Chapter 273: Understanding the Tao in the Wind

"Don't worry, this princess is not a child, so she will never cheat. You should take out your bets first and let me see it." The dragon princess said with a smile.

"I have nothing good here, only one Infant Condensation Pill." The silver-haired scholar took out a fire spirit pill with a finger-sized look, which looks like a Nascent Soul. [bsp;    "I have a fourth-level low-level demon pill of the monster golden crocodile here." The old monster with long-brow gritted his teeth and took out a pigeon egg, which exuded amazing spiritual power, and was second only to the demon pill of the Nascent Soul of the cultivator.

"I have a piece of black gold divine iron."

"I have a flag with the upside down of the five elements here."

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Other referee monks also took out their treasures, not only because they were afraid of the dragon princess being unhappy, but also because they wanted to show off, but also to win the dragon princess' treasures.

As masters, they all have a high status and a deep background. The items these referee monks took out are rare items. Every time they exhibited one, they would arouse a burst of exclamations from other monks.

"Well, I didn't expect you all to have some collections. Since that's the case, I'll get some things." The dragon princess looked at the items taken out by the silver-haired scholar and other monks, her eyes lit up, and she was quite interested.

It turns out that the dragon princess is used to seeing treasures in the East China Dragon Palace, and almost everything they want is available, but the things that are within their reach will never be as good as what they have worked hard to get. Even if the former is more precious than the latter, even if the way to get the harvest is gambling.

"I don't know what princess you are going to bet on with us. If it's too good and too expensive, we dare not accept it." The silver-haired scholar said with a smile.

The old monster and others nodded in agreement. They all looked modest, but in fact they were worried that the items taken out by the Dragon Princess were not as valuable as the treasures they brought out, but they didn't dare to say that they were all tactful.

Although they knew that the Dragon Princess had a very high status and would not lack treasures, they were still uneasy. After all, the Dragon Princess was betting on all of them alone, and the items they took out must at least be as valuable as the treasures they took out. Although they did not dare to be arrogant in front of the Dragon Princess, they were still very confident in the items they took out.

In addition, in their opinion, Ye Feng will definitely lose. The treasures taken out by the Dragon Princess are more related to their final gains, so they naturally care very much.

"Hehe, actually I don't have any good things to bet on. There is only this water-level low-grade Nascent Soul, please see if it's enough." The dragon princess said with a smile.

"Ninth Soul"

The cultivators were a little disappointed at first. When the dragon princess said the word "Ninthian Xiang", they couldn't help but exclaim, their eyes full of passion and desire.

The Nascent Soul of a monk is similar to the Demon Pills of a Monster. It can be used to refine elixirs or even directly refine it. However, the Nascent Soul of a monk is obviously more valuable because the cultivator is more wise than the Demon Pills and starts practicing the exercises since the Qi training stage. The spiritual power in the Nascent Soul is much purer than that of the Demon Pills, especially suitable for human cultivators.

In addition, the Nascent Soul of a monk is like a golden elixir, which contains the lifelong learning and understanding of a monk. It can not only improve the spiritual power of a monk, but also improve the realm of a monk. This demon pill cannot be compared with anyway.

Therefore, although the Nascent Soul taken out by the Dragon Prince is a low-level, and although it is in the early stage, although it is the same level as the fourth-level lower-level demon pill taken out by the old monster of the long-brow, its value is immeasurable, which is enough to match the sum of various treasures taken out by all monks such as the silver-haired scholar.

"Enough, of course enough. I didn't expect that the princess could actually take out the monk's Nascent Soul"

The silver-haired scholar was quite moved. He thought that he would get a Nascent Soul immediately, even a master like him couldn't help but feel impatient.

"Why can't I take out the cultivator's Nascent Soul? You've taken out a demon pill. For you, demon pills are ordinary things. For our dragon clan, the same is true for the golden elixir and Nascent Soul. There are many such Nascent Souls in our East China Sea Dragon Palace." The dragon clan princess said.

"Yes, yes, since the gambling matter has been settled, let's continue to watch the competition between the head of the Ye family and Zhang Wuji."

The silver-haired scholar is quite unnatural, and Changmei and others are the same, and they are unwilling to get involved in this issue. The weak and strong prey is the law of heaven. Cultivators can treat monsters as cultivation resources. Monsters and demon cultivators also regard ordinary people and human monks as hunting targets.

However, as one of the monks, the silver-haired scholar and others saw that the dragon princess had taken it out of the storage ring and put it in their hands to play with it, at most it was a finger-sized one. The precious light flashed, and the baby-like golden Yuanying still could not remain completely calm, although the owner of this Yuanying should have nothing to do with them.

The competition on the ring was in full swing, without any pause due to the bets made by the Dragon Princess and the Silver-haired Scholars.

Click

The superimposed characters are extremely powerful and are not controlled by the dragon claws at all. When the dragon claws emitted by Ye Feng were approaching, the speed was still not reduced at all. Before the dragon claws could even grab the characters, the characters could penetrate the dragon claws in one fell swoop, bombarding the dragon claws into the water blue spiritual power visible to the sky, and then continued to hit Ye Feng.

"A very powerful move, just writing a few words, is even more powerful than the monks such as Lin Qingfa sacrificed the golden elixir. They are also great monks of the Great Perfect Golden Pill, so there are indeed a big difference."

The cultivators exclaimed. At the same time, Ye Feng was calm and calm. Facing the attacking characters, he did not dodge or avoid. His big hand wafted a sharp dragon-shaped finger wind.

The finger wind is as sharp as a sword, as fast as lightning, and even more powerful as a real dragon, blocking the characters in an instant.

"burst"

A trace of horror flashed in Zhang Wuji's eyes, and he immediately shouted coldly. Before he finished speaking, the characters exploded violently like thunder talismans.

Boom

In the thunderous loud noise, a powerful aura swept across the entire arena instantly. A dazzling and powerful light flashed in a flash. Looking at the finger wind had long been blown away by the characters.

If Ye Feng had not been vigilant, his body refining cultivation was strong, and he had a black magic treasure robe on his body, he would not only be shattered, but also seriously injured himself.

As for Zhang Wuji, he was safe and sound. Before the characters burst, the Fenglei Bao Pen slashed around him casually like flowing water, and his whole body was immediately covered by a layer of silver transparent light curtain.

Boom, boom, boom...

This was obviously the first time. After that, Ye Feng issued many finger winds, and Zhang Wuji wrote more characters. The characters burst one after another, and the two were killed and it was difficult to distinguish.

After a while, Zhang Wuji finally lost his patience. He thought Ye Feng could not support him for too long, but he did not expect that Ye Feng's spiritual power seemed to be inexhaustible as if it was connected to the East China Sea. He emitted nearly a thousand fingers of wind. He could not help but show no signs of fatigue, and he became more and more brave as he fought.

Seeing that the move to consume Ye Feng's spiritual power was not practical, Zhang Wuji naturally would not wait any longer, otherwise he would have ended up with a draw like Nangong Qiu before.

After all, Ye Feng's cultivation is low. If the two of them don't decide the winner in the end, the referee monk will definitely be judged to win because of Ye Feng's outstanding performance.

However, the monks who watched the game were used to it were used to it, especially as bystanders, they felt far less profound than Zhang Wuji in the ring.

"Head Ye, I'm worried."

Zhang Wuji is not like some of the previous genius monks. Although he is arrogant, he will not be aggressive. He knows more clearly that this is just a competition. No matter what wins and loses, there is no need to tear his face with his opponent. So before he takes another move, he reminds Ye Feng first.

Ye Feng smiled slightly. Of course, he knew that Zhang Wuji would have more powerful methods, and was waiting and guarding at all times. He didn't need Zhang Wuji's reminder at all. However, Ye Feng felt Zhang Wuji's kindness, so he also said before he made a move: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you have also paid attention."

Swish...

Ye Feng no longer used the true dragon finger while speaking, but instead sacrificed the sound killing flying sword. A sword light attacked Zhang Wuji like a flowing cloud, and like a wind sweeping over the remaining clouds.

Obviously, Ye Feng was unwilling to continue to waste time like this, especially Ye Feng also understood that Zhang Wuji had to say anything, and there would definitely be other stronger moves, so his real dragon finger obviously had to be changed.

Sure enough, while Ye Feng exerted the sword light, Zhang Wuji raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, immediately grabbed the Fenglei Bao Pen. Then he flew up in the air, like a master of calligraphy, quickly swinging the Fenglei Bao Pen, and wrote a dazzling silver word in the void.

"wind"

This word is the wind of Fenglei Bao's pen. As soon as this word came out, a strong wind broke out on the entire arena in an instant, and even the restrictions around the arena shook violently.

The monks outside the ring had their hair and robes flying with the wind, and the solid ground of the ring had even been marked by the strong wind for many years.

Ye Feng in the strong wind immediately flew up like a kite with a broken string. Even Ye Feng used all his strength to activate the golden elixir in his body, it would be useless.

Looking at Zhang Wuji again, he was safe and sound, and he didn't even have a single hair blown. Obviously, as the owner of the Fenglei Pian Pen, he was not affected by the strong wind.

Click, click, click

The sound killing sword light produced by Ye Feng kept breaking through the strong wind, making a crisp sound of tearing metal, constantly approaching Zhang Wuji, but finally, one foot away from Zhang Wuji, could not support being swept out by the strong wind.

"What trick is this? The Fenglei Bao Pen is so powerful. Is this still a medium-grade magic weapon? Even the legendary top-grade magic weapon may not have such power, right?" The cultivators outside the field closed their eyes and faced the banned power that weakened most of the strong wind, and started to talk in an extremely shocked tone.

The wind is sometimes the gentlest existence in the world, but sometimes it can tear everything apart, roll up tsunamis, blow away houses, and pull up towering trees. At this time, the wind belongs to the latter, even countless times stronger than the latter. If a red copper mine, which is known for its strength, will be crushed in an instant in the strong wind.

Bang, bang, bang

Ye Fengsheng couldn't help but be swept around the strong wind, and continued to hit the restriction around the ring, making a huge, dull sound, as if he would die at any time.

"Ye Feng, you can't be defeated just like this. I bet you win. If you are defeated, the Nascent Soul I would have planned to help break through the realm will be gone. The Nascent Soul is a matter of the Nascent Soul. It is an extremely embarrassing event for me and the Ye family." Outside the field, the Dragon Clan Princess thought nervously.

"If the head of the family cannot win, just admit defeat. Don't think about taking the risk of hurting yourself as before," said the Ye family cultivators.

"The head of the Ye family is indeed not Zhang Wuji's opponent. This time, we, Penglai Xianmén, finally saved a quota that should belong to us. We can also win in gambling and get the Nascent Soul provided by the Dragon Princess." The silver-haired scholar, the old monster with long-browed eyebrows, thought happily.

"If you kill him, Zhang Wuji, you must kill the one with one's surname Ye. As long as the one with Ye is killed, the Nascent Soul of the Dragon Clan princess is also insignificant." The Japanese and the cultivators of the Hai family were looking forward to it.

However, although Ye Feng was unable to control himself and had no ability to backhand in the ring, he was obviously not as dangerous as the cultivators imagined. This was not because Qianfeng was not lethal enough or Zhang Wuji showed mercy, but because Ye Feng's body refining cultivation was extremely powerful, and his body alone was comparable to a medium-grade magic weapon.

What's more, Ye Feng was wearing a black magic robes, and also had a heavenly magic weapon shield, colorful spirit yu, etc. In addition, Ye Feng had practiced a water-based technique, and the water spiritual power could especially moisturize and heal the body. Therefore, although Ye Feng was embarrassed at this time, it was not too dangerous.

Of course, there is no danger for the time being, but it does not mean that this is possible. If Ye Feng does not find a way to get rid of this predicament, it will not take long for the black magic clothes and other treasures on Ye Feng's body to be worn out, and Ye Feng's spiritual power will be greatly lost. Moreover, Zhang Wuji must have other more powerful tricks that have not been used.

Even if Ye Feng can continue to support him, Zhang Wuji doesn't mind until the end of the competition. Ye Feng will be sentenced to lose the competition because he is always at a disadvantage.

"The pen of Feng Lei Zhang Wuji is indeed well-known. This is just Feng. It's so powerful. If thunder comes out, it will definitely be even more shocking."

The more dangerous it is, the more you have to stay calm. Ye Feng understands this truth very well, so at this time, Ye Feng first forced himself to calm down, and then quickly tried various methods.

Ye Feng first sacrificed the dragon, but found that the dragon, who was naturally good at controlling wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, could not withstand the strong wind and even needed his protection.

The reason is very simple, because Ye Feng's white dragon is too weak now, and his realm is much lower than Ye Feng himself, so he naturally cannot expect it to help Ye Feng win.

Ye Feng released NV Gui Lian again, but found that NV Gui Lian had no entity, especially fearing the strong wind containing the power of wind and thunder, so he quickly took NV Gui Lian back like a dragon before it was injured.

The nv ghost pity is not good, and the previous demon sound is not bad, and the soul gathering banner will naturally not have any effect. Now release of the soul gathering banner will probably only destroy the soul gathering banner, so Ye Feng directly skipped the soul gathering banner method.

Ye Feng then tried the power of the Qinglong Fist, instantly killing the flying sword, the ancient black gold sword, the seven-star step, the spiritual rat brick sky step and other methods, but found that it could not be used in the strong wind at all. As for other Wusun Tianma suitable for charge, there was no black gold flying ants or white yu spiders that grew, and Ye Feng naturally would not have hope.

Hi

Ye Feng wanted to fix himself on the ring, so when he was thrown to the ground by the strong wind, he shouted violently, swung his arms, and punched them together, and actually hit the ground of the ring.

As a result, Ye Feng's arms chucked into the ground, and his whole body was temporarily fixed with the ring. However, without Ye Feng taking the next move, the ground on the ring was quickly polished by the strong wind under Ye Feng's nose, and Ye Feng was blown up again.

"I always thought I had many methods and couldn't use them all, but now I found that there was no method that could help me get out of this predicament. Could it be that I really want to lose this competition? In fact, I was already very good at entering the top seven of the Qianlong Conference. Even if I lose now, I am sure to get fifth. After competing so many times, I am already very tired. Why don't you give up like this?"

Ye Feng suddenly felt tired. Since he was reborn, or after major changes in his previous life, he has been tense and has never really relaxed. When he relaxed at this time, the idea of ​​retreating immediately became uncontrollable and poured up like water.

"No, the ancients said that if you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world? I can't even overcome this difficulty in front of me. How can I talk about turning the tide and changing the general trend of the world?" Ye Feng clearly felt the cowardice in his heart, and couldn't help but get angry. When his eyes were cold, he immediately cheered up again.

"Hey, it seemed like..."

Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that just when he was planning to leave fate, the strong wind around him became more harmonious with his body. Although the degree of harmony was not very large, or even very mild, it was not something that could not be discovered by anyone who was as careful as a hair, but it really existed.

Ye Feng felt as if he had found a breakthrough point, and immediately seized this feeling and relaxed himself again. However, this time, he relaxed differently from the last time. Last time, he could be said to be giving up, but this time he retreated to advance. And this time, Ye Feng was looking for the feeling of following the flow with a purpose.

Gradually, Ye Feng felt a familiar feeling, as if he had returned to the depths of the sea, and was surging powerful water flowing to practice swordsmanship and body refining techniques.

"Head Ye, what's going on? Why did he close his eyes? Could it be that he had fainted or had been killed?" The audience cultivators were shocked and suspicious.

"Am I ruthless? It's impossible. The head of the Ye family clearly had spiritual power emitted, and the treasure robes on his body were constantly resisting the strong wind." Zhang Wuji thought for no surprise.

"Should we take action immediately and move Ye Feng out to end this battle with no hope of winning?" thought the eight demon cultivators of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.
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