In the dream, Ye Feng is the master, and all the rules can be changed in a single thought. Ye Feng can even use the power of dreams to create a dream suitable for practice. Ye Feng can practice in the dream to suit himself.

Attributes of martial arts skills.

At the same time, while comprehending the power of dreams, Ye Feng also did some research on the divine patterns of the dream formation. He found that the divine pattern itself integrated too many attributes and powers.

It can evolve into many forms, and the dream divine pattern is one of them. Through the divine pattern, it gathers the power of heaven and earth to evolve the attributes of the dream.

With Ye Feng's understanding of the way of divine patterns, it is easy to thoroughly understand this set of divine patterns.

"Now that I have basically mastered all the attributes of the power of dreams, it's time to go out."

A satisfied smile appeared on Ye Feng's face. Unexpectedly, a trip to the dreamland would actually give him a harvest.

"Ye Feng has no chance, he will be eliminated! Still want to welcome the princess?"

Some strong men spoke jokingly. Some people who had prejudices against Ye Feng showed disdain on their faces.

"Ye Feng is just famous in Zhao country. What does he mean to the entire Qingyun Domain?"

Another strong man said jokingly.

"Why!"

In the main stand, King Zhao looked helpless and couldn't help but sigh, losing confidence in Ye Feng's promotion.

Zhao Xinyi also showed a hint of worry, and said secretly in her heart: "Is Ye Feng really going to be eliminated?"

"Wake up! Someone wakes up again!"

At this moment, another voice came out from the crowd, which immediately attracted the attention of many people. Among the remaining people who had not woken up, a young figure slowly opened his eyes, with a pair of deep eyes.

Release a dazzling light.

"It's him, Ye Feng! Ye Feng actually woke up at this time! It's simply incredible!"

At this moment, many people's eyes fell on Ye Feng, their eyes filled with unbelievable luster.

"The 20th strong man to wake up, this Ye Feng is really lucky!"

Seeing that Ye Feng woke up last, many people thought that Ye Feng was lucky.

Even the King of Zhao thought so.

Seeing Ye Feng wake up, a touching smile appeared in Zhao Xinyi's beautiful eyes. Ye Feng did not disappoint her.

“Just take the last train!”

Ye Feng did not have too many requirements for his performance in this round. After all, what really determines the ranking is the performance in the last round.

"Twenty people are enough. This round of competition is over!"

After Ye Feng woke up from the dream formation, the presiding minister on the main stand stood up from his seat and spoke loudly to the people below.

As soon as the presiding minister finished speaking, the four strong men guarding the crowd participating in the competition fired several spells one after another and descended on the dream formation.

Suddenly, the runes on the Dream Formation surged rapidly, strange lights flashed, and the entire formation began to become extremely unstable.

Those strong men who were still immersed in dreams seemed to feel the throbbing of the formation, and woke up from their dreams one after another, with blank expressions on their faces.

When they saw that twenty people had woken up from the formation first, a look of loss appeared on their faces.

However, they also had to accept the reality. They were eliminated.

Even though they are extremely talented, they are also divided into strong and weak ones.

"Trash! I didn't expect you to be lucky enough to advance. Then, in the next round of competition, your life will not belong to you!"

When Ye Feng walked off the stage, Huang Yanming said coldly to Ye Feng.

"If you want to kill me, you must have that ability. Don't forget, there are many people in your sky city who want to kill me, but no one has succeeded. They all died in my hands."

Ye Feng sneered at Huang Yanming, not paying attention to the other party's provocation. He sarcastically walked past him.

Huang Yanming's face turned livid with anger. How could he forget about the Sky City? It was simply a shame to his Sky City!

The main purpose of his coming this time was to kill Ye Feng. In the last round of the competition, he, Huang Yanming, would definitely take Ye Feng's life.

At the end of the second round of competition, the presiding minister ordered a half-hour rest. Ye Feng did not waste time, just sat cross-legged and began to consolidate the power of dreams.

Soon, half an hour passed, and the presiding minister announced the start of the third round of competition. This round of competition will also determine the final ownership of the Prince Consort.

"The third round of the competition is about your true combat power, and you choose your opponent by drawing lots. The winner is promoted, and the loser is eliminated. The rules are simple and direct, and it can best test the true strength of the cultivation base. The person who wins in the end will be

He is my royal consort of the Zhao Kingdom!”

The presiding minister spoke loudly to the remaining twenty people, and his voice seemed to be filled with endless temptation, making those people high-spirited. There seemed to be a terrifying fighting intention burning in their eyes.

Next, lots will be drawn, and two people who draw the same lot will be each other's combat opponents.

Soon, twenty people came to the stage to draw lots.

Ye Feng's opponent is Liu Gang, a genius from the Liu family of Liang who just woke up from the dream formation before him.

"I'm really lucky. I actually drew the weakest person among the twenty people. It seems that everything is the same and I, Liu Gang, will advance to the next round!"

When Liu Gang saw that he and Ye Feng had drawn the same lottery, the corner of his mouth curled up, and a proud look appeared on his face. He thought that he was simply too lucky.

Among the twenty people present, Liu Gang was not sure of winning any one he faced, and even had trouble protecting himself.

Only Ye Feng and Liu Gang are absolutely sure to defeat Ye Feng. You must know that he is a strong man at the peak of the eighth level of Zhenwu. It is not easy to defeat a person of the third level of Zhenwu.

"The first round of drawing is over, and everyone can go to the battlefield to fight in ten groups at the same time. Let's start now!"

The voice of the presiding minister came again, and after hearing his words, the crowd's eyes froze slightly.

Ten groups fighting at the same time can save a lot of time. After one round of fighting, half of the people will be eliminated.

Sikong Xuan, Wei Zhentian, Huang Yanming, Liang Bupo and other four people also drew their own opponents, and everyone started fighting.

Sikong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe flowing with the wind, looking extremely chic. His opponent was an eighth-level Zhenwu expert from a major sect in the Chen Kingdom. He was very famous throughout the Chen Kingdom and was extremely talented.

Strong combat power.

"I give up!"

However, even so, when faced with Sikong Xuan, that man didn't even have the courage to fight and directly admitted defeat.

Perhaps, he knew that the gap between him and Sikong Xuan was more than just a tiny bit, so admitting defeat was the best choice.

Sikong Xuan's body just stood there. From the beginning to the end, he only glanced at the young man lightly, not paying attention to him at all.

Only Sikong Xuan in the field had such a privilege of being promoted without fighting. Opponents such as Wei Zhentian, Huang Yanming, Liang Bupo and others chose to fight one after another.

Wei Zhentian was extremely angry like this. He and Sikong Xuan should be about the same strength. Why, Sikong Xuan can enjoy the benefits of promotion without fighting, but Wei Zhentian can't?

Therefore, Wei Zhentian did not hold anything back and destroyed his opponent within three moves, making the opponent pay the price of despising him.

In addition, Huang Yanming and Liang Bupo also solved the battle within three moves. They were extremely strong, and the crowd was amazed at the strength of these two people.

"With the third level of Zhenwu cultivation, do you want to admit defeat on your own, or do you want me to kill you with one move?"

In a certain position on the battlefield, Ye Feng and Liu Gang stood opposite each other. Liu Gang said jokingly to Ye Feng opposite him, his words were direct and overbearing. In Liu Gang's view, with his strength, facing a person with low cultivation like Ye Feng, he would

It should be so domineering.

"Ye Feng and Liu Gang were actually drawn together. They were the last two people to wake up from the formation in the second round of the dream formation. But Liu Gang's cultivation has reached the peak of the eighth level of Zhenwu, which is much higher than Ye Feng's.

After reaching the five realms, there should be no suspense in the battle. Ye Fengfeng was crushed by Liu Gang!"

Many people were paying attention to what was going on with Ye Feng and Liu Gang, and some people speculated.

And his guess is not unreasonable. Among the twenty people, only Ye Feng's cultivation level has not exceeded the fifth level of Zhenwu. The other nineteen people are all strong men above the eighth level of Zhenwu.

Ye Feng is very lucky to be able to reach this point.

"I think it would be better for Ye Feng to imitate Sikong Xuan's opponent and admit defeat directly. Otherwise, Liu Gang will definitely not be able to reap any good results."

A strong man said, not because he looked down on Ye Feng, but because the cultivation gap between Ye Feng and Liu Gang was too big. He had never seen anyone who was at the third level of Zhenwu who dared to compete with a strong person at the eighth level of Zhenwu.

Competitive.

"Destroy me with one move? I really want to know, where did you get such a loud tone?"

Ye Feng looked at Liu Gang with a sneer and said nonchalantly. His eyes were full of contempt.

"You don't know how to live or die! This is the first time that I, Liu Gang, have seen a guy like you who has only the third level of Zhenwu and is so arrogant!"

After listening to Ye Feng's words, Liu Gang's eyes were particularly cold and he said: "In that case, then you should pay the price for what you said!"

As he spoke, Liu Gang's aura bloomed violently, and a layer of battle light rose above his body, releasing endless battle power.

He roared and punched out, and the huge shadow of the fist instantly enveloped the entire space. The power of the punch was enough to destroy the body of an ordinary ninth-level Zhenwu strongman!

"Pai Shan Zhang!"

Ye Feng didn't bother to talk nonsense to the other party, and directly struck out with his palm. The terrifying power of the mountain surged in the palm of his hand. Lines were engraved on the surface of the palm, and the terrifying attributes of the gun were integrated into it. With one blow,

, the strength exceeds 300,000 kilograms!

"Boom!"

At this moment, a shocking sound was heard throughout the world, the palm prints and the fist light collided, and the power of destruction spread in the void.

Ye Feng's body was as motionless as a mountain, but Liu Gang let out a scream and flew backwards. While his body was still in the void, he let out a harsh scream.
Chapter completed!