The other party's vitality was still very dim, but Yang Feng could clearly feel that the vitality in his body began to slowly gather, and even his soul began to slowly condense.

Yang Feng knew very well that his pills could not condense the soul at all.

The opponent's soul began to slowly condense. This was not the effect of Yang Feng's elixir, but because his soul was disintegrating, it was not the trauma of the soul itself.

The other party's soul slowly disintegrates because the sea of ​​consciousness breaks down.

Now that his sea of ​​consciousness has begun to be restored, his soul has gradually condensed.

No matter what the other party's recovery speed is, Yang Feng is still very satisfied.

The pill did not disappoint him, and the effect even exceeded his expectations.

Seeing Xiu Xin's eyes, Yang Feng knew that Xiu Xin had not told him about the fake Jihe.

Yang Feng was quite satisfied with Xiu Xin's approach. After all, the other party was far from recovering. Knowing that such a thing is easy to leak.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "You can rest assured to recover from your injuries, don't worry about other things."

The other party said respectfully: "Affect your senior brother's instructions."

After saying this, he took the initiative to enter the room to continue healing his wounds.

After the other party left, Xiu Xin said, "I didn't tell him about you. In fact, after Ji He left, he came to comfort me. He told me that Ji He took away those spiritual herbs to fulfill his master's last wish and become the Dan Emperor as soon as possible. In fact, he didn't hate Ji He at all."

Yang Feng also sighed a little. Ji and these two junior brothers and sisters seemed to have much better character than him.

...

After returning to his residence, Yang Feng did not go out again. He immediately threw the flame beehive in front of the golden bee queen in the True Spirit World, and several golden bees that were doing nothing in the True Spirit World.

After seeing the flame hive, he rushed over immediately and soon disappeared into the flame hive.

Yang Feng did not continue to observe the golden bee, and withdrew from the True Spirit World to start refining the alchemy.

He agreed to send some ferry consciousness pills to Qi Shisan. Although Qi Shisan hasn't come yet, he still plans to refine it first.

On the third day, Wu Qi's cultivation level was restored to half.

Yang Feng gave some divine crystals and elixirs to Xiu Xin and Wu Qi. He told Xiu Xin that he would leave and would not come to the Star Tower again.

Xiu Xin vaguely knew that Yang Feng was going to participate in the competition. Now Yang Feng said he would not come again. She didn't ask too much, but said that they would leave the holy city when Wu Qi recovered.

...

When Yang Feng arrived at Holy City Square, the Holy City Square was already overcrowded.

The contest represents the highest level of fighting under the entire enlightenment.

Almost everyone who can come here to watch the game will come here.

There is only one battle stage in the middle of the square. The several strong men sitting on the main stage responsible for the judgment were all those who could not see Yang Feng’s cultivation.

Yang Feng glanced at him and soon found a disciple of the Divine Sect. He hurriedly walked over and asked with his fists, "Senior brother, may I ask if Thirteen is here?"

The disciple also knew Yang Feng. Seeing Yang Feng ask Qi Shisan, he hurriedly returned the court and said, "It turns out that it is Dan Emperor. Senior Brother Thirteen should be in seclusion. I don't know very well what the situation is."

Yang Feng did not continue to ask again. Qi Shisan was trapped in the secret realm for so many years, so it was normal for him to go into seclusion after returning.

As for things like Dushi Dan, Yang Feng didn't want others to bring them to Qi Shisan.

This kind of thing is too precious, so he gave it to Qi Shisan himself.

An old man with a blushed face flew out from the main stage. He was the old man who had previously hosted the secret realm to display the god grass.

He stood above the huge stage in the middle of the square and said: "Dear disciples participating in the competition, the competition is about to begin. We will decide the top ten in the shortest time, and the top ten are the places to enter the Shenquan. As for the rankings involving the secret realm and the resource allocation of sects after the eleventh place, we will slowly decide after the top ten enters the Shenquan. Now please pay attention to your qualification cards, which contain the number of games and opponents you participate in. I hereby announce the regulations of the sect alliance. There is no restriction in the competition battle until one of the parties admits defeat. If one of the parties admits defeat, the other party shall not continue to attack the killer. Disciples who fall on the competition are the result of the battle. No sect or individual shall seek revenge and take the opportunity to revenge with the result of the battle."

After finishing speaking, the old man turned around and landed on his seat.

Yang Feng shook his head, the old man's second half of the sentence was equal to nonsense.

I just said, you can't seek revenge because of the results on the stage.

Not only did they not say that they would really do so, they didn’t even have a little punishment.

It can be imagined that those who should seek revenge after the battle will still seek revenge.

This may be to make those disciples of small sects dare not kill the core disciples of large sects casually.

From the old man's words, Yang Feng also heard that the competition seemed to be not only related to the quota of Shenquan, but also to some other things.

After the red-faced old man announced the start of the game, the square became silent and Yang Feng's qualification card also shook.

Yang Feng's spiritual sense scanned the qualification card and indicated a row of small characters on it.

"Ji He, No. 95, opponent No. 41, Game 16."

Yang Feng had just seen his game clearly when a big man in purple landed on the stage.

Yang Feng didn't know this man in purple. Before this man in purple came to the stage, he could feel the aura of the man in purple that this man in purple was a strong man.

In terms of strength alone, I'm afraid it's not much weaker than Ji Ping.

"The first game was Lou Xi, so some of them were watched. Lou Xi ranked seventh among the twelve sons, and I don't know who was unlucky, but he actually met Lou Xi."

The low voice of the cultivator next to him made Yang Feng hear that the big man in purple clothes on stage was named Lou Xi, who was also one of the twelve sons and the seventh guy.

So far, he has seen five of the twelve sons.

Bai Yi, Huo Qi, Guo Hao, Ji Ping, Lou Xi.

Lou Xi's tone was very rough. He hugged his fist on the fighting platform and said in a rough voice, "Tiandao Lou Xi, let's learn about it here."

As Lou Xi's voice fell, another man of medium size fell on the stage.

After the man came up, he didn't say anything, and directly sacrificed his magic weapon and attacked Lou Xi.

However, his strength is obviously far from Lou Xi. As soon as the two of them fought, Lou Xi completely suppressed him.

In less than half a stick of incense, the man was hit in his chest by several blue lights.

Several blood mists spurted out from his chest, and at the same time, they opened their mouths and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

With his state, I'm afraid he can't say it even if he wants to admit defeat.

Lou Xi should not be a ruthless person. When his opponent was so blasted by him that he couldn't even say anything, he immediately stopped.

It was not until Lou Xi stopped that his opponent said the word "saying forfeit".

If Lou Xi hadn't stopped, the cultivator would have been killed by Lou Xi.

After the two went down, they came on stage again.

Yang Feng saw that this was a knockout match.

A hundred people fight, and fifty people can be decided in one round of this knockout round.

The battle was going on very quickly, and Yang Feng could hear the origins of some fighting cultivators on the battle platform from the immortal cultivators who were discussing next to him.

Generally speaking, the cultivators of major sects win more than lose less.

The cultivators who come to participate in the competition are indeed much stronger than ordinary cultivators, but in Yang Feng's opinion, if they are at this level, there will be no problem with him entering the top ten.

The battle ended in the 14th round, and a female cultivator was on stage.

Yang Feng heard from the cultivators around him that this female cultivator was named Yeping, and she was also one of the twelve sons, ranking tenth.

The female cultivator's opponent is Andy, the casual cultivator who traded with Yang Feng's Flame Hive.

After Yeping came on stage, he had nothing to say, but he just sacrificed a lotus sword platform.

Yang Feng knew that the magic weapon of the Lotus Sword Platform was very powerful.

It is a lotus platform composed of a sword formation. Once it is trapped by the lotus sword platform, even if it is one level higher than the opponent's strength, it will be difficult to get out, and it will eventually be penetrated by the ten thousand swords.

Andy gave Yang Feng a more average feeling, and he felt that Andy would not be the opponent of Yeping.

When Andy and Yeping were fighting together, Yang Feng knew that he had misjudged the person, and Andy was far more terrifying than he showed.

And Andy's magic weapon is also very strange, just a wisp of black smoke.

The black smoke was obviously something without any strength. After being sacrificed by Andy, it turned into a series of real smoke shields and a series of black smoke killing lights.

The unreal black smoke killing light and the Yeping sword formation were thrust together, and it did not disintegrate in half.

The powerful star and smoke exploded, and soon obscured the two of them fighting.

The battle platform blocked the spiritual consciousness. The two of them had a fierce fight, and Yang Feng's eyes could not see clearly who had the upper hand.

Flashes of whimpering sounds came from the stage. It was clearly in broad daylight, but this sound gave people a feeling of coldness.

The Xingyuan exploded and never stopped after the two of them came to the stage to fight.

After a full stick of incense, a figure of Qianxiu flew out from the center of the explosion, hit the restriction on the stage, spewing out a few mouthfuls of blood, and slid to the ground. Yang Feng could see clearly that this was the night screen.

"I lost."

The night screen that had slid to the ground admitted defeat without waiting for Andy to continue to take action.

Since she had not gotten up on the ground for half a day, Yang Feng knew that Yeping was seriously injured.

There were waves of noise in the square, and the battle has been the first unpopular one.

A casual cultivator actually defeated Yeping, who ranked tenth among the twelve sons. Doesn’t this mean that this casual cultivator also has the strength to win the twelve sons?

Andy smiled calmly, hugged and clasped his fists at the audience, and then walked off the battle stage slowly.

The fifteenth game has begun, and the cultivators in the square are still talking about the fourteenth game, and Andy has also become the focus of everyone's attention.

Yang Feng glanced at Andy, no wonder this guy was not afraid of Ji Ping's threat. His strength was definitely not worse than Ji Ping.

Even if you don’t use your spiritual sense to observe Andy’s detailed fighting situation, Yang Feng can guess that Andy’s defeat of Ye Ping does not use all his strength.

In other words, this guy also hides his strength.

The fifteenth game passed quickly, and Yang Feng's qualification card lit up again.

Without hesitation, Yang Feng jumped directly to the battle table.
Chapter completed!