It quickly shrank to the size of a grain of rice, almost invisible to the naked eye. Then the mysterious scrap iron disappeared into Chen Feng's hands, followed the meridians and came to the Dantian, and was sucked in by the ancient cauldron.

Chen Feng looked inside the Dantian and found that the mysterious scrap iron had been wrapped in it by dragon blood.

The mysterious scrap iron at this time was scattered with a faint green and cold light, light and noble. Although it was only the size of a grain of rice, its momentum was extremely powerful. It was like an extremely powerful holy beast, looking down at Chen Feng proudly.

This majestic momentum cannot even suppress the ancient cauldron!

Chen Feng was both surprised and happy. Although he didn't know what this scrap iron was, it seemed to be an extraordinary product at this time.

He sat cross-legged, holding a medium-grade spirit stone with both hands, and began to absorb the huge spiritual energy in it.

There are many things happening these days, but I haven’t calmed down to practice quietly.

As the spirit stone was crushed by the ancient cauldron, the spiritual energy was converted into true energy, and then it was taken over by Chen Feng, and his power was also growing.

Day and night passed quickly.

The next morning, Chen Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

His divine light flashed in his eyes, his true energy was surging, and his state reached its peak.

After practicing day and night, his power increased to 10,000 pounds! The power of a total of twenty tigers!

Of course, the consumption is also huge. It consumed a total of twenty medium-grade spirit stones, equivalent to one thousand low-grade spirit stones. This degree was terrifying when it was spread. His practice day and night consumed the resources of a disciple of an outer sect for decades.

His cultivation level is fifteen times that of the acquired seventh-level strongman of the same level!

Of course, half of them were eaten by the ancient cauldron.

Chen Feng smiled bitterly: "The cultivation level is indeed very fast, but it consumes the spirit stone level very fast. Twenty medium-grade spirit stones are undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but they were consumed by me so quickly."

"But it doesn't matter. I, Chen Feng, have great skills, are you afraid that I can't earn the spirit stone?"

Today is the third round of the Foreign Sect Competition. Chen Feng took a shower, changed into a green robe, and came to Qianyuan Sect's Foreign Sect.

Seeing him coming, the disciples made way and looked at him with awe.

Chen Feng's reputation has spread, and now everyone knows that he is strong and ruthless.

Chen Feng is also a strong man at the seventh level of acquired nature, and he is already the existence they want to look up to.

"The third round, the 33rd game, Chen Feng plays against Su Shaoyou! Start!"

The referee announced loudly.

After two rounds of battles, there were only 80 people left at the beginning of the 320 people, and today there were only 40 battles. So there were many people gathering around each ring.

There were thousands of people gathering around Chen Feng’s No. 33 ring, which was more than ten times that of others!

Everyone was very concerned about Chen Feng, and they wanted to see where this former waste who rose like a comet and entered the foreign sect competition with an unparalleled dark horse posture.

There were also a few more people dressed as elders of the outer sect in the stands.

Chen Feng's outstanding performance also attracted the attention of the upper class of the sect.

"Junior Brother Han, our junior nephew is really good." An elder smiled at Han Cong.

His eyes looked at Chen Feng, very gentle, with great expectations inside.

Han Cong smiled slightly, with a little emotion in his eyes: "I hope he can soar into the sky like his master back then!"

"What a pity! I think he will probably be like his master, and before he can fly up, he will be killed by a knife!"

At this time, a haggard middle-aged man in his forties came over from the side and sneered.

Han Cong glanced at him and sneered: "It's you! You were also a genius at the beginning, and you were so overwhelmed by Senior Brother Yan that you could not breathe. You could have become a powerful man in the world, but your mentality was unbalanced and your cultivation level was greatly reduced, but now you are still wandering at the first level of the Divine Gate Realm!"

The person who came was Zhao Ruoxi, who was also one of the geniuses of Qianyuan Sect back then.

But since Yan Qingyu entered Qianyuan Sect, his popularity has been suppressed. He fought with Yan Qingyu several times and was easily suppressed by Yan Qingyu. He was narrow-minded and was seriously injured by the anger and vomiting blood, and was seriously ill.

A martial arts practitioner should pay attention to a clear idea. If he has such a thing in his heart, how can he practice well?

Zhao Ruoxi looked at Chen Feng, with deep resentment in his eyes, and sneered: "The hatred between Yan Qingyu and I will never stop for generations! If he dies, it will fall on his disciples."

"I'm here today to see how Yan Qingyu's disciples die!"

Han Cong sneered: "I'm afraid it will disappoint you!"

"Su Shaoyou is the grandson of the Supreme Elder Su. I don't believe he is not Chen Feng's opponent!" Zhao Ruoxi sneered: "Besides, do you think that Supreme Elder Su will let his grandson lose?"

Zhao Ruoxi laughed wildly and said, "This time, Chen Feng will definitely die!"

Han Cong's heart sank.

A young man in his twenties stood opposite Chen Feng.

The young man was very fair and had a baby face with a gentle smile on his face. He bowed to Chen Feng and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Chen, Senior Brother, I am only at the sixth level of acquired cultivation. It is not as good as you. Let's stop until we reach it and don't hurt our lives. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!