Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "It's okay, I'm practicing, don't worry about me, and don't disturb me."

Su Rou frowned slightly and looked for a while, but she didn't know what Zhang Yifeng was practicing. But since the other party was so cold, she didn't bother to care whether Zhang Yifeng was dead or alive, so she closed her eyes and continued practicing.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng's face was pale and he was obviously in pain. This method of gathering strength into needles did not come from the cultivation method of the War Immortal Body. But he summed it up based on spiritual energy training.

He felt that the spiritual energy refining technique was actually similar to all physical techniques. So, can spiritual energy training and fighting immortal body complement each other?

So, he tried now.

This attempt was as painful as a needle prick, but giving up as soon as he tried was not his style.

In just a few minutes, Zhang Yifeng's whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes did not waver at all.

Although it is painful, the speed of the battle immortal body seems to be getting faster and faster.

With persistence, Zhang Yifeng felt that the pain had weakened a lot.

At first, the pain was excruciating, but after half an hour, an hour or even two hours, Zhang Yifeng became numb, as if his body no longer belonged to him, as if his soul and body had separated. He gradually got used to this kind of pain.

Three hours, four hours... five hours...

Zhang Yifeng kept his spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness, leaving only his physical body to bear the pain. But this pain, nourished by the corpse beast's heart, is rapidly weakening.

The pain slowly decreased as time went by, and even at a certain moment, the severe pain suddenly became insignificant, as if the wound that was still full of blood suddenly recovered.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes, which had always been dim, finally shot out two rays of light.

it works!

Not feeling pain means that the body has become stronger. This is a good sign.

If you continue to train in this way for a long time, the day when golden points will appear in your body may not be far away.

The time of cultivation always passes quickly, day turns into night, and night turns into day.

When Zhang Yifeng opened his eyes, Su Rou was no longer in the room. She must have gone out before him.

Zhang Yifeng changed a set of clothes and walked out of the room.

When he went to the yard, almost everyone was there, and Su Rou was among them.

Zhang Yifeng didn't ask Su Rou why she didn't wait for him to come with her, because she had no reason to go out with him.

Zhang Yifeng didn't wait long when the examiner came in from outside.

The middle-aged examiner counted the number of people and then said: "Since everyone is here, let me tell you the rules first. Thirty-one people have been eliminated in the second round, and there are still fifty people left. You fifty people will Forty people will be eliminated today. The location of today’s assessment is the martial arts training ground, and the method is one-on-one combat. Everyone, follow me to the martial arts training ground.”

After the examiner finished speaking, a group of people followed the middle-aged examiner through the courtyard and arrived at the vast and huge martial arts training ground.

There is a ring in the center of the martial arts training ground, and in front of the ring there is a gorgeous stand. There are seven people sitting on the stand, which are five deacons and two elders.

"Look, the people sitting above are the deacons and elders of the same sect."

"It is indeed the clothes of the Zhengyimen. They all have the word Zhengyi or two embroidered on their chests. I just don't know which of the eight courtyards they are from."

"Oh my God, are they here to watch our battle? It seems that I must show 120% of my strength today! If I am valued by the deacons or elders, I will be very successful."

"work hard!"

The young heroes became excited.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng looked towards the ring. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on Lan Xianghan, who was wearing a cheongsam, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Even a person like Zhang Yifeng, who has seen beauties before, was shocked when he saw Lan Xianghan at first sight. This woman seemed to be the mature version of Ye Zhimei.

It must be said that this woman became the most beautiful sight in the entire ancient house.

Lan Xianghan seemed to be aware of Zhang Yifeng's gaze and knew that this boy was staring at her, but she was not angry. Instead, she glanced at Zhang Yifeng charmingly and deliberately puffed out her chest. If it weren't for Zhang Yifeng's very determined character , his resistance to beautiful women is stronger than others, he must have "double dragons out to sea" now and have a nosebleed.

Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to look too much. Firstly, he didn't like this very well, and secondly, he was afraid that he would show his ugly face and leave a bad impression on the other party. Zhang Yifeng is not a man with a seductive mind.

"Two elders, five deacons, I have brought all the new talents for this term. Shall we start drawing lots now?"

Kuang Yun's respectful voice came, further confirming the young people's suspicions.

"It's really the elders and deacons, I have to work hard!"

"Wow, there is also a beautiful lady butler. Oh my God, she has such a great figure."

"Brother, why do you have a nosebleed?"

The Young Talents Gate is already in a frenzy.

"Let's start drawing lots." Elder Lan nodded in the stands.

As soon as his voice fell, Crazy Deacon spoke: "Elder Lan, let me preside over the drawing of lots."

Elder Lan looked at Deacon Kuang, his eyes seemed to be able to see through Deacon Kuang's heart, and after a while he nodded: "Then go ahead."

Crazy Butler nodded, got off the stand, and came to the training ground in person.

"For the sake of fairness, this competition adopts random drawing. Those who draw the same number are the opponents. The losers will be eliminated directly. There will be twenty-five people left in the first round. Now the first round of drawing begins. Everyone will follow the order. .”

A lottery tube appeared in Crazy Deacon's hand, and the young heroes stepped forward to draw lots.

Zhang Yifeng and Kuang Fengli didn't move. They were recognized as number one and number two, so it didn't matter when they did it.

Soon, everyone drew lots, leaving only Kuang Fengli and Zhang Yifeng.

"Zhang Yifeng, you are dead today!"

Kuang Fengli glanced at Zhang Yifeng coldly, with a winner's smile on his lips.

"Idiot." Zhang Yifeng was too lazy to pay attention to Kuang Fengli. He stepped forward and took out a bamboo stick with a number engraved on it. I don't know if it was good or bad luck, but he was the first one to play. "

Kuang Fengli also took away the last bamboo stick at this time. Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious: "Laugh, you won't be able to laugh again later."

Kuang Fengli’s bamboo stick was also clearly engraved with one.

"Okay, the bamboo sticks are drawn out, Kuang Yun, you can continue to preside." The voice of the crazy deacon came, and then he turned around and went to the stands.

"Kang Deacon, did you do something small just now?" As soon as Kuang Deacon returned, Lan Xianghan's charming and arrogant voice came.

Deacon Kuang glanced at Lan Xianghan lightly: "Everything is luck."

Lan Xianghan smiled and stopped talking. Instead, he looked at the ring and murmured softly: "I really look forward to Zhang Yifeng's battle."

In the arena, Kuang Yun spoke: "The assessment has officially begun. Now please come to the stage if you get the No. 1 lottery."