Time was lost in the chat between Chen Feng and Wang Simiao, and through a simple conversation with Wang Simiao.│26nbsp;│Chen Feng guessed that although Wang Simiao is young, his cultivation should not be weak. As for who he should learn from,
Wang Simiao always refused to reveal it, and Chen Feng didn't bother to ask.
Just like that, while the two were talking happily, a long bell rumbled and suddenly rang in the air.
As the bell rang, the entire audience was in solemn silence. They all paused and looked toward the center of the stands. Under the eager gazes of everyone, in the center of the stands, a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing sky-blue clothing shook her head.
He stood up, gently pulled back his hair, and spoke.
"Fellow Taoists, the Battle of the Soul Land, which takes place once every ten years, has finally begun again! I think everyone understands the significance of this event, and there is no need for me to state it again!"
Speaking of this, the beautiful woman paused and continued: "This year, it is still the same as the previous ones. There are only a thousand people qualified to enter the Soul Land. And if you want to become one of these thousand people, you can only pass through your continuous efforts."
It is only possible to fight and win continuously, so I won’t talk nonsense, the soul battle begins now!”
With just a few words from the beautiful woman, the atmosphere of the whole scene was pushed to a peak. All the monks burst into applause, and at the same time bells were ringing in the air. In the midst of the warm atmosphere, an old man in blue floated out and hung in the air.
In mid-air, he closed his eyes and tapped the stand under his feet. A blue light followed the old man's finger and rushed towards the strange runes around the stand.
In an instant, blue light filled the sky, spiritual energy surged into the sky, and hundreds of runes of various sizes on the ground lit up at the same time, like a vast ocean, reflecting the blue of more than ten arenas.
"What is this?" Chen Feng looked at the old man's actions curiously and asked Wang Simiao next to him.
"This, this is the Sky Breaking Formation. According to legend, it can be used as a protective formation in a wide space. Otherwise, how can we build it with only a hundred meters of space? The monks are competing!"
Oh? Chen Feng nodded. He had doubts before. Competitions between monks were often overwhelming and overwhelming. How could such a small arena be used? Now after listening to Wang Simiao's explanation, Chen Feng finally understood.
"Get up!" The old man was flying in the air, his hands constantly changing his hand gestures, and blue spiritual energy flew towards hundreds of runes. After a moment, the old man shouted loudly, and turned his palms into fists. With a bang, the blue light was shattered.
, dissipated into the invisible, and the ground under the feet returned to its original state again, but the blue runes were extremely bright and beautiful.
"Reporting to the Palace Master, the Sky Breaking Formation has been successfully activated!"
After doing all this, the old man stepped into the void, bowed deeply to the beautiful woman in blue in the middle of the stands, and said loudly.
"Well, let's start!" The beautiful woman heard the words, gently moved her forehead, and said. Then the old man turned around and looked at the stand for a week, and said: "The soul battle has begun. I will read out the numbered monks and quickly come on stage.
, if the person still doesn’t show up within half a stick of incense, it will be considered an automatic exit!”
After saying this, the old man moved his clothes slightly and said in a deep voice to the stands: "Challenge No. 1, Wang Chong, number 9587, Kou Fei, number 2469, ring number two..."
As the old man's voice rang out, several monks instantly flew out of the stands and flew towards the stands where their numbers were.
Chen Feng grinned and chuckled. He was very interested in this modern competition model and couldn't help but feel a little energetic.
When Chen Feng signed up before, he already knew that his appearance time and number of games should be the next day, which meant that he would not have a chance to play today. However, Chen Feng still felt that knowing oneself and knowing the enemy was enough to win a hundred battles, so Chen Feng decided to come and take a look.
The progress of the game.
After a while, several monks had arrived on the ring. As they boarded the ring, the blue runes on the side flashed violently, and then a blue transparent light curtain slowly rose, trapping the monks on the ring.
In the arena.
On the arena, there were not too many words between the monks. Originally, there was no need for other words in such a competition. What could determine the outcome was only past combat experience and one's own cultivation.
The monks in the field were dodging and moving, their magical magic was flying, and all kinds of magical weapons were thrown out of their bodies, causing waves of roars in the arena.
In the stands, everyone looked sideways, sometimes talking quietly, sometimes pointing at the monks in the field.
As for Chen Feng and Wang Simiao, Wang Simiao was obviously also very enthusiastic about the game. From time to time, he would use some stuttering words to analyze the situation on the field, as well as the names of the monks and immortal magic, etc. to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng watched the game quietly and listened to Wang Simiao's story silently, but secretly admired Wang Simiao in his heart.
Although Wang Simiao is young, he has a very thorough understanding of the information about all the forces in the inner domain. In a short time, he clearly explained the names and connections of the monks in the field.
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Time passed quickly, and it was an eye-opener for Chen Feng. Although he had no chance to compete today, after just a few dozen games, Chen Feng did not find a single monk below the pill formation stage. In other words, this time
The monks who participated in the soul battle may have reached the level of elixir formation.
Such a large group of monks is absolutely unmatched by Zhongzhou. It seems that the inner realm is truly worthy of its reputation.
"No. 7, Wang Simiao, number 16958, Feida, number 375..." The old man's voice came again. Wang Simiao, who was sitting next to Chen Feng, looked startled, laughed strangely twice, and said to Chen Feng.
"Ah, Brother Aniu, wait, I'll come as soon as I go!"
After saying this, Wang Simiao stepped on one foot without any fluctuation of spiritual energy. Like a civet cat, he rushed out of the stands in the blink of an eye and shot towards the No. 7 ring. His movements were so fast that even Chen Feng not only cheered
!
His eyes were fixed on Wang Simiao, and he saw Wang Simiao flashing onto the ring in an instant. He was dressed in light yellow coarse linen clothes, which looked a bit out of place among the monks. However, Wang Simiao himself didn't care. He looked at where Chen Feng was, and then revealed a mouthful
White Fang giggled for a while.
Chen Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, but in his heart he liked this simple boy very much. Although he didn't know what his cultivation level was, he was definitely a friend he could make.
Opposite Wang Simiao was an old man in his fifties. The old man had an immortal spirit and a fluttering gown. There was only a ferocious scar on his face, which made the old man a bit more terrifying.
"Please, please take action!" Wang Simiao smiled when he saw the old man, gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing the strong muscles on his arms, and waved politely to the old man.
"Little baby, if you don't want to die, it's better to admit defeat as soon as possible, lest I accidentally kill you in the palm of my hand!" The old man was obviously not weak in cultivation. He looked at Wang Simiao who was young and had no spiritual energy fluctuations in his body with contempt.
, said.
"Tao, Master Daoming, I, I don't want to admit defeat. After a fight, I know that you can't look down on me!" Wang Simiao winked at the old man cutely, but did not get angry at the other's verbal contempt.
"Humph, since you know me, you must also know my methods. Since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being rude!"
After saying this, Master Daoming grasped with one hand, and a stick of floating dust appeared in his palm. Immediately, the floating dust danced, and the spiritual energy floated. A green spiritual energy suddenly rose up, turned into several green lights, and rushed towards Wang Simiao.
go.
Wang Simiao's expression remained unchanged, and there was still a faint smile on his face. As his hands danced, without waiting for any spiritual energy, they turned into faint palm shadows, shattering the flying green light one by one.
"What is this?" Not only Chen Feng, but also all the monks who saw Wang Simiao's performance exclaimed with surprise on their faces. Could it be that the other party dispersed all the spiritual energy with just his body? If that's really the case
If so, how tyrannical is the need?
Master Dao Ming was obviously shocked by Wang Simiao's actions. His eyes suddenly popped out, and he grinned from left ear to right ear with a big mouth "Huh?". He stood on the spot like a silly roe deer, and the hand in his hand fell to the ground with a snap!
"Tao, Master Daoming, you, your floating dust has fallen away!"
Seeing Dao Ming's actions like this, Wang Simiao, who was about to take action, suddenly stopped, bent down to pick up the dust on the ground, put it back into Dao Ming's hands, and then swaggered back to his original position and put on a defensive posture.
attitude.
"Ha!" The whole audience roared. Everyone was not laughing because of Dao Ming's silly look, but because Wang Simiao's actions were so loving.
"You little brat, I'm so angry!" Master Daoming trembled all over, his face turned red with anger, and he waved the floating dust in his hand angrily. Green light suddenly rose up, and the powerful energy came with a hissing sound that tore the air.
, whizzing towards Wang Simiao.
Seeing the powerful spiritual energy surging in, Wang Simiao's eyes flashed with excitement, and he raised his lips in excitement. Then the whole person disappeared from the place without any warning, and when he reappeared, he was nowhere to be found.
Unconsciously, he arrived in front of Master Dao Ming.
"Hit!" Wang Simiao's voice was like a silver dragon, and his punches were like lightning. There was no spiritual energy on the fist, but it seemed to tear the surrounding space apart, mixed with a fierce breath of death, roaring towards Daoming's face.
Come smash it.
"Huh!" A strong wind blew by, and Master Daoming was filled with despair. Such a domineering punch and such a fast speed made it impossible for him to dodge. It seems that his life is at an end today.
But what everyone didn't expect was that just when everyone thought that Dao Ming was dead, Wang Simiao steadily stopped his thunderous fist. The wind of the fist made Dao Ming's silver hair fly, but he was not injured.
Every bit!
"Tao, Master Dao Ming, I, I'm rude!" Wang Simiao strode back, cupped his hands to the pale-faced Master Dao Ming, and said humbly.
"No, no, thank you for your permission, little friend. I will bear it in my heart. I, I admit defeat! I admit defeat!" Master Daoming looked blankly at the young man in his early twenties in front of him. He felt a trace of respect for no reason, and then respectfully
He bowed deeply to Wang Simiao respectfully, turned around and walked off the ring without looking back.
In an instant, the audience burst into thunderous applause, and all eyes turned to Wang Simiao. Wang Simiao's face turned red, and his figure turned into an illusion, shooting towards the stands...
