World Wide Martial Art

At the end of the second week, the running time was a little shorter, almost only two hours, and the energy flow was relatively smooth. Whenever he reached an obscure and difficult place, Ye Feng would stop briefly to appreciate the changes. Situ Reading

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The space in the tower was quiet. The Demon Flame Dragon and Lion lay obediently aside, exuding a faint blush, isolating the outside atmosphere from the tower, so as not to disturb Ye Feng's meditation.

With the dragon and lion sitting on one side, the negative energy that occasionally flowed into this space was absorbed by it. Even if some of them were close to Ye Feng, they were shaken to pieces by the huge aura emitted by the Martial Saint's shadow. There was no response at all. What impact did Ye Feng have?

Time passed like this little by little, and Ye Feng entered a state of cultivation in which he forgot both things and himself, just running his meridians tirelessly over and over again.

The injuries to his body have almost completely recovered.

Although the recovery of mental power is not that fast, it is obviously not a big problem.

In such a boring practice, the third elder Ao Yuan outside the guard formation was filled with anxiety.

Not long after Ye Feng entered the formation, the eye of the sea suddenly fluctuated. A huge amount of magma erupted from the center of the vortex, and huge negative energy shot straight into the sky.

Although this fluctuation is not even a small riot, for a virtual warrior, it means a devastating crisis.

Looking at the majestic energy ejected from the eye of the sea from time to time, Elder Ao Yuan could only sigh:

"It's over. The negative energy caused by even the smallest fluctuation is not something that a mere virtual realm can withstand."

He didn't have a good idea for all this.

The activation of the Shensha Formation cannot be achieved by him alone, and with Elder Ao Yuan's current cultivation level, he does not dare to set foot in the Eye of the Sea.

"Sigh... I hope that there will be good fortune and good fortune. Everything... depends on Ye Xiaozi's own luck."

With a sad sigh on his face, Elder Ao Yuan closed his eyes again.

Naturally, he had no idea what Ye Feng had experienced...

At the same time, inside the Changsheng Palace, there was also a turmoil at the moment.

Inside the princess hall, the door is closed. Contrary to the noise outside, the hall is completely quiet. There is even a faint barrier in it to isolate the noise coming from outside.

Baihu Cheng appeared in the middle of the main hall with a sullen expression, his brows furrowed into the character "Sichuan". Ever since he received the news that Ye Feng had returned from danger alone, he had become this dignified figure.

The sad-looking Wu Ji, with a hint of darkness in her beautiful eyes, sat on the ground with her arms folded around her knees, staring at her white toes in a daze.

"Don't worry too much. That kid has always been very lucky. Didn't the thunderstorm in Duanyunjian still fail to kill him? Maybe he will appear on his own in a few days."

For a long time, Baihu Cheng pretended to be calm and comforted.

"It's different..." Wu Ji's eyes flashed with self-blame, "It's all my fault for failing to stop him. The Twelve Heavenly Gods' Formation goes straight into the depths of the sea. Even the eight elders dare not break in easily."

"That boy has a quick mind and a jade talisman in his hand..."

Baihucheng wanted to comfort him, but in the middle of his words, even he felt unsure. If danger really happened in Haiyan, what role could a small jade talisman play?

"That's all. If something big happens, I'll send you away first. Hmm... If our leader wants to fight for his life, the Holy Realm will have to be a little bit afraid."

Glancing at the barrier arranged in mid-air, Baihu Cheng's tone revealed a bit of coldness.

The news that Ye Feng had re-entered the formation spread like wildfire, and as soon as he returned to the Hall of Eternal Life, the news had already spread.

Originally, the Shui Tribe warriors did not have high hopes for Ye Feng's fight against Ao Feibai, but as soon as the news came out, it caused an uproar.

The warriors in the Eternal Life Palace were dejected and sighed one by one, but those in the Silver Dragon Palace made wild remarks, saying that Ye Feng was afraid and did not dare to fight Ao Feibai, so he pretended to be dead and hid.

This incident was a big blow to the Eternal Life Palace warriors.

The Palace of Eternal Life has been oppressed by the Silver Dragon Palace for a long time. Although Ye Feng's hope of winning is extremely slim, they also hope that Ye Feng can fight Ao Feibai and frustrate the spirit of the Silver Dragon Palace.

Unfortunately, the last hope is about to be dashed.

Under such a huge gap, many water tribe warriors even felt a trace of hatred towards Ye Feng.

There are rumors everywhere at the moment.

Wu Ji didn't want to hear such sounds, so she hid in the hall and refused to go out.

"Senior Bai, I will not leave with you. Ye Feng will definitely come out. Even if I wait here for ten years or a hundred years, I will wait for him to show up..."

Raising her head suddenly, Wu Ji's red lips opened slightly, her eyes filled with determination.

"well……"

Baihucheng could only sigh softly.

This girl has a strong temper. Once she decides something, she may not be able to change it.

"You brat, if you can't survive... I swear, in this life... I will scold you every morning, noon and night!"

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In the eyes of the sea, there is still the eternal magma world. Looking carefully from top to bottom, it is different from when Ye Feng first entered.

This silent world is constantly becoming active.

Bang!

At a specific frequency, a shocking loud noise was heard, and tens of thousands of blood-red waves rose into the sky, rushing towards the narrow exit above the eye of the sea.

Almost at the same moment, golden ripples overflowed from the formation of the Twelve Capital Gods, suppressing most of the energy that surged up.

However, the scary thing is that the frequency of magma eruption is getting shorter and shorter. It is not difficult to guess that when the fluctuations here reach a certain level, the energy tidal riot that has been separated for hundreds of years will come.

This time, it will be a period of time earlier than before, which makes the entire Aolai Sea area full of unknown variables...

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Ye Feng's face is reflected with a faint red light, and a thick white mist is emanating from his whole body.

After repeated running-in, the meridian circulation time has been shortened by about half, and the process has become quite smooth.

The shadow of the martial saint who sensed this scene could not help but nod and admire.

The three forbidden methods of the divine law are extremely difficult to practice, otherwise he would not have put them aside.

"Senior, it seems that I have practiced almost enough. In a few days, it is not impossible to shorten the circulation of the Zhoutian to a cup of tea."

Ye Feng ended his cross-legged meditation state and opened his eyes, revealing a bit of pride in his eyes.

"Well, you have almost mastered the method of moving the meridians, but... using the meridians to move the meridians is only the first step of the 'Three Forbidden Divine Methods'. The next step is the real difficulty."

A basin of cold water was poured directly on Ye Feng's head and face. The words from the Martial Saint's mouth immediately made Ye Feng lose all his complacency.

He held his breath, clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "Please... give me some advice, senior."

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