When he discovered this situation, the fat man activated the bricks to shoot continuously, and soon destroyed the two afterimages. Just when he thought the last one was Lu Feng's body and wanted to take it down.

Suddenly, a cold breath came from the side. The fat man was shocked and turned around suddenly. He caught his eyes with Lu Feng's smile that was both weak and glad.

"Go down!" Lu Fengkuanjian turned sideways, slapped the fat man directly on the waist, knocked him to the battle platform, landed directly in the crowd below, and rolled for several times.

The moment he stood up, the fat man felt a choke in his heart. Looking back at the battle stage, Lu Feng sat down tiredly, gasping heavily, and the look at the fat man was a little proud.

"My reward is just a waste!" The fat man roared, grabbing his hair with annoyance. As Lu Feng looked like now, even the first level of Qi transformation could be solved.

He regretted it. He had known it, so he would have used his ultimate move directly. He would have solved Lu Feng with one blow, and he would not have missed the reward!

It’s just a blame for underestimating the enemy. He thought he was sure to win, but he didn’t want to be careless and lose the reward.

"Ah, I hate myself to death!" The fat man squatted alone in the corner with a look of pain on his face, wishing he could strangle himself to death.

"Win the 19th win, will you fight again?" Seeing Lu Feng's situation, the referee knew that he would definitely give up this time, after all, he had no strength anymore.

"Fight!" Lu Feng said in a weak voice.

"Okay, No. 19..." When the referee was about to say that Lu Feng gave up the challenge and announced the candidate for the next battle, he suddenly turned around and asked in disbelief: "Do you say... you still have to fight?"

"Yes, I want to continue challenging!" Lu Feng replied depressedly. Could this referee be so stupid that he was a strong man with a peak Qi transformation. He couldn't even hear clearly, so he had to ask twice.

What he could not have imagined was that his own behavior was too abnormal!

The same reaction as the referee was also the countless audiences in the audience. After watching the battle for many years, they had never seen such a persistent person. This was simply stupid and was no longer a matter of persistence.

At the same time, they also looked forward to it in their hearts, wanting to see whether Lu Feng can create miracles again and win four consecutive victories.

"Okay... In the next game, No. 19 vs. No. 22!" After the referee announced, he felt that his mind was not enough. Everything that happened today was too unreasonable.

Challenger No. 22 is a young man about 27 or 28 years old. He has a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek and a small and bright eyes. You can tell his personality at a glance, snob and villain!

"Hehe, boy, you are very lucky. You have to hold on again. But when you come to me, your good luck will end. Be prepared to die!" The young man stared at Lu Feng with a sharp look and said with a sneer. With that image, he was interpreted to the fullest by a villain.

"I'm afraid you will die in a while!" Lu Feng stood up with his exhausted body, staring at the young man's eyes and said, revealing a touch of killing intention.

"Haha, I don't know how to live or die, I will deal with you with one move!" The young man sneered, his eyes showed disdain, and his murderous intent became stronger.

"Then wait and see!" Lu Feng said confidently, as if he had a trump card, which made the audience suspicious. If he still chose to stay such injuries, he should have some powerful killer moves!

"I won't give you time to turn the tables like that fool just now." The young man said coldly, glanced at the fat man below the stage. He had already decided in his heart that he would use a trick to directly solve the problem without leaving any future troubles.

"Who do you think of you, a stingy person?" Suddenly, a angrily cursed came from the audience. It was Huang Tong, a fat young man who had just gone down.

In about ten minutes, eighty-three spiritual seals were floating in front of Lu Feng. This was not over yet. His hands had not stopped yet, and everything was still continuing.

The reason why I was unable to play the Sanmo Hand before was because of my lack of mental power. Now I am in the God-Collection Tower, my mental power is replenished faster than I consumed, so I don’t have to worry about this situation at all.

Five minutes later, Lu Feng stopped. It was not because of his mental power, but because of his insufficient source energy. At this time, the spiritual seals in front of him had reached 130, which was enough to shoot the lowest level of the magic hand.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Feng shouted in his heart as the soul sea filled his mind again.

However, during his breathing, all the spiritual seals in front of him instantly disintegrated, turning into ordinary source energy and mental power, and were recycled by him into his body.

The source energy flowed into the Dantian, and the mental power rushed into the soul sea. In a blink of an eye, Lu Feng felt his brain buzzing, as if it was about to explode.

This feeling just happened. With a muffled sound, his soul sea could not withstand such a huge amount of mental power replenishment and exploded instantly.

At the moment of the explosion, Lu Feng tried his best to endure the severe pain and fatigue from his mind, and controlled all his mental power not to spread, but to gather in the original position of the soul sea, and to activate the golden body of the Emperor of Heaven.

I saw golden lights spreading down, and the golden body of the Emperor of Heaven absorbed the excess mental power, and at the same time nourished the explosive soul sea fragments and recombined them.

However, during breathing, all the fragments gathered together. After being nourished by the golden light, the newly formed soul sea became larger, twice the size of the original, and contained more mental power.

Finally he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he felt a little tired, Lu Feng was ecstatic. The second level of the Liquid Soul Master finally made a breakthrough!

It took a quarter of an hour to stabilize the realm. Lu Feng opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance of the fourth floor.

I felt very stressed before, but now I have broken through again, and this pressure has faded a lot and is almost impossible to detect.

Lu Feng knew that he had been here for more than an hour and had gradually adapted to this environment. If he came in again after going out, he would still feel the pressure, but it would be much smaller. After all, he had broken through the first level.

Stepping up, Lu Feng passed through the fourth floor of the gate and entered the fourth floor of the God Tower. A more terrifying pressure than before swept down and enveloped Lu Feng.

He felt his knees weak, Lu Feng felt his breathing rapid and even had difficulty thinking. He knew that the pressure here had doubled.

According to this calculation, even if the seventh floor requires 70,000 gold coins per hour, no one can enter. The pressure there will be eight times that of the fourth floor and sixty-four times that of the first floor, which is conceivable.

Trying to calm down, Lu Feng seized the time to absorb his mental power. He just paid 100,000 gold coins and stayed on the third floor for an hour and a half. He spent 45,000 gold coins. The remaining 55,000 gold coins could only stay on the fourth floor for a little more than an hour and should not be wasted.

The fourth level of mental power is like a vast ocean. Even if you just sit quietly, a large amount of mental power will rush into the soul sea, and it is more than ten times faster than those who work hard outside to practice.

When he was at the early stage of the second stage of the liquid transformation, he practiced until the peak of the second stage of the liquid transformation. Lu Feng's pass token flashed, separating all his mental power and no longer allowed him to absorb it.

He looked at the spiritual power floating in the air with unfulfilled intentions. Lu Feng walked down the Sun God Tower and left here.

Without paying the money again, Lu Feng walked straight through the street and walked towards the arena.

If he wants to talk about gold coins, he still has about one million, which is enough even if he practices in the Sun God Tower for a day.

But after this, he found that he had too few gold coins and needed to buy some cultivation items later. According to the consumption level of Fentian City, he had to have at least five million to barely satisfy him.

Realizing this deficiency, he immediately thought of the rules of the arena. Gold coins doubled with the number of victories, which was a good place to make money.

When he arrived at the arena, Lu Feng entered from the small door next to him and came to the inside of the arena.

"What's the matter?" A middle-aged man with a guard appeared and stood in front of Lu Feng and asked.

"Who should I ask for if I want to participate in the fight?" Lu Feng said. With his strength, he could easily know the strength of the person in front of him, and the peak of Qi transformation.

As a guard, he has the strength to reach the peak of Qi transformation. It seems that the power behind this arena is also extraordinary!

According to Lu Feng's idea, it is very likely that this place was supported by the City Lord's Mansion.

"Follow me!" the middle-aged man said indifferently, then walked forward, and Lu Feng followed.

The two entered a room, and there was a woman with phoenix eyes, thin waist and buttocks, and half of her breasts were left. The whiteness made people unable to help swallowing.

"Sister Feng, I'll bring it here!" The middle-aged man said respectfully, his eyes pressed low, as if he was afraid of offending this woman. According to Lu Feng's observation, there was still a trace of fear in this respect.

"Okay, you go down!" Sister Feng waved her hand and said, and a pair of phoenix eyes fell on Lu Feng and looked at him carefully.

"Little brother, are you going to participate in the fight?" Feng Jie smiled sweetly, looked at Lu Fengdao, and naturally showed a charm.

"Not bad!" Lu Feng pressed down the evil fire in his abdomen, avoided Feng Jie's gaze, and replied.

"Oh, my little brother is still shy, haha..." Sister Feng covered her mouth and giggled, her voice was slender and feminine, and her charm was even stronger.

Standing up, walking to Lu Feng, Sister Feng deliberately straightened her proud breasts and said, "What's your name?"

With a frown slightly, Lu Feng took a step back and said, "Zhao Yun!"

"Zhao Yun?" Feng Jie thought for a moment. In her memory, there was no major family named Zhao. She smiled and said, "Little brother is really naughty!"

Walking back to the table I was just here, Sister Feng took out a token, engraved the words Zhao Yun on it, and handed it to Lu Feng: "You have to get this token, it represents your identity. When you hear the token number, you can go on the field to fight. I hope you will win and return!"

No longer tempting Lu Feng, Feng Jie said with a smile, but this slightly serious, coupled with her devilish figure, is more attractive to men, and she has the urge to take her down.
Chapter completed!