Cultivation Starts From Simplifying the Exercises

The overall strength of the Tapir tribe is comparable to that of the Xian tribe. They have dozens of peak eighth-order and late eighth-order people, and there will be more and more peak eighth-order people in the future.

The human race, a mere middle eighth-order, although with the combat power of the late eighth-order, how can Chen Fei threaten the Tapir tribe!

"It's not a threat, just stating one thing." Chen Fei also laughed.

"It seems that Chen Tianjiao doesn't care about the life of this old man. That saves trouble. I will send him off now, so that he won't linger here and lose face for the Xian tribe."

The smile on Yu Zongguan's face faded, and he walked towards Shi Boyong step by step. The spear in his hand slowly raised, and he was about to pierce Shi Boyong's head directly.

Shi Boyong watched Yu Zongguan calmly walk over, then turned his head to look at the location of the Xian tribe, with a smile on his face, and finally looked at Chen Fei.

Shi Boyong's eyes were very calm. It was just death. Shi Boyong had been prepared for this since he started practicing.

If there is a regret, it is that Shi Boyong could not see the higher realm of martial arts, and finally could only stop at the late stage of the Creation Realm, and he did not even have the opportunity to try the peak of the Creation Realm.

"You can ask me to go, but she should be one of them."

Chen Fei's voice suddenly sounded, pointing at the old woman of the Zhong clan.

The conspiracy and trap that the eighth-level of other clans think is just what they think. For Chen Fei, doing this is just a matter of whether Chen Fei is willing to do it.

Shi Boyong is a good friend, and Chen Fei does not want him to die in front of him, that's all.

Yu Zongguan paused, he really thought Chen Fei was going to give up Shi Boyong.

"Chen Tianjiao is really loyal and righteous, but who will play on our side is naturally..."

"Don't talk nonsense, just be straightforward, if she doesn't go, then you can continue this competition by yourself, and I will directly challenge the eighth-level middle stage of your Tapir clan in the next game. Let's see how many core territories you can have left by then!"

Chen Fei waved his hand directly and interrupted Yu Zongguan's words.

Yu Zongguan's face froze for a moment, and then became extremely gloomy. If Chen Fei really challenged the eighth-level middle-stage of the tapir tribe, they would probably all admit defeat.

Then the territory they finally obtained would probably all fall into the hands of the human race.

Just now, he only thought of threatening Chen Fei with Shi Boyong's life, and he never thought that Chen Fei was so bold as to directly threaten their tapir tribe.

Isn't Chen Fei afraid that after the life-and-death duel, the tapir tribe will directly overwhelm the entire human race!

Yu Zongguan looked back at the old woman of the Zhong tribe. The old woman of the Zhong tribe was a little hesitant, but she thought that three eighth-level late-stage people would fight Chen Fei alone, and they could threaten Shi Boyong's life from time to time.

In this case, it is almost foolproof.

Thinking of the posture Chen Fei had just put on, the old woman of the Zhong tribe snorted coldly, her figure flashed, and she stepped directly into the arena.

Yu Zongguan turned his head and looked at another direction, which belonged to another powerful tribe, the Yin tribe, whose strength was comparable to that of the Tapir tribe.

The most important thing was that there was an extreme late eighth-order person in the Yin tribe. If it weren't for this life-and-death duel, the other party would have been preparing to break through the peak of the eighth order, and it was the kind that was sure to succeed.

"Three against one, it's not fair to win!" A voice came from the Yin tribe, and then a figure appeared in the arena.

Although it was not fair to win, the fight between races was to use every possible means, so Xiao Jihong still went on stage.

"Chen Tianjiao, please!"

Yu Zongguan looked at Chen Fei with a smile on his face, waiting for Chen Fei to join the game.

"There are also bets, just like the bet in Shen Changzhen just now, it's almost enough." Chen Fei continued.

"Okay, okay, bets, right? Yes!" Yu Zongguan did not object, and waved his hand directly, throwing a storage bag outside the field. Yu Zongguan unfolded it, and the value was equivalent to the wealth of four late eighth-order people.

Yu Zongguan didn't want to bargain. What's there to bargain with a dying man?

The other eighth-level masters of various tribes also looked at Chen Fei with some strange eyes.

At this time, Chen Fei was still thinking about the bet. How confident is he?

"Friend Chen, the Xian tribe owes you a favor!"

Shi Dingan's solemn voice sounded in Chen Fei's ears. No matter what the outcome of this fight was, the Xian tribe owed the human race.

"Senior, you don't have to do this. I volunteered to enter the arena." Chen Fei laughed softly, and his figure flashed, and he had already arrived at the arena.

"Friend Chen, why do you have to do this!" Without Yu Zongguan's suppression, Shi Boyong stood up with difficulty and looked at Chen Fei.

Shi Boyong would rather die than drag Chen Fei down in this way.

"Don't have to have any psychological burden. I just don't like them." Chen Fei slapped Shi Boyong on the shoulder, and the power of Yin and Yang in the Nine Heavens Dark Demon Art was injected into Shi Boyong's body.

Shi Boyong's body lightened slightly, and his injury eased a little, but it was only a little, and it still couldn't help him in the battle later, and he would definitely be a drag.

"What a dislike, so arrogant, I just don't know if you will still be so stubborn after I beat you to pieces!" Xiao Jihong laughed loudly.

"You are so stubborn just because of your talent. You died here today, and it's your own fault!" The old woman of the Zhong clan laughed loudly, her face like an evil ghost.

"Yu Zongguan, please!"

Yu Zongguan bowed to Chen Fei, and then his figure suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already behind Shi Boyong, and the long spear in his hand pierced Shi Boyong.

Just as all the eighth-level outside the field thought, in this fight, Shi Boyong was Chen Fei's biggest weakness.

If Chen Fei lets it go, there is no point in entering the arena in person, but if he does, Chen Fei himself will surely die.

"Ding!"

A layer of golden bell suddenly appeared in the air, covering Chen Fei and Shi Borong together. A ripple appeared on the surface of the golden bell, directly blocking Yu Zongguan's attack.

Top-grade fortune Xuanbao!

Seeing the golden bell, the eighth-level races outside the arena were slightly shocked. This was the first eighth-grade top-grade Xuanbao that appeared in the competition so far, because the eighth-level peaks of each race have not really entered the arena.

As for the weapons held by the late eighth-level, at most they are the eighth-grade upper-grade, or like the waterfall sun sword held by Shen Changzhen before, which is only one step away from breaking through to the top-grade weapons.

The real eighth-grade top-grade Xuanbao is not easy to control for practitioners below the eighth-grade peak, and it is extremely precious. There are not many of them among the seven eighth-grade races native to the Xuanling Domain.

As for the foreign races, there may have been many in the tribe before, but in the environment of the Drowned Abyss, there were no corresponding strong people to nurture the Xuanbao, and the grade of the Xuanbao would slowly decline.

Therefore, in the hands of foreign races, the eighth-grade top-grade Xuanbao is also a rare existence.

And now, in the hands of an eighth-stage middle-level, an eighth-grade top-grade Xuanbao actually appeared!

What great inheritance did this human Chen Fei get? That's why his combat power is so amazing. Did the Xuanbao also get it from that inheritance?

The appearance of the eighth-grade top-grade Xuanbao, and it was a defensive Xuanbao, disrupted Yu Zongguan's plan.

But soon, Yu Zongguan's expression returned to calm.

If it was a one-on-one, Chen Fei was holding an eighth-grade top-grade Xuanbao, and Yu Zongguan would probably turn around and leave the arena directly.

After all, Chen Fei's own combat power is already very strong, and the defense is added like this, so there is no need to fight at all.

But now, they are three eighth-stage late-level, and although the top-grade fortune Xuanbao is good, the consumption of Yuanli Shenhun is also extremely amazing.

If Chen Fei defended Shi Boyong and resisted their attacks, within ten moves, Chen Fei's Yuanli and soul would be exhausted, and they would win without any effort.

The old women of the Zhong clan, Shen Yuanping and Xiao Jihong, appeared in another place, slashing at the Golden Bell with a cane and a blade.

In the Golden Bell, Shi Boyong took a deep breath and was about to completely burn his own spirit, spirit and soul.

Chen Fei waved his hand, and the powerful force directly fixed Shi Boyong's movements.

If Shi Boyong really burned his spirit, spirit and soul, he could indeed make a move, but after this move, he would be dead.

The Zangyuan Bell circulated, suddenly shrank, wrapped around Shi Boyong's body, and appeared hundreds of miles away, leaving only Chen Fei standing there.

"Buzz!"

Six ripples spread from Chen Fei's body, and Chen Fei's momentum was like a volcanic eruption, rising into the sky in an instant.

Six layers of the power of the nine heavens!

At the same time, the Nether Demon Realm had already enveloped Chen Fei within a hundred miles at some point, and the extreme cold filled all directions. The movements of Xiao Jihong and the other two became slower involuntarily.

Yu Zongguan let out a long roar, and the fierce force forcibly tore the cold in the realm. Xiao Jihong remained calm, but the majestic sword force also blocked the cold outside.

Chen Fei took a step forward and appeared in front of Shen Yuanping, the old woman of the Zhong clan, and slashed straight out with the Qianyuan Sword in his hand.

Shen Yuanping's strength was undoubtedly much weaker than that of Yu Zongguan and Xiao Jihong, and compared with the previous Shen Changzhen, it could only be said that there was no difference, so at this moment, the coldness on the surface of the body had just been driven away.

The battle between the strong, a slight difference, the final result is a world of difference.

"Defend!"

Seeing Chen Fei rushing straight at Shen Yuanping, Yu Zongguan shouted loudly.

The appearance of the top-grade fortune Xuanbao disrupted the battle order of Yu Zongguan and others, and indeed won a slight advantage for Chen Fei, allowing Chen Fei to have such an opportunity to attack.

Yu Zongguan can only let Shen Yuanping block Chen Fei's sword now, and then he can surround and kill Chen Fei normally.

Shen Yuanping saw Chen Fei close at hand, and did not show off his strength. He blocked the dragon head stick in front of him without leaving any flaws.

"Roar!"

The shadow of the six-legged dragon elephant appeared behind Chen Fei, roaring to the sky, raising the front two legs of the dragon elephant high, and then fell down brazenly.

How strong can Chen Fei be after melting the power of Yu Zongguan's previous shot and attacking with all his strength?

"Boom!"

The Qianyuan sword slashed on the dragon head stick, and the violent sound rushed into the sky.

Shen Yuanping's eyes widened instantly, full of fear and despair.

The dragon head stick that used to be as easy as an arm could not be held at all, and the violent force pressed the dragon head stick to hit Shen Yuanping's body.

Shen Yuanping's body trembled, and he took a step back involuntarily, and his mouth wanted to open to speak.

But before he could say anything, his body instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist.