones. , equivalent to a thousand low-grade spiritual stones. This speed, spread out, is appalling. His practice day and night consumed the resources of an outside disciple for decades.
His cultivation speed is fifteen times that of the seven-level acquired masters of the same level
Of course, half of them were eaten by the ancient tripod.
Chen Feng smiled bitterly, "The speed of cultivation is indeed very fast, but the speed of consuming spiritual stones is also very fast. Twenty middle-grade spiritual stones are undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but they were consumed by me so quickly. "It's gone."
"But it doesn't matter. I, Chen Feng, have great skills, but I'm afraid I won't be able to earn spiritual stones."
Today is the third round of the outer sect competition. Chen Feng Feng took a bath, changed into a green robe, and came to the outer sect of the Qianyuan Sect.
Seeing him coming, all the disciples got out of the way and looked at him with awe.
Chen Feng’s reputation has spread, and everyone now knows that he is powerful and ruthless.
Chen Feng was at least a seventh-level acquired warrior, and he was already someone they wanted to look up to.
"The third round, match 33, Chen Feng vs. Su Shaoyou begins"
The referee announced loudly.
After two rounds of fighting, only 80 of the original 320 people were left, and there were only 40 battles today. So there are a lot of people gathered around every ring.
Thousands of people gathered around Chen Feng’s Arena No. 33, more than ten times more than others
Everyone was paying close attention to Chen Feng and wanted to see this. How far can the former waste who rises like a comet and enters the outer sect competition with an unrivaled dark horse attitude, go?
In the stands, there were also a few more people dressed as elders from other sects.
Chen Feng’s outstanding performance also attracted the attention of the upper echelons of the sect.
"Junior Brother Han, our young nephew is really good." An elder smiled at Han Cong.
The look he looked at Chen Feng was very gentle, with great expectations in it.
Han Cong smiled slightly, with some emotion in his eyes, "I hope he canJust like his master, he soared into the sky"
"What a pity, I think he will probably be like his master, being hacked to death before he can fly up"
At this time, a haggard middle-aged man in his forties walked over and said with a sneer.
Han Cong glanced at him and sneered, "It turns out you were a genius back then and were suppressed by Senior Brother Yan. I am out of breath. I could have become an unparalleled strong man, but my mentality is unbalanced and my cultivation has dropped greatly, but now I am still wandering in the first level of Shenmen Realm."
The person who came here is Zhao Ruoxi, who was also Qianyuan back then. One of the geniuses of the sect.
But ever since Yan Qingyu entered the Qianyuan Sect, he has been outshined. In several battles with Yan Qingyu, he was easily outshined by him. Narrow, he was so angry that he vomited blood and was seriously injured.
People who practice martial arts pay attention to one thought. How could he be able to practice well with such a thing in his heart?
Zhao Ruoxi. Looking at Chen Feng, with deep-seated resentment in his eyes, he said with a sneer, "The hatred between Yan Qingyu and I will never stop for the rest of our lives. If he dies, it will fall on his disciples." ”
“I came today just to see how Yan Qingyu’s disciples died.”
Han Cong sneered, “I’m afraid I will disappoint you.”
"Su Shaoyou is the grandson of Taishang Elder Su. I don't believe he is not Chen Feng's opponent." Zhao Ruoxi sneered and said, "Besides, do you think that Taishang Elder Su will let his grandson lose?"
Zhao Ruoxi laughed wildly and said, "This time, Chen Feng will definitely die."
Han Cong's heart sank.
A man in his twenties stood opposite Chen Feng.
The young man was fair, with a baby face, and a gentle smile on his face. He cupped his hands at Chen Feng and said with a smile, "Junior brother Chen, I am only the sixth grade of tomorrow. He's not as good as you in terms of cultivation. Let's just stop it without harming our lives. What do you think?"
After hearing this, Chen Feng still had a good impression of him.