Ultimate move
"If you win, I'll be your woman!"
These words …
Long Fei's heart was moved.
He really wanted to know what the exclamation mark above Yi Yourong's head was. With his understanding of the game, Yi Yourong definitely had a mission to trigger.
But he couldn't trigger it.
Furthermore, it was very likely that she was one of the seven beauties in the Seven Beauties Painting. If that was the case, then he might be able to trigger it after having sex!
Of course.
Long Fei's memories of the hundred thousand planes had not awakened yet, so he still thought that he was a virgin.
He had already seen Yi Yourong's body. If such a beauty was his woman, forget about three days and three nights, even if it was seven days and seven nights, he wouldn't get out of bed.
Long Fei suppressed the joy in his heart and said: "You said it yourself."
Yi Yourong said: "I said it, so you will go all out, right?"
Long Fei smiled slightly, and said: "For my wife, I have to go all out."
Even if Yi Yourong didn't look for him, he would still go all out.
The system's mission to act tough was naturally completed. This was a mysterious reward, how could he not complete it?
And now.
Killing two birds with one stone.
To be able to obtain both the mysterious reward and the number one beauty, Yi Yourong.
Long Fei's battle prowess instantly increased!
Guan Zhen and the others still wanted to persuade him, but they knew very well that there was no room for discussion once Yi Yourong had decided on something, so they could only shake their heads and sigh.
"Sigh, Young Sect Leader, why are you doing this?"
"You're playing too big."
"I don't deny that this kid is very strong, but no matter how strong he is, he can't possibly be a match for a thousand people."
"That's right!"
"This time, it's going to be fun."
… ….
The three elders shook their heads.
With his strength, how strong could a second grade Blood Refinement Realm cultivator be?
Fighting against a thousand people alone?
That was simply impossible!
At this time.
Yin Changfeng said loudly: "As the Great Elder of the Pill Pavilion, I will also provide some rewards for this examination. If you can win against him, I will give each of you a second grade elixir."
"Whoever takes him off the stage will be rewarded with a third grade elixir!"
As soon as he finished.
All the disciples present were in an uproar again.
"A second-grade elixir, wow … This, this, happiness has come too suddenly."
"As long as I'm able to knock that kid off the stage, I'll be able to obtain a Grade Three Spirit Herb. Hahaha … I've struck it rich this time."
"The Great Elder is indeed the Great Elder. His moves are extraordinary."
"This kid is dead for sure!"
"Hahaha …"
Everyone was excited. A second-grade spirit herb was too precious to them.
Moreover.
Yin Zhangfeng was indeed generous. He took out more than a thousand elixirs in one go, and they were all grade two elixirs.
Yue Wanshan's expression changed slightly, "Elder Yin, what is the meaning of this?"
Yin Zhangfeng stroked his beard and smiled faintly. "Nothing much, just to liven up the atmosphere, hahaha …"
This is not a lively atmosphere.
This was to make them use their strongest battle strength to ruthlessly crush Xiang Longfei.
They were determined to make Long Fei lose, and pull Yi Yourong down from her position as the Young Sect Master.
Yin Zhangfeng's reward caused the morale of these new disciples to soar, and their fighting spirit also soared.
With such a large sum of money, these people seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.
"This is bad!"
"This time, Ah Long is in big trouble."
"Big Sis, what should we do?"
"Should we attack together?"
All of a sudden.
Xiao Die said slightly: "We will also sneak into the crowd. If Ah Long can't hold on, we must protect his life."
"Understood!"
… ….
Zhao Tianyi laughed complacently in his heart, his voice sank, and he shouted heavily: "What are you waiting for? "Attack!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill that brat!"
"Brat, die!"
All of a sudden.
People swarmed forward like a tide.
One by one, they leaped up high, long swords, broadswords, steel spears, and all sorts of martial skills were used to greet Long Fei, and all of them were using all their strength.
"Huff …"
In that instant.
Long Fei let out a light breath, his state of mind was as calm as water, without the slightest ripple. He swept his gaze across the disciples that were pouncing on him from all directions. They were very powerful.
Over a hundred people attacked at the same time.
All the moves were aimed at all the blind spots of his body.
It could be said.
He had no way out.
However …
The word 'retreat' did not exist in Long Fei's dictionary. "In the world of martial arts, only speed is unbreakable!"
"A month of cultivation!"
"It's time to let others see how powerful you are."
"A sword skill that makes this world tremble!"
"Come!"
"Ghostblade … Phantom Sword Dance!"
Suddenly.
Long Fei's eyes suddenly turned sinister, and a bright light flashed out. His figure moved, his sword was like the wind, like an illusion, like lightning, and attacked …
"Bam!"
"Bam!"
"Bam, bam, bam, bam …"
In half a breath's time, more than thirty disciples were directly repelled by Long Fei's sword. He did not hit any vital points, but it was enough to make them unable to get up.
"Such a fast sword!"
"What an astonishing sword intent!"
"Too fast!"
"In that instant just now, there were at least thirty strikes, this kid …"
A few elders couldn't help but get excited.
Yi Yourong's expression was also slightly shocked, and she muttered: "His cultivation did not improve at all, but this sword technique …"
Looking at Long Fei who was on the stage, he couldn't help but ask: "Did he really practice this low-level sword technique for a month?"
The Black Scaled Condor nodded, and said: "The sword is indeed very ordinary, this kind of sword technique should be an unranked sword technique, but he practiced it for an entire month, other than eating and sleeping, he practiced it all the time. I feel very bored, I really don't know how he persevered."
Draw the sword, sheathe the sword.
Draw the sword, sheathe the sword.
Every day, he would repeat it tens of thousands of times, and every time, he would be incomparably serious and focused. In a month, he would practice millions of times. This required a person with great perseverance to persevere.
Not to mention the people who practiced it, even the people who watched it would go crazy.
Of course.
No one knew how strong this sword technique was.
The people of this world didn't know what a DNF was, didn't know what a Ghostblade was, and didn't know what a Phantom Sword Dance was.
Yi Yourong's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Long Fei, "Not simple huh?"
The Black Scaled Condor said: "Master, do you think this sword technique is not simple?"
Yi Yourong didn't say anything, but quietly looked at Long Fei. In her heart, she felt that Long Fei was very interesting.
"Swish!"
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Another instant attack.
Dozens of people flew out and fell heavily off the stage. Although their lives weren't in danger, they couldn't recover for a long time. They had no combat strength.
"Go!"
"All of you, attack!"
"Attack together, don't give him a chance to breathe!"
Zhao Yitian roared loudly.
These new disciples also crazily rushed forward wave after wave.
On the stage.
Long Fei's entire body was covered in sweat, and there were several bloodstains on his body. Although his sword was very fast, his sword move didn't have any defense, so he couldn't attack his whole body.
His gaze swept across.
Long Fei thought to himself, "If this goes on, I'm afraid I'll be exhausted to death!"
"Huff, huff, huff …"
Long Fei panted heavily.
This was just the beginning. These disciples were all in the Refinement Realm, and the ones behind were all in the Blood Refining Realm. The elite warriors of the Zhou Clan.
The guards beside Zhao Yitian.
And Zhao Yitian himself. These people hadn't made a move yet.
"I have to maintain my strength!"
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