Full-level sword enlightenment: a new system every day

"Next match, Wuji Sword Sect, Lin Feng."

"Battle, royal family, Ouyang Feiyu."

Just listen to the referee shouting loudly.

The promotion match, the fourth game.

Lin Feng stepped onto the ring.

"Ouyang Feiyu, the most outstanding contemporary member of the royal family, is only 19 years old and has already reached the five-star martial arts realm."

"He is definitely expected to hit the championship."

"But Lin Feng is not weak. It's hard to say when these two fight."

"Lin Feng is three years younger than Ouyang Feiyu, and his experience and strength are definitely not as good as Ouyang Feiyu's."

"Even though he is very talented, there is no suspense in this duel."

"Lin Feng must be defeated!"

"..."

As the two came to the stage, they stood facing each other.

Below, a group of understanding kings have begun to analyze the combat power, and the result.

"Lin Feng, Ouyang Chen, did you kill him?"

As soon as Ouyang Feiyu stepped into the ring, he looked at Lin Feng with angry eyes.

In his heart, he was filled with endless hatred.

"I have killed quite a few people. Who is Ouyang Chen? I don't remember."

Lin Feng smiled lightly and said.

"do not you remember?"

Ouyang Feiyu's face darkened, and endless murderous intent shot out from his eyes.

"Then I'll help you recall memories!"

"boom……"

His voice fell.

A power of soul wrapped around Lin Feng.

"Ding... Discover talent, spy on consciousness, copy?"

at the same time.

The prompt sound of the god-level talent duplication system sounded in Lin Feng's mind.

"Conscious spying?"

Lin Feng was slightly startled.

Unexpectedly, there is such a talent.

Finally, the system came in handy.

"copy!"

"Ding... Congratulations to the host, Lin Feng, for successfully copying the talent of spying on consciousness."

"You already have the talent of consciousness prying, and the current talent ability is LV1."

"You can spy on the consciousness and memory of warriors whose soul power is lower than yours at the same level."

Following the sound of the god-level talent duplication system, the sound fell.

Lin Feng succeeded in beating the most outstanding talent of the royal family.

Ouyang Feiyu's talent was copied.

"Conscious spying!"

"boom……"

In an instant.

A soul power, with Lin Feng's thought power, rushed towards Ouyang Feiyu.

"Oh!"

midair.

There was a collision with Ouyang Feiyu's soul power.

Lin Feng with thirty layers of soul power.

It directly crushed Ouyang Feiyu.

This is still without taking willow heart.

"what?"

Ouyang Feiyu was startled.

In the next second, I felt that my brain was covered by Lin Feng's soul power.

A thought force drilled into his mind.

"you?"

His face suddenly darkened.

It can be clearly distinguished that Lin Feng has the same talent as himself.

If it was someone else, they would naturally not be able to detect it.

After all, he was directly spied on.

But as No.1 with this talent.

Ouyang Feiyu is well aware of this talent.

"Why do you also have conscious talent?"

He was puzzled, and looked at Lin Feng in astonishment, and asked.

"There are no rules for talents, only you can have them."

Lin Feng smiled: "However, there are such things as peeking at the teacher's wife taking a shower."

"Only you can do it."

"Have you masturbated?"

"Nonsense, you are looking for death."

Facing Lin Feng's ridicule.

Ouyang Feiyu suddenly became angry from embarrassment.

"Flying Killing Sword Technique!"

With a swipe of the long sword, the advanced swordsmanship of the Xuan level came out in a desperate manner.

"Yo, in a hurry? Angry?"

Lin Feng saw Ouyang Feiyu's distraught look.

Immediately smiled: "Anger doesn't make you stronger."

"It just exposes more of your weaknesses."

"Palm Thunder!"

"Boom..."

A tyrannical thunderbolt strike.

With a flash speed visible to the naked eye, it hit Ouyang Feiyu.

"Zizi..."

Ouyang Feiyu was immediately injured by the thunder in his palm, and black smoke billowed out of his body.

Surrounded by electricity.

"Boom!"

In the next second, Lin Feng flew up and kicked his horse.

Kicked on Ouyang Feiyu's body.

Fly it directly out of the arena.

"Oh!"

Finally, he hit the ground heavily and passed out.

"Forehead……"

The audience, everyone, was dumbfounded.

Haven't responded yet.

The game is over.

"what's going on?"

"What about the wonderful showdown we talked about?"

"Is this the end?"

"too fast!"

"..."

"The game is over, the winner, Lin Feng!"

The next second, the referee announced the result loudly.

"Clap clap clap..."

"Boss is mighty and domineering, a powerful Tesla..."

There was a burst of applause.

As well as encouraging and bragging voices came from all around the ring.

"The next match, the Promise Sword Sect Xiao Jingye will fight against each other, and the casual cultivator will use his sword!"

Immediately, the game continued.

The famous Xiao Jingye.

Instantly became the focus of the audience.

But his opponent was mediocre and unknown.

"Xiao Jingye, that's a win."

"Does that even need to be said?"

"..."

Almost everyone is full of confidence in Xiao Jingye.

But the result was once again surprising.

"The game is over, the winner, the sword."

Hear surprising results.

Lin Feng, who was heading to the alchemy area, suddenly turned his head.

His gaze was fixed on Suo Jian.

"Eight-star martial spirit? Or casual cultivator? How is this possible?"

Even his hang up.

I couldn't help being surprised in my heart.

This cable sword is not easy.

Easily defeated Xiao Jingye.

A sensation in the audience.

Afterwards, Midangsuji played against Huoyu Shanzhuang, and Gao Heidong won with injuries.

Nine games.

Ended one after another.

The top nine were born.

Lin Feng, Midangjin, Suo Jian, Luo Tianhong and other nine people...

"You have half a stick of incense to prepare. Among the 13 people, the alchemy champion will be determined."

After noon, in the alchemy area.

The elder in charge of alchemy looked at Lin Feng and the others and said.

final moment.

The pause button was pressed for the games in all regions.

Take the lead in the alchemy competition.

"Is Lin Feng all right?"

"His alchemy is already higher than Senior Han Gen's, so the champion should be fine."

"The previous two performances were outstanding. I believe in him."

"..."

The disciples of Wuji Sword Sect watched Lin Feng come to the most critical championship competition.

Although he knew that Lin Feng's alchemy ability was very strong.

But still a little nervous.

The time for half a stick of incense passed quickly.

"The championship competition of the alchemy competition begins now."

"Next, I will announce the rules of the game."

"The thirteen alchemists who are competing for the championship will refine the highest-grade and best-quality elixir while they need to prepare their own materials."

"Time limit, three sticks of incense."

"The one who successfully refines the best pill will win."

"You will get a volume of pills that can assist your soul power with foreign objects."

"Then good luck to you."

"Boom..."

Following the elder referee's voice fell.

All the thirteen alchemists who came to the finals circulated the spiritual energy in their bodies one after another.

Burn the flames and start alchemy.

"Nine-turn fire control method."

When Lin Feng came up, he used the nine-turn fire control technique.

Caused a surprise.

"Such a clever fire control technique, is he really a 16-year-old teenager?"