On this day, Guo Ji brought a group of disciples from the Mo Dao lineage to Xu Feng's cave and invited Xu Feng to go to the Holy Son Competition Arena together.
"Hey, why is Junior Brother Xu in seclusion?" Guo Ji frowned as he felt the closed formation.
Guo Ji had already informed Xu Feng of the date of the Holy Son Competition in advance. Xu Feng should have been waiting at this time, so why would he be in seclusion at this time?
"Big Brother, what's going on?"
Guo Ji shook his head and whispered, "Junior Brother Xu Feng is in seclusion!"
"Retreating at this time? Are you unwilling to fight on behalf of the Mo Dao lineage?"
Upon hearing that Xu Feng was in seclusion, the disciples of the Sharpening Knife lineage immediately began to talk about it.
"I heard that Senior Brother Xu Feng has just entered the Intermediate Apostle Realm. It is too difficult for him to participate in the Saint Son Competition at this level. I understand that he is unwilling to come out!"
"It seems that this time it depends on the eldest brother. As long as he is not at the bottom, it will be fine!"
"Big Brother, you should go ahead. This Senior Brother Xu doesn't look very reliable!"
Xu Feng had been a disciple of the Mo Dao lineage for too short a time, and he became a true disciple right from the start as a low-level apostle, which made many disciples of the Mo Dao lineage dissatisfied. In addition, Xu Feng's level was too low, and the disciples of the Mo Dao lineage had no confidence in him!
"The time has not come yet. Wait a little longer. Maybe Junior Brother Xu Feng will come out soon!" Guo Ji explained reluctantly with a trace of difficulty on his face.
Guo Ji had no confidence in the Saint Son Competition. Not to mention the high-level apostles, even the apostles with only the mid-level peak strength could not be defeated by Guo Ji! Each of those Saint Sons with the mid-level peak strength had already achieved the state of being one with the primordial essence. Compared with Guo Ji, they only had a few tens of percent of level bonus. With such a small bonus, any secret method or skill could make up for the gap.
Guo Ji practiced the Hun Yuan Jue. The advantage of this technique was that it could accelerate the fusion of energy and achieve the state of Hun Yuan in a very short time. However, its quality was very average, and he was not good at attacking. Not to mention the saints of other sects, even the true disciples could not be defeated by Guo Ji. It was no wonder that he was at the bottom of the saints' competition for many years.
This time, with great difficulty, a junior fellow disciple who had successfully established the foundation of the "Wanjie Moshen Gong" appeared in the sect. Guo Ji was naturally very happy, as he could finally get rid of the hot potato of "Son of the Holy Spirit".
"Everyone, please be patient. Junior Brother Xu Feng may come out soon!" Guo Ji comforted everyone.
At this moment, a large dark cloud suddenly appeared out of nowhere above Xu Feng's cave. The cloud was so gloomy and low that it felt like a huge rock was pressing on the chest, making it difficult to breathe.
“See, I told you that junior brother wouldn’t avoid fighting. He must be practicing some kind of martial arts, and it looks like he’s about to succeed. Everyone, please wait patiently!” Guo Ji looked at the dark cloud and was overjoyed, and explained quickly.
When the other brothers saw the dark cloud, they also became quiet. Even if some of them had doubts in their hearts, they could not show them at this time and could only wait patiently.
Guo Ji stared at the dark cloud above the cave. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed to him. It felt almost exactly the same as the description of a type of cloud he had seen in a book.
Disaster cloud!
"The cloud above Junior Brother Xu Feng's cave is a calamity cloud!" Guo Ji showed a look of surprise on his face.
Only when the calamity force in the body grows to a certain level will this kind of strange phenomenon in heaven and earth appear.
"Junior Brother Xu Feng has actually cultivated the power of calamity!" Guo Ji seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Then, Guo Ji burst into laughter amid the surprised looks of his fellow disciples.
"Hahahaha, junior brother has cultivated the power of calamity. In this Saint Son Competition, our Mo Dao lineage will make a big splash!" Guo Ji laughed. Every time he failed in previous years, his mind emerged. The cold and mocking looks from other sect disciples made Guo Ji's eyes fill with excitement.
Seeing Guo Ji lose his composure, a disciple beside him whispered, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Guo Ji wiped his eyes, turned around and looked at his fellow apprentices, and said solemnly: "Although Xu Feng joined the sect the latest, he is the holy son of the Mo Dao lineage and has a respected status. From today on, I don't want to hear any bad rumors about Brother Xu Feng!"
"Big Brother, what happened?"
Guo Ji looked at everyone and said with a look of satisfaction: "Brothers, we are sharpening our swords and will rise up!"
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At this time, Xu Feng was sitting cross-legged in the training room of the cave. In three months, he had integrated more than 90% of his mental power into the calamity power in his body. The calamity power that was originally only as big as a hair in his dantian has now grown to occupy one-third of the space in his dantian.
In his previous life, it took Xu Feng ten years to integrate his mental power into meditation power. However, in this life, it only took him three months to integrate his mental power into calamity power.
The reason why this fusion efficiency is so fast is that the quality of the calamity power is far higher than that of meditation power.
In his previous life, when Xu Feng integrated his spiritual power, it was like water dripping through a stone. But now, integrating his spiritual power is like adding fuel to the fire. The two are incomparable!
At the same time, in the secret realm, the spiritual imprint on the bone fire dragon is also dissipating rapidly. After the spirit is integrated into the calamity power, there will be no trace of it. All the spiritual imprints with Xu Feng's breath will dissipate.
Roar~ The Bone Fire Dragon let out a painful wail, and the spiritual mark between its eyebrows completely dissipated and disappeared.
Without the spiritual imprint, the Bone Fire Dragon was no longer Xu Feng's pet, and he felt relieved. However, the next moment, a gray-black mark suddenly appeared between the Bone Fire Dragon's eyebrows. This mark was even more frightening than the previous spiritual imprint. The rebellious emotion that had just risen up in the Bone Fire Dragon disappeared immediately, and the Bone Fire Dragon obediently crawled down, carefully feeling the nourishment of the spiritual vein under its body.
The collapse of the soul imprint was just a small episode. After his mental power was completely integrated into the calamity power, Xu Feng slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of gray-black lightning flashed in his eyes.
Open the personal properties interface.
【Name: Xu Feng】
[Level: Secret Realm Apostle Level 4 30%]
[Profession: Spellcaster (S)) (Unique)]
[Attributes: Strength 85, Agility 84, Constitution 84, Spirit 99 (16)]
[Secondary attributes: Will 12, Divine Awareness 9, Faith 10]
[Health: 8200, Robbery Power: 1000, Taiyin Power: 1000]
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The mental power has disappeared, replaced by the calamity power. Although the calamity power value is only one thousand, its quality far exceeds that of thousands of points of mental power.
"Hey, why is Senior Brother at the door with so many people?"
After the fusion, Xu Feng immediately felt the presence of Guo Ji and others through the formation.
Outside the cave, the originally thick calamity clouds suddenly dissipated. Guo Ji knew that Xu Feng's retreat was over and he should be coming out soon.
Sure enough, the formation was activated and Xu Feng soon appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"Big Brother!" Xu Feng saluted to Guo Ji.
"Hahaha, Junior Brother Xu, congratulations on your small success in the "Wanjie Moshen Gong". From now on, your path to becoming an immortal will be smooth!" Guo Ji bowed and smiled, his eyes full of envy.
The most difficult part of "Ten Thousand Tribulations Body Grinding Skill" is to build the foundation of the body, and the next is to cultivate the power of one tribulation! It is the most difficult to go from zero to one. Once you have completed the process from nothing to something, there will be traces to follow, the power of one tribulation, the power of two tribulations, the power of three tribulations, the power of four tribulations...
"Congratulations to the Holy Son for achieving minor success in the 'Ten Thousand Tribulations Body Grinding Technique'. From now on, your path to becoming an immortal will be smooth!" The disciples behind Guo Ji congratulated in unison.
"Thank you, fellow brothers and sisters!" Xu Feng returned the greeting.
As the holy son of the sect, theoretically his seniority is above all the disciples of the sect, and it can be said that he is second only to one person and above ten thousand people. The reason why Xu Feng still calls Guo Ji "senior brother" is, on the one hand, that he is grateful for Guo Ji's care and help for him, and on the other hand, before Xu Feng came, Guo Ji had been taking care of all the disciples of the sect as the senior brother for decades.
The knife sharpener had almost never stayed in the sect for too long. It was always Guo Ji who was in charge of all the affairs of the sect. The disciples of the knife sharpener lineage were all grateful to Guo Ji. Otherwise, Guo Ji would have been at the bottom of the Holy Son Competition for several years in a row. In other sects, he would have been scolded to death. But in the knife sharpener lineage, no one came out to criticize him, and there was not even anyone who said something sarcastic or weird behind his back. It can be imagined how high Guo Ji's reputation was in the eyes of the disciples.
"Okay, junior brother, the Holy Son Competition is about to begin, let's go to the main peak quickly. This time you have mastered the Wanjie Gong, and our sharpening knife lineage will finally rise!" Guo Ji said excitedly.
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The main peak of Wanfa Sect, the Battle Hall
The Fighting Hall is an arena for competitions in the Wanfa Sect. Disciples from all sects come here when they need to verify their newly acquired combat skills.
At the same time, there is a ranking in the Fighting Hall, but it is based on the winning rate of participating in fighting competitions. The more battles you participate in and the more times you win, the higher the ranking will be. If you haven't come for a while, your ranking will drop!
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Many sect disciples who like fighting stay here all day long, experiencing more than ten battles every day, and never get tired of it.
Today is the Holy Son Competition, the Wanfa Sect’s annual grand event, and almost all the sect’s disciples will be present.
Seeing the arrival of the disciples of the Mo Dao lineage, many disciples of the sect showed mocking smiles on their faces.
"The old man of ten thousand years has come. I'm afraid that this time the Modao lineage will become a hidden sect, right?"
"Haha, we have been at the bottom for several years in a row. This year, the sharpening knife lineage will no longer exist!"
"Look everyone, isn't the leader the new Saint Son of the Mo Dao lineage? How come he is only level 4? Is he here to make fun of me?"
"Why don't you let Guo Ji go? After all, Guo Ji is also a seventh-level apostle. Although he can't win, he can at least hold on longer. Don't you have any dignity?"
"What face do you need? How can the Modao lineage have any face at all?"
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"Guo Ji, are you really going to give up the position of Holy Son and let a fourth-level apostle serve as the face of the Modao lineage?" A woman with a good figure stopped Guo Ji and stared at Xu Feng with a look of surprise on her face.
"Lan Caiyi, Xu Feng is the holy son of our Modao lineage. Please be polite when you speak!" Guo Ji said with a gloomy face.
Lan Caiyi is the saint son of the Fengwu lineage of the Wanfa Sect and a good friend of Guo Ji. They usually have a close relationship, but when it comes to the saint son of the sect, Guo Ji naturally won't give Lan Caiyi a good look.
A trace of anger flashed across Lan Caiyi's face. She stared at Xu Feng meaningfully, snorted coldly, and turned and left.
Xu Feng looked at Guo Ji strangely. There was obviously something wrong with Lan Caiyi's attitude towards Guo Ji. The two of them looked a little weird.
"Junior brother, I'll go sign up for you!" Guo Ji couldn't stand Xu Feng's strange look, so he quickly diverted his attention and walked quickly towards the registration place.
The Wanfa Sect has more than 3,000 sects. If only one or a few competitions are held every day, it will take several months to complete. Therefore, some hidden functions of the Fighting Hall that are not usually used will be activated.
The Fighting Hall is actually a top-grade Saint-level prop, and its function is to simulate various terrains and hone combat skills!
Soon, the Holy Son Competition began, and hundreds of light blue teleportation gates appeared on the battlefield. Each gate had a number on it!
This is one of the functions of this top-grade holy weapon of the Douzhan Hall, multiple battlefields! It can simulate hundreds of battlefields with different terrains and landforms at the same time, and fight at the same time. At the same time, it can also display the scenes on the battlefield above each portal for people to watch.
"Junior brother, you are in battlefield number 34, be careful!" Guo Ji raised his head and looked at the large screen at the front of the Fighting Hall. The screen scrolled the battlefield number of each Son of God, as well as the number of wins and losses.
"Senior brother, fellow students, wait for my good news!" Xu Feng showed a confident smile on his face.
Soon, Xu Feng entered the battlefield portal numbered 34. Just after Xu Feng entered, a huge projection screen suddenly lit up above the portal, showing the situation in the battlefield.
"Hey, it's Lan Caiyi?" A strange look suddenly appeared on Guo Ji's face. He and Lan Caiyi had a mutual affection, but neither of them took another step forward. Seeing that Xu Feng's opponent in the first battle was Lan Caiyi, Guo Ji suddenly felt embarrassed.
As a member of the knife sharpening sect, he wanted Xu Feng to win, but was also afraid that Lan Caiyi would be too seriously injured, so he felt very conflicted.
Xu Feng entered the battlefield and found that it was actually a grassland. There were several high-level ferocious beasts in the distance. Everything looked so real that even if he explored it inch by inch with his spiritual sense, he could not find anything unusual.
"Haha, I'm so lucky that I met you in the first game!"
Lan Caiyi's voice came from the air. Xu Feng looked up and saw that Lan Caiyi was like a fairy, flying in the air and floating in the air.
High-level apostles, with their internal energies mixed as one, can already float in the air. They only need to master some skills like "air dance" to be able to fly in the air.
The high-level apostles crushed the low- and mid-level apostles in all aspects. If it were any other ordinary mid-level apostles, they would be at a disadvantage just because they couldn't fly, and they would have no power to fight back! "Xu Feng, you don't even have the qualifications to look me in the eye, how can you fight me?" Lan Caiyi floated in the air, standing with her hands behind her back, her tone full of pride.
Outside the battlefield, all the disciples of the Wanfa Sect who were paying attention to the battlefield where Xu Feng was, except for the Modao sect, burst into laughter.
"A fourth-level apostle dares to come to participate in the Saint Son Competition. What a fool!"
"Humph, you don't even have the qualifications to look at other saints on equal terms, how can you fight?"
"It's a complete crushing defeat. It would be better to let Guo Ji go. At least it won't be so ugly!"
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For a moment, everyone looked at the disciples of the Modao lineage with mocking eyes. In their minds, Xu Feng was completely a clown! On the battlefield, Xu Feng raised his head and looked at Lan Caiyi quietly.
"Are you sure you can't come down?" Xu Feng asked.
"Haha, come up if you have the guts!" Lan Caiyi sneered.
"What's so difficult about this?" Xu Feng chuckled and walked towards the air.
One step, two steps, three steps, ...
There seemed to be an invisible staircase under Xu Feng's feet. Climbing up the stairs, Xu Feng soon reached the same height as Lan Caiyi and floated in the air.
Outside the field, everyone was in an uproar, looking at the battlefield screen in disbelief, and all shut their mouths.
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(End of this chapter)