Chapter 911

Under the public's attention, Ye Feng walked to the drum, with light steps, no real yuan fluctuations, just like an ordinary mortal.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Feng's body ejected, but there was no real yuan fluctuation, relying on the physical strength.

"This kid is crazy. If he doesn't use Zhenyuan, I guess he can only play three drums."

Not feeling the true yuan of Ye Feng, many people utter scorn.

Everyone looked at Ye Feng in the past, but most of his eyes were sarcastic, sneering and contemptuous.

The elders on the high platform were stunned to see that Ye Feng didn't show his true yuan. Some shook their heads, while others sighed. After a good chance of assessment at home, Ye Feng took it as a joke.

But I don't know, when Ye Feng didn't show his true yuan and jumped up relying on his physical strength, the crazy elder opened his eyes with a brush, and his essence leaked out. He stared at Ye Feng tightly, as if he had found a treasure.

Tang Liangyun with hate iron not steel eyes, very helpless, never thought, Ye Feng should be so careless.

"Dong!"

The first sound appeared, the sound was thick, like the collapse of the earth. Everyone felt that their feet were shaking, and the sound was too depressing.

"Angry, relying on the fence, Xiaoxiao rain rest."

At the time of the second sound, Ye Feng's mouth began to sing, which turned out to be a song about the battle of a strong man.

A heroic feeling endless deduction out, to hear such a loud voice, all the enthusiasm, all the passion has been ignited.

The drum is high, loud, inspiring and even exciting.

"Look up, look up to the sky, roar, and be strong!

To the third drum, Ye Feng's voice is getting louder and louder, as if resonating with heaven and earth.

The sound of the drum resounds through the sky and the sky. It is overwhelming and majestic. It depends entirely on Ye Feng's physical strength, and there is no real yuan in it.

The sound of the drum is powerful and powerful. Hundreds of people are obsessed with it. They are deeply attracted by Ye Feng's drum sound.

At this time, don't blame Liang Yun for his surprise.

The drum is not only rhythmic, but also a finished song. With Ye Feng's strong drum sound, Haotian drum is almost inspired. Cooperate with Ye Feng's action.

On the high platform, the crazy elder's eyes became more and more bright, and other elders also cast their eyes. Ye Feng's drum beating momentum was unprecedented, just like the return of the ancient god of war, ringing the drum of the twilight city.

The momentum is far more than that. The drum is more and more loud and earth shaking. It is like the roar of the sea and the singing of the stars. It plays a wonderful song in the world.

"The dust and the earth of thirty years' fame, the cloud and the moon of eight thousand miles. Don't wait, white head, empty sad

In the twinkling of an eye, Ye Feng came to the seventh battle drum.

"Ha ha, I've been singing with you for 30 years, and you've got a good reputation."

The crazy elder suddenly laughed and took the gourd in his hand to drink.

Ye Feng doesn't know everything around him. Now he is in a strange state. His body floats on the void, and he is drawn by Haotian drum.

"How can this be? This kid is in a state of epiphany."

Many sharp eyed people at the scene have found that Ye Feng closed his eyes and completely relied on the traction of Haotian drum. This song has been recognized by Haotian drum.

People's eyes changed from scorn, ridicule and sneer to shock, surprise, incomprehension, horror and jealousy.

Tang Lingfei's face is gloomy and terrible. Ye Feng can enter the realm of epiphany in the legend at this time, which makes Tang Lingfei feel very uncomfortable, like eating a fly.

Tang Xue's eyes stare at Ye Feng, and a murderous air is gradually spreading.

"The shame of Jingkang is not yet snow; when will the hatred of Ministers be extinguished? Driving a long car to break through, Helan Mountain lacks. "

Ye Feng's body appeared in front of the ninth drum. With three loud drums, Ye Feng finished nine rings.

At this time, we can't use shock to describe everyone's expression, because so far, Ye Feng hasn't used any real yuan, relying on the physical strength, that is to say, if ye Feng used real yuan, he can easily play ten battle drums.

The tenth drum appeared, Ye Feng is still in the Epiphany stage, did not open his eyes, the drumstick in his hand is changing with his mood.

The passionate verses and exciting drums make Ye Feng enter a wonderful realm.

"I'm hungry for meat, but I'm thirsty for Xiongnu's blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old rivers and mountains, chaotianjue. "

The tenth battle drum sounded and filled the endless sky, as if the sun in the sky were all infected, bright and dark, beating with the rhythm.

Ten rings!

The voice is full of excitement and the words are unforgettable for a long time. Shock on the spot!Ye Feng's body slowly fell, still closed his eyes, silent in his own world, turned a deaf ear to anything that happened outside.

"Whoosh!"

Crazy elder suddenly disappeared, who did not see, only he appeared in Ye Feng side, stretch out a row, a light curtain appeared, all the noise outside can not penetrate into the light curtain.

Epiphany is hard to meet once in thousands of years. Ye Feng enters the epiphany. In order not to be disturbed, the crazy elder arranges an array to isolate the noise outside, so as not to wake Ye Feng up.

Time passed little by little, because ye Feng had not yet come to his senses from his epiphany and could not announce his achievements. The second level was stranded.

Ye Feng felt that his soul had entered into a battlefield, full of the spirit of killing everywhere, and countless gods and Demons passed in a hurry in front of him.

Then there was a great war. Countless gods and Demons fought together and piled up the bones like mountains. The blood turned into a long river and the bones into mountains.

This is a miserable scene, Ye Feng was completely shocked, the scene in front of him can't stop, that kind of killing gas, constantly rushed into his soul sea.

The will to kill is constantly brewing, and the scarlet breath is absorbed by Ye Feng, who feels that his willpower is increasing crazily.

A person's will determines how far you can go. If your will is not firm and your nature is not firm, it will have a great influence on the future.

No matter what happens to a determined person, he is always in a state of invincibility, and no one can shake him. This is willpower.

In this sea of corpses, Ye Feng tempered his will, and the will also represents the meaning of the sword. At this time, Ye Feng, like a peerless sword, is about to come out!

However, in the blink of an eye, Ye Feng feels the intention of the weidacheng sword. At this time, the biggest harvest is of course the sword of killing. With the nourishment of the spirit of killing, mubai roars excitedly.

"Ha ha ha, it's an ancient battlefield. I can come here and absorb a lot of killing spirit."

Mubai excited jump, open mind, unscrupulous absorption, increase their own strength.

Now he's only half an immortal. He's still a long way from the real immortal. Besides, there are Taoist, royal and imperial utensils on it. It's so far away from the artifact.

After half an hour, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes and withdrew from the magic battlefield, with a trace of fatigue on his face.

Just now, Ye Feng absorbed the spirit of killing and tempered his will. Although Ye Feng's spirit increased a lot, he continued to use it, leading to mental fatigue.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a fluffy hair, and then a breath of wine came.

"Little baby, you wake up!"

Ye Feng's eyes swept, and found that there was a light curtain around him. All the voices outside disappeared completely, and there was an old man beside him, who was the crazy elder.

Ye Feng is exquisite and clear. How can he not see it? He just entered the epiphany. If it wasn't for the crazy elder to arrange this array, I'm afraid he would have retired from the epiphany.

"Thank you, elder!"

Ye Feng bowed deeply to express his gratitude. Of course, Ye Feng knew how important epiphany was to the practitioners. The Epiphany just now was of great benefit to Ye Feng's growth, and the sword of killing is now more and more powerful.

What's more, with the help of the will to kill, Ye Feng successfully understands the great achievement of the micro sword, which makes Ye Feng even more grateful to the crazy elder.

"Don't mention it, boy. Go to the second level examination!"

The old man drank a mouthful of wine, waved his hand, and the array disappeared. The noise from outside came into their ears.

"Ye Feng, ten rings!"

At this time, the assessor announced Ye Feng's score, and the third ten rings appeared. But we all know what Ye Feng's ten rings mean. There is no real yuan fluctuation, and we can play ten rings by relying on the body.

A lot of malicious eyes are projected out one after another.

Tang Xue's face is gloomy and terrible. Ye Feng even plays ten times, which is higher than his talent. It stimulates his will to kill.

Force does not represent combat effectiveness. In their eyes, Ye Feng is just a reckless man. Depending on his physical body, Ye Feng can only rank at the bottom of the list among the 300 people.

Tang Lingfei is the same, just now also satirized fire City Tang family, Ye Feng a ten ring, mercilessly threw him a slap in the face, mercilessly glared at Ye Feng, no longer speak.

"Tang Lingfei, just now you didn't say that our fire City Tang family doesn't have nine rings. Now why don't you say that our fire City Tang family still has ten ring disciples."

Tang Tian's face is very good, and Ye Feng's ten rings make the fire City Tang Jiabei attract attention.

"Hum, don't be complacent. There are still two levels. Whether you can enter your home or not depends on brute force. Talent is equally important."

Tang Lingfei is too lazy to talk to Tang Tian. Now he just places his hope on the second level, hoping to surpass the fire City Tang family.

"It's really stubborn. Today, I'll let you know what is beyond heaven."Tang Tian doesn't care. Ye Feng's talent is better than anyone else. He doesn't worry about the lack of talent.

"Well, next test the second level, test your growth value of soul power, and you go to the tablet in turn."

The elder interrupted the conversation, waved his hand, and walked to the monument in the same order.

"Infuse your soul power, level 1 to level 3 is inferior, level 4 to level 6 is medium, level 7 to level 9 is superior, and level 10 is superior."

As long as the spirit has been engraved on the scale, it can be injected.

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