Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

When he got up and was about to leave, Ye Feng's face turned red. He scratched his head and melon seeds with embarrassment. There were more than ten faint eyes in front of him, staring at himself with a complex expression.

"Ye Tiancai, you... You finally finished your cultivation?"

There came a timid woman's voice. After waiting for most of the day, more than a dozen people hesitated to come forward and look at Ye Feng like a monster.

"Everyone... I'm sorry. I accidentally sucked a little more, which affected everyone's cultivation..."

In fact, Ye Feng had already sensed the presence of these martial artists around him, but no one showed hostility. He was silent in practice and ignored it.

Now that the cultivation was over, but these people had not left, he casually said sorry.

Those more than ten martial artists have a black line. Brother, did you suck a little more? It's clear that you have emptied the vitality near the whole mountain, okay.

However, the previous situation was too shocking. No one was stupid enough to blame Ye Feng for affecting their cultivation. The reason why they stayed here was naturally because they had never seen such means before and wanted to witness it with their own eyes

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In a depressing atmosphere, a few days passed quickly. On this day, when the sun first rose, hundreds of forces, big and small, went out one after another towards Qifeng mountain.

Qifeng mountain range is the highest peak within the scope of Xingguang city. It is said that Phoenix soared to the ground, so it is named. In recent 100 years, almost every city competition has been held in this mountain range.

City comparison is an important competition for selecting talents in Shenwu thirteen counties. Every disciple participating in city comparison represents the face of each sect. Therefore, many core disciples who do not show their mountains and rivers at ordinary times and secretly hide in snow will show up and show their means to add luster to their sect.

If you can be among the best, you may be favored by the special envoy of Shangcheng and join the organization of Shangcheng. From then on, you can rise to the sky step by step.

From a third rate city like Xingguang City, it's quite difficult to enter a second rate city. It doesn't necessarily work only with cultivation strength. It also needs strong interpersonal relationships.

But if you show your edge and stand out in the city competition and are directly favored by the special envoy who came to the city to select talents, all the fetters will be cut off.

This is also the reason why every city comparison will be ceremoniously treated and pursued by more than 100 forces in Xingguang city.

Today's city Lord's residence is also crowded. The younger generation of martial artists are dressed up and dressed brightly. When the dawn rises, they go straight to Qifeng mountain under the leadership of steward Ding mo.

Of course, Ye Feng didn't go with him, but wandered with Zhong Li.

Not far from the city Lord's residence, Ye Feng frowned. His enemy's road was narrow. He unexpectedly met Mo gaokun again. Both sides just walked in the same direction.

Beside him was a young man of about thirty, with a long bloody knife on his back, his eyebrows and eyes were like stars and his face was cold like jade.

"Ye, do you dare to go out of the city master's residence... Did you also participate in the city competition?"

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous. Mo gaokun was so angry that he thought he was almost killed by Ye Feng. He was even more angry. He came forward with an arrogant look and stopped his way.

"It's flag leader Mo Shao... Why... Does his skin itch or he wants to be unhappy?" Ye Feng raised his cold skin slightly, looked at Mo gaokun and said in a flat voice.

As the young leader of the blood dragon flag, it is inevitable to participate in the city competition. If he doesn't give up on himself, Ye Feng won't be merciful during the city competition.

"Are you Ye Feng?"

Without waiting for the angry Mo gaokun to speak, the young man carrying the blood red long knife came forward with a high attitude and spoke indifferently.

"That's right! What's the matter with me?"

For this man, Ye Feng was a little cautious. The young man had a great evil spirit. His eyes swept. The tiger's mouth in front of him was full of calluses. Ye Feng knew that only the warrior who came out of the sea of corpses would have such a strong evil spirit.

"The blood dragon flag is not cold. Your head belongs to me. Qifeng peak is waiting for you!"

After dropping a word, the young man with a knife on his back didn't say a word and walked forward with big steps. It seemed that he didn't pay attention to Mo gaokun who was following him.

"Ha ha... Ye, just wash your neck! Hey, senior brother lengchang... Don't go so fast, wait for me!"

Mo gaokun chased forward. He really didn't dare to face Ye Feng alone. The scars left on him earlier still made him feel pain

"Brother ye, it seems that this trip will not be peaceful."

Looking at their backs, Zhong Li, with a bitter face, couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly. This boy really doesn't know how to provoke so many enemies.

"Be at ease when you come..."

"Brother Zhong Li, it's mediocre not to be envied. Genius is not shouted out, but killed step by step from the crowd." Ye Feng spread his hands indifferently, and didn't take the threat of the master of Mo gaokun and blood dragon flag to heart

Since ancient times, there was only one road to the Qifeng mountains. Two hours later, they climbed to the top of the mountain.

In the distance, the lower forest is dyed and the mountains are small, except for the dark crowd on the mountains. Apart from the Terrans, there are also some martial artists of other races who come here to watch the war and have a fun.

There is a natural stone platform on the top of the mountain, which is as flat as a mirror. Along the four sides of the stone platform, huge observation platforms have been repaired, which are as high as the Roman Colosseum. The momentum is magnificent enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Before noon, all the forces, large and small, had come. The best positions in front of the four sided stands were occupied by the three factions of extreme fire castle, and one was the location of the city Lord's residence.

With Zhong Li, Ye Feng bypassed the crowd, went to the seat of the city master's house and found a place to sit down.

He didn't want to be high-profile, but as soon as he appeared, many martial artists who knew or didn't know came forward to greet him.

"Ye Tiancai..."

"Ye Tiancai has arrived. You are the main force of our city Lord's residence. You must fight for us."

Among these young warriors, some have watched Ye Feng's battle to kill hebayi and know his power.

In addition, a few days ago, it was also spread that Ye Feng practiced at the mountain peak behind the city master's residence. It was said that his practice was like a giant beast, soaking up the world and absorbing the aura of a mountain peak. Although most people scoff at it: a small martial artist in the virtual world... How can it be! However, the more than a dozen martial artists who saw with their own eyes spoke with one voice, which also gained a lot of popularity for Ye Feng.

When Ye Feng answered all the greetings with a smile, his eyes looked at the other three factions.

Among them, there is an acquaintance who has met. At the location of the opposite Juling sword sect, the heart killing sword master is dressed in gray clothes, sitting in the middle of the opposite high platform, his eyes drooping, and his face has no expression.

There are more than ten disciples standing around, and Zhou Ruoyun is in the third place. He is looking for something with his wandering eyes

Ye Feng turned and looked to the left.

A huge bloody flag stands on the left viewing platform. The blood dragon flag leader Mo is ruthless and dignified. His eyes are as bright as a knife. Anyone who has been swept by him will tremble slightly.

Mo gaokun also sat proudly on the side of the high platform. A group of disciples gathered around him. With a flattering expression on his face, he kept flattering Mo Shaozhu.

Seeing Ye Feng's eyes sweeping, the little Lord smiled grimly from a distance, stretched out his right hand and wrote a stroke on his neck. The meaning of provocation was clear.

There are almost dozens of disciples on the high platform of the blood dragon flag, but the young man named "Mo lengchang" is silent, just like a sculpture