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Only Lang Huan, Lang Zilin, Feng Yuanshan and others showed surprise, but they were afraid of disturbing Shi Feng, so they suppressed their joy and did not speak.

The most surprised was Lei Xiang. He really couldn't understand why the man in front of him was almost dying after being tortured, but in less than half an hour, he was alive and well again!

Lei Changmei, who was sitting in the middle of the first row of the audience, had a blank expression on his face, but he was also extremely shocked in his heart. This Shi Feng was so determined that he could still defeat Gu Haoyang after experiencing the torture of the Four Thunder God Formation. Such an enemy must not be left alive!

At this moment, the letter in the bag rang. It was the Lei family ancestor who sent a message, "I have already found out that Shi Feng is not a disciple of the Mo Sect."

"Yes. May I ask the ancestor, what should we do next?"

The Lei family ancestor was silent for a while, and sent a letter asking, "What rumors are there outside?"

"There are all kinds of rumors, but I have tried my best to block the news of the eldest son's death."

"Well! I'm afraid this matter can't be concealed for long, there must be an explanation..."

On the stage, the black fire cloud was further invading, and only two patterns of the Eight Scenery Jade Carriage Treasure Cover were left struggling to support.

Seeing that Gu Haoyang was doomed to defeat, suddenly, without any signs, Shi Feng felt a cramp in his lower abdomen.

"Not good!" Shi Feng cried secretly.

His meridians were injured by the Four-Direction Thunder God Formation. Although he took the elixir in the carriage, the time was too short and his injuries were far from recovered. He just relied on the Immortal Demon Divine Art to suppress it. At this moment, his mana was rapidly consumed, and the old injury immediately recurred.

A heart-wrenching pain quickly spread throughout the body. "Plop", Shi Feng knelt on one knee, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured more than a dozen pills into his mouth.

However, as recorded in the Immortal Demon Divine Art, "the pain came suddenly, like a thunderbolt from the ground, swift and diffuse, and no medicine can relieve it in the slightest."

Soon, Shi Feng fell to the ground in pain, sweating profusely, and twitching all over.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, leaving everyone stunned.

"What's going on? Strange!"

"Could this person have a serious illness?"

"What a joke! This person has such a high level of cultivation and magical powers, what kind of serious illness can he have?"

"I know, it must be that Brother Gu Haoyang used some magical power, and the magic power rebounded. The guy surnamed Shi seemed to have the upper hand, but Brother Gu had already mastered the wisdom and deliberately let the other party show off, and finally injured him unexpectedly."

The people around him said "Oh" and "Oh" twice, and suddenly realized.

Shi Feng was lying on the ground. Fire crows were still flying out of the magic crow cauldron in the air, but the mana was cut off and fewer and fewer fire crows were flying out.

Gu Haoyang, who was "wisdom in hand", was also sweating profusely. Seeing Shi Feng like this, he was in doubt, but he clearly felt that the pressure on his body was getting lighter and lighter.

Finally, Gu Haoyang freed up one hand. Without any hesitation, he took out a small green bottle from the storage bag and poured a pill into his mouth.

Although Shi Feng was in severe pain, his consciousness was strong and he still observed Gu Haoyang's every move.

After swallowing the green pill, Gu Haoyang's breath, which was originally exhausted, immediately rose wildly.

Three Breath Pill! Shi Feng's heart was cold.

He was not unfamiliar with this kind of magic pill. When Mr. Xi was dying, he gave Shi Feng three pills, which could restore all the mana within three breaths. Because of this pill, Shi Feng saved his life in several fierce battles in Qingdi Valley.

However, the Three Breath Pill that Mr. Xi gave to Shi Feng was for foundation-building cultivators, while Gu Haoyang's Three Breath Pill could quickly restore all the mana of Jindan cultivators, which was far more precious than the one Mr. Xi gave him back then.

Because this Three Breath Pill was a life-saving treasure, Gu Haoyang had been reluctant to use it, and just swallowed another ordinary elixir.

Now that he finally got the chance, Gu Haoyang took the Three Breath Pill without any hesitation.

In front of the heroes of the world, he couldn't lose this competition! After all, since he was promoted to Jindan, he had never lost to any cultivator of the same level in swordsmanship!

Shi Feng saw the murderous look in Gu Haoyang's eyes and knew that this person was arrogant and would never show mercy.

What to do? Should he throw the sword and admit defeat?

Suddenly, Shi Feng remembered the jade slips in the Guanhu Tomb. Behind the Immortal Demon Divine Art, there was also the "Ascetic Zen Sutra".

This scripture tells about the Buddha's various painful tortures in order to save sentient beings. The Buddha in the scriptures is completely different from the Buddha seen in ordinary temples. He is skinny and looks painful. Nangong Xuanqi combined the "Nine Deaths Divine Art" and the "Austerity Zen Sutra" to create the Immortal Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

The "Austerity Zen Sutra" talks about the suffering of everything in the world, and the cause of suffering lies in obsession. Obsession is like shackles, binding people's hearts; letting go is like liberation, free and unobstructed. There is nothing, and nothing is there. If it is not so, it must not be kept.

Shi Feng understood that the torture of the Five Thunder Gate last night damaged his meridians. If he rested and repaired, he would gradually recover.

But he was fighting, and his magic power was running, causing pain in his meridians. If there is no magic power, then the meridians are empty, and the pain will gradually weaken.

In other words, the magic power in his body is "obsession". If the obsession is removed, the pain of the shackles will naturally be relieved.

Gu Haoyang's breath is still rising. Although it is not as exaggerated as three breaths, it is estimated that he will be fully recovered in ten breaths.

Fight, it's a dead end anyway! Instantly, a sense of determination surged in his heart.

Shi Feng no longer struggled to hold on, letting the stabbing pain surge into his dantian, as if his lower abdomen was stabbed hard. Shi Feng screamed and fell on the stone platform, his whole body twitching violently.

Everyone in Fengwu Villa was panicked, "Brother Shi!" "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Lang Huan stood up and said loudly, "Senior Lei, Fellow Daoist Shi can't hold on any longer, so let's end this competition."

Lei Changmei said coldly, "Master Lang, don't you understand the rules of the competition? How to determine the winner? First, the contestant admits defeat; second, one party falls out of the arena, and the other party is still standing on the arena.

If both fall out, it depends on whose body leaves the arena first; third, one party falls to the ground and cannot get up for more than twenty breaths..."

At this time, Lei Changmei was still leisurely reciting the rules of the competition, obviously buying time for Gu Haoyang.

"I know the rules, I will admit defeat for him..." Lang Huan said anxiously.

"No!" Lei Changmei interrupted, "Only the cultivator who wants to admit defeat can speak, how can others do it for him.

Maybe Fellow Daoist Shi is deliberately pretending to lure his opponent into the trap. I am the referee, and the most important thing is fairness. How can I easily judge that one party loses."

"No, Fellow Daoist Shi..." Lang Huan was still waiting to explain.

Feng Yuanshan, who was standing next to him, had already seen that the other party was harboring evil intentions, and shouted to Wei Peng, "Quick, go and save the master!"

The three disciples stood up and rushed to the ring to snatch Shi Feng away.

Lei Changmei shouted, "How dare you! Who dares to trespass into the ring!"

Before he could make a move, Zong Weihan, who was standing next to him, had already stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Get out of here, youngster!" A hurricane was like a whip, and the teleportation of Feng Yuanshan, Wei Peng, and Xin Zijin was broken. They could not keep their bodies steady and flew backwards.

The three of them fell on the stands and knocked over several cultivators, "Oh!" "Asshole! You have no eyes." There was a burst of curses.

Wei Peng had a hot temper, "Son of a bitch", he didn't care that the other party was a Yuanying old monster, he drew out the Yellow Dragon Sword and was about to force his way into the ring again.

At this moment, a clear whistle sounded on the stage, and the black and red crow clouds that were originally everywhere seemed to be swept away by the strong wind, revealing a clear and bright scene.

The canopy of the Eight Scenery Jade Carriage had been put away. Gu Haoyang stood in mid-air with a solemn expression. His aura had returned to normal.

A four-foot-long sword lay in front of him, its light green and sharp, like frost and snow.