Next, according to the elder's arrangement, the twenty-eight people lined up to draw lots in turn. Shi Yifeng was ranked 28th because he was wandering ten miles away. Shi Yifeng also discovered that the interesting little fat man was standing in front of him.

The little fat man obviously also discovered Shi Yifeng standing behind him. The two were very familiar with each other. After all, in the Golden Pill stage game, there were two bye times, and they were drawn by these two at one time. Not to mention that the little fat man obviously developed some unfriendly emotions towards Shi Yifeng because of hatred, but because of his resentment. However, these emotions gradually disappeared with the subsequent games.

Shi Yifeng looked at the lottery number in his hand with a casual expression, and then slowly put the lottery he drew into the cuff. The number he drew this time was No. 3, which means it was the first batch of competition. But he didn't know who the opponent was. Regardless of who the opponent was, he walked straight to the No. 2 battle platform he belonged to, and waited for the opponent.

After a while, the opponent who won the No. 4 also came to the stage. This person looked unfamiliar, and Shi Yifeng had never seen this person before. Perhaps Shi Yifeng had not noticed this person during this period, and in addition, after the competition, Shi Yifeng usually quickly left the venue, so it was expected that he had never seen this person before.

"Qin Feng, a Tu tribe, comes to fight!" When this person spoke, his tone was slightly solemn, obviously not that kind of very casual cultivator. According to Shi Yifeng's observation, this monk named Qin Feng was basically the same as Dugu Zhuiyun, and he didn't say much, but Dugu Zhuiyun was arrogance in his bones. However, this person was cold in his bones, a kind of indifference to external things.

This person's murderous aura is very obvious, and he is obviously not a good person. His iconic hooked nose and cruel look from time to time show. It directly shows that this person is probably a person with a cold nature. Apart from himself, this kind of person will not care about the life and death of others. He usually sacrifices his relatives and friends for himself.

In fact, Shi Yifeng observed a little less. Qin Feng was originally an abandoned baby abandoned in the valley. If it were not accidental, he would probably be eaten by the beasts in the valley as food. But simply, the leader of the Tu tribe was found by accident when he went out and adopted him, and he passed on all the magic techniques that were passed down from the clan.

"Ask the Taoist Sect Shi Yifeng!" This battle is probably not that simple. In his spare time, Shi Yifeng also read the ancient books left by Tenghua several times. Naturally, he knew the origin of the Tu clan. This Tu clan was originally an important branch of the witch clan in the southern border, but because of the civil strife of the witch clan, he had to move all to the eastern region. The clan believed in the witch gods, and witchcraft was even more mysterious.

"Start!" The elders who supervised the competition naturally would not give the two too much time. After Shi Yifeng finished speaking these words, he quickly announced that the battle had officially begun, and then quickly walked off the battle table, sat in his own seat, and continued to observe the upcoming battle competition.

"Shi Yifeng! Qin had heard of your reputation a few days ago, and I'm afraid that it will stop here today." Qin Feng kept staring at Shi Yifeng in front of him. His lips kept moving, obviously he was chanting some spell.

Although Shi Yifeng didn't know what kind of attack method Qin Feng practiced, he also had great confidence in himself. His eyes were also staring at Qin Feng not far away in front of him, and secretly circulated his spiritual power. For a moment, the spiritual power was extremely abundant among the eight extraordinary meridians. The external image of the spiritual power was emitting waves of clear light from inside his body. If this scene was seen by the secular people, it would be another storm, thinking that the gods came down to earth.

At this time, Qin Feng on the opposite side was also full of strange phenomena. Witchcraft focused on spells. Basically, all conventional techniques were released through spells. The so-called tricks and seals were needed only in some profound and unfathomable techniques. However, even ordinary witchcraft was enough to compete with those of the same realm of Taoism. Qin Feng's entire face became very different from ordinary people, and auras that did not belong to the category of spiritual energy in the world filled the whole body.

Suddenly, a huge wave rushed towards Shi Yifeng at lightning speed in the direction of Shi Yifeng. This air wave seemed to be very different from ordinary spells in essence. The dark red air wave contained a stream of evil aura, which made people feel very strange and awkward in their hearts.

"It's true that the witchcraft practiced by the Tu tribe uses the evil energy between heaven and earth as its own use, which is fundamentally different from the mainstream practice techniques." Shi Yifeng saw that the opponent's attack had been released and was quickly approaching him, and naturally felt that the opponent's attack contained a huge evil energy.

All of this seemed to be a long story, but it was actually a matter of a moment. Shi Yifeng did not dare to underestimate the opponent's attack. The defensive space in the illusion of grass and trees appeared quickly, surrounding him. He was constantly chanting spells, as if he was afraid that his defense would not be the same, and suddenly another defense cover appeared in the defense cover.

The "sizzling" sound began to sound as the dark red attack spell hit the rain shield. The attacks formed by two different spiritual powers did not disappear immediately when they collided, but formed a stalemate. After all, Qin Feng's late-stage Jindan cultivation was more advantageous. Gradually, the outermost defense cover on Shi Yifeng's body was penetrated by this dark red spell. This attack seemed to be exhausted, and when it collided with the second layer of defense, it finally dissipated.

The entire first wave of attack lasted for half a stick of incense. Qin Feng on the opposite side obviously did not expect that his later-stage cultivation of the Golden Pill could not defeat his opponent. Although he seemed to have the upper hand in this attack, he was still very dissatisfied. According to his previous experience against the enemy, even opponents of the same level would suffer losses or even be injured without knowing the details.

Shi Yifeng obviously did not expect that the defense cover transformed by his spiritual power would be cracked by the opponent's first attack. He knew that if he was just defending like before, he would definitely lose in a few more rounds. He took advantage of the opponent's moment of being stunned and pinched his hands, and suddenly, beams of light transformed by spiritual power shot towards the opponent quickly. He also followed the beams of light at an extremely fast speed and flew towards the opponent.

The opponent obviously didn't expect Shi Yifeng to launch such an attack, but he didn't have time to think about it anymore, because Shi Yifeng's attack had arrived in front of him in an instant. The sound of "papapapapapapapapa" was endless, and all the beams hit the opponent's defense, which immediately broke the opponent's defense.

Although it did not cause damage to the opponent, Shi Yifeng wanted this effect. In terms of cultivation, he could not compare with the opponent in front of him, but what he was best at was melee combat. Once the opponent's defense was destroyed, even if it was destroyed a little, his melee attack would gain unexpected effects.

"Papapapapapapa" sounded endlessly, and as Shi Yifeng's hands fell on his opponent, the opponent obviously did not expect that a monk would attack in this way. Except for the one in front of him, there were few people who could see close combat. A wave of bitter thoughts kept filling his mind.

"I admit defeat!" After being hit by hundreds of times, this monk who practiced witchcraft could not resist Shi Yifeng's attack after all, and did not want to be hit like a sandbag by his opponent like a sandbag. He now refused to worry about whether he could not bear the face or not, and decisively admitted defeat.

After hearing the opponent's voice of surrender, Shi Yifeng immediately stopped. A clear light flashed, and then he saw a figure standing calmly on the other side of the battle platform.

"I'm giving in, fellow Daoist Qin..." When Qin Feng heard this, he wanted to find a crack in the ground. If it weren't for his carelessness, he would definitely be himself who won. He was even more embarrassed to stay on the stage and ran away like a flash.
Chapter completed!