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Tomorrow's competition is great news for Feng Fan. After all, Feng Fan has been traumatized, especially his spiritual consciousness. In addition, Mo Jinyang's spiritual consciousness attack on him just now caused Fengfan's spiritual consciousness to be consumed even more. , if the competition continues, it will be extremely unfavorable to Feng Fan.

"Brother Feng, how about the two battles today?" Returning to the cave, Duan Yunshang casually opened the restrictions around the cave, and asked with a slight frown.

"Today's two battles consumed a lot of energy, especially the consumption of spiritual consciousness. In the first match, Mo Jinyang used his spiritual consciousness to attack at the end of the last match, which exhausted me a lot." Feng Fan said wearily.

"Tomorrow's battle will be even more dangerous." Duan Yunshang said a little sadly.

"No matter what, I will defeat Lei Wanxi. I have participated in many competitions in the past hundreds of years. No matter how dangerous the scene is, I have experienced it. This little danger is nothing at all!" Feng Fan proudly laughed.

On the second day, Feng Fan and Duan Yunshang woke up very early.Feng Fan, who just got up, suddenly showed a hint of ecstasy on his face, because he felt that his spiritual consciousness seemed to have recovered a lot. "Yunshang, my spiritual consciousness seems to have recovered a lot." Feng Fan lowered his head and whispered in Duan Yunshang's ear, then turned his hand over, and a red light ball suddenly appeared above his palm.After Fengfan's spiritual consciousness and true essence were concentrated in it, the red light cluster turned into a mass of red flames, jumping mottled and fluctuating on Fengfan's palm.

"This is... This is the breath of the initial level monks in the early days of Dacheng!" Duan Yunshang swept the flame with his divine sense, and became very pleasantly surprised.

"That's right, with the rapid recovery of my spiritual consciousness, I was able to display the strength equivalent to that of a monk at the initial level in the early days of Dacheng!" Feng Fan looked radiant.

"What's the reason? According to common sense, yesterday ** consumed a lot of consciousness, which is not good for your recovery of strength, but today you have recovered your strength by a large margin." Duan Yunshang said with a smile.

"Maybe it was recovering every day a few days ago. Yesterday, because I was attacked by the spiritual consciousness, it was a moderate stimulus to the spiritual consciousness, so after yesterday and night, the recovery was accelerated. In addition, I was fighting against Mo Jinyang that day. I swallowed a strong soul pill, which seems to be the reason for the accelerated recovery of consciousness today, and thus regained a certain strength." Feng Fan thought for a moment, seemed to think of something, with a bright smile on his cheek, softly laughed.

"It's true that God is helping you. Being able to exert the strength equivalent to the initial level of monks in the early stage of Dacheng, which can be regarded as an invincible existence among monks in the Nascent Soul stage, as long as you guard against opponents using special talismans, you should be foolproof. "Duan Yunshang's frowning brows stretched out, and he said with a smile.

"That's right. Although I fought against Lei Wanxi that day, I found that he can easily display the strength of a peak-level monk in the late Yuanying period, but in my current state, it is difficult for him to defeat me." Feng Fan smiled. nodded.

After more than an hour, thousands of monks gathered on the top of Feitian, and almost all the monks of Feitian sect came here to watch the subsequent competition for the master.After days of competition, the two cultivators who made it to this round, whether it is Feng Fan or Lei Wanxi, are both extremely powerful.Today's World War I will bloom a dazzling halo, and it will also become a glorious page.

"Feng Fan seems to be injured. The strongest in this competition can display the strength equivalent to the peak-level monks in the late stage of Nascent Soul, so it is not yet known who will win this competition."

"Eldest brother is at his peak, so I'm still optimistic about him."

"That's not necessarily the case. Feng Fan has many talismans and magic weapons. In yesterday's battle, he used countless black magic beads and purple jade beads, so I'm still optimistic about Senior Brother Feng."

"Eldest brother's physical training has been practiced to the extreme. In addition, he is not injured at all, and he has a lot of talismans and treasures on his body, so this competition will be extremely fierce." . . . . .Before the competition started, there were bursts of low-pitched discussions around the stone platform.After all, Lei Wanxi, as a monk of the Feitian sect at the Nascent Soul stage, can be said to be the most qualified besides the peak-level monks of the late-stage Nascent Soul, and with his tyrannical strength, even the peak-level monks of the late Nascent Soul, the reputation It may not be better than this elder brother.And Feng Fan is a rising star. Not only did he create many impressive records in the energy gathering period and the foundation building period, for example, he won No.1 in the entire golden moon ancient country's energy gathering period monk competition and the year's crystal jade mine competition.Coupled with the earth-shattering events that happened a year ago in the Tiandong Mountain Trial and in the Treasure Forest, the reputation of this rising star has directly caught up with Lei Wanxi.

"The following is the final duel for the competition for the head. Feng Fan will face off against Lei Wanxi." Lin Jingnan read aloud, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, he ranked Feng Fan's name at the front.The moment he heard Lin Jingnan's words, Lei Wanxi's face immediately became a little stiff.As soon as Lin Jingnan's voice fell, the place below became boiling.Feng Fan walked out of his position slowly, and walked towards a stone platform below.Lei Wanxi seemed a little impatient, and hurried towards the same stone platform.

"Feitian faction Fengfan." Fengfan's expression was Gujing Wubo, as if he was not here to participate in the competition, but a bystander.After all, in the past, Feng Fan had participated in countless competitions and experienced countless life and death fights, so he didn't have any fluctuations in his heart regarding the scene in front of him.

"Flying Sky sent Lei Wanxi." Lei Wanxi stared at Feng Fan closely, dropped a cold sentence, and opened the True Yuan Shield at the same time.Lei Wanxi waved his fists, and with the gushing out of his true essence, his fists emitted a huge cloud of black mist.After the mist expanded rapidly to a certain extent, it formed a huge black air mass, and this huge fist gradually rose.Lei Wanxi waved his fists towards Feng Fan, and the huge fist flew towards Feng Fan.In the void, the black fists spread out suddenly, turning into countless shadows of fists, sweeping towards Feng Fan like overwhelming the sky.

Seeing that Lei Wanxi displayed the unique skill of returning to the clan with ten thousand fists as soon as he made a move, Feng Fan waved his fists without daring to be negligent. With countless blue mist gushing out, a huge fist suddenly appeared in front of his body.With a wave of Feng Fan's hands, the huge fist shadow violently shot out, and suddenly spread out in the void, turning into countless fist shadows.

"Crackling..." Countless blue and black fist shadows met and burst out with a huge sound.As the fist shadows disappeared one after another, all the fist shadows issued by Lei Wanxi dissipated within a few breaths, and there were still dozens of fist shadows transformed by Feng Fanquan, and they continued to move towards the opposite Lei Wan. The creek ran away.

"The strength of a monk at the initial level of Dacheng!" Sensing the breath of fists flying rapidly from the opposite side, Lei Wanxi then screamed like earth, and with a wave of one hand, countless fists gushed out, facing the dozens of flying fists. A fist shadow flew away.After experiencing countless impacts, Lei Wanxi's second round of punches and Feng Fan's remaining fists from the first round disappeared almost at the same time.

"The strength of Dacheng's early initial level monks!"

"Senior Brother Feng's injury seems to have recovered a bit, and he was able to display the strength of a monk of this level!"

"Senior brother is in trouble now, it seems that senior brother Feng will win this last competition!"

"That's not necessarily the case. I remember that when he competed for the head last time, Lei Wanxi was able to display the strength equivalent to that of a peak-level monk in the late Yuanying period, but in the end he defeated Lin Jingnan because he possessed a special talisman, so Whether you can win in the end, in addition to the huge relationship with strength, other factors are also very important." . . . . .After Feng Fan sent out the fist to fight Lei Wanxi, many onlookers, like Lei Wanxi, felt the power of a monk of what level was emitted from Feng Fan's fist through their spiritual consciousness, so they discussed one after another.

"Don't think that you can get the position of master if you can exert the strength equivalent to the initial level of monks in the early days of Dacheng." Lei Wanxi gritted his teeth, shouted angrily, and then wiped the storage ring on his finger, a yellow longan-sized ring. The panacea suddenly appeared in his hand.After hesitating for a moment, Lei Wanxi swallowed the yellow elixir.After a breathing time, the aura emanating from his body soared, breaking through from the initial level of the late Nascent Soul to the peak level of the late Nascent Soul, and then quickly climbed to the initial level of the early Dacheng.Although it seems that Lei Wanxi's cultivation is only at the initial level of Dacheng's early stage, because of the special nature of his cultivation, Lei Wanxi can display the strength equivalent to that of a peak-level monk in the early stage of Dacheng!

"Rising Yuan Pill!" Seeing the yellow longan-sized panacea, he swept it with his divine sense and found that his opponent's cultivation base had been raised by a whole level, Feng Fan whispered inwardly, with a wry smile on his face.

Originally thought that he could defeat his opponent by showing strength half a level higher than his opponent, but seeing his opponent taking this panacea and being able to display strength half a level higher than his own, Feng Fan's heart sank.

Shengyuan Pill, which belongs to the fifth-grade elixir, can temporarily raise the cultivation level by one level within 72 hours after the user takes it, including leapfrogging, but it will greatly deplete the spiritual consciousness and true energy afterwards, and can only be taken once a month. Otherwise, great hidden dangers will be left.

Lei Wanxi has no scruples at this time in order to win the position of head and save himself from death.After all, if he doesn't get the head of the Feitian faction, both he and Mo Jinyang will lose their use value, and the Wanyu Ancient Country Cultivation Alliance will kill ants like them without hesitation.

If they get the position of head, the two will have great use value in the eyes of the Cultivation Alliance, whether it is life or practice, they will be fully guaranteed.