The ruffian enters the fairyland

There was silence in the talisman array, and even the monks who were fighting stopped at the same time, and set their eyes on Ye Feng. └@ ┘

Is this still a monk in the foundation-building period? With one against six, he wiped out his opponents. This is not only a manifestation of strength, but also a manifestation of personal wisdom. The monks in the talisman array all looked in admiration.

The chief examiner outside the amulet nodded slightly. This boy will surely achieve a great career in the future, and his expectations and overall qualities are far superior to monks of the same level. If he hadn't been hurt like this, maybe the last person in this group would be Ye Feng. But now, although Ye Feng has not been shot out of the rune formation, it is obvious that Ye Feng has lost the strength to fight again.

"Ye Feng, I'll give you a ride. Get out and recover from your injuries." A monk saw that Ye Feng had lost his fighting power, and wanted to take advantage of it, so he ran towards Ye Feng.

"Shameless man, where are you going?" Before he came to Ye Feng, a monk stopped him.

"It's okay for you to take advantage of other people's danger." The one who stopped the monk who wanted to make a move was a monk at the golden core stage, and he was Momen, a disciple of Wangtian Pavilion.

Mo Men pointed at his opponent, "Ye Feng was seriously injured, and you want to make a shameless sneak attack. It seems that you can't be kept."

Speaking of fierce murderous intent, he went straight to the opponent.

The opponent's cultivation is only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, although he is a little sure against Ye Feng who is seriously injured, but he is helpless when facing the Golden Core stage monks, not everyone is called a crazy ruffian.

With just one move, Momen knocked him out of the talisman formation.

Momen knocked his opponent into the air, and he was very proud, "Come on, let's let go of a big fight today."

There was a buzzing sound from his body, and he ran towards the remaining dozen or so monks on the opposite side.

The talisman array Ye Feng was in was the fastest battle. In less than half a day, there were only a dozen or so monks left among the 52 monks. It seemed that the final spot could be decided within a whole day.

And in this talisman array, the two Golden Core stage monks have the highest cultivation, and it seems that the final quota will be produced among them.

If Ye Feng was in good health, he might still have a chance, but at this moment, Ye Feng's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his body was in a meditating posture.

The scar on the back had stopped bleeding, but everyone knew that it would be impossible to recover from such an injury without a few months of self-cultivation, so everyone directly drew Ye Feng out of the opponent's range .

But after the scene just now, no one took action to deal with Ye Feng. In fact, these people also understood that even if Ye Feng was driven out of the talisman formation, it would not help him to appear.

The two Jindan stage monks suddenly showed their power, like two hungry tigers descending the mountain and encountering a group of fat sheep, rushing to the east and west of the crowd, knocking people out of the talisman array.

Less than an hour later, there were only two monks at the golden core stage remaining in the talisman formation, and the other monks successfully stood outside the talisman formation and became spectators.

"Wangtian Pavilion, Momen!" Momen clasped his fists at his opponent.

"Heisha Gate, Wu Hao!"

The two reported their homes to each other, and then fought fiercely together.

The situation in front of them was very clear, no matter who they were, as long as they defeated their opponent, they would become students of Qinglong Academy, so both of them spared no effort to display all their cultivation bases.

For a moment, the magic weapon in the talisman array was flying, and the strong wind was flying, leaving traces in the space in the talisman array.

It seems that in the previous battles, the two of them still retained their strength, and they were both preparing for the final battle. They only showed their strength at the last moment, and they were not easy to compare with.

Everyone's eyes are fixed on the battle between the two. The two are both at the Golden Core stage, and they are evenly matched in terms of strength. This kind of battle looks more exciting.

Since this group was the first to have a duel, those monks who were eliminated all focused their attention here, wanting to see who the first monk was.

The chief examiner was also paying attention, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a strange phenomenon. Ye Feng, who was in the middle of the talisman array, was not affected by the attack of the two at all.

The power of the fierce battle between the two almost distorted the space of the talisman array, but Ye Feng's clothes did not float, and his whole body was like a statue, firmly fixed on the ground, unmoved.

The chief examiner watched carefully, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth. It seems that the situation in this talisman array is not what the eyes see, maybe it is another result.

After a fierce battle for a long time, the two finally decided the winner. Due to the time limit, they were not allowed to attack and defend well. They continued to fight one move after another. If the time limit was exceeded, both of them would lose the qualification they had acquired so hard.

So when making a shot, they almost always give up defense and just attack blindly. It depends on whose offensive methods are sharper and richer.

"Boom!" Momen's shoulder took a hard blow from Wu Hao, but he took advantage of the gap to get close to Wu Hao's body, and punched Wu Hao's chest.

Momen's shoulder was obviously seriously injured by the magic weapon, and one arm was drooping, but this did not affect Momen's final victory. He punched Wu Hao far away, and Momen followed up with another kick, kicking On Wu Hao's lap.

Wu Hao snorted, and his body flew out of the protective cover of the talisman array.

His body rolled a few times on the ground, and then he stood up in embarrassment. Wu Hao's face was very ugly. Although he was not seriously injured, he lost the qualification for promotion, while Momen succeeded at the cost of losing an arm. Wu Hao became the final winner, Wu Hao hated him, he still cared too much about not getting hurt.

When Momen saw that Wu Hao was kicked away, his mind immediately relaxed. After many years of preparation, today he finally got his wish. This feeling can only be deeply understood after experiencing it.

Just about to step out of the protective cover of the talisman array, waiting for the chief examiner to announce that he has won.

Suddenly a voice appeared behind Momen, "Brother Mo, if you just go out like this, I'm afraid I will be the final winner."

Momen turned around, and it was Ye Feng who spoke.

"Why, Ye Feng, you still don't want to give up at this time, do you want to fight with me? I respect you for being a man, and today will not be difficult for you." Momen seemed to be sure of winning, and didn't care about Ye Feng.

"Hahaha, Brother Mo, I respect you too, otherwise you would have gone out." Ye Feng's face was still pale, but the wound on the back of his body was no longer bleeding, and he could stand up and look at Momen.

"Why, don't you really give up?" Momen was also a little angry. If Ye Feng insisted again, he might as well kick him out of the talisman formation.

"Brother Mo, take care." Ye Feng said, taking out a white jade bottle.

A very ordinary jade bottle, if this jade bottle is thrown on the road, none of the ten monks who come over will stop to pick it up.

Ye Feng opened the cork, and there was an unpleasant stench coming out of it, but Ye Feng didn't care, he poured the liquid in his palm, and then applied it on the wound on his back.

A miracle happened, and the scars on Ye Feng's back, which were deep and visible, healed in an instant, and his fair and smooth skin appeared, without even a trace of scar left.

What kind of panacea is this?

Everyone was stunned. They had seen the elixir, but they had never encountered such a miraculous elixir. Momen's eyes were straightened, and he couldn't believe what happened before his eyes.

"Brother Mo, do you think the chances of winning are safe now?" Ye Feng said with a smile.

"Huh?" Momen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that his face was very ugly. He was still showing his face for Ye Feng before, but he didn't expect that this guy had such an elixir and didn't use it. He endured the pain and acted as a fisherman. It's insidious.

"Ye Feng, you think you can defeat me when you recover from your injuries. How much spiritual energy do you still have in your body? I'm afraid you can't even catch one of my moves." Momen blushed, and he was overwhelmed by Ye Feng's elixir. Shocked, afraid of him.

"Hahaha, Brother Mo, I'll give you a fair chance to see what this is because you stood up for me just now." Ye Feng added a stack of talisman papers in the palm of his hand.

The bursts of fluctuating aura moved Momen as well.

All the monks outside the talisman array stared at Ye Feng. The scene that appeared was too dramatic. It was a turnaround at a critical moment. This scene was so exciting.

The examiner nodded again and again. It seems that Ye Feng was right. This guy is too scheming. He has so many magic weapons and elixir on him at such a young age, which is impressive.

Everyone was looking forward to another miracle on the talisman in Ye Feng's hand.

And Ye Feng did not disappoint these people, he crushed the talisman paper with his fingers repeatedly, and rays of light flashed, Ye Feng's pale face turned rosy in an instant, and his body was straight.

There were still some bloodstains on the shirt, so it could be seen that he was seriously injured just now, but he was obviously in good condition.

"Advanced energy-gathering talisman!" Momen, the closest to Ye Feng, saw the talisman paper in Ye Feng's hand clearly. Such talisman papers are consumables, and most of them are prepared for those low-level monks. To a certain extent, there is no need for the energy-gathering talisman to replenish the consumed aura. Under normal circumstances, as long as you rest for a while, it will recover, so generally speaking, the masters of the Jindan stage will give up the energy-gathering talisman.

But Ye Feng was different. As a seal painter, the most important thing he lacked was talisman paper, and this Qi-gathering Talisman was also improved by Ye Feng, which was much better than the original Qi-gathering Talisman.

A few Qi-gathering Talismans were applied to his body, and Ye Feng's state at this time was the same as when he first entered the Talisman Array.

Everyone did not expect such a scene, it is really exciting.

Momen's face was ashen, he was teased by Ye Feng just like that, he was still standing up for Ye Feng just now, and now he has become an opponent, this seemingly loyal guy has a lot of scheming skills.

But how could Momen admit defeat easily, raised his uninjured arm, "Ye Feng, come on, let me see your true strength, I hope you don't let me down."

Ye Feng smiled and made a movement that surprised everyone.

Throwing it casually, "This is the elixir I used to restore the injury just now. If you are not afraid that I will frame you, just apply it to the injured part, and the effect will be immediate."

Ye Feng's eyes were extremely clear, without the usual cunning at all.

Momen was very puzzled, he didn't understand Ye Feng's actions, but deep down in his heart, Momen still believed that Ye Feng's elixir would not be poison.

After a little hesitation, Momen applied the repair fluid that exuded an extremely disgusting smell to the injured shoulder.

Everyone couldn't hear what Ye Feng said, but they saw the jade bottle that Ye Feng threw to Momen.

Everyone is looking forward to seeing what effect Momen will have after applying the same elixir as Ye Feng.