The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the sun is as bright as fire. The hot sunshine bakes the earth like a huge steam oven, making it extremely difficult to breathe. ww╲w㊣ (⊙o⊙)…
Tianfeng Cliff is as high as the sky, submerging directly into the sea of clouds. From its high position, it is like a king looking down on the people. He dominates the vast mountains and has the potential to swallow up mountains and rivers.
On this day, the foot of Tianfeng Cliff was crowded with people, and it was very lively. Monks wearing various costumes, with either solemn or excited expressions on their faces, walked through the mountains, walking step by step towards the top of Tianfeng Cliff.
And among the crowd, a burly, rough-looking middle-aged man walked silently among the crowd, not attracting the attention of others at all. What is strange is that in the man's hand, there is a ring of Najie.
In addition, there is also an inconspicuous metal ring.
This person is none other than Chen Feng, who persuaded Wang Ruoyu and a group of Guanghan palace protectors to sign up for the soul battle alone.
In order to better hide himself, when Chen Feng signed up, he suddenly had a whim and gave himself the pseudonym ‘A Niu’.
It turns out that on that day, Chen Feng used a few Chinese characters to successfully subdue Qi Haifeng and exchanged it for a ring called the 'Fantasy Ring' in his hand. He also used the ring to become what he is today, arrogantly participating in the soul battle.
Sign up for event.
Among the crowd, many people were chatting and laughing, or discussing in low voices, but because no one knew him well, Chen Feng had no choice but to quietly follow the crowd alone and walk towards the top of the mountain.
"Hey, have you heard that Han Qiu from Piaoxue Island is also here to participate in the soul battle this time!"
"Han Qiu? Didn't he already go to Wanluo Cliff to look for Han Jade Sword? Why did he come to participate in the soul battle?"
"No, what's your news? I heard that Han Qiu returned to Piaoxue Island five years ago to find the Hanyu Sword, and he came to Tianfeng Cliff half a month ago!"
"That's right, Han Qiu is here. A Taoist friend I know said that he saw Han Qiu on other mountains a few days ago, and I heard that not only Han Qiu, but also many young monks who have already become famous are here to participate.
This time it’s a soul battle!”
Not far away from Chen Feng, several monks were chatting with each other. Chen Feng looked indifferent, lowered his head, looked at his toes, and walked step by step on the steps leading to the top of the mountain, but in his ears, several people
I heard all the conversations clearly.
"Damn it, let's just say that there are still a few places missing from the already few places!"
"Hey 7e! It's true what you said. Monks like Han Qiu and others, who have already become famous in the inner realm, shouldn't they stay in their own territory? If they insist on coming here to get involved, they are sick!"
"Shh! Fellow Daoist Mo, be careful what you say. I heard that many forces in the inner domain have had some minor frictions recently. This is the time to recruit a large number of disciples, so everyone is rushing for this opportunity, hoping to be
Other big forces are interested in it!"
"You mean, even people like Han Qiu want to join these forces?"
"Of course, although Han Qiu commands Piaoxue Island, Piaoxue Island is just a small place. Compared with the large forces, it is nothing. Who wouldn't want to hang out with a big force if there is a chance? It's also a shame to tell the truth!"
Several monks were talking to each other not far from Chen Feng, but Chen Feng secretly muttered in his heart that he didn't know who Han Qiu they were talking about, but judging from what they meant, it seemed that this soul battle,
It should be a mixture of dragons and snakes, and its scale will be far greater than before.
While thinking about it, Chen Feng suddenly heard an exclamation coming from behind him. He subconsciously looked back and saw that the crowd behind him was in a panic. They seemed to be avoiding something, and they seemed to be giving way to someone.
The crowd quickly separated, and they saw a silver-haired man, wearing a white Confucian shirt, walking towards the mountain with an arrogant expression. Behind him, there were several young monks who seemed to have strong cultivation, and just now the crowd
The man exclaimed because of the noises made by everyone making way for the man.
"Oh my god, it's Han Qiu!" The monks who had just spoken suddenly exclaimed when they saw the person coming, and then subconsciously retreated to both sides.
Han Qiu was very fast and soon arrived at Chen Feng's position. Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered to give way to the other party. However, although the mountain road was very big, there were many monks going up the mountain. In addition, the incident happened suddenly. Although Chen Feng
He got out of the way, but still accidentally got caught on the arm of the monk who was following Han Qiu.
"Boy, are you looking for death?" The young monk, being hung on Chen Feng's arm, suddenly stopped, turned his head and glared at Chen Feng, and said.
"Huh?" Han Qiu stopped, turned to look at the young monk, then looked at Chen Feng, and asked: "Zhao Yan, what's wrong?"
"Back to the island master, I will follow you. This kid not only refused to avoid me, but also intentionally hit me with his body!" The man named Zhao Yan looked at him and said to Han Qiu with his hands raised.
Oh? Han Qiu said softly, walked slowly to Chen Feng's side, and looked at Chen Feng.
I saw a silver-haired man who was about thirty years old, with a stern face, and an icy cold air that was vaguely exuding from his body, giving people standing in front of him a feeling of oppressive coldness that could penetrate the bones.
Chen Feng stood proudly and did not explain. He just stared at Han Qiu quietly, not feeling even the slightest bit frightened by Han Qiu's oppression.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Han Qiu suddenly smiled, but even though he was smiling, he still gave people a cold feeling: "This fellow Taoist is very faceless, and he hasn't given me his name yet!"
"Aniu!" Chen Feng said silently, and then there was another deathly silence.
On the mountain road, countless pairs of eyes looked directly at the two of them, but no one dared to speak. It was as if even the air was frozen in the silence between the two.
"Very good, I'm looking forward to your performance in the soul battle!" Han Qiu grinned, and at the same time reached out and patted Chen Feng's shoulder in a friendly manner. His behavior was like a greeting between old friends, without any trace of it.
Impurities.
But Chen Feng knew clearly that at the same time that Han Qiu's palm touched his shoulder, a cold current rushed into his body like lightning. Its violent intensity was not weaker than the powerful blow of a monk in the middle stage of pill formation.
Chen Feng's expression changed slightly, and a ball of white ice crystals suddenly rose up in his body, bringing with it vast energy, turning the cold air into nothingness in an instant, and replied lightly: "Thank you!"
Huh? Realizing that the cold air he had penetrated into Chen Feng's body was instantly disintegrated by Chen Feng, Han Qiu's eyes flashed with brilliance. At the same time, he retracted his palm, looked at Chen Feng deeply, and turned around to leave.
But just when Han Qiu turned around to leave, Chen Feng suddenly put his big hand on Qiu Han's shoulder and said, "I hope you won't weaken your reputation!"
"How dare you talk to our island owner like this?" The monk named Zhao Yan saw Chen Feng put his hand on Han Qiu, his face changed sharply, and he opened his mouth to curse. But Chen Feng just smiled lightly and said
He took his hand back and ignored Zhao Yan completely.
"That's enough, let's go!" When Chen Feng's palm left Han Qiu, Han Qiu frowned fiercely, and a trace of spiritual energy flashed across his body for no reason. Then Han Qiu turned his head and scolded Zhao Yan, and walked towards the mountain without looking back.
Let's go, and Zhao Yan glanced at Chen Feng hatefully and whispered: "Boy, be careful!" and then followed!
Looking at Han Qiu's fading figure, Chen Feng smiled faintly, and thought in his mind, the soul battle was indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Just now, he injected the ice fire into Han Qiu's body, but it was instantly melted by him. He wanted to come to him
His cultivation level was not weaker than his own, but Chen Feng didn't know that Han Qiu was frightened and angry.
Unexpectedly, before the soul battle had even begun, he almost suffered a loss at the hands of a little-known monk. This made the always arrogant Han Qiu not angry.
After Han Qiu left, calm returned to the mountain road again. However, the way everyone looked at Chen Feng seemed to have changed. However, this did not affect anything. Chen Feng still lowered his head, looked at his toes, and listened.
The words of other monks walked towards the mountain step by step.
The top of Tianfeng Cliff is unusually wide, with numerous buildings and buildings, and is very lively. The entire peak is no smaller than the size of a city.
After reaching the top of the peak, the monks were led by several welcoming boys and walked towards a huge building on Tianfeng Cliff.
Entering the building, Chen Feng was shocked. He saw that the building covered an area of 10,000 meters and was surrounded by huge stands made of huge stones. Under the stands, there were more than ten cut-out venues, each of which was 100 meters long.
It's big and small, and there are some weird runes-like words carved around it.
Chen Feng stood at the entrance of the stands, turned his hand over and took out a jade plaque with numbers engraved on it. Then he quickly found his seat in the stands and sat down according to the numbers on the jade plaque.
When Chen Feng sat down, he looked around the stands carefully.
I saw that the huge grandstand that could dissolve tens of thousands of people was now full of people. In the center of the grandstand, Wang Ruoyu was sitting quietly. Beside him, there were also several people with gorgeous clothes and extraordinary appearance.
Men and women, many of them are at the helm of several major forces.
Behind these people, many monks dressed in uniforms sat in separate groups, their eyes scanning the field. At a glance, it was obvious that they were the core disciples of several major forces.
There was a lot of people in the stands, and there was a lot of chaos. Many monks were whispering to each other and talking about something in low voices. While Chen Feng was looking around curiously, a weak voice beside him suddenly remembered in Chen Feng's ears.
"Hehe, this brother, brother, brother, brother, Wang, Wang Simiao, dare, dare to ask me your name!"
When Chen Feng heard the other party's stuttering words, he turned around and saw a thin, honest-looking man next to him, about twenty-twenty-twenty-three years old, looking at him shyly.
"Aniu, I wonder if Brother Wang has any advice?" Chen Feng looked at this big boy who was a little stuttering and blushed when talking to others, and couldn't help but smile a little knowingly.
"No, it's okay. I just want to ask who the brother is. So, are you good at that brother?" Wang Simiao is obviously not experienced in the world, and his words are still a little immature, but Chen Feng is very willing to make friends with such a simple person.
Some friends started laughing.
"It's too awesome to be mentioned. I just want to broaden my horizons and hone myself!"
"Huh!" After hearing Chen Feng's words, Wang Simiao let out a long sigh, relaxed a lot from his nervousness, and grinned: "That's great, I'm most, most afraid of being with powerful people, yes, yes
pressure!"
Wang Simiao said it easily, but Chen Feng found it difficult to listen, but Chen Feng still smiled happily, because the presence of Wang Simiao seemed to relieve Chen Feng's slightly nervous heart...
