King of Gods

The "Confucius" of the colorful feather robes is naturally the focus of many disciples present, not only Zhao Feng is concerned about her.

There is no doubt that Confucius is the **** of heaven.

The great disciple of the Emperor... the blood of the emperor... even among the geniuses of the Grand Emperor.

In the Dagan Dynasty.

There is a bloodline list of the emperor, listed in the 500 strongest blood heritage.

In addition, there are also the most talented geniuses.

It is worth mentioning that.

Both lists are the survival of the fittest, and there are advances and retreats.

After all, the times are progressing, genius is growing, and blood is mutating and evolving.

Secret Arena.

All the geniuses of Wan Shengzong, Zhao Feng just looked at Kong Feiyu's eyes more and more, feeling that his talent strength is closer to Nangong Sheng before the semi-god's legacy.

It seems to be inductive.

The pretty feathery woman who was in the original place and did not squint, turned beautiful and looked at the position where Zhao Feng was.

When.

An invisible spiritual pressure enveloped an area where Zhao Feng was located.

Nearly ten geniuses near Zhao Feng felt a suffocating pressure, as if they had been cut by an invisible edge.

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One of the foreign disciples of the real spirits, knees soft, directly on the ground.

Among these people, only Zhao Feng, calm and self-satisfied, also smiled slightly.

"The boy..."

Confucius couldn’t help but sigh, and under the pressure of her half-step will, the boy could still look like a light wind.

"Sister Kong, the man is Zongmen, the most famous genius taming beast ‘Zhao Feng, I heard this, worshipped under a mysterious emperor, and also received the appreciation of Nanfeng Wang.”

A man in a green shirt next to him, introduced with a smile.

Zhao Feng and Kong Feizhen, the short-term encounter of the eyes, naturally attracted the attention of the genius.

"Who is that guy, can afford the half-step will of the chief disciple."

In the arena, many genius eyes turned to Zhao Feng.

Especially the Zhengnan Arena where Zhao Feng is located.

"He, is that Zhao Feng you said?"

Liu Tianfan’s eyes flashed.

Huang Yunhu, who is beside him, is fortunate to be amazed, and promises: "It is him."

Huang Yunhu did not think that Zhao Feng’s limelight would be so strong; even the half-step king’s will could not suppress him.

He just whispered in the ear of "Liu Tianfan" and ignited the wind. He hoped that Liu Tianfan would teach Zhao Feng.

"You don't have to be provocative, this Zhao Feng, I am somewhat interested."

Liu Tianfan took a deep look and looked at him.

Huang Yunhu’s heart is dark and faint, and the back oozes cold sweat.

This Liu Tianfan, in the true biography of the Wanshengzong, is the second-largest "Confucius".

"With the strength of Liu Tianfan, you should be able to teach Zhao Feng."

Huang Yunhu secretly.

After all, the repair of the two is too big.

A first entry into Dan Yuanjing, a peak of the Great Dan.

According to the "dream selection" rules, the probability of Zhao Feng and Huang Yunhu, and Liu Tianfan meet, is not small.

"The rules of the game are to adopt a elimination system. The number of defeated games will reach seven consecutive games, and the total number of defeats will be 20. Those who have accumulated 20 games will be eliminated."

Zhao Feng’s heart is in the middle.

Sub-athletes, each taking the top 50.

In the end, the four competitive platforms were combined and the top six were taken.

Even the finals, but also the "elimination system", has been eliminated, leaving only 60 places.

Why is it sixty? Not sixty-five.

Because five of them are Zongmen’s default.

Not much time.

Four competitions, starting at the same time.

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"what"

At the beginning, there were disciples who were shot and flew in an instant.

Zhao Feng looked at it and couldn't help but shake his head.

Wan Shengzong, a disciple who participated in the fantasy trial, from the outside disciples to the core disciples, to the true disciples, the strength is naturally uneven.

Foreign disciples, if they encounter a true disciple, are basically spiked.

The round of the competition.

Soon, it was the turn of Zhao Feng.

However... his opponent, a little weak, is a core disciple of the God-level Xiaocheng.

"concede"

The core disciple of the true master class, seeing Zhao Feng of Dan Yuanjing, immediately admit defeat.

The cultivation of Dan Yuanjing is definitely in the forefront of the disciples' new generation.

It is better to save strength than to be injured.

Often, the strength of the disparity is too big for the test, the referee sees the situation is not right, will be pronounced in advance.

Zhao Feng’s first test was over.

Zhengnan Athletics, the highest Liu Tianfan, and Huang Yunhu, are also true.

These two are true disciples, and the rest of the disciples meet and directly confess.

Zhao Feng, in the eyes of other disciples, is no different from a true disciple, and even more unreasonable than a normal disciple.

Half a day later.

Zhao Feng played in the second round, the opponent is the peak of God, but also decisively conceded.

"No interest."

Zhao Feng shook his head, and the little thief on his shoulder was lazy.

It’s not that it’s not exciting.

Some evenly matched matches, or weak and strong, also appear from time to time.

It is Zhao Feng, the cultivation of Dan Yuanjing, who has stood on the top circle of the new disciples of the Wanshengzong.

Nothing was in the "Sanctuary Real Dragon Club", Zhao Feng's cultivation was in the lower reaches, and the strength at the beginning was just above the middle.

In the early days of the Real Dragon Club, the battle of the five great arrogance of the world, the opponent is not spiked, is to admit defeat, equally boring.

It is a "dream selection" and a elimination system. The process is quite long.

The entire fantasy trial is about twenty days to one month.

The magical trial is not the same as the Sanctuary Real Dragon Club.

The real dragon will have to compete for the top ten and score a certain number of places.

The magical trial is to stop eliminating until the rest of the people, just like the quota.

Until the third game.

Zhao Feng’s opponent is a half-step Dan Yuanjing’s cold-faced youth, who is the leader among the core disciples.

"This Zhao Feng is just a promotion to Dan Yuanjing; if I can play a close match with him, or be outstanding, it may cause the attention of the elders of the king."

The cold-faced youth has a resolution.

Although the odds are small, he still decided to fight.

On the arena.

The encounter between Zhao Feng and the cold-faced youth has caught the attention of some people.

Among them, Liu Tianfan, the strongest player in Zhengnan Athletics, Huang Yunhu, a true disciple, and Confucius, the first in the audience.

but.

The battle is faster than the imagination and the end.

啵唰

In the original place, there was a light blue-blue smashing shadow, and the cold-faced youth attacked and emptied.

"not good"

Immediately, he only felt a heavy wind, coming from the rear.

砰通

The cold-faced youth was defeated by the young man behind him.

The half-step defensive layer he barely ran, in front of the simple single punch, was like a paper paste.

哗

In the arena, there was a scream of horror.

"Fast speed"

The vast majority of spectators, only see the shadow of a flash, Zhao Feng punches, cold face youth fell to the ground.

People with low levels only notice the speed of Zhao Feng.

And some geniuses with high realm are dignified and unbelievable.

"Zhao Feng just punched that, it seems that he did not use a little bit of real yuan..."

Huang Yunhu was stunned.

For Zhao Feng’s battle, he took a hundred and twenty spirits to observe.

After all, he lost twice in the hands of Zhao Feng.

"No."

Liu Tianfan next to him, very sure.

Zhao Feng just first approached at an overwhelming speed, then a simple punch.

That punch, without the use of a half-point real element, but easily smashed the protective layer of the half-step Dan Yuanjing.

After this war, Zhao Feng’s name was soaring and fearful.

After that, in a round of fighting, Zhao Feng’s opponents, as long as they were repaired below Dan’s, were directly confessed.

In one breath, winning streak in eight games.

In the ninth game, Zhao Feng met Huang Yunhu.

"Is it starting?"

Huang Yunhu took a deep breath and waited.

After two battles, he lost to Zhao Feng and even made Lu Yun Wang's face dull.

now.

The "Lu Yun Wang" is also concerned about this battle.

The "start" referee gently waved.

嗡

Huang Yunhu mobilized the real yuan, covered with a thick layer of red crystal armor; with a precious earth defense defensive level armor, he took the lead in launching defense.

"Huang Yunhu's strategy is good. Zhao Feng's advantage is speed. As long as you stabilize the defense, you can counterattack."

Liu Tianfan slightly appreciated.

"啼蓬"

After the afterimage, Zhao Feng hit a shot on Huang Yunhu's level armor, and there was a muffled sound that shocked the soul.

"How can it be……"

Huang Yunhu’s body and mind exploded and almost vomited blood.

When Zhao Feng hit a fist, the surface had a blue-silver-like texture.

An invisible overbearing "force", some of which penetrated the ground armor, penetrated his body.

On the court, it was a sensation.

Just a punch, Huang Yunhu has the illusion of being bombarded.

Fluffy

Huang Yunhu’s foot is off the ground, but he has not yet stood firm, and he has suffered a few punches from Zhao Feng’s strong hegemony.

"My land knight armor, under the urging, anyone who is close will bear ten times the gravity, and the kid is not affected much..."

Huang Yunhu’s heart was shocked and he lost again and again.

Wow

After a few punches, Huang Yunhu spit out a blood, and a crack appeared on the red crystal armor on the surface.

"Zhao Fengsheng"

The referee saw the situation wrong and directly pronounced the sentence.

In fact, this is what Lu Yunwang means.

"The strength of the two is not a level at all. Zhao Feng is only relying on the deep physical strength, and he will force the cloud tiger..."

Lu Yun Wang secretly sighed.

When he was fighting, he clearly saw that Huang Yunhu had reluctantly counterattacked and shot Zhao Feng in one foot.

But Zhao Feng’s body is not moving, and it is unharmed.

In other words.

Regardless of speed, strength, and defense, Zhao Feng has reached the peak of the same level.

Lu Yunwang also found that Zhao Feng’s shot, understatement, seems to have some reservations.

"This Zhao Feng is very strong"

Liu Tianfan, with a dignified face, has a strong sense of war.

To the back.

Zhengnan Athletics, only a small number of people such as Zhao Feng and Liu Tianfan, still maintain a continuous winning streak.

Some geniuses have been eliminated.

As long as you lose seven games, or lose 20 games, you will be eliminated.

Zhengnan Athletics, the core disciples, are also looking forward to the battle between Liu Tianfan and Zhao Feng.

With the elimination of some disciples, the odds of meeting each other are also growing.

at last.

Zhao Feng met Liu Tianfan when he won 30 games in a row.

This battle, the attention of the audience, even in the secret space, the two kings, are interested in the view.

"This Liu Tianfan, cultivated as the highest peak of the Lord. I can not use the power of the will, and can not easily use the blood of the eyes..."

For the first time, Zhao Feng felt a little tricky.