Yang Feng thought hard and couldn't figure out what use someone like him had to Ouyang Lingji, and why she kept pestering him.
"Yang Feng, if you don't promise me, I will keep pestering you."
"Hey! As long as you are happy, I don't care."
In desperation, Yang Feng had no choice but to let the other party pester him.
Ouyang Lingji's eyes rolled up and down, and a smile appeared on her lips.
The plan succeeded.
Zhang Yifan reported to Yang Feng some of the information he had learned before.
"The Bai family, the Ouyang family, the Wang family, the Ning family? Two first-class families from the northern border, and two others. One is a first-class family in the south, and the other is a second-class family. Tsk! This time, the outer disciples of the Barbarian Sect are Selection is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I remember that there were three places for preparatory disciples and two for formal disciples. Ning Wuque, Wang Ling, and Bai Pianpian took three of them. Do you have the remaining two formal disciples? Find out where they are from?"
Wang Ling and Ning Wuque, he only glanced at them briefly. Bai Pianpian and Ouyang Lingji, these two women were completely insane.
In contrast, Yang Feng was more concerned about the talents and strengths of the two official disciples of the Barbarian Sect.
"Formal disciple? One is from the Lu family in the north, named Lu Feng. The origin of the other is mysterious and I haven't been able to find out."
Zhang Yifan told Yang Feng everything he knew.
After listening to Yang Feng's thoughts, he realized that among these people, the only one who needed his attention now was Wang Ling.
"I need all the relevant information about the royal tomb, can you get it for me?"
"Giggle! Yang Feng, I have all the information about Wang Ling. As long as you agree to enter my Ouyang family, I will tell you immediately for free."
Ouyang Lingji never misses any opportunity.
"I try my best."
Zhang Yifan has never been a person who likes to talk big, but since he made a promise to Yang Feng, he will fulfill his promise even if he risks his life.
"Ok, I will wait for you."
"The first battle stage?"
After Zhang Yifan left, Yang Feng also left the seventh stage.
He had to fight for the Red Blood Dragon Scale Grass.
No one knows that he does not have the prototype of the Holy Body, and all those who have reached the level of physical cultivation in the realm of sainthood will cultivate the prototype of the Holy Body.
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Generally speaking, it is impossible for the Great Dao Guillotine to strike the Holy Body, but due to the body-refining techniques that Yang Feng practiced, the Holy Body he cultivated was of a higher grade than the physical talent of the spiritual realm.
Chaos Holy Body.
After passing through two guillotines, he was finally cut into foam.
The holy body took the initiative to protect him, and God knows how guilty Yang Feng felt.
And when Canxian said that he might never be able to cultivate the prototype of the Holy Body again in this life, no one knew how desperate he was.
But there are no absolutes. Canxian told him that only by finding the unique elixir to repair the Holy Body can it be possible to rebuild the prototype of the Holy Body.
Red Blood Dragon Scale Grass is one of the materials for refining the Body Shaping Holy Pill.
Another thing that troubles Yang Feng is Dao Hen.
This takes time to erase, and we must constantly use our own blood and stardust to erase the Dao marks.
So no matter what, he had to get the Red Blood Dragon Scale Grass to reshape the prototype of his holy body.
Zhang Yifan told him that this second level needs to be saved until the end and stay on the first stage.
Half a day passed, and he was still on the seventh stage. There was not much time left for him. The deadline for this assessment was three days.
When they saw Yang Feng stepping onto the stone slab of the sixth battle platform, many people could not sit still.
"This, is this Yang Feng really not afraid of death?"
"Or does he have any trump card against Wang Ling?"
Yang Feng slapped two of Wang Ling's cronies and allowed Zhang Yifan to kill Lu Kang. All these behaviors were seen by everyone as seeking death.
"Everyone, I know you all
I want to come, but the range of the battle platform is limited, and the number of people who can stay in the end is also limited, so if you want to stay, you must stand in line. "
The threat in Yang Feng's words is self-evident.
"This brat is really overbearing, but I want to see what kind of methods he will use to conquer these people and serve him."
Ouyang Lingji did not stand up, let alone use her identity to help Yang Feng recruit people.
On these seven battle platforms, watching Zhang Yifan beating Lu Kang to death, the elders did not show any discomfort.
On the contrary, it was rare to develop a good impression of Zhang Yifan.
"This boy named Yang is really capable of causing trouble. Even the daughter of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Lingji, came to him."
"I think Pianpian is also interested in him."
"Haha! Wang Ling and Ning Wuque are not easy to mess with. It may be difficult for this kid to escape unscathed."
Elder Zhu said with some thought.
"Old man Liu, old man Zhu, did you know the inside story in advance?"
Phantom was extremely suspicious that these two bad old men had known the details of these potential disciples for a long time.
"Junior Sister Ying, you can't say this. The two official disciples are the ones favored by the sect master and the Supreme Elder. Bai Pianpian was also chosen by the sect master, so only Ning Wuque, Wang Ling and Ouyang Ling, who just showed up, are left. Ji."
"Why Pianpian has been booked in advance?"
She doesn't care about other people, but who is Bai Pianpian?
With her physical talent and extraordinary holy body, the Barbarian Sect will have to rely on such a proud daughter of heaven in the future.
"Hey! Junior Sister Ying, don't be depressed. I think you have good taste. This guy named Yang has a really weird physical body. He is obviously only at the fourth level of the Saint Realm, but that kid Lu Kang is in the Saint Realm. With the blessing of the prototype of the body, he still failed in his hands. Maybe through your development, junior sister, I can cultivate another great genius for our Barbarian Body Sect."
The two were obviously teasing Phantom, but Phantom was unable to refute.
"Okay, you guys, I'll take Ouyang Lingji and Yang Feng."
Phantom adheres to the concept of not taking advantage of the bastard, and then takes Ouyang Lingji as his disciple.
Yang Feng's words on the sixth stage caused people to panic. After all, many people had seen his methods.
"We are willing to follow Senior Brother Yang!"
"That's right! We are willing to live and die together with Senior Brother Yang!"
"Senior Brother Yang!"
"Senior Brother Yang!"
The disciples on the sixth battlefield are all the ones at the bottom of the seven battle platforms.
Under Yang Feng's intimidation, everyone chose to compromise.
"Yang Feng, this group of people you have won over is of no value at all, and they will be kicked out when the time comes."
Ouyang Lingji believes that winning over such a group of people is a waste of time.
Yang Feng didn't take it seriously.
He raised his feet and continued towards the fifth fighting platform.
"Look, it's the blue-shirted body cultivator."
"It turns out to be Yang Feng. Isn't he from the seventh battle platform? Why is he here at our fifth battle platform?"
"Look at their posture, they are coming with bad intentions!"
"Ha! Do you really think that killing one Lu Kang will make you invincible?"
The people on the fifth stage noticed Yang Feng stepping onto the steps. The most conspicuous thing was that there were nearly a hundred disciples behind him.
It seems to be extremely powerful.
Because in the first level, more than half of Moving Mountains was wiped down.
Those who remain now are naturally the elite among the elite, and those who can gain a firm foothold on the first five battlefields are even less likely to be ordinary people.
"Yang Feng, you bring so many people..."
The disciple who was about to question Yang Feng was just about to speak when he was kicked to the ground by Yang Feng.
"Who leads the fifth battle stage?"
Seeing that no one was talking to him, Yang Feng became angry and kicked two more people.
"It's good that there is no one to lead."
Yang Feng said casually and glanced at the surrounding disciples.
"Are you going up one by one, or together?"
On the fifth stage, most of them were at the second level of the Saint Realm, and a very few were at the third level. After seeing Yang Feng coming menacingly, they instantly died like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"This assessment will only keep people from the first three battle stages. If you still have some ambition, follow me. If not, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Yang Feng can only help them get here. As for whether they can seize the opportunity to climb up, it depends on them.
"I, we...are willing!"
"Damn it! You are going to be eliminated anyway. There is still a glimmer of hope in the future, but there will be no way to survive in the future. Just do it!"
"Try to turn your bicycle into a motorcycle!"
Yang Feng also pulled dozens of people from the fifth stage.
Continue to grow his team.
Only Ouyang Lingji sighed and said nothing. In her opinion, everything Yang Feng did was in vain.
These disciples, gathered together, regardless of their cultivation and combat prowess, and their scattered hearts, were like a piece of loose sand. When they met the elite of the third battle stage, they were defeated in minutes.
"The fourth battle platform."
"Yang Feng, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
A man with side bangs and strange clothes looked at Yang Feng.
"Who are you?"
Yang Feng frowned slightly. Is this person waiting for him here?
"Long time no see Ling Ji!"
When she heard what he said, Ouyang Lingji's face turned green.
How come I can encounter this sticky dog-skin plaster everywhere?
"roll!"
People like Ouyang Lingji, who is such a lady, can't help but swear.
"So you know each other, so I won't bother you anymore."
After that, Yang Feng was ready to leave.
"Wait a minute, Ling Ji can leave, but you can't?"
"Dead shemale, your sister, you don't have the skills of Longyang, right?"
He didn't say much, but the more he looked at Yang Feng, the more he felt that the man in front of him looked like a shemale, especially his eyeliner, which was so impressive.
"Yang Feng, what did you call me just now?"
The aura on the man's body instantly turned cold.
"Your ears are bad? Still can't hear clearly?"
"Yang Feng is not impulsive. His name is Ning Wuque. He is from a first-class family in the southern region and is at the fifth level of the Saint Realm."
Ouyang Lingji grabbed Yang Feng's clothes.
However, it was this intimate gesture that caught Ning Wuque's eyes and made her jealous.
Yang Feng caught the other party's changes.
At that moment, she directly hugged Ouyang Lingji, who was wearing a green cheongsam, around her waist.
"Okay, Lingji."
"Yang Feng, you are seeking death yourself, no one can save you!"
And this result is exactly what Ouyang Lingji wants to see.
But she didn't expect that Yang Feng would be so cowardly that he dared to take advantage of her, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth.
Beautiful eyes stared at Yang Feng.
Yang Feng ignored what Ouyang Lingji was thinking and looked directly at Ning Wuque.
"You, come here and die!"
Yang Feng stood with his hands behind his back. As for the disciples behind them, none of them moved rashly.
Ouyang Lingji found a place to watch the show.
Whether Ning Wuque wins or Yang Feng wins, the final beneficiary will only be her.
The red blood dragon scale grass is what she has in her bag.
"They say we women have big breasts and no brains. I think you men have no breasts and no brains."
Ouyang Lingji was sitting on a stone pier, lying lazily on the stone pier, admiring the battle.
"Yang Feng, suffer death!"
"Iron Tiger Shatters Golden Palm!"
Ning Wuque had been practicing palm skills since he was a child, and slapped Yang Feng on the chest with his palm.
boom!
The force of the palm scraped the person's face until it hurt.
Yang Feng didn't panic and used six punches in one.
"Eternal Suppression Demonic Fist!"
A shadow of a fist covering the sky and the sun appeared.
Hit Ning Wuque's palm head-on.
Boom!
The moment the fists touched each other, there was an endless wave of heat.
The bright golden fist seal reflected the earth.
Sparkling.
The luster of the iron tiger's broken golden palm dimmed.
"Okay! This is interesting!"
Ning Wuque relied on his talent, and the people he fought were all strong. He originally thought that he could suppress an ant like Yang Feng with just one palm.
Unexpectedly, the opponent actually suppressed his Iron Tiger Broken Golden Palm.
"What other tricks can you use at once? Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have a chance."
Yang Feng's extremely arrogant voice sounded.
"This bastard is not as simple as he seems. The fist seal he just performed is not an ordinary martial arts skill. It seems that I need to find out the details of this guy when I have time."
Ouyang Lingji, holding her cheek in hand, was thinking.
And Ning Wuque also looked up to the sky and laughed after hearing Yang Feng's extremely arrogant words.
"Ha ha……"
"Ha ha……"
"Take the move, Three Thousand Flame Spirit Palm!"
Ning Wuque, the moment he took out his palm, countless small fire lotuses rose up around his body.
They all shot in the direction of Ning Wuque's palm.
"Group attack martial arts? It's quite interesting."
Yang Feng did not take action, he chose to dodge.
He stepped out with Jinghong Wandering Dragon Step, leaving several afterimages on the spot before disappearing completely.
Speed sees that it is impossible to identify with the human eye, which one is an afterimage and which one is the real him.
"What an amazing speed!"
"This weird footwork, coupled with the shocking shooting technique just now, is simply invincible."
"Don't be too boastful. Senior Brother Ning's Three Thousand Flame Spirit Palms can cause area-of-effect damage. No matter how fast Yang Feng is, can he avoid them all?"
"That's true."
These disciples were all watching the fight between the two men attentively.
Everything that happened on this fourth battlefield was naturally hidden from the eyes of the elders.
"Junior Sister Ying, well, this boy Yang's performance is good. To be honest, I'm moved."
"Go away! You shameless old man!"
Yang Feng was able to deal with the fifth-level Ning Wuque to such an extent with his fourth-level Saint Realm body. It would not be impossible to defeat Ning Wuque if he could improve his level over time.
Mixed in the crowd, there was another person. He was thin and thin, and his whole body was huddled in his loose robe.
Revealing a pair of bright, big eyes, staring at Yang Feng's moving figure.
What's surprising is that this man can really keep up with Yang Feng's Jinghong Wandering Dragon Step.
