Chapter 164: Floating Hills Hall

After Zhao Feng was defeated, he won four consecutive games, and the dust settled.

Although many people have some doubts about his defeat, since Zhao Feng himself has conceded defeat, the others have nothing to do.

The Floating Mountain Competition, after four rounds, gradually came to an end.

Bei Mo and Ran Xiaoyuan, who had won four consecutive victories, were directly qualified for the trial and did not need to participate in the competition.

The remaining disciples will determine the few remaining places through the final ranking of the competition.

The quota for this trial, the three true disciples, the quota is determined by default.

Secondly, Bei Mo and Ran Xiaoyuan, through four consecutive victories, occupied two places.

In other words, the remaining people, only five places.

"Junior Brother Zhao, you didn't do your best just now, and you missed an opportunity. If you don't pay attention, you may miss this trial."

As his senior brother, Yang Gan had to remind him aloud.

"Brother, don't worry."

Zhao Feng nodded.

In the next three rounds, Zhao Feng must ensure that he does not lose any of them, so that he can get 100% of the places.

The matter is also under Zhao Feng's control.

Except for Bei Mo and Ran Xiaoyuan, no one else could compete with him at all.

In the fifth round, Zhao Feng won with one move, and his opponent was the peak of the three-level escape from the ordinary.

At this moment, the powerful strength he showed was shocking.

In the sixth round, Zhao Feng's opponent turned out to be Lin Fan.

"I surrender."

Lin Fan didn't want to waste his stamina on Zhao Feng and directly admit defeat.

Seventh round.

The opponent is Liu Yue'er, who is threatening, second only to Bei Mo and Ran Xiaoyuan.

Everyone thought that there would be a wonderful battle.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Feng attacked with thunder, and within a few moves, defeated Liu Yue'er.

To put it mildly, Zhao Feng won six victories, ranking first among the remaining disciples.

"This Zhao Feng's strength is not inferior to that of Bei Mo and Junior Sister Ran. In the battle just now, he really gave up..."

Senior Sister Yuan's eyes flickered, staring at Ran Xiaoyuan.

"I...I don't know..."

Junior Sister Ran's face was flushed, and she shook her head shyly and uneasy, water mist appeared in her eyes, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"This matter has nothing to do with Xiaoyuan. Zhao Feng conceded defeat and avoided a tragic battle."

Sect Master Xiaoyue spoke up at the right time.

At this time, the game is about to come to an end.

The quota for the floating mountain trial has been determined.

In this competition, only the top seven will have the opportunity to participate in the Floating Mountain Trial.

The seven disciples are: Bei Mo, Ran Xiaoyuan, Zhao Feng, Liu Yueer, Kong Yuanhao, Lin Fan, and Chen Yue.

Except for the last third-level peak disciple named "Chen Yue", Zhao Feng is familiar with the rest.

Three true disciples and seven inner disciples, a total of ten people, will participate in the Fuluan trial ten days later.

"Yang Gan, Quan Chen, Lu Hu, Bei Mo, Ran Xiaoyuan, Zhao Feng... Ten of you will get the chance to 'Float Mountain Trial' once every five years."

A loud and powerful voice echoed in the central hall square.

The Floating Mountain Competition has come to an end.

The competition is only a determined place, and the real opportunity is the "Floating Mountain Trial".

"Ten days later, ten of you, gather here."

Xiaoyue Sect Master Qingyue's soft voice reverberated in the audience.

As soon as the voice fell, the powerful breath of the five real spiritual realms broke through the air.

...

The crowd gradually alienated, and many losers looked down.

"I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to participate in the 'Floating Mountain Trial'."

Lin Fan had an illusion that was like a dream.

Although he was the first person in the outer sect in the past, he had only entered the inner sect for a short time, and he never expected to participate in the "Floating Mountain Trial" before.

However, the young-haired boy beside him changed his fate consciously or unintentionally.

Through the Xingjiazhuang mission, Lin Fan got an opportunity, and with this springboard, he could break through the second level of extraordinary so quickly.

Immediately afterwards, the mortal-level and upper-level exercises that Zhao Feng gave him allowed him to make up the gap between the exercises and those of the elders and disciples of the sect.

Coupled with Lin Fan's own strength and hard work, he seized this opportunity in one fell swoop.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, did not say anything of gratitude, and silently remembered this kindness.

Zhao Feng and Lin Fan returned to their residence all the way.

In the distance, there are two people walking side by side, Xiao Yun and Princess Yunxiangmeng.

There was unwillingness in Xiao Yun's eyes, and his heart was extremely unbalanced.

He forgot that he did not intend to qualify for the trial. But watching the familiar Zhao Feng and the two of them both obtained the qualifications for the trial, they couldn't calm down.

Yun Xiangmeng sighed faintly, regretting in her heart, but she knew it was too late.

If she had always maintained a relationship with Zhao Feng, she might be the current Lin Fan.

After returning home.

Zhao Feng and Lin Fan did not listen to foreign objects and prepared for the Fuluan Trial with all their hearts.

fifth day.

The first elder called Yang Gan and Zhao Feng together.

Zhao Feng understood that when the first elder was looking for him, it must be related to the "Trial of Floating Mountains".

Xiaoyuezong's Floating Mountain Trial, once every five years, has gone through many sessions.

Not only Master Yunhai, but even the Great Elder participated a hundred years ago.

The lifespan of an expert in the True Spirit Realm is more than three hundred years, which is considered a long time.

The first elder is one or two hundred years old, and he must have some understanding of the "Trial of Floating Mountains".

"The specific content of previous 'Fu Luan Trial' is different. But one thing remains the same, the longer you stay in the 'Trial', the higher your grades will be recognized by the 'Floating Mountain Temple'. The longer you survive in the trial, the greater the opportunities you will get..."

The elder said briefly.

After listening to Zhao Feng, he suddenly thought about it: "Can it be understood as 'survival time'? The longer you persist in the trial, the higher the final result?"

"That's right! It's the survival time. The longer who stays in the trial, the one who will be the biggest winner."

The elder showed a hint of appreciation.

"Of course, in the middle of the trial, you will also face the 'temptation' of some opportunities. Those opportunities are often accompanied by danger. If you are not careful, you will be kicked out of the game... It is up to you to grasp this degree."

The elder added another sentence.

Regarding the "Trial of the Floating Mountains", the elder did not say too much. Many things depend on strength, followed by comprehension.

Saying goodbye to the Great Elder, Zhao Feng returned to his residence.

He told Lin Fan about the situation.

For the last four or five days, Zhao Feng still concentrated on his cultivation. Since the "Silver Wall Art" reached the eleventh floor, his cultivation improved rapidly.

Before he knew it, his cultivation was approaching the peak of the second-level heaven.

...

In a blink of an eye, the last five days have passed.

This morning, before dawn, ten disciples gathered in front of the central hall.

These ten people are the inner sect elites who participated in the Fuluan Trial.

Zhao Feng glanced at the ten disciples, centered on the three true disciples.

The three true disciples: Yang Gan, Quan Chen, and Lu Hu.

Yang Gan: The true disciple is ranked second, and he is a popular candidate for the chief disciple.

Lu Rover: The true disciple is ranked seventh, and he is good at training the body.

Quan Chen: The true disciple is ranked tenth, and he is a newly promoted true disciple.

The strongest one is undoubtedly Yang Gan.

Many experts in the sect, including the elders, have high hopes for Yang Gan.

Some people even speculate that Yang Gan's performance in the trial may catch up with the strongest "Yunhai Renren" in recent decades.

Secondly, Bei Mo, who was not listed as a true disciple, was also favored by many senior sects.

Standing in the crowd, Lin Fan felt a little uneasy. Almost all of these "opponents" who participated in the trial were stronger than him.

"Junior Brother Zhao, your Senior Brother Yang, will you take care of you during the trial?"

Lin Fan asked in a voice transmission.

"Won't."

Zhao Feng decisively shook his head.

The floating mountain trial is the only opportunity in this life for everyone.

Everyone who enters the trial must give it their all.

Once entering the trial, Yang Gan will strive for the best results, and most likely have no time to pay attention to Zhao Feng.

According to the Great Elder, there are many opportunities and dangers in the trial. A little careless, even if the cultivation level is as high as the seventh heaven, it will not help.

"You're not worried at all?"

Lin Fan couldn't help but admire Zhao Feng's calm expression.

Zhao Feng smiled slightly and did not answer.

Knowing the nature of this "trial", he was not worried at all.

With a mysterious left eye, in actual combat, he has strong control and strong survivability.

"Is it better than survival time?"

Zhao Feng sneered in his heart, and there was a trace of residual heat from his left eye, which seemed to be about to move.

Whoosh whoosh—

The breath of several true spirit powerhouses came from the sky and floated above the central hall.

Everyone looked up.

I saw the Sect Master, the Great Elder, and the other three elders flying over the "Floating Hills Hall".

hum~

Surrounding the Floating Mountain Hall, there are patches of cyan electric light, suspended in the high-altitude rain and fog, giving people an atmosphere of being in the age of mythology.

Zhao Feng was keenly aware that the power of the electric light around the Floating Mountain Hall was so powerful that it seemed to have reached a "saturated" state.

"open!"

The first elder shouted, and a majestic power of true spirit burst out from his palm, and the naked eye saw a long river-like azure light, gushing out and pouring into the Floating Hills Hall.

At the same moment, the sect master and the other three elders took action one after another, and the magnificent real power shook the situation, rolled the mountains and rivers, and merged into the Floating Mountain Hall.

The five masters of true spirits shot together, and the mysterious "Floating Mountain Hall" buzzed and vibrated, and the surrounding electric lights became more and more dense.

at last.

All the electric lights are intertwined at one point, and under the guidance of the five real spiritual realms, they are integrated into the body of the dark blue ancient temple.

Boom!

Everyone only felt the void around the Floating Mountain Hall, faintly shaking.

Zhao Feng secretly moved his left eye to capture a layer of transparent ripples, centered on the Hall of Floating Mountains, blending into the surrounding space.

His left eye, when opened, can penetrate the blindfold and see objects outside, but the ability has to be discounted.

But Zhao Feng could still see that the five masters of true spirits used the ancient formations of the Fuluan Temple to open this mysterious ancient temple.

Otherwise, just relying on the electric light around the ancient temple, you can kill the masters of the true spiritual realm.

for a while.

On the front of Fuluan Hall, a door opened with a "boom", and the interior was so white that even Zhao Feng's left eye could not see through.

"The Floating Mountain Hall is open."

The crowd was excited.

At the entrance of the white gate of Fuluan Temple, there are rows of ancient cyan steps.

The five masters of the real spiritual realm stood on the steps and signaled the people below to come up.

Whoosh! Whoosh! whoosh...

The ten elite disciples, as experts in the mortal realm, urged their true power to cross the sky and leap to the steps of the Floating Mountain Hall.

Standing on the steps, Zhao Feng felt a distant and ancient aura, staring at the entrance of the white hall.