The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Master, he is unwilling to hand over the sarcophagus."

Lin Kun first opened his mouth to the stone temple.

In that ancient temple, there lived the fourth-ranked Spirit Venerable on the Power God List, and now the number one powerhouse in Tianzhou.

"Well, let him go!"

In the stone palace, there was a clear, ethereal, loud, indistinguishable voice from men and women, as if coming from another dimension, detached from the world and unpredictable.

"Don't grab it?" Lin Kun was stunned.

Ning Yu raised her eyebrows and was also surprised.

"No." Lingzun said lightly, "Prepare well for the top talent conference."

"The disciples obeyed."

Lin Kun and Ning Yu held their fists and bowed, then turned and left.

The black stone palace stood quietly on the ground, eternal, vast, and distant, as if it had existed since the beginning of the world.

High in the sky.

Lin Kun and Ning Yu looked back.

The hall slowly faded, and the surrounding scenes also began to fade, covering an area of ​​thousands of miles.

"I heard that this area is very unique. It is a space node that can open the door to another world."

Ning Yu whispered.

Lin Kun frowned slightly: "I am afraid that only the master will know the truth of this matter."

The two looked deeply at this area.

After half a cup of tea.

They left together and disappeared without a trace.

…

Guest house.

Ye Feng crossed his knees to the ground, cultivating the power pattern observed from the corpse of the ancient saint in the sarcophagus.

"Powerful Fist!"

"Furious Fist!"

"Domineering Fist!"

"What's this all about! The level of naming the ancient holy gods is too bad, not as good as me!"

Ye Feng practiced the boxing techniques he observed from these **** patterns, and found that their names were all ghosts.

And these are the names of the ancient holy gods.

"However, it doesn't matter if the name is not good. When fighting, it's okay not to call the name?"

Ye Feng smiled.

In two days it will be the Top Talents Conference.

He had to create some brand new magical powers, suitable for the incarnation of the heavenly emperor to display.

"With my foundation, even if it's only at the level of the Emperor of Heaven, there should be no problem sweeping the audience."

"Concubine, are you playing?"

"I won't go."

Concubine Fox didn't want to appear.

The reason is simple. She doesn't want to create a clone. In her opinion, since she wants to fight, then the real body will come, using clones or projections, which is too disrespectful to the opponent.

If you want to fight, you have to distinguish between superior and inferior, but also between life and death!

Anyway, she has an immortal body, how she died is the other party's business, and has nothing to do with her.

"Little monkey, are you going?" Ye Feng asked again.

"My body is at the Heavenly Emperor level, is there any difference between my body and my body?" The Heavenly Dao Spirit Monkey scratched his head.

"That's it, I'll go by myself."

Ye Feng continued to practice boxing and delved into supernatural powers by the way.

Even if he didn't rely on physical strength, he was able to sweep the audience just by relying on his cultivation.

Two days later.

Within the Holy Spirit Sect.

Over a huge square with a radius of thousands of miles.

Hundreds of billions of creatures gathered around.

The top talent conference, held every 100 years, is hosted by the Holy Spirit Sect, the most powerful neutral force in Tianzhou.

The winner can get the guidance of the lingzun.

Even if you only get the top three, there are huge rewards.

As for the contestants, they are the top Tianjiao recommended by the major sacred sites. Most of them are quasi-sages under one thousand years old, and a few are sacred realms.

For the practitioners in the entire Tianzhou, the Top Talent Conference is the most dazzling event.

Who can win the first place shows that among the younger generation, he is the undisputed strongest in his class.

This glory will accompany you throughout your life!

In the center of the square, there is a hemispherical bubble with a diameter of thousands of miles, covering the earth to form a fighting zone.

This top talent conference is to compete in it.

Nothing fancy.

Entering it is war!

Tear it!

The Saint Lin Kun and Saint Ning Yu descended above the square, stepping on the surface of the bubble, carrying their hands on their backs, and powerful Sheng Wei swept all around.

"Welcome everyone!"

Lin Kun was the first to speak, "It's another top-level talent conference. Next, let's not say much, please join the contestants!"

High in the sky.

A hundred figures appeared out of thin air.

They exude a strong aura, the weakest are the second-ranked quasi-sages, and the strongest are the three who enter the holy realm. They are powerful and powerful, and they are the top geniuses from the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect.

Ye Feng was among them.

He just exudes the breath of the four-turn quasi-sage, which is not very eye-catching.

However, the three people of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect looked jealous.

They have already learned from the Golden Robe Heavenly Sage that this person who calls himself "The Misty Young Master" is very terrifying, and his combat power has reached the peak of the Manifestation of the Holy Sage, and he has killed three Manifestations of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect, and more than a dozen have entered the Holy Realm. The real enemy.

"You also rely on your cultivation base to be higher than ours. When you meet the same rank, we will definitely cut you out!"

A top-level Tianjiao said coldly.

His voice spread throughout the audience and attracted the attention of countless people.

Immediately afterwards, many people looked at Ye Feng.

"It's that person!"

"I heard that he killed the Demon Armor Old Sage of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect and the other three manifested saints, and even got out of the hands of the Golden-robed Sky Sage. Unexpectedly, he is not even a thousand years old!"

"Do you think his age is fake? In fact, he is an old monster that has lived for thousands of years."

"In age, the Holy Spirit Sect will not cheat."

"Yes, this credibility, the Holy Spirit Sect still has it."

People of all major forces are whispering.

High in the sky.

Ye Feng ignored the Holy Realm Tianjiao.

To him, this person can be killed at his fingertips, just like a fly, without paying attention.

"Humph!"

Seeing that Ye Feng did not respond, the three top Tianjiaos of the Sky-Swallowing Devil Sect were all angry, ready to wait until they entered the fighting technique area, and then exploded the phantom Lord's Heavenly Emperor-level clone in public.

"The top talent conference has not yet started, and the smell of gunpowder is very strong, then, now start to create a clone!"

Lin Kun waved his sleeve.

Hum!

A bronze mirror flew high into the sky.

One hundred top Tianjiao including Ye Feng cut their fingers, took out a drop of blood, and sank into the bronze mirror.

next moment.

The majestic aura of heaven and earth poured into the bronze mirror, projecting a hundred figures into the fighting area, and gradually condensed into one body.

Every Dao is at the level of the Emperor of Heaven!

However, because everyone's foundation is different, the aura that these Heavenly Emperor-level incarnations give people are also different.

High in the sky.

Ye Feng discovered that the Doufa District was divided into four areas, and 25 people were randomly assigned to each area.

At this time, Lin Kun introduced:

"One hundred contestants, divided into four regions, A, B, C, D, and 25 people in each region, will go to the elimination round."

"Only those who get the first place in the region can qualify."

"Twenty-five top talents in each region compete in pairs, and the winner advances until the regional first is determined."

"So now, let's start!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone found a number appeared on the head of their clone.

"District A, No. 8, it's okay." Ye Feng said.

His avatar is number eight, UU reading www.uukanshu. com is in zone A.

next moment.

Ye Feng's body was cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, his mind was immersed in the clone of the heavenly emperor, and he began to adapt.

"Huh, it's cheaper for you!"

A cold shout came from a distance.

Ye Feng's avatar followed the sound, and saw that the three top Tianjiaos of the Sky-Swallowing Devil Sect were all assigned to the three areas of "Yi Bing Ding" and were not in Zone A.

"Young Master Misty, if you can qualify, you are qualified to fight with us." Another top arrogant of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect sneered with a hideous face.

At the same level, he is not afraid of anyone!

Even if the other party is a vicious son.

"So much nonsense!"

Ye Feng pulled out his ears, his expression indifferent.