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Chapter 51: Registration

The man in black struck fiercely, his gun flashed, and the cold light dimly illuminated the room.

"die!"

He let out a low growl.

The spear's radiance is astonishing, it turns out to be a warrior in the Qi Transformation Realm!

boom!

The terrifying spear was like a dragon, directly hitting Chu Feng's head.

At the critical moment, he seemed to have seen the scene of killing Chu Feng!

However.

At this moment! Sigh! Chu Feng's eyes suddenly opened and closed, and a divine light flashed through them.

His eyes were deep and he looked straight at the man in black!

Buzz!

An invisible force burst out from Chu Feng's eyes.

Sharp as a sword, leaving no trace!

There was an invisible sharp sword that came out of his mind and slashed out. Bah! It passed directly through the body of the man in black and went straight into his mind. The black man's heart thumped and he had a splitting headache, as if it was about to burst.

Same.

next moment.

Chu Feng stood up, blasted out with a palm, and killed him directly.

"Isn't it Shen Tuhong?"

Stepping out of the stone vat, Chu Feng took off the veil of the man in black, and it turned out to be Senior Brother Zhao whom he had seen in the forest!

"Too!"

"My true spirit of swordsmanship can have a huge effect on warriors with the first level of Qi transformation in a hurry, but it is difficult to shake those with the second level of Qi transformation!"

"I never imagined that the first time the true spirit of swordsmanship takes action, it will be against you!"

He whispered to himself.

Ordinary warriors cannot be distracted when refining and practicing.

But Chu Feng is different.

He has condensed the true spirit, his physical body does not move, and the true spirit is entrenched!

Any movement around you is being perceived in every detail!

The moment the man in black arrived at the attic, Chu Feng had already sensed it and exited the state of cultivation.

Therefore, Senior Brother Zhao never thought that the moment he appeared here, his outcome was already doomed!

When Zhi was bombarded by the true spirit of swordsmanship, he was momentarily absent-minded, leaving him without even a chance to react and was killed on the spot!

"It seems that the formation of Wanbao Pavilion is nothing more than this! Even a mouse can't be stopped!" Chu Feng's eyes flashed, he grabbed Senior Brother Zhao and threw him out, and then the door was closed tightly.

Wanbao Pavilion is covered by a formation.

It was difficult for Senior Brother Zhao to come in quietly and find his own residence. Obviously, it was a test of Wanbao Pavilion.

"You still don't believe in my strength!" He smiled bitterly, ignored it, returned to the stone jar again, closed his eyes and practiced.

There are men in black attacking and killing people in Wanbao Pavilion. Someone from Wanbao Pavilion will come to deal with it later!

The attic was silent.

After a while, a boy came over, dragged Senior Brother Zhao's body, and left quietly.

in the dark.

A figure dressed as a scholar loomed, eyes slightly narrowed, "It's a bit interesting."

"Eighth Level of Hundred Refining, Instant Killing Aura Transformation!"

"Even the true spirit has been condensed, Chu Feng? There was something extraordinary about the young man who came out of Feiyun Sect! It is said that Ye Qing's root bones and spiritual veins also came from you? He lost his innate root bones and extracted the accompanying spiritual veins.

, and still have such a talent!”

"Could it be a monster?"

"If that's the case, that would be interesting!"

"I hope you can be undefeated, which can be regarded as a good relationship that I, the Wanzhan Tianzong, have formed with you!"

The master of the pavilion disappeared quietly, as if he had not appeared.

The night is as dark as ever, quiet and peaceful.

the next day.

After a night of silence, Chu Feng woke up.

After practicing at night, he was full of energy and energy, and the medicine in the stone jar had been exhausted.

"As expected of the Demon Sword Lotus!"

"Although the medicinal bath here is only one-tenth as effective as the qi-transforming essence-blood medicine, the speed at which it is refined in one night is enough to be terrifying!"

"and!"

He sensed himself slightly, punched out, and the air wave boomed.

"Qi transforms into essence and blood. It's really extraordinary. My strength actually increased by thousands of kilograms!"

Little things add up, and more or less progress will occur every time you take a medicinal bath.

Regarding this.

Chu Feng is already very satisfied.

He is currently only at the eighth level of Hundred Refining, and his physical strength is already nearly 40,000 kilograms! It is not impossible to break through the limit of 100,000 kilograms in the realm of Hundred Refining!

After a little tidying up, at this time, a young man in Tsing Yi knocked on the door.

"Master!"

"The Ten Thousand Battle Platform is about to open. Please follow me to the Ten Thousand Battle Platform to sign up!"

The boy in Tsing Yi pointedly added, "Wanzhantai, there is no rule that all people should be treated based on true information, you can do whatever you want!"

"I understand." A strange light flashed in Chu Feng's eyes and he nodded.

Wanzhan Terrace is located deep in Wanbao Pavilion.

The structure of this Wanbao Pavilion attic is very peculiar in itself. The floors are surrounded by floors, and the most central area is opened up. It covers an extremely vast area and is an ancient battle platform.

From every attic, you can watch the battle here!

"Name, age, cultivation level." Outside the battle stage, people gathered, and there was an old man with white hair sitting on one side, registering the competition list.

"Chu Feng."

"Eighteen years old! Eighth level of hundred refinements!"

Chu Feng thought for a moment and said loudly.

"Are you sure?" The white-haired old man glanced at Chu Feng, somewhat disbelieving.

"certainly!"

"Can't Wanzhantai hide real information?"

Chu Feng asked with a smile.

"Okay!" The white-haired old man lowered his eyes, threw over a token with the word "Chu Feng" on it, pointed to a room behind him, and said impatiently, "Since you don't want to judge people based on true information, go pick out a mask yourself.

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