[One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty-One] The True Disciple Contest Begins

Of course, the body of the white-robed old man can also wait for another hundred thousand years, but the body of the white-robed old man can't wait, or is unwilling to wait.

True God can be regarded as eternal life to a certain extent, at least it can live for a long time, the old man in white robe can't wait, it is not Shouyuan.

The Forgotten Continent has no spirit, but it is the spirit that the True God absorbs. It is like people need to breathe fresh air. If there is no fresh air, the human body must be extremely uncomfortable. The true gods stay in the Forgotten Continent. This is the situation.

And there is no spirit supplement, the true god powerhouse dare not move at will, just consume the spirit, it may take thousands of years to recover.

Therefore, for 100,000 years, the true god powerhouse can't move a few times, so how can the powerhouses endure this? And the Forgotten Continent is too small for the true god, and a true god can span five continents with a single thought.

It's like an emperor who has become accustomed to a spacious palace, but is suddenly tied up and locked in a small place, and it lasts for tens of thousands of years, how can he bear it.

For the True God, the Forgotten Continent is like a prison. The white-robed old man has endured for more than 100,000 years and can no longer bear it.

Every time he entered the Heaven-reaching God Realm, the major ancient clans would at least leave behind a true god, and what was left behind 100,000 years ago was the body of the white-robed old man.

This time, no matter what, the body of the white-robed old man will not be left.

"As soon as the main body is gone, maybe the old man is not far away from dissipating." The old man in white robe said so in his heart, but he had no fear. After living for so many years, the old man in white robe has already lived enough.

The demigod is only called this because it is the mind clone of the true god. Although its strength is stronger than that of the sanctuary, the lifespan is not necessarily much higher than that of the sanctuary. It can only be maintained because of the constant replenishment of energy by the true god.

Once the connection with the true god is lost, the life essence of the demigod is the same as the Great Perfection of the Sanctuary.

This loss of contact does not necessarily mean that the true god has fallen. If the two sides have been separated by a plane, it can be regarded as a loss of contact. Therefore, although no true god has been able to return so far, it still makes the people of the ancients have weak expectations. , maybe the true gods in their clan have already gone to the continent of the gods.

Of course, if there is a god stone, the demigod can still last for a long time, but unfortunately, there is no god stone in the Forgotten Continent.

The white-robed old man waved his sleeves, and a light curtain appeared in front of him. The light curtain displayed the situation of the ancient race.

The interest in Han Feng and Meng Yaqing made the white-robed old man want to see how far the two of them can go in the next competition.

How powerful is the primordial spirit of the white-robed old man, he has already seen that the Great Sanctuary Jiuzhongtian does not have Meng Yaqing's true cultivation.

Geniuses all need to grow, and the ancient race at the peak level of the sanctuary is also a good experience for the two of them. Only when they fight against the strong can they know their own shortcomings more clearly, and then improve their cultivation.

The white-robed old man knew very well that if he appeared to protect the two of them, then in the peak Sanctuary competition, the opponents of the two would definitely be tied, which would not serve the purpose of training the two of them.

"After the competition, let these two people come to see me." After sending a letter to Clan Chief Zhan, the white-robed old man focused on watching the competition in the light curtain, ignoring the depression of Clan Chief Zhan because of this sentence.

"Qi'er, you have to fight. If you lose, depending on the attitude of the ancestor, this woman is probably out of luck with you." Patriarch Zhan secretly said in his heart.

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The real disciples of the peak of the Sanctuary gathered in the competition venue. Seeing that the most anticipated real disciple competition of the ancient race was about to start, everyone suppressed the shock brought by Han Feng before and turned to focus on the last competition.

But at this moment, the patriarch Zhan said: "Outside boy, are you willing to participate in the competition at the peak level of the Sanctuary?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Patriarch Xuan interjected: "Patriarch Zhan, it seems that no outsider warriors participated in the True Disciple Competition in the past."

The patriarch Zhan smiled: "In the past, it was because outsiders never had the peak of the sanctuary within a thousand years. Now the situation is naturally different."

Isn't Han Feng's purpose here to step on the true disciples of the major ancient clans, where would he refuse.

Among the true disciples, the disciple who had long disliked Han Feng was grinding his fists and preparing to teach Han Feng a lesson.

Especially Yan Hao Qi and Zhan Fu Shen sneered.

Meng Yaqing also raised her feet and walked towards the playing field.

"The 'Princess' went too? That's the true disciple of the peak of the Sanctuary, could it be..."

"No, it's too..."

"What's wrong, an outsider warrior has reached the sixth level of the peak of the sanctuary, is it possible that our 'princess' is worse than him?"

With each step, Meng Yaqing's aura grew stronger. When she walked into the arena with Han Feng, Meng Yaqing's cultivation had soared to the limit of the first level of the Sanctuary Peak!

The crowd was in an uproar.

Han Feng smiled sideways: "It really surprised me."

"It's just the first layer of the peak of the Sanctuary. I didn't hide anything this time. It's far from your sixth layer." Meng Yaqing said with a smile.

The two of them bowed their heads slightly, and the other raised their heads slightly, revealing their jade necks like condensed fat. They were all talking with a smile. At that scene, Yan Haoqi's fists tightened, and he wanted to go up and separate the two.

It's so annoying.

"Release the token now." The red-robed old man flicked his sleeves, and golden rays of light burst out.

The golden light fell in Han Feng's hands, forming a golden sign with his number written on it.

"Now, the True Disciple Contest begins." The red-robed old man shouted loudly, announcing the official start of the True Disciple Contest.

"Sixth Heaven at the peak of the Sanctuary, I don't know how far Han Feng can go?" Yan Ming exclaimed.

Yan Jie gritted her teeth, she never expected that Han Feng's cultivation would soar to such a level, and he snorted coldly: "It's just the sixth level of the peak of the Sanctuary, the cultivation is growing so fast, it must be the weakest at the same level. , my Yan clan is enough to defeat any of the three or four peaks of the sanctuary."

Ancestor Ziyun sighed: "This kid... I really underestimated him that day, and brother Yan Gan's eyes are sharp, I'm far inferior."

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In the first knockout round, Meng Yaqing played ahead of Han Feng. Meng Yaqing's opponent was an ancient disciple of the same level at the peak of the sanctuary. Compared to Meng Yaqing's fusion of the five fires, it was still far behind, but after resisting for a moment, she was defeated by Meng Yaqing.

Han Feng's face was strange: "The fusion of five fires is so powerful, if the fusion of ten fires is not earth-shattering?"

After Meng Yaqing, it wasn't long before Xuan Qingtian came to power. Xuan Qingtian's opponent was only in the early stages of the peak of the Sanctuary.

"Hehe." Xuan Qingtian smiled strangely at Han Feng and walked off the stage.

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