C311 Good Luck Bad Luck?
C311 Good Luck Bad Luck?
Han Feng's ears twitched as he let out a sigh. "It really is here. I can't sense anything from outside. Forget it, I'll just stay here for four days. "
Sitting cross-legged, Han Feng slowly absorbed the spirit energy between the heaven and earth. This absorption made Han Feng pleasantly surprised.
The Spirit of Heaven and Earths inside were actually much richer than the ones in the outside world.
"Could it be that this barrier also has the effect of gathering Spirit of Heaven and Earths, similar to Spirit Gathering Formations?" Han Feng was really happy when he saw this.
With a saint realm warrior here, it would naturally be difficult for Han Feng to enter the Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower. Otherwise, what if he was discovered?
However, without the Spirit Stone Origin Liquid and the Spirit Fruit, with Han Feng's Medium-class talent, even if his body had reached the eighth level of Body Tempering, The speed of cultivation was far inferior to Lei Junyan and the others.
It was simply impossible for him to break through from the late Mystic Rank to the peak in a short period of time.
However, since the Spirit of Heaven and Earth had been condensed here, it was nearly ten times denser than outside. Everything was hard to say.
Han Feng rubbed his chin and pondered, "I guess the purpose of this Spirit Gathering is to restore the Spirit of Heaven and Earth. "
Four battles a day did not seem like much, but Lord Guardian had said before that it was randomly arranged. In other words, it was very likely that there would be a battle every few hours, or a few battles in a row.
In this way, the Spirit Gathering could greatly reduce the intense consumption.
. . .
Not to mention the fifteen people who had entered the high platform.
Lin Huixuan and Cang Qingdu were left on the spot.
Cang Qingdu's face turned bitter. He had never thought that the first battle would be so unlucky.
Who was Lin Huixuan? He was the most outstanding person amongst the younger generation of the royal family.
There was a rumor that amongst the geniuses and elites of the four great families and the royal family, Lin Huixuan had a high chance of winning the championship.
As for Zang Qingdu, he was only a Mystic Rank Nine-star Early Period.
The old guardian waved his hand and said, "Let the competition begin!"
. . .
On the tall platform, Han Feng had not been training for long when he heard Lord Guardian's faint voice. "The first battle, Lin Huixuan versus Cang Qingdu, Lin Huixuan wins!"
"So fast?" Han Feng was stunned for a moment, then he frowned. "It seems that the rumor that Lin Huixuan is stronger than Lei Junyan and Lei Ruwen is true. "
"The second battle - Yu Youcai versus Lei Yuru!"
Han Feng's heart tightened. "Lei Yuru went on stage so quickly. "
"Although Lei Yuru has many trump cards, the gap between him and Yu Youcai, who is a peak Mystic Rank Nine-star and also has the Fire Poison Vital Spirit is still huge. "
In fact, Lei Yuru himself knew that with his current strength, it was virtually impossible for him to enter the top ten.
However, Lei Yuru was confident that he would definitely surpass the current top ten in the Beidu University selection half a year later!
. . .
The following result was just as Han Feng had expected. Lei Yuru had failed.
The time it took to defeat Cang Qing was even shorter than the time Lin Huipo took to defeat him. It was estimated that it had taken less than ten minutes.
Han Feng still had some understanding of Lei Yuru's strength. Immediately, Han Feng's face darkened. "This Yu Youcai is also a formidable opponent!"
In the third match, Han Feng's name was suddenly called out by the old guardian.
Han Feng was startled. He had never thought that it would be his turn so soon.
After a while, Han Feng smiled. It was good that it was his turn so early. He could end the four battles quickly and use the rest of his time to cultivate.
Han Feng's opponent was an elite disciple of a first-rate family.
Although this elite hadn't reached the Mystic Rank Nine-star, he had also reached the Eighth Star Mystic Rank.
Under Lord Guardian's teleportation, the two of them were quickly transported to the huge square fighting stage surrounded by seventeen pillars of high platform.
"Han Feng, Cui Xingyuan, the competition begins!" The old guardian shouted in a low voice.
"Please advise!" Perhaps Cui Xingyuan also knew that Han Feng's strength couldn't be measured purely by the Mystic Rank Seven Star Elites of the four great families.
He was an abnormal existence that was comparable to the Mystic Rank Nine-star of the four big families.
"Huge waves!"
Cui Xingyuan shouted angrily. All the Vital Spirits in his body were being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, a wave that was several hundred meters tall condensed in front of Cui Xingyuan.
The huge wave kept producing hissing sounds. Han Feng was as tiny as an ant in front of the wave.
"Blade of Penitentiary!"
A raging sea of fire spread out.
The enormous flame blade was directly raised up, and then slashed down with a loud bang!
Rumble. . .
Chi La. . .
The collision of the two great attributes of the Vital Spirit caused a deafening explosion to sound out.
The collision of fire and water caused the entire martial stage to be filled with smoke.
But who was the audience?
Lord Guardian was the only Saint Realm expert in the Great Jin Nation!
The remaining people were at least Earth rank warriors, and there were also many Heaven-rank warriors.
A mere mist wouldn't affect them at all.
Especially those at the Heaven-rank or above!
Earth rank warriors had extraordinary eyesight. They could see the general situation through the mist, and those at the Heaven-rank or above could see the precise battle situation through their powerful mental energy.
. . .
On the square platform.
Cui Xingyuan kept retreating.
In terms of the solidification speed of the Vital Spirit, Han Feng was not the slightest bit inferior to Cui Xingyuan.
All in all, he was only slightly lower than Cui Xingyuan by one or two grades.
But Han Feng's mastery of Mystic Rank Han Fengs had already been cultivated to perfection.
Although Cui Xingyuan's Mystic Rank high-rank martial skill had also reached the Perfection Stage, it was only an ordinary Mystic Rank high-rank martial skill. There was still a huge gap between it and a Top Mystic Rank high-rank martial skill!
Hence, Han Feng had the upper hand in the end!
"Profound Flame Shattering Slash!"
Han Feng did not stop attacking because of this. His right arm transformed into a Sword of Fire and slashed down with a loud bang.
"No!" Cui Xingyuan was shocked. He tried his best to block it, but in the end, he still spat out blood and fainted.
Han Feng withdrew his attack with a smile on his face.
It was Han Feng who showed mercy to this strike. Otherwise, even Cang Qing and that Mystic Rank Nine-star would have been sliced in half. Not to mention Cui Xingyuan, who was an eight star Mystic Rank.
. . .
The old guardian waved his hand. Cui Xingyuan was teleported to the cylindrical high platform with a wave of his sleeve.
Han Feng was still standing on the square platform.
Facing Han Feng's puzzled gaze, the old guardian announced the next battle. "The fourth battle, Han Feng versus Hu Dufei!"
Han Feng was surprised. He had actually fought two battles in a row!
Han Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry. He did not know whether to say he was unlucky or lucky.
If he was lucky, he would not have fought two battles in a row. However, if he was unlucky, his two opponents were not strong opponents.
Many people on the surrounding pillars cursed.
Lei Ruwen clenched his fists. "Damn it, he actually took care of two useless people in a row. "
"Forget it, I will fight Han Feng sooner or later anyway. At that time, I will definitely cripple him!"
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Hu Dufei appeared in front of Han Feng with a sullen face.
His strength was even weaker than Cui Xingyuan. Even Cui Xingyuan was defeated so easily, let alone him.
As expected, there was no one beneath his fame!
Only by personally fighting Han Feng would they know the huge gap between them and Han Feng.
Cui Xingyuan let out a long sigh. "Lord Guardian, I admit defeat!"
He would rather save his Vital Spirit and physical strength for the next battle.
The old guardian nodded. "The fourth battle, Han Feng wins!"
"Next, the fifth battle. . . "
Speaking up to this point, the old guardian had a strange expression.
When Han Feng saw that he had yet to be sent away, he could not help but be dumbfounded. "It can't be. . . Could it be. . . "
The next moment, the old guardian confirmed Han Feng's guess.
"The fifth battle, Han Feng versus Lei Yuru!"
Han Feng Zhang said. He opened his mouth and closed it for a long time. He could not help but smile bitterly.
These three battles were really. . .
As soon as Lei Yuru was teleported over, he immediately admitted defeat.
With ease, Han Feng had already obtained three points!