Whether it is Yang Feng or Ji He, they are all unknown people.

If Ji He had not been trapped in the secret realm for tens of thousands of years, fewer people would have known him.

After Yang Feng came to the stage, no one knew him, but Ji He's fiancée looked at Yang Feng in disbelief.

As Ji He's fiancée, although she doesn't care about Ji He, she also knows Ji He's strength.

If you talk about alchemy, Ji He is competent.

But in a place where the competition is such as the strength competition, Ji He Shangqu is a joke.

The woman in green dress standing next to Ji He's fiancée shouted in surprise: "This guy didn't actually sell it for sale. He really came to participate in the competition. Is he crazy?"

Ji He's fiancée did not answer the words of the woman in the green skirt, and she also thought Ji He was crazy.

Anyone who can participate in this competition can instantly win Jihe.

She also believes that the reason why Ji He showed a bunch of spiritual herbs was to sell the quota for the competition, or to help the Divine Sect exchange for a quota.

It seems that this is not the case now. Ji He went on stage to participate in the competition by himself.

Yang Feng just stood on the ring when a dark spotted man came to him.

As soon as the man came up, Yang Feng realized that this guy was in the perfect state of Kong Nie.

The dark spots on his face had a strange aura, which shows that he was caused by practicing martial arts.

Yang Feng sacrificed a medium-grade artifact long sword. The man's eyes fell on Yang Feng's long sword and said lightly: "Take the blame on your own initiative, I won't hurt you, otherwise, I will start, and if you want to admit defeat, I'm afraid it will be too late."

As he spoke, his momentum surged up, directly suppressing Yang Feng's domain.

Yang Feng let the other party's field gain the upper hand and did not incite the field to counterattack.

With his strength, if he wants to incite a counterattack in the field, this male cultivator with a dark face is simply vulnerable.

"Stop talking."

Yang Feng didn't say nonsense, and the long sword in his hand rushed out in a normal manner.

The long sword only brought out a few sword patterns. There was no bonus to any magical powers, and even the law of space Yang Feng was useless.

He knew very well what he was doing here, not to tell others how strong he was.

Instead, if you want to go to Shenquan, as long as you can go to Shenquan, it doesn’t matter even if he ranks tenth.

"You are looking for death..."

The dark-spotted man shouted angrily, his field completely suppressing Yang Feng's field. In this case, Yang Feng not only refused to admit defeat.

He dares to use his long sword to take the initiative, why not seek death?

The man with a dark face waved his hand. A black cloud suddenly appeared between him and Yang Feng.

A rotten smell quickly dissipated, and Yang Feng then realized that this was not a black cloud, but a shroud.

To be honest, it was the first time he saw someone using a shroud as a magic weapon.

The shroud of the man with dark faces was obviously different. The nausea and stenchy smell almost made Yang Feng vomit.

Not only that, one invisible rhyme after another permeates the shroud.

These Taoist rhymes instantly merged into the realm of the man with dark faces. The realm that had suppressed Yang Feng was even more powerful. Perhaps in a few more breaths, Yang Feng's realm would be broken.

Yang Feng frowned a little. He knew that he had to hold a stalemate with the other party for a while, but the shroud of the dark-faced man was so disgusting.

After the dark-faced man's shroud was sacrificed, his field was integrated with the Taoist aura of the shroud, and the suppression power was even stronger.

Yang Feng naturally would not let the other party crush him, his field became even stronger.

Even if the field of the man with dark faces is enhanced, Yang Feng's field can be vaguely blocked.

When the dark-spotted man merged into his domain with the Taoist rhyme of the shroud, dozens of skeleton palms rushed out of the shroud, completely blocking the space around Yang Feng.

No matter which side Yang Feng fled, he could not escape the shadow of these skeleton palms.

What he thought was very good, but unfortunately his idea was to rely on the field where the field completely suppressed Yang Feng.

When he caught the skeleton hand shadow in his shroud, he suddenly realized that Yang Feng's domain had been strengthened at some point, even if his shroud and the domain were merged, he could not break through the half point.

"KaKaKa..."

Fragile sounds of teeth grinding came, and the sword patterns of Yang Feng's long sword suddenly became more numerous. Except for part of them blocked by the shroud, the rest of the sword patterns were all hit in the palms of these skeleton palms. These skeleton palm prints were completely shattered like popcorn.

Dark-spotted face could not believe this result at all. He thought Yang Feng would definitely be grabbed by his skeleton hand and then turned into a wisp of resentful soul on his shroud.

Unexpectedly, in the end, his skeleton claw shadows were all broken, and his opponent had nothing to do.

Yang Feng really wanted to directly suppress the other party with the domain at this time, and then kill the dark face in front of him in the sunset dusk.

However, he finally held back. When he smashed the skeleton claws with his long sword, he seemed to have suffered a great backlash and flew backwards by the recoil.

As a casual cultivator, even if he wanted to kill this dark face, he could not do it so easily.

Otherwise, I'm afraid he would be repeatedly investigated before he went to Shenquan.

Seeing Yang Feng fly backwards, the dark-spotted face breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Feng's domain just now increased, and then the sword pattern exploded. He believed that this should be Yang Feng burning his essence and blood, and then using the ultimate killing method.

After figuring this out, the dark-spotted face did not hesitate at all, and rolled up the shroud and rushed over.

He was so upset if he didn't kill Yang Feng.

The smell of the cold and corpse scented, mixed with endless black skeletons rushed towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng sighed in his heart. He was really unlucky and met such a disgusting immortal cultivator.

If it weren't for the first bridge of Naihe on the stage, this dark-spotted face could jump off his Naihe Bridge and make some contributions to Naihe Bridge.

At this time, Yang Feng could only fight and once again sacrificed two defensive shields to strangle them with this dark face.

After one stick of incense, the dark-spotted face felt something was wrong.

Although the opponent is in a mess and seems to be dead at any time, he is always safe and sound.

Is the other party pretending? I deliberately wanted to fight him like this? The dark face thinks about it, the more I feel that this is true.

My dark face, who originally wanted to use magical powers, began to feel a little upset.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to give up using his magical powers and immediately admit defeat.

The time should be almost over. Yang Feng just thought of this and felt the dark face wanting to retreat.

At this time, how could he let the dark-spotted face walk away safely?

Several more shields were sacrificed, and his shield completely blocked the dark-spotted face.

The feeling of strong spatial constraints came, and the dark face felt a slump in his heart. He was sure that Yang Feng had pretended before.

This powerful spatial constraint is definitely not something that an ordinary cultivator of Nirvana can show.

He was about to admit defeat. At this time, how could Yang Feng let his opponent speak?

While the space bound the dark-spotted face, the sword pattern of the long sword completely penetrated the head of the dark-spotted face.

"Puff puff puff..."

The sword pattern rolled up blood flowers, and the entire soul of the dark-spotted face was strangled to nothingness by Yang Feng.

Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, put away his things, and slowly walked off the battle stage.

Yang Feng did not accept the things of the black-faced cultivator. One of them, he looked down on these things, and the other was that he didn't know who was behind the black-faced cultivator.

He didn't want to be excused by some people because he accepted these things.

Yang Feng and the black-faced cultivator are not famous masters. The two have fought until now and the death of one person has not caused much surprise.

Many immortal cultivators are still talking about the battle between Andy and Yeping.

"Ji He actually won, this..." The woman in the green dress who had been paying attention to Yang Feng in the distance said in surprise again.

Cen Xuan also looked at Yang Feng in disbelief. After fighting with the black-faced cultivator, Yang Feng looked very embarrassed.

Not only is his hair messy, but his clothes also have many damaged areas, and his breath is also a little unstable.

No matter what Yang Feng is like, it is a fact that Yang Feng beats the black-faced cultivator.

"He seems to have changed a lot."

After a long time, Cen Xuan answered.

Whether Yang Feng ridiculed Guo Hao outside the Secret Realm or Yang Feng participated in the competition, it was completely different from Ji He before.

The woman in the green skirt beside Cen Xuan sighed and said, "He should have gotten some opportunities in the secret realm, but unfortunately he still doesn't know how to adapt. The one he killed just now was the core disciple of the Corpse Sect. Now that he has been killed, it would be strange if the Corpse Sect will let him go."

The woman in the green skirt dispelled Cen Xuan's doubts that had just aroused.

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Yang Feng naturally didn't know that he killed the people from the Corpse Sect. No matter how powerful the Corpse Sect was, he would still kill him without hesitation if he wanted his life.

At this time, he was standing in a corner, watching other cultivators fight, and then waiting for his next game.

Most of the battles are very fast. Except for a very small number of immortal cultivators who have been fighting a little longer, the first fifty games ended soon.
To be continued...