Ling Feng frowned slightly. Although he only sensed it for a moment, Ling Feng was almost certain that the mysterious figure that appeared in the Jidao Palace must be Ye Xiu.
But why did this person visit the imperial city at night?
Shaking his head, Ling Feng had no intention of exposing Ye Xiu. In a sense, he actually wanted to take advantage of tonight to explore the situation in the imperial city.
Unfortunately, an episode involving the general and his son made him the center of attention.
As a result, it would not be so easy for him to fish in troubled waters and sneak out of the hall.
And if it were discovered, I'm afraid it would alert the snake.
"Ye Xiu is really mysterious."
Ling Feng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose. A weak young man who was born with a weak body and was possessed by cold poison was able to cultivate to such a state.
Moreover, the whole body is filled with an extremely mysterious color.
At least, so far, Ling Feng can't see through this person at all.
He shook his head. It was useless to think too much. Everyone has his own secrets, just like himself. He came here for the Shenhuang Picture Book.
Along with the great wizards from the Temple of the Witch God, they returned to their residence and rested for the night. Early the next morning, they would continue to participate in the Tianhe martial arts performance.
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One night passed very quickly.
But for the spectators who are waiting for the game to start, this night is really easy for them to wait.
After three rounds of competition, there are still sixty-one contestants left, and of these sixty-one, according to regulations, only the last thirty can be left.
In other words, although one person will be given a bye in this round, it does not mean that he can advance directly. Instead, after the other thirty or sixty players decide the winner, one person will be randomly assigned to compete with them.
Fight.
Among these two people, only one can stay.
Of course, the three seeded players who are the favorites to win the championship will still not meet prematurely, and the showdown between them will be left to the end.
The game went on in an orderly manner.
People such as Wu Xuan, Zhu Wushuang, Huang Yu and others defeated their opponents without any suspense.
Ye Xiu was no exception. Although he looked extremely weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, he always defeated his opponent in an instant.
Even so far, in the fourth round of the competition, no one can figure out what kind of ability Ye Xiu is using.
And his mystery also made Wu Xuan and other favorite players start to take him seriously.
"Next game, Ling Feng, versus Zhu Rong!"
As the referee's words fell, Zhu Rong, from the Red Flame God Clan, kicked the ground with both feet, and his body was like a cannonball, flying directly onto the ring.
His eyes were full of evil spirits.
"Boy, we are really on the wrong side of the road!"
Zhu Rong's voice had a bone-chilling coldness that came from the Nine Nether Hell. He stared at Ling Feng with his eyes and said fiercely: "I told you, you are not so lucky this time!"
Zhu Rong naively thought that he just underestimated the enemy last time and suppressed his cultivation.
If he fights with all his strength, Ling Feng will definitely lose!
Although Ling Feng really stole the show at the royal banquet last night, so what?
It’s just a bit of brute force!
"Why……"
But Ling Feng sighed softly, flew up to the ring slowly, and glanced at Zhu Rong, with a hint of sympathy flashing in his eyes.
The corner of Zhu Rong's mouth twitched violently, and he felt an insult from Ling Feng's eyes!
"Damn it!"
Zhu Rong clenched his fists tightly. This "waste" who is only at the third level of the ninth realm, how does he have the right to sympathize with me?
Could it be that he still naively thought that he could defeat himself?
This arrogant and ignorant boy!
"The game begins!"
When both sides arrive and the referee gives the order, the game officially begins.
As long as you don't intentionally injure your opponent, in principle, there are no restrictions during the game.
"Boy, you will pay a heavy price for your arrogant and ignorant attitude and the shame you brought to me in Tianxialou that day!"
Zhu Rong let out a low roar, and in an instant, a burst of blazing flames burst into flames all over his body.
The Crimson Flame God Clan is a race that is proficient in the power of fire. They are good at controlling fire, and their control and understanding of various fire rules are countless times better than ordinary people.
And under his full exertion, Ling Feng's still immature Zhoutian Chaos Formation could only weaken a bit of his flame power, but it could not completely eliminate it.
"Hmph!"
Feeling that the power of flames around him was being suppressed, Zhu Rong suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and used the power of essence and blood to explode the flames in his body to the extreme.
"Boy, you asked for this!"
Zhu Rong originally hoped that he could use this move to get into the top fifteen or even the top ten.
But now, in order to make Ling Feng pay the price, he can no longer control so much.
"Is this your trump card?"
Seeing Zhu Rong rushing in front of him, his whole body was burning with extremely domineering flames, like a flaming unicorn, charging towards him with extremely turbulent momentum.
However, in the next moment, a more terrifying and domineering flame burned around Ling Feng.
The fire of swallowing flames burns blazingly.
Moreover, what made Zhu Rong feel desperate was that he discovered that the flames around Ling Feng were actually devouring his original fire!
"What?"
Zhu Rong's eyelids jumped wildly and he looked at Ling Feng in disbelief.
"Remember, don't play with fire in front of me!"
A teasing smile appeared at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, and then he gently raised his right hand.
"Crack!"
The next moment, an extremely clear slap sounded. The flames all over Zhu Rong's body seemed to have been drained away by Ling Feng, and his body was like a ball. He was thrown away by this slap, and was thrown away heavily.
Falling off the stage.
One slap, instant kill!
"Oh my god...oh my god..."
The entire audience was shocked again. The flame controlled by Ling Feng was actually still on top of the original divine fire of the Crimson Flame God Clan.
Those are the gods!
This has somewhat broken the understanding of ordinary people, and caused the worldview of many people present to collapse.
The Red Flame God Clan is a race that is good at controlling fire. Generally speaking, any foreign race that plays with fire in front of them will basically be suppressed.
Although there are no absolutes in this world, normally speaking, it is only possible for ordinary monks to surpass the Red Flame God Clan in the control of flames if their realm far exceeds that of the other party.
But now, Ling Feng's level is obviously far lower than Zhu Rong's!
At the VIP table, several elders from the Crimson Flame God Clan had serious expressions. The Clan of Gods, who are proficient in controlling flames, actually lost to an ordinary person in the power of fire?
This is undoubtedly a huge shame for the Red Flame God Clan!
Of course, they didn't know that their proud bloodline was nothing short of a joke in front of Ling Feng.
Not to mention that Ling Feng possesses the blood of the two great overlords of the Immortal Realm, the Tiandao Clan and the Xantian Clan, even the divine blood of the direct lineage of the Jiuli God Clan that Mu Qianxue left in his body to save Ling Feng did not know how to crush Chi Yan.
How many streets does the God Clan have?
Compared to the elders of the Red Flame God Clan who looked downcast, like eggplants beaten by frost, the great wizards at the Temple of the Witch God were beaming with joy.
Ling Feng defeated Zhu Rong, which means that he has been steadily promoted to the top fifteen!
This is already a very rare achievement for the Temple of the Witch God!