Chapter 56

Chapter 56 the power of ten thousand jin!

It soon shrunk to the size of rice grains and was almost invisible to the naked eye. Then the mysterious scrap iron disappeared in Chen Feng's hands, traced all the way along the meridians, came to Dantian, and was sucked in by Gu Ding.

Chen Feng looked inside at Dantian and found that the mysterious scrap iron had been wrapped in dragon blood.

At this time, the mysterious scrap iron emits a cold and fierce light, which is light and noble. Although it is only the size of rice grains, it is extremely powerful. Like a powerful holy beast, he looked down on Chen Feng proudly.

This magnificent momentum can't even hold down the ancient tripod!

Chen Feng was surprised and delighted. Although he didn't know what the scrap iron was, it seemed that it was by no means ordinary.

He sat cross legged, holding a medium spirit stone in his hands, and began to absorb the aura.

There are a lot of things these days, and I haven't calmed down to practice quietly.

As the spirit stone was crushed by the ancient tripod, the aura was converted into true Qi, and then was taken back by Chen Feng for his own use, his strength was also growing.

The day and night passed quickly.

The next morning, Chen Feng slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid air.

His eyes were shining, his body was full of Qi, and his state reached its peak.

After practicing day and night, his strength increased to 10000 Jin! Twenty tiger power!

Of course, the consumption is also huge. It consumes a whole 20 middle-grade spirit stones, equivalent to 1000 lower grade spirit stones. This speed, spread out, appalling. His training day and night consumed the resources of a foreign disciple for decades.

His cultivation speed is 15 times that of the seven strong people of the same level after tomorrow!

Of course, half of them were eaten by Gu Ding.

Chen Feng smiled wryly: "the cultivation speed is really fast, but the speed of consuming spiritual stones is also very fast. Twenty medium-grade spiritual stones are undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but they were consumed by me so quickly."

"But it doesn't matter. I'm Chen Feng. I'm afraid I can't earn Lingshi?"

Today is the day of the third round of the outer sect Dabi. Chen Feng took a bath, changed into a green robe, and came to the outer sect of the Qianyuan sect.

Seeing him coming, all the disciples stepped aside and looked at him with awe.

Chen Feng's reputation spread, and now everyone knows that he is powerful and ruthless.

Chen Feng is at least the strong one of the seventh day after tomorrow, which is already the existence they want to look up to.

"In the third round, game 33, Chen Feng vs. Su Shaoyou! Start!"

The referee announced loudly.

After the two rounds of war, there are only 80 people left from the original 320 people, and there are only 40 battles today. So there are many people gathered around each arena.

Thousands of people gathered around Chen Feng's No. 33 challenge arena, more than ten times as many as others!

Everyone pays close attention to Chen Feng, and wants to see where this former waste, which rises like a comet and rushes into waizongdabi with an unmatched posture of dark horse, can go.

On the stand, there were also a few more people dressed as Wai Zong elders.

Chen Feng's excellent performance has also attracted the attention of the upper level of the sect.

"Brother Han, our little martial nephew is really good." An elder smiled at Han Cong.

He looked at Chen Feng with gentle eyes and great expectations.

Han Cong smiled and sighed in his eyes, "I hope he can fly like his master did in those days!"

"What a pity! I think he will probably be the same as his master. He was hacked to death before he flew up!"

At this time, a haggard middle-aged man in his forties came by and sneered.

Han Cong glanced at him and sneered, "it's you! At the beginning, you were also a genius, and you were overwhelmed by elder martial brother Yan. You could have achieved an immortal strong person. Your state of mind was unbalanced and your accomplishments were greatly reduced, but now you are still wandering in the realm of God!"

The person who came was Zhao Ruoxi, who was also one of the genius of Qianyuan sect.

However, since Yan Qingyu entered the Qianyuan sect, his popularity has been suppressed. Yan Qingyu easily suppressed him in several fights with Yan Qingyu. He was so narrow-minded that he was seriously injured by hematemesis of anger and got seriously ill.

People who practice martial arts pay attention to one idea. How can they practice well with such a thing in his heart?

Zhao Ruoxi looked at Chen Feng, with bitter resentment in his eyes, and said with a cold smile, "the hatred between Yan Qingyu and me will not stop forever! If he dies, it will fall on his disciples."

"Today I came to see how Yan Qingyu's disciple died!"

Han Cong sneered, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you!"

"Su Shaoyou is the grandson of Taishang elder su. I don't believe he is not Chen Feng's opponent!" Zhao Ruoxi smiled coldly, "besides, do you think Su Taishang's elder will let his grandson lose?"

Zhao Ruoxi laughed wildly and said, "this time, Chen Feng will definitely die!"

Han Cong's heart sank.

Opposite Chen Feng stood a young man in his twenties.

The young man is very white, with a baby face and a gentle smile on his face. He arched his hands at Chen fenggong and said with a smile, "brother Chen, brother Chen, I'm just six times the day after tomorrow. I'm not as good as you. Let's stop at once and don't hurt our lives. What do you think?"

After listening to this, Chen Feng still had some good feelings for him.