As he stood up and was about to leave, Ye Feng couldn't help but blush, and scratched his head in embarrassment. There were more than a dozen faint eyes in front of him, staring at him with complicated expressions.
"Ye Tiancai, you...are you finally done practicing?"
A timid female voice came from over there, and a dozen or so people who had been waiting for a long time came forward hesitantly, looking at Ye Feng as if they were monsters.
"Everyone... I'm sorry. I accidentally inhaled a little more, which affected everyone's practice..."
In fact, Ye Feng had long sensed the appearance of these warriors around him, but no one showed any hostility. He was silent in his cultivation and ignored them.
Now that the practice is over, these people have not left yet, so he casually said sorry.
Those more than ten warriors have black lines on their heads. Brother, did you inhale a little too much? You have obviously drained the vitality of the entire mountain peak, okay?
However, the previous scene was too terrifying. No one was stupid enough to really blame Ye Feng for affecting their cultivation. The reason why they stayed here and did not disperse was naturally because they had never seen such a method 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, the sun was rising, and nearly a hundred forces, large and small, were dispatched one after another, heading towards the Qifeng Mountains.
The Qifeng Mountain Range is the highest peak within Starlight City. It is said that a phoenix once soared from the ground, hence the name. In the past hundred years, basically every city competition has been held in this mountain range.
The city competition is an important competition for selecting talents in the Thirteen Counties of Shenwu. Every disciple who participates in the city competition represents the face of each sect. Therefore, many core disciples who usually do not show off their talents and hide in secret will participate in the competition.
Show up and show off your skills to add glory to your sect.
If you can be ranked among the best, you may be spotted by Shangcheng's special envoy and join Shangcheng's organization. From then on, you can rise to the top and reach the sky in one step.
It is quite difficult to move from a third-rate city like Starlight City to a second-rate city. Cultivation alone may not make it possible, but strong interpersonal relationships are also required.
But if you show your talents in the city competition and stand out, and are directly noticed by the special envoy who comes to the city to select talents, then all the ties will be cut off.
This is also the reason why every time there is a city competition, more than a hundred forces in Starlight City, large and small, will treat them with great dignity and compete to pursue them.
Today's city lord's palace is also crowded. The younger generation of warriors are freshly dressed and brightly dressed. When the morning light rises, they go straight to the Qifeng Mountains under the leadership of steward Ding Mo.
Of course, Ye Feng did not go with him, but wandered with Zhong Li.
Not far out of the city lord's palace, Ye Feng frowned. They met Mo Gaokun again on a narrow road. The two sides happened to be walking in the same direction.
Beside him was a young man in his thirties, carrying a long blood-red knife, with eyebrows like stars and a face as cold as jade.
"You surnamed Ye, you still dare to leave the city lord's mansion... Could it be that you also participated in this city competition?"
When the enemies met, they were extremely jealous. Mo Gaokun felt so angry in his heart. Thinking that he was almost killed by Ye Feng, he became even more angry and stepped forward to block the way with an arrogant expression.
"So it's Mr. Mo's flag master... why... are you itchy or are you looking for trouble?" Ye Feng Leng raised his head slightly, looked at Mo Gaokun and said in a calm voice.
As the young master of the Blood Dragon Banner, it is inevitable to participate in the city competition. If he does not give up on himself, Ye Feng will not show mercy during the city competition.
"Are you Ye Feng?"
Before the frustrated Mo Gaokun could speak, the young man carrying a blood-red sword stepped forward and spoke indifferently with a condescending attitude.
"That's right! Why, do you have a problem with me?"
For this person, Ye Feng felt a little cautious in his heart. This young man had a very heavy evil spirit. His eyes swept over him, and the tiger's mouth where he crossed his front was even more covered with calluses. Ye Feng knew that only warriors who walked out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses could
, that is why there is such a strong evil spirit.
"Blood Dragon Banner Mo Lengchang. Your head belongs to me. I'm waiting for you on the top of Qifeng Mountain!"
Without saying a word, the young man with the knife on his back strode forward without saying a word, seemingly not paying any attention to Mo Gaokun who was following him.
"Haha... Mr. Ye, just wash your neck! Hey, senior brother Leng Chang... don't walk so fast, wait for me!"
Mo Gaokun rushed forward and chased him. He really didn't dare to face Ye Feng alone. The scars left on his body still made him feel a faint pain...
"Brother Ye, it seems like this trip won't be peaceful."
Watching the two people walking away, Zhongli couldn't help shaking his head with a bitter smile on his face. This kid, I really don't know how he provoked so many enemies.
"Once you've come, let's make peace with it..."
"Brother Zhongli, if you are not envied by others, you are a mediocre person. Geniuses are not shouted out, but are cut out from the crowd step by step." Ye Feng spread his hands as if he didn't care, and did not notice Mo Gaokun and Xuelongqi at all.
Take the threat from the master to heart...
Since ancient times, there has been only one road in the Qifeng Mountains. Two hours later, the two of them reached the top of the mountain.
From a distance, the forests below are all dyed, and all the mountains are small. Only the mountains are crowded with people. Apart from the human race, there are also some warriors from other races who come here to watch the battle and join in the fun.
There is a natural stone platform on the top of the mountain, as flat as a mirror. Huge viewing platforms have been built along the four sides of this stone platform. They are as high as the Roman Colosseum. They are magnificent and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.
It's not yet noon, and all the forces, big and small, have already arrived. The best seats at the front of the four stands are occupied by the three factions of the Extreme Fire Castle, and one is where the city lord's palace is.
Ye Feng, who was taking Zhongli with him, bypassed the crowd, walked to the seat on the side of the city lord's palace, and found a place to sit down.
He didn't want to be high-profile, but as soon as he showed up, many warriors he knew or didn't know immediately came forward to greet him.
"Ye Tiantian..."
"Ye Tiantian is here. You are the main force of our city lord's palace. You must fight for us."
Some of these young warriors had watched the battle where Ye Feng killed He Bayi and knew how powerful he was.
In addition, the news about Ye Feng practicing on the mountain peak behind the city lord's mansion was also spread a few days ago. It was said that his cultivation was like a giant beast in the wild, swallowing up the world and absorbing all the spiritual energy of a mountain peak. Although most people sneered at this matter: an imaginary beast.
A low-level warrior... how is that possible! But the dozen or so warriors he saw with his own eyes all agreed, which also gained Ye Feng a lot of popularity.
After Ye Feng responded to all the greetings with a smile, he looked at the other three factions.
Among them there was an acquaintance who had met him before. Opposite where the Giant Spirit Sword Sect was, the master of the Killing Heart Sword, dressed in gray and white Taoist robes, was sitting in the middle of the high platform opposite, with his eyes lowered and no expression on his face.
There were more than a dozen disciples standing on the left and right, Zhou Ruoyun was the third in line, looking for something with his wandering eyes...
Ye Feng turned to look to the left.
A huge blood-colored flag stands on the viewing platform on the left. The leader of the Blood Dragon Flag, Mo Wuqing, has a majestic face and a pair of eyes as bright as knives. Anyone who is swept by him can't help but tremble slightly.
Mo Gaokun also sat on the side of the high platform with a proud face. A group of disciples gathered around him, with flattering expressions on their faces, and they kept flattering Young Master Mo.
Seeing Ye Feng glance at him, Young Master Mo gave a ferocious smile, stretched out his right hand, and made a stroke on his neck, his provocation clearly revealed.
There were almost dozens of disciples on the entire Blood Dragon Flag high platform, but the young man named "Mo Lengchang" remained silent, like a sculpture...