The Spirit of God Million Domain

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The challenges in the ring continue, and now the only ones left who have not yet fought are the few people in front.

Lin Xingjue, Lin Wentian, Xu Feng, He Sheng, Yuan Yang, Li Hansong, Wang Xi, Peng Lin, Wei Sanxiao.

On the ring, there was the only woman who looked hot and enchanting. She was wearing a bright red armor, but her body was wrapped in a concave and convex shape, which made people drool.

Xu Feng couldn't help but look at the woman a few more times, and found that the woman was also looking towards him, and he frowned slightly.

"Giggle... Little brother, you are so funny." Xiao Meier's voice was full of temptation. When she smiled, there were two dimples on both sides of her cheeks, which looked particularly attractive.

Wu Yun coughed twice and said with a smile: "Master Xiao, Ling Qianjin is really not simple. It is said that she is also practicing the mad martial arts fighting body. I wonder what level she has reached?"

"Hey, my little girl is a little incompetent. She has only reached the fourth level of cultivation." As soon as Xiao Zhan said these words, Wu Yun almost stopped blowing his beard and glared.

Damn it, Kuangwu Battle Body is the ancestral body training method of the Xiao family. Those who can practice to the fourth level are geniuses. Xiao Meier is only about 20 years old now and has already reached the fourth level. It is possible to surpass her in the future. Big brother.

Xiao Yuantian was able to become number one on the Flying Dragon Ranking because he had cultivated his Kuangwu combat body to the sixth level. With his invincible body, he could sweep almost all opponents.

"My hands are itchy and uncomfortable after watching the show for so long." Just above the ring, when the challenge was over, a figure stood up from his position.

It was He Sheng, the core disciple of the Fushen Sect. His cultivation level was that of the eighth-grade spiritual sect. A shocking aura erupted from his body, and a cold murderous intention emerged from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at Xu Feng, walked to the center of the ring, looked at Xu Feng still sitting there, and said, "What? At this time, you still don't dare to accept my challenge?"

"It seems that He Sheng is still going to be the first to start the genius challenge. He actually challenged Xu Feng. I wonder if Xu Feng can stop him?" The warriors onlookers looked at He Sheng challenging Xu Feng and looked at Xu Feng with some worry. .

"That Xu Feng seems to be very simple. I heard that he fought with Lin Xingjue at the Grand Hyatt Restaurant a few days ago, but Lin Xingjue finally let him leave safely.

"Someone immediately laughed with relish.

"No way, Lin Xingjue is a genius of the ninth-grade spiritual sect. Even if he faces the second-grade spiritual emperor, he can still fight." Someone retorted in disbelief.

At the VIP table, Strategy Officer Xiao frowned slightly, but found that Wu Yun beside him looked calm. He said with some surprise: "Elder Wu, aren't you worried about Xu Feng?"

Wu Yun had a slight smile on his face, "There is nothing to worry about. If even a waste like He Sheng can defeat him, then defeat will be a victory."

Kang Yumei looked very ugly. He Sheng was her direct disciple, but Wu Yun said that He Sheng was a waste, and said that He Sheng would lose to a young man from the second-grade Lingzong.

Even if she is afraid of Wu Yun, she must be very angry.

"Since Elder Wu is so confident, I have ten drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk here, how about I gamble with you?" Kang Yumei took out ten drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk from her arms and said to Wu Yun.

The rest of the people looked at Wu Yun with a smile. They knew that Sanjie Village had very few thousand-year-old spiritual milk in recent years. I am afraid that Wu Yun, as the supreme elder, may not have even ten drops of thousand-year spiritual milk.

Wu Yun looked a little embarrassed, but he just said slowly: "I came out in a hurry, and I didn't carry so many thousand-year spiritual milk with me. If you want to make a bet, then I will make a bigger bet with you."

"This is a cold jade crystal that I obtained during my early years of training. If Xu Feng loses later, I will offer the cold jade crystal with both hands."

"Of course, if He Sheng loses, I don't need more. Just give me fifty drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk." After Wu Yun finished speaking, the rest of the people looked at Wu Yun as if they were looking at someone who was taken advantage of.

Zhu Chao blurted out his words and said: "Elder Wu, how about I make a bet with you?"

How could Kang Yumei let Zhu Chao succeed? She immediately said directly: "I promise you, if He Sheng loses, I will give you fifty drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk."

Cold jade crystals are simply a treasure for warriors who practice the Ice-cold Way. Not to mention fifty drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk, even a hundred drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk cannot be exchanged for it.

"Haha, why don't you dare to come up?" Of course He Sheng also heard the bets on the VIP table, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

Seeing Xu Feng still sitting there without making any move, many of the warriors watching at the scene burst into laughter. They all felt that Xu Feng did not dare to take action.

"If you don't dare to take action, just admit defeat. Being silent like this is a waste of time." A young man sitting not far away is the genius of Wuwai Villa, Li Hansong.

"Brother Xu, do you want me to take action on your behalf?" Lin Wentian sat next to Xu Feng. He didn't know why Xu Feng still didn't speak, but he knew that Xu Feng's strength was by no means weaker than He Sheng.

Xu Feng stood up, waved his hands and said, "I just think that the bet on the stage is still too small. Are you considering raising the bet?"

"you……"

He Sheng didn't expect Xu Feng to be so arrogant. Did he really think that he, a second-level spiritual sect, could leapfrog and defeat his own eighth-level spiritual sect?

"How do you want to bet?" He Sheng gritted his teeth. He decided not only to destroy Xu Feng, but also to make Xu Feng lose all his money today.

"I am placing a bet here, fifty drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk. Anyone who dares to bet should place your bet!" After Xu Feng finished speaking, he took out fifty drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk from his arms.

Lin Wentian's eyes widened. He originally thought that Xu Feng gave him three drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk, which was all his wealth, but he didn't expect Xu Feng to take out so many Millennium Spiritual Milk at once.

At the VIP table, many people looked at Wu Yun and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Sanjie Village to be willing to spend so much money to reward a small inner disciple with so many thousand-year-old spiritual milk."

Only Wu Yun did not speak. His eyes flickered, but he did not expect Xu Feng to have such a great opportunity.

It is really impossible for the current Sanjie Village to reward a disciple with fifty drops of thousand-year spiritual milk in one breath.

Peng Lin sat there with a very ugly expression on his face.

He didn't expect the top management of Sanjie Village to be so partial. He had been practicing in Sanjie Village for so many years, and even the thousand-year spiritual milk he had obtained was not as much as what Xu Feng had taken out at once.

He Sheng's eyes showed greed as he said, "I have fifteen drops of thousand-year-old spiritual milk here. I'll bet with you!"

"What a fool. I have twenty drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk here. I'll bet with you." Li Hansong watched Xu Feng take out so many Millennium Spiritual Milk.

He quickly spent all his wealth and couldn't wait to press on. You must know that this is a rare opportunity. If you miss it, it will be gone.

"The remaining fifteen drops of Millennium Spiritual Milk belong to me, Wang Xi!" Wang Xi saw that everyone was about to get rich, but he was not polite and hurried up to place bets.

"Huh? Not bad." Xu Feng looked at the suppressed Millennium Spiritual Milk. He was not afraid that anyone would dare to snatch it, so he just placed it next to the ring.

There are so many powerful Spirit Emperors sitting on the VIP table. If anyone dares to snatch these thousand-year-old spiritual milk, they may be wiped out without any trace left.

With a cold murderous intent on his face, He Sheng said, "Xu Feng, now that the bet has been placed, is it possible that you still don't dare to take action?"

Xu Feng glanced at the people around him, and finally looked at Wu Yun at the VIP table. He smiled at the latter, then looked at the angry He Sheng opposite and said, "Noisy!"

As soon as the words fell and the golden light on his body flickered, his figure left an afterimage on the spot and appeared directly opposite He Sheng.

Yuan Yang sat there, he did not place a bet, but stared at Xu Feng calmly, his eyes flickering, "What a fast speed, this person is a strong enemy."

Yuan Yang's voice sounded, and Lin Xingjue nodded. He had fought against Xu Feng himself and knew that Xu Feng's strength was not simple.

Unexpectedly, Li Hansong sneered and said: "It seems that the famous Yuan Yang is also a coward. He is just a second-level spiritual sect, and he is also qualified to be called a strong enemy."

"Short-sighted!"

Unexpectedly, Yuan Yang gave him a disdainful look, just uttered four words, and didn't bother to argue with him.

"Go ahead, if you can catch my punch, you will win!" Xu Feng's eyes were as bright as fire. As soon as he said this, the scene was in an uproar.

Everyone felt that Xu Feng was too arrogant. Even Lin Wangtian at the VIP table frowned, obviously unhappy.

"Xiaoxiang, this guy is a little arrogant. You should have less contact with him." Lin Wangtian told Lin Xiaoxiang who stood back beside him.

He Sheng's face was full of anger at Xu Feng's words, his cheeks became twisted, and he said fiercely: "Very good, I didn't expect you to be so arrogant, today I will make you a useless person."

Xu Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with He Sheng. Golden light burst out from his body, the spiritual power of his twin seas of energy surged out, and his aura soared into the sky.

When Xu Feng's momentum exploded, everyone at the VIP table, including Kang Yumei and others, were stunned and opened their mouths wide.

How could the second-grade Lingzong burst out with such a majestic momentum? This is too incredible, isn't it?

"The stars are without light!"

The moment Xu Feng took one step forward, all the golden light condensed. When he punched out, it was like stars falling from the sky, containing unrivaled power.

Xiao Mei'er's eyes were shining with light, and there was a majestic fighting spirit in her eyes. She didn't expect that besides her eldest brother, there would be someone who could train their body to such a powerful level.

"I'm so ashamed, go to hell!"

He Sheng's spiritual power surged all over his body, and his hands turned into sharp blades. With a violent momentum, he also turned towards Xu Feng's fist, turning it into a sharp sword and slashing at it.

He Sheng is not a simple character. He is also an eighth-grade spiritual sect after all. He is a genius of the Fushen Sect. His knife tears apart space, and his murderous intent is endless.

"too weak!"

Many people thought that Xu Feng was going to suffer a loss, but they didn't expect that Xu Feng stood there, stopped, spoke three words with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

With one punch, the light was endless, and the violent momentum soared into the sky. The punch was like a star, completely covering up the light of the entire arena. (The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Realms..4747468)--(The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Realms)