Feng Fan and Gu Shengfeng calmly left the stone platform one after another, and each returned to his seat, "Brother Feng, how was it just now." -- Duan Yunsheng's soft laughter sounded in Feng Fan's ears.

"The consumption of divine consciousness just now is almost negligible, after all, '' a supreme magic weapon sends out a slow attack, and it only lasts for a cup of tea, so it is extremely easy to win this competition. Feng Fan said with a grin.

"Next, you just need to raise your 'essence' and recharge. Duan Yunshang nodded happily.

When the first round of the competition was over, several hours had passed, because it was too late, so after the next round of competition was 'drawn', Lin Jingnan announced that the second round of the competition would start tomorrow.

On the second day, the competition went on as usual, and there were only more than 100 people left in the first round of more than 200 people, so after elimination, the disciples who entered the second round all had a certain strength, unlike the strength of the monks in the entire first round of the competition.

Although each round of the competition lasted longer than the first, the number of participants was reduced by half, so it ended in one day.

Feng Fan's opponent was a beginner-level monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and Feng Fan defeated the opponent by virtue of the teleportation bead's teleportation bead and his own strong strength, and fought with the opponent for a long time of incense.

Feng Fan's opponent was extremely depressed from beginning to end, the strength that Feng Fan could exert was stronger than this person, plus Feng Fan only needed to consume a small amount of True Yuan and Divine Sense to keep teleporting with the help of teleportation beads, this monk couldn't catch Feng Fan's traces at all, only the part of being beaten, and there was no target for attack, of course, this monk also used some talismans, so that the competition lasted for a while, otherwise it would have been over a long time ago.

After the second round of the competition, there were still sixty people left, and in order to make up the number of people and make the competition go on better, the Flying Sect 'drawn' four people from the sixty monks who were defeated in the second round of the competition, so that these people were eligible to participate in the next round of competition.

That is, in the third round of the competition, 64 people participated, until 32 people, 16 people, 8 people, 4 people, and two people won, and finally the head of the 'door' was contested.

After the second round of the competition, under the auspices of Taiqing Zhenren, the 'draw' was held, and then Lin Jingnan announced that the third round of the competition would be held tomorrow, and on the second day, Feng Fan still won easily in the third round of the competition with the continuous teleportation and strong strength of the teleportation bead, but this time Feng Fan escaped the opponent's attack by teleportation, and first used the black magic bead and purple ' The Jade Orb broke the opponent's defensive shield, and then used the Ancient Treasure to deliver a shocking blow to quickly defeat the opponent, and this victory was even shorter than the previous one, after all, Feng Fan used multiple Purple 'Jade' Divine Orbs and Black Magic Orbs.

The fourth round of the competition also ended in one day, Feng Fan still won easily with his teleportation and strong strength, and some talismans, and many onlookers were extremely speechless for Feng Fan, a monk with such a strange ancient treasure teleportation bead.

After the fourth round of the competition, there was still a 'draw' of lots, and Feng Fan actually 'draws' and Gong Changfeng faced off in the fifth round of the competition.

"Bow long wind. Feng Fan immediately recalled the past in his mind, this person had fought against himself twice, and finally lost in his own hands, it seems that this is the third duel, and he and this bow Changfeng are also quite fateful.

Night fell, the monks of the Flying Sect have dispersed, have returned to their residences, the competition has been carried out four rounds, the remaining sixteen players, has become more and more 'fine' color, the next day's competition is every four groups of opponents, that is, eight people at the same time on the four stone platforms together, although there are only two competitions, but it will also last for a day, that is, after the competition, the next day and then the next round of competition.

In a spacious 'cave' mansion, three monks gathered together, the four walls of the 'cave' mansion are inlaid with pigeon-sized luminous beads, there are hundreds, making this 'cave' mansion appear extraordinarily bright, two of the monks are Mo Jinyang and Lei Wanxi, and the other is a young monk in yellow.

"Changfeng, tomorrow you will fight against Feng Fan, it is said that in the past hundreds of years, you have 'fought' with this person twice, but in the end they all ended in failure, I don't know if you are sure of tomorrow's battle. Mo Jinyang asked with a frown.

"The odds are slim, but I'll do my best. Gong Changfeng shook his head sneeringly and said weakly.

"Despite Feng Fan's strength, if you have a considerable number and variety of talismans, you may not have a chance. Lei Wanxi said with a smile.

"Talismans, alas, it seems that the earth-level talismans at this level of the competition are no longer useful, only the heaven-level talismans can play a huge role, but the heaven-level talismans are extremely precious, and I don't have much left now. Gong Changfeng sighed lightly and said with a sad face.

"It's okay, these are ten heaven-level talismans, it should be enough for you to deal with Feng Fan, you should remember the shame that Feng Fan brought you back then, so I hope that tomorrow your competition with Feng Fan must be 'fierce' enough, even if you can't defeat this person, you must try to consume his divine sense. Lei Wanxi flicked the storage ring on his finger, and ten talismans flew out one after another, hovering in front of Gong Changfeng.

"This ...... So much...... Talismans!!" Seeing the powerful aura emanating from the ten heaven-level talismans, Gong Changfeng was a little overwhelmed at first, then became salivating, and finally stammered.

"As long as you cause enough trouble to Feng Fan and can finally satisfy me, that is, you can make him hurt, then these elixirs will be yours. Lei Wanxi waved with one hand, and three spirit pills appeared in front of him one after another.

"Forging Body Pill, Mushroom Leaf Pill, Little Reverse Heaven Pill. Seeing the three spirit pills suspended in front of Lei Wanxi, Gong Changfeng swept it with his divine sense, and immediately his heart jumped violently, his eyes widened, and he shouted in a lost voice, after all, the five-grade spirit pill is simply a great 'temptation' and 'confusion' for ordinary Yuan infant monks, and it is three five-grade spirit pills, how can this not make Gong Changfeng lose his temper.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I will definitely fight Feng Fan to the death tomorrow. Gong Changfeng shouted with a spirit.

"In that case, we won't bother. Lei Wanxi nodded, glanced at Mo Jinyang, and then slowly left Gong Changfeng's 'cave' mansion.

The next day, almost all the monks of the Flying Heaven Sect gathered around the four stone platforms on the top of the Flying Mountain, and the competition for the position of the head of the 'Gate' has entered the fifth round, and the sixteen monks are almost all the best in the Yuan Infant Stage, except for the peak level monks in the later stage, and the competition has entered this level and has begun to enter the **.

After Taiqing Zhenren read out the list of eight players, the eight players in the first round of the competition entered the four stone platforms one after another, and Feng Fan was in the second round of the competition today, so he was still watching around the stone platform at this time.

The eight monks reported their names to each other, and the fifth round of the competition began, and after more than an hour, the eight monks finally competed for four winners, among which Lei Wanxi and Mo Jinyang were also among the four winners.

When the Phantom Yue Zhenren announced the list of the four winners, and announced the list of today's second round of competition, Feng Fan came to the third stone platform, looking at the bow Changfeng a few zhang away in front of him, and his face was still a look of no 'wave' on his face.

"The Flying Sect bows the long wind. "Flying Sect Fengfan. Gong Changfeng and Feng Fan reported each other's names, and the two of them opened the True Yuan Imperial Cover almost at the same time, Gong Changfeng waved one hand, and a short knife appeared in front of him, judging from the aura it exuded, this was an ancient treasure, and the blade shone with a dazzling brilliance, exuding a cold killing intent, and firmly locked Feng Fan.

Feng Fan's right hand flipped, and the purple electric sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with the injection of true yuan, the purple electric sword skyrocketed, emitting countless purple 'color' lights.

Gong Changfeng waved his right hand, and the short knife flew out of his hand, carrying a strong wind towards Feng Fan's 'excited' and 'shooting', Feng Fan's right hand waved, and the purple electric sword 'excited' and 'shot' out, the two collided, and a piercing sound came out, and it was found that Feng Fan exerted the strength equivalent to the initial level of a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and Gong Changfeng's face was dignified.

Seeing that the short knife not only could not repel the purple electric sword at all, but also had the potential to retreat, Gong Changfeng's heart sank, and he quickly shot a trick at the short knife, and the short knife suddenly burst out with countless cold lights, and then rose wildly.

A breathtaking aura surged out of the short knife, and the short knife suddenly twisted in an instant, turning into a huge dragon in a very short time, this dragon was covered with purple scales, its body was as thick as a waist, and its body was several feet long, and it slammed into the purple electric sword with its teeth and claws.

"Fourth-rank intermediate initial level purple 'colored' dragon demon beast soul. "The moment he saw the appearance of the dragon in the air, the name and rank of the dragon in the air immediately flashed in Feng Fan's mind, the soul of this purple 'colored' dragon was sealed in the ancient treasure, so that the power of this ancient treasure has been improved, although the power of the soul of the demon beast sealed in various weapons is much weaker than the actual strength of this demon beast before its death, but with the power of the user, it will also exert great power.

Because Gong Changfeng could only exert the strength equivalent to the ontological cultivation, it was still inferior to Feng Fan, who could exert the strength equivalent to the peak level of the late Yuan Infant period, so he did not hesitate to drive out the beast soul sealed in the ancient treasure, in a vain attempt to delay the competition time with Feng Fan through the beast soul.

Seeing that countless attacks were firmly blocked by the purple electric sword, the purple 'colored' Jiaolong couldn't help but go crazy, and bursts of piercing roars came out of the demon beast's mouth, and the purple 'colored' Jiaolong opened its mouth, and a purple 'colored' flame sprayed out, and the purple electric sword immediately retreated a few points under the burning of the flames.

The true yuan in Feng Fan's body gushed out wildly, and the retreating purple electric sword suddenly regained its previous strength, rushed to the opposite demon beast and beast soul, and fought with it again.