Shen Feng was also very tired when facing the pursuit of these twenty people. In this state, Shen Feng had to resist.
Shen Feng's eyes were firm. He stopped walking and took out the divine net from his storage bag. Before the pursuer behind him could react, Shen Feng threw it over. At the same time, Shen Feng dived and jumped. past.
While the twenty people were still immersed in the joy of chasing Shen Feng, a huge net suddenly came towards them, and everyone who was very relaxed was caught in it before they had time to escape.
However, these twenty people also reacted very quickly. They used various magical powers to attack the divine net. The divine net could not withstand the attacks of so many people, and it seemed that it would disappear after not being able to hold on for three breaths.
Shen Feng increased his speed to the extreme, and while everyone was distracted, he knocked out six of the outermost monks, and then he jumped far away, because this was the time for the divine net to disappear.
Shen Feng stood in the distance, watching everyone quietly.
The remaining fourteen monks looked at the six monks lying on the ground. They also realized that Shen Feng was also powerful. In addition, they were gathered together temporarily and could not stay together for a long time.
So they all looked for the next target to kill under their own vigilance. They all felt that there was no need to waste time on such a difficult monk.
And Shen Feng's place has obviously become an uninhabited area like the eighth level of Qi Condensation.
The elders and sect leaders in the stands outside also paid attention to this matter, but they only paid attention to it for a moment, and did not have much emotional fluctuations, because in their opinion, Shen Feng was like this because of his good luck.
Shen Feng couldn't sense what the elders were thinking, but he wasn't curious either. As long as he could calm down, Shen Feng slowly exhaled.
"It's quiet now. I guess no one will bother me by the end of the game. Let's practice quietly first."
Shen Feng sat cross-legged and began to practice, leaving part of his consciousness to pay close attention to the surrounding movements.
But just when Shen Feng thought it would develop according to his ideas, a man walked into Shen Feng's restricted area.
"Fellow Taoist is pretty good, can you compete with me?" The person who spoke was Xiao Long, a man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, who was at the eighth level of Qi Condensation cultivation.
Shen Feng opened his eyes and frowned, then stood up and replied.
"My fellow Taoist, who is at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, is trying to bully me, who is at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. If I win, it won't be possible with force."
"I, Xiao Long, am not someone who bullies the younger ones. I came to challenge you this time just because you are extraordinary. I haven't used my full strength to deal with the people just now, so I want to ask for advice. But don't worry, I will only use I have 10% of my skill." Xiao Long said proudly.
Shen Feng thought for a moment and decided to accept the challenge because he wanted to know how strong he was and how big the gap was with others. At the same time, he also agreed with the belief of the Demon Moon Sect: the strong are respected.
"Okay, please give me some advice, fellow Taoist." As soon as Shen Feng finished speaking, he rushed out with a right hand punch, because in his opinion, there is no absolute fairness, so the only thing he can do in front of a strong enemy is to strike first and gain the upper hand. .
Xiao Long's reaction was half a beat slow because he did not expect Shen Feng to make a decision so quickly. However, even if Shen Feng took the lead, it would not affect Xiao Long. After all, he was also a person at the eighth level of Qi Condensation.
Xiao Long had no intention of evading, and saw that he hit Shen Feng with his left palm. As a loud noise came out, Shen Feng took three steps back, and Xiao Long took one step back.
Although Xiao Long only took a step back, his left palm was a little numb.
"It turns out that I'm just a physical practitioner, so if I don't fight you in close combat, my chances of winning will be greater." Xiao Long is not a stupid person. He is also analyzing the pros and cons of both the enemy and us in his mind.
Xiao Long retreated fiercely to distance himself from Shen Feng, and then he made a gesture with both hands, and five flying swords suddenly appeared around him.
"At such a young age, the second son of the Xiao family has actually learned the Xiao family's unique skill of controlling Qi into a sword, and controlling spiritual energy to turn into a flying sword. He is truly a genius. It seems that the little boy opposite is going to die from this." The old man in yellow robe saw this. One scene smiled and spoke.
"Hmph, what's so great about it? His ancestors of the Xiao family were already able to transform Qi into thousands of flying swords at his age. He's still far behind!" Huo Yunzi, the scarred old man, retorted.
The old man in yellow robe just looked at Huo Yunzi and did not speak again.
When five flying swords appeared around Xiao Long, everyone was dumbfounded. Shen Feng also frowned more tightly. He knew that he had encountered a strong enemy this time, but this inspired him to be strong.
"Fellow Taoist, this is the skill that made me, Xiao, famous. You should think about how to resolve it." After Xiao Long finished speaking, he pointed towards Shen Feng, and immediately five flying swords came through the air.
Shen Feng took out the divine net and then swung it violently. The divine net enveloped the five flying swords. However, the divine net lasted for one breath and then disappeared. Then Shen Feng took out the dagger he had made and swung it towards one of them. Flying sword, the same dagger broke into pieces after holding on for one breath.
The moment the dagger shattered, Shen Feng summoned a drop of water, split it into five parts, and flung it violently towards the five flying swords. The moment the water droplet touched the flying swords, Shen Feng shouted "explode", and the water drop fell on At the moment of the explosion, the five flying swords gradually became transparent.
"The power of time!" the four elders said in unison.
"This little kid is not simple." The old man in yellow robe showed a playful expression.
Shen Feng, who was fighting, stretched out his fists and feet to touch four of the flying swords. The last flying sword pierced through Shen Feng's left shoulder after layers of resistance. The four flying swords were also in Shen Feng's hands. His fists and feet left traces of blood, and then disappeared.
Shen Feng fell to the ground and covered the wound on his left shoulder with his right hand, blood overflowing from between his fingers.
Xiao Long watched the whole process, fighting spirit revealed from his brows, he cupped his fist towards Shen Feng and said
"Dare to ask your friend's name."
"Tian Feng." Shen Feng said the pseudonym he registered with Mo Yue Sect.
Xiao Long also turned around and left after hearing Shen Feng's words, but when he took five steps, he said without looking back.
"Hurry up and improve your cultivation. I hope you won't lose so miserably next time."
Shen Feng looked at Xiao Long's back and his fighting spirit was also rising. He secretly thought in his heart
"I'll win next time."
The elders in the stands watched the battle and had their own thoughts on whether they should kill the sect leader with blood or close their eyes and meditate.
After this battle, although Shen Feng was injured, no one came to disturb him because they were not sure whether Shen Feng had other means. Shen Feng quietly closed his eyes and recovered from his injuries.
The fighting resumed, and the battle finally stopped with the words of the sect leader within half a stick of incense.
"That's enough. The remaining thirty of you are my disciples of the Demon Moon Sect. Next, you will be selected by the four elders. From now on, you can just practice with the four elders."
