Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 170

The Qianlei Sect is located on a spiritual mountain in the east of Qianlei County. The place is full of aura, and the sky is surrounded by thunder and lightning all the year round. It is awe-inspiring and terrifying.

As the only sect in Qianlei County, the disciples of Qianlei Sect all have a sense of arrogance, feeling that they are superior to others.

In the early morning of this day, a group of five people, three men and two women, welcomed three men and two women in front of the Qianlei Sect. The young man exudes a calm aura at any time, and his strong muscles are strong enough to open mountains.

This is Ye Feng and his party of five.

"Who is here?" A gatekeeper disciple stepped forward and asked.

"Hello, I want to enter the Sea of ​​Thousand Illusions, please let me know."

The disciple looked at Ye Feng, then at the others, and questioned, "Are you sure it's you?"

"Of course it is me."

"Then do you know that to enter the Sea of ​​Thousand Illusions, you have to pass the sect's assessment."

"Of course I know the rules, please pass them on to me."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's up to you, at the second level of the Spirit Wheel, do you want to pass the test?" the disciple said, "You are insulting my Thousand Thunder Sect."

This disciple is really angry. Thousand Thunder Sect is the overlord that no one dares to question here. Thousand Thunder Sect disciples are all geniuses out of a hundred. Now an ant with the second level of the spirit wheel actually claims to defeat Thousand Thunder Sect All Spirit Wheel disciples, what is this not an insult?
"I didn't mean it that way."

"In my opinion, you're here to make trouble. I'll give you ten breaths to get out of here automatically, otherwise" before he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and then he felt a powerful arm grabbing his neck, pulling him The whole person picked up.

"What do you want to do?" The disciple wanted to struggle instinctively, but found that he couldn't even condense his spiritual power. Under Ye Feng's gaze, he felt a chilling power, which made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.

This is one of the wonderful uses of the mysterious spiritual power, shocking, this disciple is only at the first stage of the spirit wheel, and his realm is lower than Ye Feng, of course he can't resist Ye Feng's spiritual power, he is so frightened that he has completely lost the consciousness of resistance, naturally Can't gather spiritual energy.

"Do you think I'm not qualified?" Ye Feng asked, his voice fell on the ear of that disciple, as terrifying as a demon from the abyss, he could only nod subconsciously and said: "I am qualified, I am qualified."

Only then did Ye Feng let go of his hand, and the disciple fell to the ground, feeling that the frightening aura disappeared, and he immediately relaxed a lot, but he still had lingering fear in his eyes looking at Ye Feng.

He asked himself that in the sect, there wasn't any monk in the second level of the spirit wheel who had such a terrifying aura as Ye Feng.

"Where are they sacred?"

The disciple was thinking about it, but he heard Ye Feng say: "Not pass it on yet?"

He was so frightened that he quickly took out a communication jade talisman from his bosom, and told the jade talisman about Ye Feng.

Soon, three figures galloped down from the mountain, and came straight to the sect. The leader was extraordinary. He glanced at Ye Feng and asked, "You want to enter the Sea of ​​Thousand Illusions?"

"That's right. I heard that Thousand Illusions of Thunder Sea is a holy place for cultivating lightning spells, so I want to experience it, and I hope it will come true."

"Do you think that with your meager state, you can defeat all the monks in my sect's spiritual wheel?"

"What is my strength, I will know after the test by the noble sect."

Ye Feng was already a little upset, he had not yet entered the sect, and was questioned twice in a row, but after all, he wanted something from others, so Ye Feng tried to make his tone as polite as possible.

"Only by defeating me will you be eligible to accept the sect's assessment."

After finishing speaking, five golden spirit wheels rose continuously behind the man, and an aura of destruction enveloped him.

Ye Feng stomped his feet, and the immortal golden body opened, his skin turned dark gold, and the two spirit wheels behind him bloomed with brilliance.

"Overestimating one's abilities!" After the man finished speaking, a golden thunderbolt descended from the sky, directly tearing through the void and hitting Ye Feng.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng didn't dodge at all, and let the lightning strike, sparks splashed, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The man turned around and was about to leave. He said, "Collect the corpse yourself."

"Is this the only thing a disciple of the Thousand Thunder Sect can do? Too weak!"

Ye Feng's voice came out, and the footsteps that the disciple had just stepped out abruptly stopped in the air. He turned his head and saw in disbelief a dark golden figure slowly walking out of the smoke and dust, countless golden electric arcs on his skin Leaping, making him look like Thor descends.

"how is this possible?"

With a flash of Ye Feng's figure, he came to the man, grabbed his skirt, and smashed his body into the stone wall behind him.

The man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body became dispirited.

Ye Feng returned to his original appearance, condescendingly said to him: "Now, I am qualified."

After finishing speaking, he ordered the other two disciples who came: "Lead the way!"

The two hurriedly said, "Come with me."

Soon, a few people came to a martial arts training ground on the top of the mountain. In front of it was a purple hall, which was magnificent. Above the head, there were criss-crossing thunder and lightning. Such a spectacle was really shocking.

However, before Ye Feng had time to appreciate it for a long time, he heard footsteps coming from behind, and then, a group of disciples rushed up and surrounded them.

At the end of the road, a group of people came slowly. The leader was a mighty middle-aged man, with short hair standing upside down like steel needles, tiger eyes wide open, not angry and majestic.

Behind him, followed by several purple-clothed disciples with extraordinary temperament, each of them looked arrogant and arrogant.

"Who wants to enter the Thousand Illusory Thunder Sea?" the middle-aged man asked, his voice was like a bell and a drum, and it was deafening.

Ye Feng took a few steps forward, and said: "Next, Ye Feng, if you want to enter the Sea of ​​Thousand Illusions, the senior must be the lord of the Qianlei Sect, Senior Lei Wanshan?"

Before coming, Ye Feng had already done some homework, and had a general understanding of the Qianlei Sect's situation, such as the suzerain Lei Wanshan, who was in the fifth level of good fortune.

"I know everything. You have already defeated two disciples and proved your strength, so I will give you a chance." Lei Wanshan said, "Disciples, who wants to go first?"

"Zhao Bo, the sixth level of the spirit wheel."

A purple-clothed disciple walked out and said, "I will show you the true strength of a disciple of Qianlei Sect."

After finishing speaking, there was lightning around his feet, and his whole body seemed to rush towards him like a bolt of lightning.

"Rachel!"

A flash of thunder flashed, like a sharp knife, directly slashing towards Ye Feng's waist and abdomen.

This shot is a fatal killer move.

Ye Feng felt displeased. Along the way, Qian Leizong's attitude was really annoying. They clearly set the rules themselves, but it seemed like they couldn't allow others to challenge them.

In fact, if Ye Feng thinks about it, it is not difficult to think why Qian Leizong is like this. If someone really passes the test of Qian Leizong, doesn't it prove that he is stronger than all the disciples of Qian Leizong? The Huanlei Sea is regarded as a private property by the Qianlei Sect, so how can it be easily touched by outsiders.

Facing the opponent's decisive blow, Ye Feng gathered his strength directly, and a huge golden fist shot out of the air, smashing the thunder and lightning directly, and then hit Zhao Bo's chest hard.

Zhao Bo, who was in the sixth level of the spirit wheel, immediately vomited blood, flew upside down, and landed heavily on the ground, directly losing his fighting power.

"What a powerful force!" Qian Leizong's disciple exclaimed, Ye Feng, a young man in the second level of the spirit wheel, seemed a little too strong.

Ye Feng took a step forward and said, "Let the strongest of you come out."

　Tomorrow at noon may be a little later, and I have to get water in the morning, and I am a little annoyed by the cold.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)