苹果模拟器中文版

The mysterious scrap iron at this time exudes a faint and cold light, light and noble, although it is only the size of a grain of rice, but its momentum is extremely strong. Like an extremely powerful sacred beast, it looked down at Chen Feng proudly.

This kind of majestic momentum, even Gu Ding can't hold it down!

Chen Feng was surprised and delighted. Although he didn't know what this scrap iron was, he looked like an extraordinary product at this time.

He sat cross-legged, holding a middle-grade spirit stone in each hand, and began to absorb the huge aura in it.

There have been a lot of things these days, and I haven't calmed down to practice quietly.

As the spirit stone was crushed by the ancient ding, the spirit energy was transformed into true energy, and then he was reclaimed by Chen Feng for his own use, and his strength was also increasing.

The day and night passed quickly.

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Feng slowly exhaled a suffocating breath.

The divine light in his eyes flickered, the true energy in his body was bulging, and his state reached its peak.

After practicing day and night, his strength grew to 10,000 catties! Twenty tigers!

Of course, the consumption is also huge, consuming a full 20 middle-grade spirit stones, which is equivalent to a thousand lower-grade spirit stones. This speed, spread out, is appalling. His practice day and night consumed decades of resources of a foreign disciple.

His cultivation speed is fifteen times that of the acquired seven-layer powerhouse of the same level!

Of course, half of them were eaten by Gu Ding.

Chen Feng smiled bitterly: "The cultivation speed is indeed very fast, but the consumption of spiritual stones is also very fast. Twenty middle-grade spiritual stones are undoubtedly a huge sum of money, but I have consumed them so quickly."

"But it doesn't matter, I'm Chen Feng with a good skill, and I'm afraid I won't be able to earn the spirit stone?"

Today is the third round of the Grand Tournament of the Foreign Sect. Chen Feng took a bath and changed into a green robe before coming to the Foreign Sect of Qian Yuanzong.

Seeing him coming, all the disciples stepped aside and looked at him in awe.

Chen Feng's reputation spread, and now everyone knows that he is strong and tough.

Chen Feng was also the strongest of the Seventh Layer of the Acquired, and was already the existence they wanted to look up to.

"The third round, the 33rd game, Chen Feng vs. Su Shaoyou! Start!"

The referee announced loudly.

After two rounds of battles, there were only 80 of the 320 people left at the time. Today there are only 40 battles. So many people gather around each ring.

Around Chen Feng's 33rd ring, thousands of people gathered, more than ten times as many as others!

Everyone paid close attention to Chen Feng, and wanted to see how far he could go when he rose up like a comet and broke into the old waste of the Great Competition with an unrivaled dark horse posture.

In the stands, there were also a few more people dressed as elders of the Foreign Sect.

Chen Feng's outstanding performance also attracted the attention of the upper sect.

"Junior Brother Han, our little nephew is really good." An elder smiled at Han Cong.

He looked at Chen Feng's eyes, very gentle, with great expectations inside.

Han Cong smiled slightly, with emotion in his eyes: "I hope he can fly into the sky like his master back then!"

"It's a pity! I think he will probably be like his master. Before he could fly up, he was hacked to death with a single knife!"

At this time, a withered middle-aged man in his forties walked over from the side and said with a sneer.

Han Cong glanced at him and sneered: "It turned out to be you! You were also a genius at the beginning, and you could not breathe under the pressure of Brother Yan. Wandering in the Divine Gate Realm One Heavy!"

The person who came was Zhao Ruoxi, who was also one of the geniuses of Qian Yuanzong.

But since Yan Qingyu entered Qian Yuanzong, his limelight has been overwhelmed, and Yan Qingyu has easily overwhelmed him in several battles with Yan Qingyu. He was so narrow-minded that he was seriously injured by the vomiting blood of anger and suffered a serious illness.

A person who cultivates martial arts pays attention to the understanding of one idea. How can he practice well with such a thing in his heart?

Zhao Ruoxi looked at Chen Feng with a deep-rooted resentment in his eyes, and said with a sneer: "The enmity between Yan Qingyu and I will never stop forever! He is dead and will fall on his disciple."

"I came today just to see how Yan Qingyu's disciple died!"

Han Cong sneered: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you!"

"Su Shaoyou is the grandson of the Supreme Elder Su, I don't believe that he is not Chen Feng's opponent!" Zhao Ruoxi sneered: "Besides, do you think that Elder Su will let his grandson lose?"

Zhao Ruoxi laughed wildly: "This time, Chen Feng will definitely die!"

Han Cong's heart sank.

Opposite Chen Feng stood a young man in his twenties.

The young man is very white, with a baby face and a gentle smile on his face. He arched his hands at Chen Feng and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Chen, brother, I'm just the six-layered cultivation base the day after tomorrow. It's not as good as you. Let's stop there and don't hurt our lives. What do you think?"

After hearing this, Chen Feng still had a good impression of him.