Chapter 1267: Starlight City Competition

Just as he stood up and was about to leave, Ye Feng's face turned red and he scratched his head in embarrassment. There were more than ten dark eyes in front of him, staring at him with complicated expressions. Si Tu

"Ye Tiancai, you... you finally finished your practice?"

A timid female voice came from the other side. A dozen people who had been waiting for most of the day hesitated and stepped forward, looking at Ye Feng like a monster.

"Everyone... I'm sorry. I accidentally inhaled a little bit more, which affected everyone's practice..."

In fact, Ye Feng had already sensed the appearance of these warriors around him, but no one showed hostility. He was immersed in practice and ignored them.

Now that the practice was over, these people had not left yet, so he just said sorry casually.

The more than ten warriors were all black lines, brother, did you inhale a little bit more? Obviously, you drained the vitality of the entire mountain, okay?

However, the previous situation was too horrifying, and no one was stupid enough to really blame Ye Feng for affecting their cultivation. The reason they stayed here and did not disperse was naturally because they had never seen such a method before and wanted to witness it with their own eyes...

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In a depressing atmosphere, a few days passed quickly. On this day, the sun rose, and nearly a hundred forces, large and small, set out and headed towards the Qifeng Mountains.

The Qifeng Mountains are the highest peaks in the Xingguang City. It is said that a phoenix once soared to the sky, hence the name. In the past hundred years, almost every city competition has been held in this mountain range.

The city competition is an important competition for selecting talents in the thirteen counties of Shenwu. Every disciple who participates in the city competition represents the face of each sect. Therefore, many core disciples who usually do not show their talents and hide in secret will show up and show their methods to add luster to their own sects.

If you can rank among the top, you may be noticed by the special envoy of the upper city and join the organization of the upper city, and you can rise to the top from then on.

It is quite difficult to enter a second-rate city from a third-rate city like Xingguang City. It is not enough to have the strength of cultivation alone, and strong interpersonal relationships are also needed.

But if you show your edge in the city competition and stand out, and are directly noticed by the special envoys who come to the city to select talents, then all the shackles will be cut off.

This is also the reason why every city competition is treated solemnly by more than a hundred forces in Xingguang City and they compete to pursue it.

Today, the city lord's mansion is also crowded. The young warriors are dressed up and dressed brightly. At the beginning of the morning, they headed straight to the Qifeng Mountains under the leadership of the steward Ding Mo.

Of course, Ye Feng did not go with him, but wandered all the way with Zhongli.

Not far from the city lord's mansion, Ye Feng frowned. Enemies meet on a narrow road. He actually met Mo Gaokun again. The two sides happened to be walking in the same direction.

There was also a young man in his thirties beside him, carrying a blood-red long sword, with brows like stars and a face as cold as jade.

"Ye, you dare to leave the City Lord's Mansion... Could it be that you also participated in this city competition?"

When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous. Mo Gaokun was so angry in his heart. Thinking that he was almost killed by Ye Feng, he was even more angry. He stepped forward arrogantly to block the way.

"So it's the young master of the Mo flag... What's the matter... Are you itching for trouble or do you want to make yourself unhappy?" Ye Feng raised his cold skin slightly, looked at Mo Gaokun and said calmly.

As the young master of the Blood Dragon Flag, it is inevitable to participate in the city competition. If he still doesn't give up on himself, Ye Feng will not show mercy during the city competition.

"Are you Ye Feng?"

Without waiting for the exasperated Mo Gaokun to speak, the young man with a blood-red long sword on his back stepped forward and spoke coldly with a condescending attitude.

"That's right! What's going on? Do you want to talk to me?"

Ye Feng was a little cautious about this man. This young man had a strong evil spirit. He glanced at him and saw that his crossed knuckles were covered with calluses. Ye Feng knew that only warriors who walked out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses would have such a strong evil spirit.

"Blood Dragon Flag Mo Lengchang. Your head belongs to me. I'll wait for you at the top of Qifeng Mountain!"

Throwing down a sentence, the young man with a knife on his back walked forward without saying a word, and seemed to ignore Mo Gaokun who was following him.

"Haha... Mr. Ye, just clean your neck! Hey, Senior Brother Leng Chang... don't walk so fast, wait for me!"

Mo Gaokun ran forward, he really didn't dare to face Ye Feng alone, the scars left on his body before still made him feel a little painful...

"Brother Ye, it seems that this trip will not be peaceful again."

Looking at the two people's backs going away, Zhongli with a bitter face couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly. I really don't know why this kid has provoked so many enemies.

"Since I came, I will make the best of it..."

"Brother Zhongli, if you are not envied by others, you are a mediocre person. Genius is not shouted out, but killed out of the crowd step by step." Ye Feng spread his hands indifferently, and didn't take the threats of Mo Gaokun and the master of the Blood Dragon Flag to heart at all...

Since ancient times, there has been only one road to the Qifeng Mountains. Two hours later, the two climbed to the top of the mountain.

From a distance, the forests were all colored, and the mountains seemed small, except for the crowds of people on the mountain. In addition to the human race, there were also some warriors of other races who came here to watch the battle and join in the fun.

There was a natural stone platform on the top of the mountain, as flat as a mirror. Along the four sides of this stone platform, huge viewing platforms were built, rising layer by layer like the Roman Colosseum, magnificent and enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

It was not even noon yet, and all the big and small forces had already arrived. The best seats at the front of the four stands were occupied by the three factions of Jihuo Fort, and another one was the location of the City Lord's Mansion.

Ye Feng, with Zhongli, walked around the crowd and walked to the seats of the City Lord's Mansion and found a place to sit down.

He didn't want to be high-profile, but as soon as he showed up, many warriors who knew or didn't know him came forward to greet him.

"Ye Tiancai..."

"Ye Tiancai is here. You are the main force of our City Lord's Mansion. You must fight for us."

Some of these young warriors had watched the battle where Ye Feng killed He Bayi and knew how powerful he was.

In addition, the news that Ye Feng practiced on the mountain behind the City Lord's Mansion a few days ago was also spread. It was said that his practice was like a prehistoric giant beast, swallowing the world and absorbing all the spiritual energy of a mountain. Although most people scoffed at this matter: a small warrior in the virtual realm... how could it be possible! But the dozen or so warriors who saw it with their own eyes said the same thing, which also earned Ye Feng a lot of popularity.

After Ye Feng responded to all the greetings with a smile, he looked at the other three sects.

Among them, there was an acquaintance he had met before. At the location of the Juling Sword Sect opposite, the Master of the Killing Heart Sword was wearing a gray and white Taoist robe, sitting in the middle of the opposite high platform, with his eyes downcast and no expression on his face.

There were more than ten disciples standing on the left and right. Zhou Ruoyun was ranked third, looking for something with a wandering gaze...

Ye Feng turned his head and looked to the left.

On the left viewing platform stood a huge blood-red flag. The master of the Blood Dragon Flag, Mo Wuqing, had a majestic face and a pair of eyes like knives. Anyone who was swept by him would tremble slightly.

Mo Gaokun also sat on the side of the high platform with a proud face. A group of disciples gathered around him, with flattering expressions on their faces, constantly flattering Master Mo.

Seeing Ye Feng's eyes sweeping over, Master Mo grinned from a distance, stretched out his right hand, and stroked his neck, the provocation was obvious.

There were dozens of disciples on the Blood Dragon Flag platform, but the young man named "Mo Lengchang" remained silent, like a sculpture...