Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 372
Compared to Feng Xuan, Feng Yu is a bit miserable.

It was obvious that he had just been promoted to the middle stage of quasi-sage, which attracted a lot of attention, and was beaten from the fourth floor to the sixth floor.

After the fourth floor was full, Young Master Feng Yu was defeated by the enthusiastic quasi-sages of West Kunlun on the seventh floor.

Tsk tsk, how pitiful, Ye Ang involuntarily glanced at Dafeng Shengshen, but saw that she was looking at Young Master Fengyu with a smile, as if sensing something, she glanced at Ye Ang suddenly.

Immediately, Ye Ang felt like his scalp was about to explode, and his breathing was suffocated.

"Boom!"

The melodious bell rang, and the tall phantom of Elder Cangqiu reappeared, making Ye Ang heaved a sigh of relief.

"The eighth round of the King Conferring Battle has come to an end for the time being, and then, everyone, let's start the judgment."

Another [-] adjustable screens appeared, Ye Ang quickly browsed through and cast his own judgment.

Soon, the result came out, and he made a wrong judgment this time.

But he didn't care. Some guys hid their cards well, and it was normal for him not to find out.

But in this way, they have nothing to do. He began to look at the opponents at this level, and he will choose an opponent later.

Feng Xuan is still on the fourth floor battle platform, No. [-].

From the beginning to the end, no one played against him, and he was directly promoted.

"Have you chosen your opponent yet?" Liu Yan's voice suddenly came from his ear.

"No, I'm picking a suitable opponent." Ye Ang took advantage of the other party earlier, and Ye Ang was too embarrassed to ignore him.

Liu Yan chuckled lightly: "Why bother, just point at the weakest one among the remaining people and choose."

"Is this okay?" Ye Ang was surprised at the other party's words so straightforwardly.

Shouldn't it be all masters fighting against masters?how……

"What do you think, this is not a battle of life and death." Liuyan said indifferently: "Since it is a battle of fame, then the one who can be tied for the last with us must not be a person with too weak strength."

"In order to maintain our reputation, it is natural to weed out the weaker ones first, so why bother to fight to the death with the strongest so early on."

"What's more, whoever has nothing to do will have trouble with rewards."

……

This time, when choosing an opponent, Kun Shisan chose No. 890 No. [-], which was so real that Ye Ang's scalp tingled.

When it was Ye Ang's turn, he could only choose the 760 seventh player who looked the weakest on the field.

The young man with red lips and white teeth looked at Ye Ang with strange eyes, but Ye Ang didn't pay attention. He had a look at this guy's strength before, and he was much better than ordinary kings in the outside world, but in this fourth On the first-tier battle stage, it was a bit unsightly.

After the selection is made, the transfer starts.

……

When Ye Ang came to the secret realm again, he was at a loss.

He was looking forward to seeing what interesting secret realm there would be, but he didn't expect it to appear again, and it was still in the mirror secret realm before.

Hey, how does it feel, I'm very lucky!
……

This time, it seems that because of the rewards of the fourth floor battle platform, the time of the secret realm was as long as 9000 years.

As for why it is not 3000 years, Ye Ang guessed that it should be due to his own misjudgment.

But 9000 years is enough for him to do many things.

……

Ye Ang stood in front of the mirror for about 9000 years.

Time and time again, I use the mirror to deduce my own practice over and over again, discover the shortcomings in it, and deduce the right and wrong in it.

Until the end, he himself felt exhausted. Even as a quasi-sage, the primordial spirit and brain have been overloaded for nearly 2 years, and he couldn't stand it.

There is a deep sense of exhaustion in the soul.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Improve, improve, improve!
When Ye Ang was finally satisfied, the first thing he thought of was not to practice immediately, but to lie directly in the void and fall asleep.

……

Generally speaking, after cultivating to refining Qi and transforming spirits, monks don't need to sleep after casting the primordial spirit. After all, information processing is no longer mainly dependent on the brain, but the primordial spirit.

But at this time, Ye Ang, as a big man of quasi-sage level, actually fell asleep in the void here.

His primordial spirit and brain were too exhausted, so exhausted that he didn't want to adjust his breath to restore his primordial spirit.

After a hundred years, Ye Ang woke up from sleep and started to practice.

……

Nearly ten thousand years passed slowly, and finally on a certain day, there was movement in the time and space of the secret realm.

Ye Ang woke up.

Sensing the wave that was about to be teleported away, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he has not broken through to the late quasi-sage stage, but his harvest is really too great.

His path in the middle stage of quasi-sage has come to an end, and it is almost impossible to advance.

If he wants, he can step out in one step and reach the late quasi-sage.

However, it is not necessary!
Now, he has an unparalleled strength, no longer a slight flaw before, for the sake of his own path, he can't completely let go of his hands and feet.

It can be said that at this moment, he is perfect and flawless in the mid-stage quasi-sage realm, and he can open Wushuang without any worries.

"It's just right, after I go out, take this opportunity to verify my deduction. If there is no problem, I can directly enter the late stage of quasi-sage."

"This time, the number one in the Invincible King Conferring Sequence belongs to me!"

……

Elder Cangqiu announced the start of another round of battle after the melodious bell rang.
In the ninth round of the battle, hit the third level of the arena and step into the level of the king!

……

Accompanied by the channel of space ripples, Ye Ang arrived at the No. 760 battle platform seventh.

Coming out of the passageway of the battle platform, Ye Ang smiled, held the spear in his hand, and looked at the young man opposite.

"Ten days of poverty, fellow Taoist, please."

This boy is not on the list of Party B, so although he is a little strong, he is not the slightest threat to Ye Ang at this moment.

However, being able to reach the fourth level of the arena is enough to show that the opponent is not weak. In the outside world, he is definitely a prestigious and powerful king, and maybe even become an invincible king.

"The poor way is long river, friends of the way are invited."

The white-clothed boy was also smiling, looking harmless to humans and animals. Although he knew that the person who walked to the fourth floor of the battle stage could not be a harmless existence to humans and animals, Ye Ang still felt good.

"Time is running out..."

Just as Ye Ang opened his mouth, he saw a divine light rising into the sky, leading Kun Shisan directly to the third battle platform.

"I $&》#%..."

Ye Ang felt that Kun Shisan really lost his integrity.

"Pindao feels that we are waiting for a quick battle!"

Before the words were finished, another ray of divine light shot up into the sky, leading Shanhe Jiuyue to the third level battle arena.

Ye Ang: "..."

Don't you go through the process?Ascend directly?

Just as he was thinking, another ray of divine light shot up into the sky, and the person in it was the silver coin of Dijiang Divine Kingdom!

"..."

……

Ye Ang turned his head, looked at the young Daoist Changhe in white, and said solemnly: "Fellow Daoists don't want to waste any more time here, I'll wait for a quick battle!"

Daoist Changhe, a young man in white, looked at Ye Ang with a smile, and said in an unhurried manner: "Where is the ten-day fellow Taoist, the poor Taoist is not in a hurry."

Ye Ang: "I..."

(End of this chapter)