Qiankun Gourd

"Seven-color fairy talisman!"

Sang Kun thought that he could easily kill Ye Feng with the help of two ninth-grade magic treasures, but he did not expect that Ye Feng actually had a seven-color magic talisman in his hand.

"This kid..."

Sang Kun's face darkened, and his cultivation as a ninth-rank celestial being became apparent, and a powerful black aura rose up into the sky from under his feet.

Then, an ancient black tree appeared behind him.

Whoosh whoosh!

On the ancient tree, black ghost claws shot out and attacked Ye Feng.

"The battle must end as soon as possible!"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng pinched his fingers together, and red lightning flashed nearby, making crackling sounds.

These red lightning bolts shot out and headed straight for the black ghost claws.

Bang bang bang!

The red lightning and the black ghost claws intertwined together, and there was a sound of explosion.

The red lightning is the nemesis of ghosts. Logically, these ghost claws should be shattered with one blow, but these ghost claws were not damaged at all. They directly passed through the red lightning and pounced on Ye Feng.

"how is this possible?"

When Ye Feng saw this scene, his brows frowned slightly.

"Sir, it was the ancient tree. It was the power of the ancient tree that allowed these ghost claws to dissolve the attack of Lei Mang."

"Use Samadhi True Fire to kill the ancient tree first."

Hu Ling'er reminded.

"I see."

Ye Feng immediately understood something.

"Haha, Ye Feng, you are dead today!"

Sang Kun sneered and kept making hand gestures. The number of ghost claws increased several times again and pounced towards Ye Feng.

"This is the Ghost Tree Immortal Technique of the Linxian Sect. It is surprisingly powerful."

"Ye Feng should be practicing the Divine Thunder Art, which is the nemesis of ghosts. Unfortunately, this ghost tree is not a real ghost, but a wood-attributed spiritual creature that specializes in countering thunder-attributed magic."

Someone commented.

"My disciple, don't lose your life because of a duel. That would be more trouble than gain."

Fairy Nishang stared at the arena intently. Although Ye Feng's victory would bring great benefits to the sect, she did not want Ye Feng to lose his life because of it.

"Junior Brother Ye, be careful!"

Hongzhu, Nantian and Qinbei could only worry.

"Ye Feng! Humph, he was a disciple of the Duxian Sect before, specializing in thunder attribute immortal arts and water attribute immortal arts."

"These magics are no match for my sect's Ghost Tree Magic. Unless you know fire magic, you will definitely die."

Cao Ting'er, the third elder of Linxian Sect, already had an in-depth understanding of Ye Feng through previous competitions and investigations on Ye Feng.

Unfortunately, they didn’t know that Ye Feng also had another magical power called “Samadhi True Fire”.

"Suffer to death!"

"To tell you the truth, lightning and water magic can't do anything to me."

Sang Kun laughed triumphantly.

"Yeah!"

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth rose slightly, and his spiritual thoughts moved slightly. Countless huge fireballs appeared behind him, and these fireballs flew towards the attacking ghost claws.

A red lightning flashed on Ye Feng's body, and he disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared above the ancient tree. He opened his mouth wide, and a flame shot out, heading straight for the ghost tree.

The flame instantly turned into a huge firebird and pounced on the ghost tree in a moment.

"what?"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

"This Ye Feng is truly a genius in cultivation. He actually knows three powerful magics: water, thunder, and fire."

"What a strong flame."

"That fire bird should be the Samadhi True Fire."

"He actually cultivated the Samadhi True Fire, how is it possible!"

Everyone was talking about it.

"Ah? How is it possible? This kid can even use Samadhi True Fire. This time, Senior Brother is in great danger!"

Cao Ting'er, the third elder of Linxian Sect, looked extremely unhappy and stood up excitedly.

"Ye Feng also knows Samadhi True Fire, how come this guy is not a disciple of our Tiangang Sect!"

Heng Guoyuan, the third elder of Tiangang Sect, thought enviously.

Fang Ziping, the third elder of Yuxian Sect, was as steady as a rock. The victory or defeat of this competition was meaningless to their sect, because their sect was certain to become one of the three major sects.

The ghost claws were engulfed by the fireball and turned into nothing.

The ghost tree was instantly engulfed by flames and let out a miserable and strange cry.

"How is it possible, how is it possible!"

"This kid actually knows fire-attributed magic, and he also knows Samadhi True Fire."

Sang Kun’s face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Friend Ye, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Seeing that he was no match for Ye Feng, Sang Kun shouted hurriedly.

"Sang Kun! Today is the day you die. Do you still remember Senior Song Wenlin?"

Ye Feng transmitted the message.

"What? Are you Junior Brother Song's disciple?"

Sang Kun was shocked when he heard Song Wenlin's name.

"Senior Song was persecuted to death by you, and today I will avenge him."

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he swallowed the flames of the ghost tree and instantly transformed into a firebird, pouncing towards Sang Kun.

Sang Kun used several magic treasures to resist and wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but was stopped by Ye Feng.

Those magical treasures only resisted for a moment before shattering into pieces.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, please let me go!"

"Back then, I was deceived by my junior sister Cao Ting'er, so I did this vicious thing. The culprit is not me, but my junior sister!"

When disaster struck, in order to save his life, Sang Kun no longer cared about his beautiful junior sister.

"I didn't expect it to be like this!"

"The one who killed Senior Song was actually his beloved junior sister."

"Women have the most vicious hearts!"

Ye Feng muttered to himself.

Then he stabbed Sang Kun's chest with the top-grade flying sword. Sang Kun made a hand gesture and tried to avoid the attack, but was bitten by the firebird and was instantly engulfed in flames.

Sangkun continued to struggle in the flames, uttering miserable cries, and was soon burned to ashes.

Ye Feng smiled lightly, collected the treasures and magic, and flew out of the magic circle.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother! Congratulations, Junior Brother!"

Hongzhu, Nantian and Qinbei stepped forward to congratulate.

"Junior brother, you are so brave!"

"I must marry all three sisters in my family to you."

Qin Bei said repeatedly.

"Junior Brother Qin, could you please stop bringing up your sisters? You have married your sisters to so many people."

Hong Zhu said bluntly.

"Haha!" Nantian just smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry to have made Master and my fellow brothers and sisters worried!"

Ye Feng happily bowed to everyone one by one.

"Well, good disciple, you performed well today!"

Fairy Nishang praised.

Her mood was like a roller coaster, up and down. Now that Ye Feng had won, her mood calmed down.

"What a great Ye Feng! What a great Wenxian Sect! We will definitely avenge this!"

Cao Ting'er, the third elder of Linxian Sect, had an extremely ugly expression on her face.

"Fairy Cao, we can't keep Ye Feng here. We must get rid of him, otherwise he will eventually become a disaster for our major sects."

Heng Guoyuan, the third elder of Tiangang Sect, suddenly transmitted a message.

"Elder Heng is right, but now is not the time to talk about this. We can discuss it later."

Cao Ting'er, the third elder of Linxian Sect, calmed down and said.

"Okay, that's what I've been waiting for you to say!"

Heng Guoyuan said lightly.

In the sky, there was a flash of light, and the white-haired old man appeared again.

"This competition is over!"

"Wenxian Sect, Yuxian Sect, and Piaoxian Sect have become the new three major sects!"

"Ye Feng from the Wenxian Sect won first place in the competition and was given the opportunity to practice at Taixing Xianshan and a 'Human Emperor Golden Pill'."

After the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a scroll and a bronze wooden box flew out and landed in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took the wooden box and thanked him: "Thank you, senior!"

"Well, this conference is over, everyone please go back!"

After the old man finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared in mid-air.