The world of warriors in Jiuyang Continent has always respected the strong. Ye Feng has a deep understanding of this in the past two years.
From the small Qizhou City, to Xuantian Wuzong, and later to Yunxiao City and Luangu Pagoda, he was often bullied by those who relied on his own cultivation.
In the process, he was chased by people and fled everywhere. He also killed many people who provoked him and wandered on the edge of life and death countless times. In the end, he managed to survive.
Two of the three Martial Emperors in Yunxiao City died in his hands. Even the Holy Lord as powerful as Shenzong, the Martial Lord incarnation also suffered a big loss in his hands, and he is still suppressing him in Creation.
In the furnace.
Nowadays, a group of Shenzong disciples who usually think very highly of themselves are looking at him with awe, all of which he has won step by step by relying on his own strength.
At this moment, a blurry figure sitting cross-legged on a futon not far away gradually became clearer. The formation restrictions covering an area of more than ten meters disappeared, and a young man stood up.
"Um?"
The young man who had just woken up from his cultivation state saw the corpses and blood stains on the ground at a glance, and couldn't help but frown.
The people at the entrance were talking in low voices, and the young man immediately got a rough idea of what was going on.
"If you dare to steal Ning Ke's training position, I admire your courage, my friend, Shang Lun." The young man looked at Ye Feng, with a strange look in his eyes.
The closer the training position is to the central area, the better the training effect will be. The position occupied by Ning Ke can be said to be the best except for the middle position. No one dares to grab such a good position, which shows that Ning Ke
At the level of the Martial Emperor Peak, his strength is at least half the level of the Martial Emperor, and he should be considered one of the more powerful ones in the same realm.
Ye Feng just glanced at the young man named Shang Lun indifferently, then turned around and walked towards the futon.
"Wait." But at this moment, Shang Lun suddenly called out to Ye Feng.
"Is something wrong?" Ye Feng turned to look at him, his expression a little cold.
Shang Lun frowned, glanced at the dragon snake next to Ye Feng, and said calmly: "You are at the early stage of the Martial Emperor's cultivation. The most you can do to death is equivalent to the Great Perfection of Qi. Although your dragon snake is not bad,
But if you want to compete with Ning Ke with these, there is still a long way to go."
"Thank you for the reminder." Ye Feng continued to walk towards the futon.
"I hope you can accept my kind reminder and it's best not to touch that futon." Shang Lun's voice came from behind Ye Feng again.
Ye Feng ignored it. For him, Ning Ke's strength was not a threat as long as he did not reach the realm of Emperor Wu.
But Shang Lun flashed, and suddenly stopped in front of Ye Feng, stared at Ye Feng, and said: "I have to admit, my friend, that you are indeed arrogant. You are the first person on the fourth floor of Babel Tower who is completely unaware of this."
Ning Ke pays close attention to this person, but I still want to advise you not to touch his futon."
Ye Feng frowned. The young man named Shang Lun seemed to be reminding him, but his repeated attempts to stop him clearly revealed another meaning.
"Get out of the way!" Ye Feng looked at the other party indifferently.
"Friend, don't be ungrateful. To be honest, in the eyes of me and Ning Ke, Xu Zhu and Guo Cheng are nothing but trash who cannot stand on the stage. If you think that killing them will make you qualified to run rampant on the fourth floor of the Tower of Babel.
If Wuji, this would be a very stupid behavior." Shang Lun said in a deep voice.
At the level of the Shenzong Martial Emperor's peak realm, Ning Ke's strength is enough to rank among the top five. Moreover, Ning Ke is still an inner sect disciple and is still very young. There is hope that he can break through to the Martial Emperor realm within half a year. Such a promising person Shang Lun naturally wanted to make friends with the young and powerful man, but he never had the chance in the past.
That's why he stopped Ye Feng from touching Ning Ke's position, maybe he could take this opportunity to build some relationship with Ning Ke.
When Shang Lun said such words, his words and tone were very rude. It was obvious that he was not simply reminding himself of good intentions.
"I say it for the last time, get out of the way!" Ye Feng stepped forward, and the little dragon beside him also raised his head, swallowing his heart, and a cold light flashed in his vertical pupils.
Seeing that Ye Feng was so unwilling to give him face, Shang Lun's face also turned cold, "According to Shenzong's rules, killing is prohibited in the Tongtian Tower. If you are so stubborn, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Rules are made by people, and naturally they are broken by people. Since Ning Ke dares to occupy the cultivation position and prevent others from using it, it is simply because he is stronger than you and you don't dare to compete with him. Then Ning Ke is not here, and a guy like you who wants to be a dog to others in order to get in touch with him, what's the use of practicing martial arts?" Ye Feng looked at Shang Lun indifferently, with disdain in his eyes.
After being scolded as a dog, Shang Lun's face turned gloomy and scary, and he sneered: "Even the little Emperor Wu dared to speak so brazenly in his early days."
As he spoke, Shang Lun's aura rose up and filled the air. His whole body was filled with light and powerful energy. He was clearly a master who had reached the half-step Martial Emperor realm.
"What does cultivation mean? Strength determines everything."
Ye Feng's face was expressionless, and he stepped forward, his body was like thunder, his power was like breaking bamboo, and he still punched out with the most direct punch.
This punch was not a powerful martial skill, nor was it a higher-level magical power, nor did it even have any unparalleled aura. It was only an extremely arrogant and pure physical force that arrived in front of Shang Lun in just a moment.
There was a sneer on Shang Lun's lips, and he secretly thought that this guy simply didn't know the heights of heaven and earth. Did he actually think that he could defeat a master who was half a step into the Martial Emperor realm with his physical strength?
Not to mention the little Martial Emperor in his early stage, even a body-refining master who is more powerful than Ning Ke doesn't have this ability!
But the next moment, all the expressions on Shang Lun's face froze for a moment, and his eyes widened, full of horror and regret.
"Bang!"
Another dull sound echoed on the fourth floor of the Tower of Babel. The body-protecting Qi was like paper, shattering in an instant. Shanglun's body flew out on the spot, and the flesh and bones in his chest were shattered. He couldn't die. Die again.
This scene made everyone's hearts beat wildly again. If Xu Zhu was killed with one punch, it was because Xu Zhu underestimated the enemy, but Shang Lun was not comparable to Xu Zhu. He was a top master who was half a step into the Martial Emperor realm. !He was actually killed by a punch?
The body-protecting Gang Qi of a Half-Step Martial Emperor master, even if a Qi-Condensing Gang-level warrior attacks with all his strength, is difficult to break through in a short period of time, but in front of this guy, it is like a useless flower display. That's broken.
"What a terrifying strength!"
At this moment, no one dared to look down on Ye Feng anymore. Remembering the rumors that he could compete with the Half-Step Martial Emperor at the level of Martial King, it seems that it may be true now.
But even though the facts were right in front of their eyes, everyone still couldn't believe it. Is this really what Emperor Wu could do in his early stages of cultivation?
It was just a punch, without the blessing of Gang Qi, nor any martial arts or supernatural powers. He killed the Half-Step Martial Emperor on the spot with only the brute force of his body. Isn't this too shocking to hear?
Ye Feng's expression remained indifferent and he walked towards the futon.
In fact, long before he came to Babel Tower, he knew that fighting with others was inevitable in order to compete for a good training position, but these opponents were really too weak.
No one knew what Ye Feng was thinking, otherwise it would be even more shocking.
On the fourth floor of the Babel Tower, the best position is naturally the futon in the center area. However, someone is practicing inside at the moment. Ye Feng is not an unreasonable person, so naturally he will not interfere with the other person's practice.
Seize the position.
The futon occupied by Ning Ke was second only to the central area, which was enough for Ye Feng.
When he passed the sign with the word "Ning Ke" engraved on it, Ye Feng snorted coldly and smashed it into powder with a slap. Then he shook his robe and sat cross-legged on the futon.
As long as someone sits on the futon, the formation restriction will be automatically activated. Everyone can only vaguely see a figure and cannot spy on Ye Feng's movements inside.
Everyone stared blankly at the two corpses on the ground, as well as the pile of flesh and blood, and the shocking blood flowing on the stone floor. The atmosphere was quiet and terrifying.
"That's so domineering!" Someone clenched their fists in excitement.
"I wish I had his strength." Someone's eyes were full of envy and jealousy.
Without strong strength, those positions near the central area would not be able to reach these people at all. In this world where the strong are respected, strength is the foundation and criterion of everything.
The weak can only survive under the pressure of the strong!
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, the space within the area of more than ten people was isolated and shrouded by the formation restrictions. The pure vitality of heaven and earth surged in and gathered around him into a mist visible to the naked eye, making him feel all over his body.
Eighteen thousand pores opened in an instant, almost greedily absorbing the pure energy of heaven and earth into the body.
The cultivation of the supreme physical body requires huge resources to support. Ye Feng cannot hold the Ming Wang Seal with his hands, and his mind is immersed in a state of emptiness. The Heaven-Seizing Creation Technique operates on its own, and streams of pure heaven and earth energy are continuously absorbed into the body.
The earth, wind, water, and fire were transformed into wisps of chaos, blending into flesh, blood, muscles, and bones, allowing his physical body to advance to a higher level.
During his practice, he could not feel the passage of time from the outside world. Ye Feng did not know how long he had been practicing on the fourth floor of the Babel Tower. During the period of his practice, what happened on the fourth floor of the Babel Tower was like the wind.
Generally, it spread throughout the outer and inner sects of Shenzong.
Everyone knew that a terrifying guy came to the fourth floor of the Tongtian Tower. With his initial level of cultivation as the Martial Emperor, he killed a strong man who was half a step above the Martial Emperor level with one punch, and forcibly occupied Ning Ke's training position.
After learning that his position was occupied, Ning Ke also arrived at the fourth floor of the Babel Tower immediately. Seeing him approaching, everyone consciously moved out of the way.
Staring with an indifferent expression at the blurred figure within the confinement of the formation, Ning Ke's face was gloomy and terrifying, and anyone could feel the raging anger burning in his heart at this moment.
What happened here naturally alarmed the Shenzong elder who was responsible for guarding the Tower of Babel, but surprisingly, when the Shenzong elder learned the news, he looked coldly and said: "Shenzong has provided you with the highest cultivation conditions and resources.
He has reached the Qi Gang realm and is half a step into the Martial Emperor realm but was beaten to death by the Martial Emperor in the early stages. How dare you come to me and complain?"
The disciple who ran to complain to the elder was directly kicked out by the elder.
Ye Feng's identity is quite special, and the big shots of the Shenzong also pay a lot of attention to him. Regarding what happened on the fourth floor of the Babel Tower, the big shots not only chose to remain silent, but judging from what the Shenzong elder said, there seemed to be some
Indulge.
However, the elder responsible for guarding the Tower of Babel still reported the matter to the Holy Lord Dongji Yunfeng.
"Today's young people all think that becoming a disciple of the Shen Sect means they are superior to others and are arrogant. As long as they don't break the rules too much, I can just use Ye Feng's hand to let these young people know that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world. Put away that self-righteousness
So arrogant." Dongji Yunfeng said to the Shenzong elders who came to report.