The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Dear fellow daoists, mere elusive son, I can help you solve it." A discordant voice sounded.

Station No. 1 in Area A came out.

This person came from a sacred place under the command of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect.

"Lu Jianjia, if you can wipe out the clone of Master Misty, this sage can personally give you pointers, and reward the tribulation spirit treasure to help you cross the tribulation and become a holy."

Wu Hong, one of the three top arrogances of the Sky-Swallowing Devil Sect, said loudly, not worrying about being heard by others at all.

He wants people to know that those who offend the Sky-Swallowing Devil Sect will definitely face their unlimited revenge.

"Okay, I will try my best."

Lu Jianjia was very excited, looking at Ye Feng's incarnation, his eyes were full of hideousness.

"Mysterious son, you are dead!"

He sneered.

"If it weren't for the regulations of the conference, during this period, the main body can't fight, this son will kill you now." Ye Feng's clone said, his tone indifferent.

Lu Jianjia felt a little in his heart.

Only then did he realize that he was too arrogant.

The main body of Misty Young Master is a terrifying existence that kills three sages in a row. It is really necessary to take action, let alone him, even the holy land behind him will be erased.

"You... don't threaten me!"

Lu Blade Jia's incarnation shivered and quickly backed away.

"Everyone, start the game!"

But after hearing Lin Kun shout, this top-level talent conference officially began.

Zone A.

Twenty-five people will draw lots.

The result came out, a certain practitioner was lucky enough to advance directly to the next round.

Ye Feng glanced at his opponent, No. 1 Lu Blade Jia.

"Lu Jianjia is going to fight against Young Master Misty!"

"Is it so fast?"

People of all major forces have noticed the result of the draw, and don't know if it was luck or someone deliberately did it.

"Yo, it's you in the first round, so good."

Ye Feng's clone glanced at Lu Jianjia's clone, rubbed his fists, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On the ring.

The two avatars confronted each other in the air.

Many practitioners are paying attention to this battle, wanting to know whether the avatar of Lu Jianjia, who has a big tone, can obliterate the avatar of Misty Young Master.

"Big brother, slap him to death!"

"My son, knock him to death with a stick!"

Tiandao Monkey and Concubine Fox shouted loudly, wishing to knock Lu Blade Jia's body to death now.

On the ring.

"Infinite Divine Light!"

Lu Jianjia didn't dare to be careless, even if it was a battle of the same rank, he didn't dare to say that he could win a steady victory.

One shot, it is a holy supernatural power.

Hum!

Seven rays of light of different colors appeared on the head of Lu Jianjia's avatar, intertwined into a sharp heavenly sword, and fell heavily.

"Specious."

Ye Feng's avatar shook his head, stretched out two fingers, and clamped this seven-color heavenly sword that could kill the ordinary one-turn quasi-sage.

"How can it be?"

Lu Jianjia felt a little in his heart.

That was his full blow, and as a result, he was caught by the phantom son's clone with his fingers.

This...what is going on?

Who can tell me?

Lu Jianjia started to panic.

"You are too weak!" Ye Feng's clone smashed the Seven-Colored Immeasurable Sky Sword with a little force, and then, with a palm, it crushed Lu Blade Armor's clone like a rotten one.

The first battle is easy to win.

"hiss!"

The surrounding crowd drew a sigh of relief.

At the same level as the Emperor of Heaven, how could the clone of the Ethereal Young Master be so strong and win with one move.

Is this gap really the same level?

However, it was the bronze mirror that Lingzun personally refined to maintain this battle. Even the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Sect's Sect Master, the Emperor-Swallowing Devil Emperor, personally inspected it, claiming that the bronze mirror was okay.

This means that the elusive son of the same rank is invincible!

Three major areas of E, C, D and D.

The three top Tianjiao of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect easily solved their opponents, and then noticed the scene where Lu Blade Jia's clone was blown up.

"So strong!"

"Even if it is a battle of the same rank, I am not absolutely sure. I guess it will be 50-50."

"Master Misty... is a strong enemy!"

These three top talents felt the pressure.

They felt that they would inevitably have a fierce battle with the clone of the ethereal son in the decisive battle.

High in the sky.

Saint Lin Kun and Saint Ning Yu overlooked the audience.

"So strong combat power!" Lin Kun said solemnly.

"Holy Son, do you know how the Misty Young Master killed his opponent?" Ning Yu glanced at Lin Kun and asked.

"I can't see it, but, based on the hints given to me by the bronze mirror, I only know that the foundation of the ethereal son surpasses any known practitioner, including those three."

Lin Kun pointed to the sky.

"The three...hiss!" Ning Yu knew who Lin Kun was referring to, and couldn't help taking a breath.

Zone A.

Ye Feng's clone stood in place, waiting for the next battle.

Now, he has defeated Lu Jianjia and is already the top 13 in Zone A, and he will win the next battle, which will be the top six.

After that, win a few more games to qualify.

"It seems that my deduction is correct!"

Ye Feng secretly said.

The bronze mirror is based on the foundation of his body to create a clone, and although his body's cultivation is only a four-turn quasi-sage, the ultimate killing power is a fusion of five top-level powers.

Moreover, the sky thunder absorbed in the process of fusion is almost countless, and the foundation is more than ten times stronger than the top genius of the same level.

In this case, the clone is naturally terrifying.

High in the sky.

Lu Jianjia's body suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Ye Feng with a look of fear, turned around and fled.

"Where to go!"

Ye Feng sneered and pointed a little.

boom!

No one reacted, Lu Blade Jia's eyebrows were punctuated by Ye Feng's fingers and burst open on the spot.

Howl!

The power of the heavens gushes out and turns into a fire, burning the soul of Lu Jianjia into nothingness, and completely kills it.

The whole process takes less than a second.

When everyone recovered, Lu Jianjia had been killed.

"You...damn it!"

A sage in the holy place where Lu Jianjia was located widened his eyes and stared at Ye Feng, wishing to swallow him alive.

"Do you want to die too?"

Ye Feng looked at the man with an indifferent expression in his eyes, which made the Xiansheng shrink his neck and immediately retreated three million li.

"This is the end of provoking my son!"

Ye Feng's body hugged his arms and continued to close his eyes, consciously controlling the clone to welcome the next battle.

Xu Shi's obliteration of Lu Jianjia's body frightened his opponent, and the practitioners in Zone A had no fighting spirit.

After half an hour.

Ye Feng's avatar shot out with a palm, blasting his opponent into the air, winning the final battle in Zone A.

"Congratulations to Young Master Misty for being the first to qualify!"

High in the sky, Shengzi Lin Kun saw Ye Feng's clone defeat the last opponent in Zone A, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he announced loudly.

"So fast?"

The expressions of the practitioners in the other three districts changed slightly.

"Hmph, so what if you qualify? Next, the main show has just begun." A top genius of the Sky Swallowing Demon Sect stared at Ye Feng, his eyes full of arrogance.

In a battle of the same rank, he defeated the elder of the Sky Swallowing Demon Sect.

He is crazy, but there are real materials.

In the eyes of this top genius, he is no weaker than the ethereal son in the first battle of the same rank.

After half a cup of tea.

The battles in the three major districts of E, B, D and D are all over.

The three top geniuses of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect easily defeated their opponents, successfully qualified, and met Ye Feng in a decisive battle.

High in the sky.

Ning Yu softly congratulated:

"Congratulations to the four fellow daoists for qualifying."

"Next, the decisive battle begins. The four people on the field will draw lots, and the winner will compete in the final battle, competing for the first place, the loser, and the third place."

After all, Ning Yu dropped four bamboo sticks.

It was covered by a special breath, and I couldn't see what was written on the surface or what color it was.

"Four bamboo sticks, two black and two white, people of the same color will have the next match."

Ning Yu announced the rules.

"Let's draw lots!"

Ye Feng controlled the clone and stretched out his hand, attracted the first bamboo stick, and erased the brilliance on the surface.

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The other three also began to choose bamboo sticks.

"Mysterious son, your opponent is me!"

A top genius of the Sky-Swallowing Demon Sect got the white bamboo stick and turned his head to stare at Ye Feng.

"The next battle, the black bamboo stick will start first!"

Ning Yu announced the order of the game.

Hearing that he could not immediately fight Ye Feng, the top Tianjiao gave a cold snort and crushed the bamboo stick.

"It's okay, I'll fight again later, it's the same." The Tianjiao's eyes were cold.

"My son doesn't want to be too troublesome, or else, let the three of you go together!"

But listened to Ye Feng slowly speaking.

The tone of these words was calm, but the overbearing contained in it made the audience silent.