It quickly shrunk to the size of a grain of rice and was almost invisible to the naked eye. Then the mysterious scrap iron disappeared into Chen Feng's hand, followed the meridians all the way to the Dantian, and was sucked in by the ancient tripod.
Chen Feng looked inside his dantian and found that the mysterious scrap metal had been wrapped in dragon's blood.
At this time, the mysterious scrap metal exuded a green and cold light, light and noble. Although it was only the size of a grain of rice, its momentum was extremely powerful. It was like an extremely powerful holy beast, looking down at Chen Feng proudly.
This majestic momentum cannot be suppressed even by the ancient tripod!
Chen Feng was surprised and happy. Although he didn't know what this scrap metal was, it looked like it was definitely extraordinary.
He sat cross-legged, holding a medium-grade spiritual stone in each hand, and began to absorb the huge spiritual energy in it.
There are a lot of things going on these days, and I haven't been able to calm down and practice quietly.
As the spiritual stone was crushed by the ancient cauldron, the spiritual energy was transformed into true energy, which was then taken over by Chen Feng for his own use. His strength also grew steadily.
The day and night passed quickly.
Early the next morning, Chen Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The divine light in his eyes flashed, the true energy in his body surged, and his state reached its peak.
After practicing day and night, his strength increased to ten thousand kilograms! The strength of twenty tigers!
Of course, the consumption was also huge. He consumed a total of twenty middle-grade spiritual stones, equivalent to a thousand low-grade spiritual stones. This speed, spread out, was shocking. In one day and night of practice, he consumed dozens of dollars from a disciple of the outer sect.
years of resources.
His cultivation speed is fifteen times that of a seventh-level acquired master of the same level!
Of course, half of them were eaten by Gu Ding.
Chen Feng smiled bitterly: "The speed of cultivation is indeed very fast, but the speed of consuming spiritual stones is also very fast. Twenty middle-grade spiritual stones are undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but they were consumed by me so quickly."
"But it doesn't matter. I, Chen Feng, have great skills. Why am I afraid that I won't be able to earn spiritual stones?"
Today is the third round of the competition between the outer sects. Chen Feng took a bath, changed into a green robe, and came to the outer sect of the Qianyuan Sect.
Seeing him coming, all the disciples got out of the way and looked at him with awe.
Chen Feng's reputation has spread, and everyone now knows that he is powerful and ruthless.
Chen Feng was at least a seventh-level acquired warrior, and he was already someone they wanted to look up to.
"Third round, match 33, Chen Feng versus Su Shaoyou! Start!"
The referee announced loudly.
After two rounds of fighting, only 80 of the original 320 people were left, and there were only 40 battles today. Therefore, there were many people gathered around each ring.
Thousands of people gathered around Chen Feng's Arena No. 33, more than ten times the number of others!
Everyone is paying close attention to Chen Feng, and they all want to see how far this former loser, who has risen like a comet and entered the foreign sect competition with an unrivaled dark horse attitude, can go.
In the stands, there were also a few more people dressed as elders from other sects.
Chen Feng's outstanding performance also attracted the attention of the upper echelons of the sect.
"Junior Brother Han, our little junior nephew is really good." An elder smiled at Han Cong.
The look he looked at Chen Feng was very gentle, with great expectations in it.
Han Cong smiled slightly, with some emotion in his eyes: "I hope he can soar into the sky like his master did back then!"
"What a pity! I think he will probably be like his master, who will be hacked to death before he can even fly up!"
At this time, a haggard middle-aged man in his forties walked over and said with a sneer.
Han Cong glanced at him and sneered: "So it's you! You were also a genius back then, but you were overwhelmed by Senior Brother Yan. You could have become an unparalleled strong man, but your mentality was unbalanced and your cultivation level dropped greatly, but now you are still
Wandering in the first level of Shenmen Realm!"
The person who came was Zhao Ruoxi, who was also one of the geniuses of the Qianyuan Sect back then.
But since Yan Qingyu entered the Qianyuan Sect, he has been suppressed in the limelight. He fought with Yan Qingyu several times, but was easily defeated by Yan Qingyu. He was so narrow-minded that he was so angry that he vomited blood and was seriously injured. He became seriously ill.
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A person who practices martial arts pays attention to the understanding of one thought. How can he practice well when he is obsessed with such a thing?
Zhao Ruoxi looked at Chen Feng, with deep-seated resentment in her eyes, and said with a sneer: "The enmity between Yan Qingyu and I will never stop for the rest of our lives! If he dies, it will fall on his disciples."
"I came here today just to see how Yan Qingyu's disciple died!"
Han Cong sneered: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you!"
"Su Shaoyou is the grandson of Taishang Elder Su. I don't believe he is not Chen Feng's opponent!" Zhao Ruoxi sneered coldly: "Besides, do you think Taishang Elder Su will let his grandson lose?"
Zhao Ruoxi laughed wildly and said: "This time, Chen Feng will definitely die!"
Han Cong's heart sank.
Opposite Chen Feng stood a young man in his twenties.
The young man was very fair, with a baby face, and a gentle smile on his face. He cupped his hands towards Chen Feng and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Chen, Senior Brother, I am only the sixth level of acquired cultivation. I am not as good as you. We
Just click it and it won’t hurt your life, what do you think?”
After hearing this, Chen Feng still had a good impression of him.
