Because the Wang Zhaoyan he saw was not joking, the look in those faint eyes was filled with lust and desire.
"Think about it, I don't need you to be responsible." Wang Zhaoyan breathed like blue, and instead of retreating, he moved forward. His proud peaks approached Lin Feng, he winked coquettishly, and whispered softly in Lin Feng's ear.
Immediately, he let out a laugh like a silver bell and walked off the duel field.
Lin Feng laughed dumbly.
I have always heard that demon women are open to the public, so what they say is true.
Demons have distinct classes, and the weak prey on the strong. Demon women often rely on powerful demons to survive, so they admire the strong. They rarely have true feelings of their own, which is different from humans.
In itself, the emotions of demons are much lighter than those of humans.
"This, is it over?"
"It's too fast."
"That's right, I just blinked and it was gone. It still felt like I was talking for a long time. {无＋ wasn't hurt at all. Isn't it a lie?"
"I don't know. Fantasy combat and close combat are of course different. Just like dreaming. A dream can last for a moment, a year and a half, or even ten or a hundred epochs."
The battle ended too quickly, and everyone had not yet recovered.
After all, this is somewhat beyond their ability, and only less than half of the warriors, such as those saints, can really understand it.
"What a terrible willpower."
"Even I can't break Wang Zhaoyan's illusion so easily." Yulun Saint sighed, looking at Lin Feng's young figure, he was filled with admiration.
He saw the right person.
"The only quota for the resurrection competition is no longer variable." Yulun Saint knows the strength of the five contestants. Among them, Lin Feng is undoubtedly the strongest.
The rest, whether it is Gu Jian or Tao Demon Holmium, are about the same strength as Xi Jue and cannot stop Lin Feng from advancing.
The duel field on the other side.
"Win!" Gu Jian gasped for air, with a few more wounds on his body. After a fierce battle, he finally won the second victory.
"I wonder how Brother Lin is doing. He should still be fighting now."
Gu Jian jumped down from the duel field.
He was naturally concerned about Lin Feng. Both of them came from the Hundred Saints Martial Palace, and they were competitors, like enemies and like friends. When he landed, Gu Jian looked at another duel field, and was suddenly startled.
There was nowhere to be found in the duel field.
"It's over!?" Gu Jian looked into the distance, shocked.
He had already defeated Xi Jue quickly, but he didn't expect that Lin Feng was faster than him. Listening to the voices of the surrounding audience, Gu Jian almost understood what was happening.
"As expected, he is the opponent I recognized." Gu Jian clenched his fists, full of fighting spirit.
Among the five, only he and Lin Feng had two wins.
Lin Feng closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Six hours was not enough time to practice. Lin Feng had no intention of practicing to regain his fighting strength and maintain his energy. Although he was fully confident, he could not be careless in everything.
Until the last minute, everything may change.
Soon, the third round started in full swing, with Lin Feng facing off against Tao Mohu from the Hellfire Sect. In this battle, Wang Zhaoyan had an upset and lost to Xi Jue.
In fact, Xijue himself was seriously injured.
"What a strange mirror mixed with a cave treasure. It should rebound." Lin Feng was very curious. Xijue was indeed seriously injured. His strength was not as good as Wang Zhaoyan's, but a mirror turned defeat into victory.
Wang Zhaoyan's illusion was blocked.
"Her illusion is strong, but it is not as strong as the Hundong Xuanbao." Lin Feng thought to himself.
After all, the Hundong Xuanbao is two levels stronger than the fantasy world, so it cannot be generalized.
As if he noticed a gaze, Lin Feng turned his head and met Tao Moholmium. The latter was shocked, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned around unnaturally, not daring to look at Lin Feng.
The battle just now left a 'trauma' on Tao Mohol.
Psychological trauma.
He was defeated by Lin Feng like a butcher undressing an ox, without even the slightest strength to fight back. It was extremely miserable. On the other side, Gu Jian's face was solemn and solemn, and he swallowed his saliva with a grunt.
He originally thought that Lin Feng had returned to strength, and at least the two of them still had the strength to fight.
But he was wrong.
Lin Feng's strength was much stronger than he imagined.
Tao Mohu, who was inseparable from him in the first round, met Lin Feng like a mouse meets a cat, and suffered a terrible defeat.
When compared, the differences are immediately apparent.
"This guy is so awesome." Gu Jian smiled bitterly and shook his head.
How to compare?
Lin Feng and his strength are not at the same level at all.
"There is no way, I can't give up." Gu Jian was helpless, and he already lost confidence before fighting.
Because Lin Feng is too strong.
In the fourth round, Lin Feng had a bye, and the other two groups fought against each other. From the beginning to the end, Lin Feng seemed to be asleep, not even looking at the duel field. The fact is... there is no point in watching.
For Lin Feng, there is only one goal
Win and advance!
Six hours of rest passed quickly.
"The last one."
"It's finally time to decide the ranking."
"Lin Feng versus Gu Jian, whoever wins will advance!"
In the fourth round, Gu Jian lost to Wang Zhaoyan. He had no treasure to resist the illusion. Gu Jian could not stop Wang Zhaoyan's illusion at all. He was already defeated when he woke up. If it were a real battle, he would have died hundreds of times.
.
However, Gujian still has two wins and one loss.
As long as he wins the last game, he and Lin Feng will have three wins and one loss. According to the principle of equal points, they will advance first.
But, can it win?
The bitter smile on Gu Jian's face said it all.
This is simply impossible to do.
Lin Feng's strength is much stronger than him!
The two sides only fought back and forth for more than ten moves, and Gu Jian was defeated. This was the result of Lin Feng's mercy. Otherwise, Gu Jian would have been defeated within three moves.
"Thank you." Gu Jian said to Lin Feng, and he also saw it.
"You're welcome." Lin Feng smiled.
Reach out to hold each other and cherish each other.
For Lin Feng, there is no harm in making more friends.
The loser's resurrection match came to an end, and the seventh to tenth place were finally ranked. The rankings represented who picked the Hun Cao Xuan Bao first, and Lin Feng won the last precious top six spot.
"Five years from now, the top six." Lin Feng is also looking forward to it in his heart.
The battle of the top six is between the top three seeds and the bottom three seeds, decided by drawing lots. The top three seeds are Qin Qing'er, the favorite to win the championship, Yu Jie, the super genius of Baisheng Martial Hall, and the one who has defeated Lin Feng once.
Prince Yusui.
"Which one do you hope to draw?" Gu Jian came over and asked with a smile.
"Yu Ji may be Prince Yushu." Lin Feng said.
Gu Jian smiled: "You are very honest. What, you are sure to win if you draw the two of them?" Gu Jian didn't actually believe that Lin Feng could win before, but now...