The last monk of the Feng system was frozen by the coldness of the ice cone, and a set of high-level spiritual weapon robes on his body was almost shattered by the superimposed power of four fireballs.
Four fireballs exploded around him, and the explosion waves continued to impact back and forth. The combined power was ten times more than a single fireball. Any monk in the Qi Refining Stage would also suffer heavy internal injuries under such an attack.
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His whole body felt as if he had been hit hard, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out with a "puff" sound.
He was shaking violently and almost fell to the ground, but after a few stumbles, he still held the Wind Spirit Sword and managed to stand firm on the arena without falling.
"My skills are inferior to others, and I have nothing to say if I lose at your hands!"
The monk was covered in bloodstains. He looked at Ye Chen with very unwilling eyes and gasped, "I can see that you are not trying your best. You are proficient in almost all basic spells, and you must have a trump card."
I haven’t used it yet. I just want to know how big the gap is between me and you?!"
"I only use one fire eye to see through your movements. One lightning strike to block, four ice picks to block, and four fireballs to attack. A total of ten small spells were released, which consumed less than one-tenth of the mana.
This is just a simple spell combination. If you and I fight again ten times, I can use other completely different spell combinations to defeat you ten times at least ten times."
Ye Chen looked at the monk, thought for a while, and said.
He stopped and took a sip of the third-level glutinous alcohol spirit wine, quickly recovering one-tenth of the mana he had consumed, and did not attack again.
The opponent has lost the ability to continue fighting. Being able to stand on this arena is all due to perseverance and not falling. Such an opponent, even if he is a monk from the Feng family, Ye Chen still admires him and allows him to show his dignity.
Walk off the arena.
"Completely different methods, defeated at least ten times!?"
After hearing this, the monk at the end of the Feng Department looked extremely pale with a sad smile. He believed that what Ye Chen said was not a lie.
Being able to see fire eyes is not scary. At most, you can see through his "Blizzard Shadow" movement technique, but you may not be his opponent.
Being struck by lightning is not a big deal. Just put on the lightning-resistant robe.
Knowing how to use ice picks is not scary. Just put on the anti-ice robe.
Small fireballs are even less scary. Under normal circumstances, very few monks would be defeated by fireballs.
However, when these spells are all performed by a monk, they become frightening. The perfect combination of various elementary spells, even the most common fireball, can exert unexpectedly powerful power.
"My strength should be among the top 100 among thousands of monks. If it weren't for the instructions above, I might have a chance to get a Foundation Establishment Pill. With your strength, there is no problem in the top 30."
The last monk from the Feng Department shook his head, somewhat regretful. He turned around and walked hard towards the arena. It wasn't until he walked out of the arena that he finally couldn't hold on any longer and coughed up blood again, staggering down.
on the ground.
The Tianxu Immortal Sect disciples who were outside the venue hurriedly went to rescue him.
At this point, dozens of monks from Feng's faction who participated in the Immortal Sect Examination were all seriously injured and eliminated. Even with such injuries, even with the best treatment, they would not be able to recover within a few days.
Ye Chen defeated the last third-generation disciple of the Feng family and stood calmly on the fighting stage No. 50, looking at the surrounding arena and the observation deck dedicated to second-generation true disciples. He knew that Feng Zhongjie and Wang De were watching from above.
With.
But, what can be done!
There are more than fifty golden elixir elders in Tianxu Immortal Sect. Feng Xi is headed by a golden elixir elder from Tianxu Immortal Sect. He is far from being able to cover the sky with one hand. If he is younger than Tianxu Immortal Sect’s palm,
Compared to the powerful elders, a mere member of the Feng family is nothing.
Ye Chen felt calm
There was a lot of astonishment and exclamations under the Xianmen Arena.
A large number of monks rushed up to one hundred positions on the arena, only to be beaten down again.
The ones who kept the list changed one after another.
There are very few monks who can hold on to one position. Being able to hold on to the ranking list under the repeated attacks of the wheel war can only be done with absolute strength.
Many monks who participated in the big exam were shocked when they saw the brutal bloody battles taking place on the 50th fighting platform. The keeper of the 50th list, a monk with a low reputation, actually kept his position.
This was enough to shock most of the monks in the examination room, and they looked at the list keeper with awe.
Among the crowd in the examination room, Zhu Haomin, Jiang Zhi and Wei Ming were also extremely excited. They had not yet come to the stage and had been watching Ye Chen's competition.
"Ye Chen, you are so strong!"
Zhu Haomin's eyes flickered and his mood was extremely complicated. Ever since Ye Chen came on stage, he had been closely watching every battle on the 50th Fighting Stage.
He has always wanted to know how strong Ye Chen is, but unfortunately there are too few opportunities to fight. Back then, the fights in the Demon Suppression Tower were just a few blinks of an eye, and there were so many people, it couldn't be considered a real fight.
But now, Zhu Haomin finally saw a small part of it clearly.
Ye Chen's skills were so solid, all of them were basic elementary spells, and he didn't use any amazing high-level combat skills or mixed spells.
But even so, Ye Chen still won completely.
Dozens of eighth- and ninth-level monks in the Qi Refining Stage were defeated in front of Ye Chen.
Every monk has strengths and weaknesses due to his own spiritual roots. Once he is attacked in a weak spot, it will easily lead to defeat.
Ye Chen's advantage is an all-round advantage. He does not have an advantage at a certain point, but by adding up all the points, he forms an all-round advantage, attacking the opponent's weaknesses, so that the opponent is exhausted and unable to deal with it.
He was in danger. He knew clearly that all the spells he used were the lowest-level spells, but there was no way to deal with him.
"Ye Chen's weaknesses are very obvious. Each system of spells is mediocre and seems to have nothing special. However, once the spells of these systems appear on him alone, these weaknesses unexpectedly disappear! His opponents are everywhere.
They are all fatal weaknesses. This is an unsolvable style of play!"
Zhu Haomin is bitter.
He knew very well that Ye Chen's fighting method was determined by Duolinggen, and others could not learn it even if they wanted to.
"Senior Brother Ye, he killed all of Feng Zhongjie's men! More than thirty people were seriously injured and eliminated!"
Jiang Zhi covered her mouth with her small hands, grinning from ear to ear in surprise.
"Who is Feng Zhongjie? He is just a second-generation true disciple and a monk in the foundation-building stage! Even he wants to recruit senior brother Ye as his subordinate! With senior brother Ye's strength, after breaking through the foundation-building stage, it won't take many years to defeat Feng Zhongjie.
Get down!"
Wei Ming's eyes flashed with fanaticism and he shouted loudly.
There is no one from the Feng family in this arena, and he is not afraid of offending anyone.
It's not just inside the stadium.
Around the entire Xianmen Arena, there were hundreds of thousands of third-generation disciples watching the big exam. Seeing the extremely fierce fighting on the 50th fighting stage, they couldn't help but stir up excitement. They were discussing who the keeper was and what was going on.
Xianmen Arena, the observation deck in the second-generation monk area.
Feng Zhongjie's face turned purple, he held his palm and kept watching until he saw that the last and most powerful third-generation disciple of the Feng family was defeated miserably at the hands of Ye Chen.
"They are indeed a bunch of rubbish. Even the strongest one couldn't drive him down even if he went up!"
Feng Zhongjie's face was so thick it was almost bleeding, and he was gritting his teeth. He no longer had third-generation monks at his disposal, only second-generation monks from the Feng family. But they couldn't interfere in the big exam. There were many Jindan elders here, and it was impossible for him to be there.
Doing tricks in the arena.
Wang De, who was beside him, also looked ashen.
This was a desperate move by three generations of Feng disciples.
In this year's Immortal Sect Grand Examination, dozens of third-generation disciples of the Feng family were seriously injured one by one. They were all eliminated and lost their hope of competing for the top 100 in the Tianxu Immortal Sect Grand Examination ahead of time.
One hundred years before entering the big exam, you get a Foundation Establishment Pill. It just gives you a certain chance to build a Foundation. It doesn’t mean that you can become a Foundation Establishment monk 100%. But if you don’t have a Foundation Establishment Pill, you may not be able to build a Foundation 100% of the time.
"Senior Brother Feng, we failed in this exam. We lost the opportunity to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill, and also lost the opportunity to add a Foundation Establishment Monk. It seems that it will take three years to cultivate a Foundation Establishment Monk.
Already."
Wang De said bitterly, "What we need to worry about now is that if Ye Chen enters the top 30 in this exam and gets more than two foundation-building pills, it is very likely that he will build a foundation. Now that suppression is not successful, how should we deal with him in the future!"
"Are you saying that even though I am a Feng-type person, I still have to be afraid of him?! Even if he becomes a foundation-building monk, I can take care of him by myself!"
Feng Zhongjie suddenly seemed to be stimulated, his eyes were extremely angry, and he turned his head and roared at Wang De.
When Wang De saw him furious, he wisely shut up and did not dare to say more.
On the huge observation deck dedicated to second-generation true disciples.
Many foundation-building monks noticed the fierce battle on the 50th Fighting Platform.
These second-generation true disciples could somewhat recognize a group of Feng Zhongjie's subordinates, and they were a little surprised when they saw this group of Feng monks rushing forward to challenge No. 50.
"Feng Zhongjie actually had a hard time with a third-generation disciple. In this year's big exam, the Feng lineage seems to have failed completely. There is no way to add a foundation-building monk within three years. I'm afraid it will take three years before there is hope."
"Who is that person? He actually made Feng Zhongjie so angry that he did not hesitate to send the entire Feng family to him?!"
"I know a little bit about it. I heard that a few years ago, when Feng Zhongjie was the director of the exam, he found an outstanding third-generation disciple and wanted to recruit this third-generation disciple to join the Feng family. But he was rejected by this person, and he became angry.
, so he thought about suppressing him. But now it seems that his suppressing has not had the slightest effect, and on the contrary, it has cost him his capital."
"Haha, Feng Zhongjie's temper is too arrogant. If people don't want to obey, why force him? Now he's shooting himself in the foot."
Some of the true disciples from other factions saw Feng Zhongjie's ugly face from a distance and couldn't help but laugh at him. They didn't mind that the laughter would reach Feng Zhongjie's ears.
Within the Tianxu Immortal Sect, the Jindan cultivator is the leader of the factions, and there are many major factions. There are more than fifty factions, and the Feng faction is just one of them.
The monks from other sects were of course happy to see the Feng family being unlucky in the exam, and the dozens of third-generation disciples they had managed to support were wiped out in the examination room. Originally, the third-generation disciples of the Feng family also had a chance to win the Immortal Sect exam rankings.
One or two positions in the list. Unfortunately, in order to attack a third-generation disciple with all his strength, the entire army was wiped out. Now that the Feng faction is abolished, disciples from other factions will have more opportunities to be on the list.
Naturally, they were optimistic about the outcome and restrained the three generations of monks from their respective factions not to get involved.