Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Time passed, Zhang Yifeng and Linghu Nanruo returned to Tianlang Mountain.

"Zhang Yifeng, let me help you heal your injuries."

As soon as he came back, Linghu Nanruo sent spiritual energy to Zhang Yifeng.

Although the effect of this is not great, it is much better than doing nothing.

When Tietou, Lei Yun and others saw Zhang Yifeng being injured, they also sent spiritual energy to Zhang Yifeng.

Li Qing, on the other hand, went to report what Zhang Yifeng and the others discovered to the senior management.

Now the team competition has been completed, and there are a total of 1,000 teams that have been shortlisted, with each team having ten people.

The individual competition is to select 1,000 winners among these 10,000 people.

The winner will naturally enter the secret realm of Lingshan.

In the room, watching Tietou and the others heal themselves, Zhang Yifeng was actually quite grateful. They were a team in the team competition, but in the individual competition, anyone could become an enemy.

According to normal logic, if they don't heal Zhang Yifeng now, they can avoid encountering a strong opponent.

Zhang Yifeng absorbed the spiritual energy of these people while taking the Qi-Building Pill.

But his current body is like a bottomless pit. No matter how much spiritual energy is generated, it will automatically be used as energy to repair his body.

After five hours of recuperation, Zhang Yifeng's body finally recovered somewhat.

He turned to look at the people behind him and said: "Okay, you don't need to convey spiritual energy to me now. You all have a good rest. I have a healing elixir here. You should take it quickly. In tomorrow's competition, you must not do it because of I will prevent you from performing at your normal level during the competition."

"Young leader, you said you were going out to do such a big thing, why didn't you take me with you? If I, Tietou, were here, this young man wouldn't have been injured like this." Tietou said with a look of complaint.

Hearing Tietou say such words, Zhang Yifeng was already very satisfied. He patted Tietou on the shoulder: "Fortunately, you didn't go. That person's strength is at the stage of transcending tribulation. If I didn't make myself like this, I'm afraid There is no way I can come back alive. Thank you all, I, Zhang Yifeng, will always remember your kindness to me, Zhang Yifeng."

"Young Master Zhang is out of touch when he says this. If it weren't for Young Master Zhang in the previous two games, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be qualified to participate in the individual competition. If giving up the individual competition can help Young Master Zhang regain his strength, then I won't go to this secret realm. so what?"

Thundercloud's voice came. He rarely talks.

It seems that Lingyue Continent is not without true feelings. Zhang Yifeng is honored to have met a group of friends who can be friends with each other heart to heart, just like the senior brothers in his sect before.

The next day, Zhang Yifeng had not fully recovered, but he could not just give up the opportunity to practice in the secret realm, and this was also a good opportunity to destroy the Liuli Sect.

Dragging his slightly heavy body, Zhang Yifeng arrived at the meeting place.

Linghu Nanruo and others had already secretly made up their minds. If they faced Zhang Yifeng in this battle, they would definitely admit defeat without hesitation.

At this time, the Immortal Haoyue slowly rose into the sky, but today's Immortal Haoyue was different from usual. He had a serious look on his face and looked at everyone with murderous intent.

"Everyone, the opening of the Lingshan Secret Realm this time was supposed to give all practitioners an opportunity, but I never thought that there would always be some people taking advantage of the situation."

"A lot of angry things have happened in Tianlang City in recent days because of the competition."

"Today, I will put my words here. I am in charge of this secret realm selection competition. Please don't make those little tricks for me. If everyone present feels that you can fight with me, you can give it a try."

These words sounded like threats to those who committed crimes in Sirius City.

But Zhang Yifeng was very disdainful. Under his iron face, he looked at Haoyue Immortal who was speaking with contempt in his eyes.

The Great Immortal Haoyue, who had reached the realm of Sanxian, discovered that so many disciples had died mysteriously, but he was indifferent and only gave a warning.

It seems that it is exactly what Linghu Nanruo said. The reason why the Haoyue Immortal could reach his current status must have used the same method.

When Haoyue Shangxian finished speaking, the 10,000 disciples present began to talk one after another.

"What on earth is going on? What happened in Tianlang City? What made the Great Immortal Haoyue so angry?"

"You don't know, right? A lot of people died in Tianlang City during the competition in the past two days. They were all eliminated monks, and their death was extremely cruel. It looked like they had been drained of blood."

"No way, this is too bold. Immortal Haoyue is still on Tianlang Mountain. He dares to make such an action. He is simply seeking death. However, there is no point in living for such a person."

Even most of the disciples of Liuli Sect began to constantly criticize such behavior.

Lin Beichen felt very uncomfortable when he heard these insults. Although he didn't name them by name, Lin Beichen always felt that these people were scolding him.

A cold light flashed in his eyes: "Zhang Yifeng, I will pay you back a thousand times for the shame you have given me. You'd better pray not to meet me during the game."

"Quiet, I have now issued a warning. No matter which one of you did it, I hope you will take care of yourself and don't let me get the handle. Otherwise, you will not be able to survive or die."

"Next is the individual elimination round. I don't need to explain the rules. Now the competition begins."

Immortal Haoyue waved his hand, and a sign appeared on everyone's hand. The sign had a serial number written on it. Zhang Yifeng's was No. 8.

Then the 10,000 people were evenly allocated to 500 competition fields, and the competitions were held in turns. Zhang Yifeng was separated from Linghu Nanruo and the others.

Looking at the people in the same competition field with him, Zhang Yifeng felt the pressure doubled. These people were all above the Kongming stage, and their strength was extraordinary. They were worthy of being disciples who had been selected through many selections.

If he were not injured, it would be easy for Zhang Yifeng to deal with these people, but his body has not recovered yet. If he encounters someone with a higher level than himself or someone with the same level, Zhang Yifeng will definitely lose.

Just like in the previous team competition, Haoyue went up to the immortal to recite the serial number, and the person who recited the serial number went on to compete.

The individual competition is different from the team competition. The individual competition is faster because it is one-on-one, so Zhang Yifeng watched several games in a row and found it very exciting.

It can be said that the mastery of martial arts and combat skills by those who stayed behind is almost perfect.

If we really want to talk about the difference, then the only difference is that the attributes are incompatible and there is a difference in talent.

"The next group will compete against players No. 8 Mo Leng and No. 56 Niu Dali."

Zhang Yifeng was suddenly shocked when he heard his name being read out.

He tried hard to stay calm and slowly stepped onto the stage. When he saw his opponent, Zhang Yifeng immediately felt something was wrong.

His opponent was a disciple of Feng Ya Pavilion holding a pair of hammers. Zhang Yifeng only used his spiritual consciousness to sense it and knew that this was a monk with dual cultivation of weapons and bodies.