The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng had just entered the venue. He did not feel nervous, but felt the murderous intent coming from all directions.

He first looked at Feng Xing. Needless to say, the two of them could not deal with this person since the first day they met him, not to mention Sang Cancan beside him.

Today, Feng Xing still looked like a banished immortal who was not stained by the fireworks of the world. He sat there, unwilling to look at Qin Feng more, as if the more he paid attention to Qin Feng, the more points he lost.

He has always been like this, which is not surprising to Qin Feng.

But Sang Cancan beside him was very strange today. It was strange enough that she did not look at him with a grin and a face of fate.

Retracting his gaze, Qin Feng did not look at other people.

But he could feel that the murderous intent around him did not only come from these two people.

Looking up, the highest seat was covered by a cloud of fog, and there was a faint murderous intent coming from it.

His sight did not linger for long. The person sitting there was at least in the late Yuanying period.

At least now, he can't face so many Yuanying stage masters head-on.

After Zhu Xing and the others sent him here, they sat down. The people from Fengling Mountain also left. Only Qin Feng and Feng Xing were left in the middle of the field.

Qin Feng glanced at Feng Xing and suddenly remembered something.

When he came here, his cultivation was already at the Jindan stage.

At that time, he didn't know the way of cultivation in this world, and he relied entirely on the power in the seeds.

But this time after returning from the Sword Test Mountain, he made up for it hard, knowing that after being promoted to the Jindan in this world, the gap between geniuses and ordinary cultivators will become larger and larger.

For example, that day Zhongli and Huang Qisi formed a pill on the stage at the same time. A seven-turn golden pill destined the Huang family to have another genius and another hope of transcending the tribulation and ascending.

And since the Beast Taming Sect has Zhongli, I am afraid that after the Immortal Sect Conference, the status of the entire sect will double.

One more golden pill means that this person's upper limit is a hundred times higher.

However, Qin Feng did not know what the golden elixir looked like in the inner world. His inner world was very small because he had no spiritual bones.

All his spiritual power was stored in the seeds in his dantian, but he did not feel the existence of any golden elixir.

Later, he broke through the Nascent Soul, and did not even feel the formation of the Nascent Soul.

Could it be that his golden elixir did not have a golden elixir at all?

But if he did not form a golden elixir, how could he be considered as a golden elixir stage or a Nascent Soul stage?

This was something Qin Feng could not figure out.

Because in the cultivation rules of this world, even ordinary bone body cultivators would also form elixir when they were promoted to the golden elixir stage, but the upper limit was to have a third-turn golden elixir.

Then what was Qin Feng who had not formed an elixir even when he reached the golden elixir stage?

He did not understand, so he wanted to see Feng Xing.

Yesterday, Feng Xing's seventh-turn golden elixir also attracted the admiration of the immortals.

He planned to take a good look today to see what the so-called seventh-turn golden elixir was and why he did not have it.

Feng Xing turned his head slightly after noticing Qin Feng's gaze.

At this moment, there were only two of them in the field. They were close to each other. Feng Xing spoke, and his voice was just heard by the two of them: "I didn't expect you to make it this far."

"If it's a provocation, I advise you to forget it." Feng Xing had just said one sentence, and Qin Feng had already crossed his arms and said lazily: "I've heard the same thing too many times, and my ears are all calloused."

Feng Xing didn't expect Qin Feng to be so straightforward, and his face was a little stiff.

What does he mean by this? Is he reminding himself that everyone who had said harsh words to him before has become his defeated opponent?

After entering the immortal gate for a hundred years, Feng Xing was provoked in person for the first time, and he was just an ordinary person.

Feng Xing's face was not very good, but he did not fight back.

Only the incompetent will get angry.

"Haha." He sneered and didn't look at Qin Feng again.

But at this time, the Forget Worry Sword in his hand was ready to move.

Forget Worry was once the sword of Baoyue Zhenren. This ancient famous sword followed Baoyue Zhenren for four hundred years, and before him, it followed Baoyue Zhenren's master for five hundred years.

It is passed down from generation to generation and will only be passed on to the master who truly deserves it.

It is rumored that the Forget-Sorrow Sword was once the natal sword forged by the Fairy Luoyue, and the sword bone is a finger bone of the Fairy Baoyue.

As for the Fairy Luoyue, she was a cultivator who once ascended from the Three Thousand Square Realms.

The same is true for Master Baoyue.

In the Immortal Sect, there are also such people who do not join any sect, practice independently, and become immortals.

But their influence in the Immortal Sect is not small, because no one in this world can truly live alone.

Since birth, along the way, the people around him will always have a thousand threads of connection.

For example, Master Baoyue, although he has lived in Luoxia Valley for many years to practice, he actually has some contacts with the four major sects.

At the beginning, Feng Xing entered the WuXiangzong, because An Jingfu met him when he went to see Baoyue Zhenren to reminisce about the past, and he took a liking to him at first sight.

After learning that he had already made Wangyou Sword recognize its master at that time, he was even more surprised.

After taking it back to Wuxiangzong, Fengxing quickly became the most outstanding disciple of Fengling Mountain with only the Wangyou Sword.

Today, he also wants to take this Wangyou Sword to correct the name of all the disciples of the immortal sect who have awakened the spirit bones in the immortal sect - ordinary bones should not be contaminated by the immortal sect.

Today's competition has attracted much attention. There is no cumbersome process in front, and the ring will soon start.

This time there is no need to draw lots. As the bell rang, two people entered the ring at the same time.

The people on the scene no longer pay attention to any performances. They just want to know whether Fengxing can save the face of the immortal sect.

As usual, Qin Feng suddenly felt that the ring of this so-called finals was different from the previous ones.

After he entered, what came into his eyes was not the scene of the demon world, nor was it suspended in the air, but a small courtyard.

Some vegetables and flowers were planted in the yard. There was a stone table in the corner. The tea on the table was still steaming, as if the owner had just left.

As for the small house in the yard, it was kept very clean and warm inside and out. Even if you stood outside the door, you could see the carefully decorated house through the window.

A clean and tidy bed, a table with tea and snacks, and a wood carving of a family of three...

In short, this is an ordinary courtyard. The courtyard is full of warmth and peace. It can be seen that the owner of this house loves his family very much.

At the same time, it can also be seen that the owner of this courtyard lives in an era of peace and prosperity.

"The final arena is like this?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, quite surprised.

He thought that the final arena should be spacious and open, but he didn't expect to see just an ordinary courtyard after entering.

Before he finished thinking, a loud noise sounded.

Qin Feng looked up and saw a towering mountain rising from the ground in the distance.