Pushing forward and being invincible: starting from adding points in the dream

Chapter 137: Breakthrough Plan

Early the next morning.

The group walked towards the venue in a mighty procession.

The major schools emerged one after another. Li Tong looked at Chen Feng with some confusion.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Looking carefully, Chen Feng looked a little haggard, and the light in his eyes was a little dimmer than usual.

"Kind of."

Nodding slightly, Chen Feng took over the other party's reason.

In fact, this is caused by excessive consumption when summoning the Holy Shield Colossus in a dream, which is the same principle as injury and death.

But fortunately, this is all within his tolerance range and has little impact on his strength.

And
Looking over there, the panel in front of me indicated that it was actually floating.

The two words "Ji Dou" appeared in his mind. That was the true intention of Ji Dou that he had been looking for for a long time.

I thought I would just keep banging my head against the wall and trying my luck.
Shaking his head secretly, Chen Feng looked intently at the panel in front of him.

[Extreme Fighting Fist: Beginner (1%)+]

I have finally mastered this advanced technique of extraordinary martial arts.

Even though he hadn't reached the Meteor Realm, the effect was extremely strong, allowing him to concentrate his strength in a short period of time and unleash several attacks comparable to miniature missiles.

Its power is even 30% stronger than the Pillar of Burning Flame which is a form of external force, and it doesn't even require charging up energy.

Look down.

【Extreme Martial Arts: 4】

Four portions of Jiwu might allow Jidouquan to break through to the Meteor Realm.

But
His eyes moved down again and looked at the skills column.

[Red Tiger Power: Burning Mountain (66%)+]

If all of them were decomposed, he would definitely be able to break through to the Red Tiger level and enter the realm of true meaning.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered.

Chen Feng was a little hesitant.

No matter which one you choose, you will definitely not lose out.

But because of this, he found it difficult to decide.

"It's normal. With the competition approaching, I'll be a little nervous."

Not knowing what he was thinking, Li Tong, who was walking on the road, did not blame him. Instead, he smiled and comforted him: "It was the same when I first participated in the martial arts conference."

"Just perform normally when the time comes. I feel relieved to have you take part in the competition."

Hearing this, Zhao Jushan and Lin Xiaoyun both nodded without objection.

Yesterday's battle made them understand a truth thoroughly.

The disciple who was born with a natural domineering bone is already one of the best in Ru Jin, and is one of the best in the southern martial arts world.

With the other party backing them up, they are naturally confident in the martial arts competition and dare not even try to challenge the Feilong School.

Seeing this, Chen Feng was silent for a moment.

He already knew the rules of the tournament.

It is mainly a fight at the entry level and true meaning level, with opponents chosen randomly by drawing lots.

The winner gets points, the loser gets fewer points, and this is how the final ranking is determined.

First enter the strength and then the true meaning, the conference lasts for several days.

so.
"I understand."

Nodding in response, Chen Feng seemed to have met the expectations of his master and the two true disciples.

But in fact, he made a decision.

Rather than pursuing uncertain results, it is better to stick to the original goal.

That is, breaking through the true meaning!

only.
His eyes flashed, and thinking about the conversation just now, Chen Feng came up with some better plans.

Now that you have decided to break through the true meaning, you must make the most of this opportunity.

The Heart of Glory still needs to be upgraded, and the victory in the Ru Jin Competition will also affect the ranking of Yanhu Liu in the martial arts world.

Therefore, you might as well participate in the entrance competition first to help your school win points.

After that, he would break through in private and participate in the follow-up with the master to deal with other true meanings.

As for the practice of Ji Dou Quan, it is not too late to continue collecting Ji Wu Light Groups after entering a dream.

Suddenly, the thoughts became clear and there was no more hesitation.

Chen Feng's steps gradually slowed down, and his emotions became calmer.

Tread!

A group of five people entered the venue.

hum!
"I didn't expect the Golden Eagle Stream to arrive so early."

"How are the seats arranged? Why are we in the third row?"

"Tsk tsk, I just saw some people from the Xinyuan School. There are only a few of them. They are really getting weaker and weaker."

Suddenly there was a noisy sound, and discussions flew into my ears.

Looking carefully, I found that the interior space of the venue was several thousand square meters.

There are nine white-gray arenas in the center, with seats arranged in a circle on both sides, with dozens of rows in total.

There is a huge transparent glass cover on it, which is half-open because the weather is clear at the moment.

There is a corresponding school sign near each seat, and the order is based on the ranking of the previous martial arts conference, from left to right, and then extending backwards.

At this moment, nearly a thousand people appeared in the venue, some sitting or standing.

There are nearly a hundred schools of thought, obviously more people than I saw in the restaurant last night.
They all came from several southern provinces, and according to the requirements of the martial arts conference, even the weakest one had a master of Ru Jin.

"Hey, Lao Li, are you here?"

Halfway through, someone greeted me.

A gray-haired old man with a medium build, wearing a loose robe with the words "Wanlian" embroidered on it.

There were several disciples standing behind him, including Senior Brother Qin Tao, whom Chen Feng had met yesterday.

"I heard that you were tricked by Feilongliu yesterday."

"real or fake?"

The old man came closer and asked curiously, and Li Tong glanced at him with a smile.

"Why, you want to help me get back my position?"

His expression froze and the man choked.

Li Tong smiled and did not provoke him. He quickly signaled to Chen Feng and the other person behind him.

"These are my two disciples, Chen Feng and Zhao Tingxiao."

"This is the leader of the Wanlian Sect in Luohe City, Lu. You can just call him Senior Lu."

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng and the other person clasped their fists in greeting, while Zhao Jushan and the others had already known each other for a long time.

"Your two disciples are pretty good."

With a chuckle, Sect Leader Lu looked at Chen Feng intently.

His eyes lit up slightly and he nodded kindly, then he and Li Tong walked towards the location together.

Yanhuliu ranked 16th in the last session and was located in the second row.

Wanlianmen is ranked more than 30th, but because the seats extend backwards in a fan shape, the positions of both sides are very close, one in front and one behind.

The disciples of both sides naturally walked together. During this time, Chen Feng sensed a slight movement and detected some malicious intent.

Turning his head, he saw Song Heliu who was also sitting in the second row.

The white-haired old man of the True Meaning level, Yang Chengyuan, was sitting among them. He looked intimidating without even getting angry, and glared at him with murderous eyes.

Most of the disciples behind him had cold faces and the same expression.

In addition, the several schools that blocked the road yesterday were also seen by Chen Feng again.

Or the second or third row.

Yiquan style, Baguazhang, Giant Bear style, Asuka style
Looking closely, it can be seen that most of them have unfamiliar faces, but their expressions are similar to those of Songheliu, with some coldness and evil intentions.

Including the two true masters, one fat and one thin, who blocked the road, also appeared again.

"It seems like you have offended quite a lot of people."

"Have you thought about how to end it then?"

Wanlian Sect's Sect Master Lu asked in a low voice, also noticing these malicious glances.

Li Tong nodded barely audibly but did not speak.

It’s not like no one had advised him to give up this competition.

As long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Who doesn't understand this truth?
But, there are some things.

The last dignity of the relationship school would not allow him to retreat any further.

Seeing this, Sect Leader Lu sighed and said no more.

The group walked forward and sat in the second and third rows.

Hundreds of schools arrived one after another, and the noisy discussions became more and more intense.

Until finally, there was a noise at the entrance of the venue.

Chen Feng lowered his eyes and saw a dozen figures finally arriving.

A long robe, mostly white, a few blue.

The only thing they have in common is that above their robes there is a pattern of a flying dragon riding on the clouds with its fangs and claws bared.

"coming."

Zhao Jushan spoke seriously.

Not only him, but also thousands of people from nearly a hundred schools present were all looking over their shoulders.

His breathing was steady and his face was rosy.

From practicing internal organs to entering the third level of strength, there are two people with true intentions leading the team.

Without any courtesy, the Feilongliu people sat directly in the main seat in the middle of the first row.

"Is the Feilong School acting a bit arrogant?" "I've never seen them participate in a martial arts tournament before, and they didn't even get a ranking, but now they've taken the top spot. What does that mean?"

"Look at the people from the Golden Eagle Clan. Their faces are all black."

Voices were heard one after another, most of them expressing dissatisfaction.

Whoosh!
Soon, a Feilongliu true meaning master could be seen leaping up and standing on a white-grey platform in the center.

Ignoring the frowning looks from other schools, he spoke loudly.

"Feilongliu, Jiang Yunshan, nice to meet you fellow practitioners."

The voice was powerful and reached everyone's ears clearly without the help of a microphone.

Faintly, a shadow of a flying dragon could be seen quietly emerging and hovering behind the other party.

He looks to be no more than forty years old, but his aura of truth is extremely pure, no less than that of any sect leader present.

With just this one move, most of the noise in the venue dissipated.

"My Feilong School has not participated in a martial arts tournament for thirty years. I think many of my fellow practitioners have forgotten about us."

With a calm tone, the middle-aged man named Jiang Yunshan looked around at everyone and said slowly: "But it doesn't matter."

"Because of this martial arts tournament, everyone will definitely remember us."

"Remember, I am Tianshui Feilongliu."

Groan! !

It was like a dragon's roar, and the virtual shadow of the true meaning behind the other party flew into the sky and danced in a circle over the entire venue.

Many people from small sects were horrified by such a commotion, including the masters of the five top sects such as the Giant Elephant Sect, who all frowned solemnly.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, I felt a slight movement.

Chen Feng turned his gaze and looked towards the seat of Feilongliu.

"It doesn't look very good either."

"Is this our school's former rival? To be honest, he seems pretty weak."

"I'm really afraid they'll be beaten to death soon."

Dozens of eyes looked at each other quietly, indifferent, curious, disdainful, and provocative.
Chen Feng could sense some undisguised malice, especially from the true disciples wearing blue robes.

"Senior brother."

Zhao Tingxiao sat on the side, looking unhappy.

He could also feel that he was being provocatively stared at and pointed at by the Feilongliu people, and he felt an inexplicable anger rising in his heart.

"Junior Brother Zhao, calm down."

Zhao Jushan patted him on the shoulder and said something to comfort him.

Martial arts tournaments are like this; they concern the rankings of different schools and involve the division and competition for each school's territory.

Few people will respond with kindness.

What's more, Feilongliu already had some grudges with them.

In response to this, Chen Feng's expression remained calm. He just silently looked at the middle-aged man on the stage. After he finished talking nonsense, he announced the start of the competition.

"It seems to be the old rules."

Lin Xiaoyun said this, and people were seen walking out from the seats in the venue one after another, most of them were young people in the Lianzang realm.

Although the key points of the competition are to enter the strength and the true meaning.

However, in order to let some young people see the world, learn from each other and gain experience, and also to liven up the atmosphere.

At every martial arts tournament, one or two hours would be given in advance to allow disciples who have not yet entered the Jin realm to go on stage to compete and challenge each other.

Tread!

Suddenly, there was a mixture of discussions.

Figures could be seen flickering on the stage, and soon some disciples from the middle-ranking schools stepped onto the stage.

"I challenge the Moon Shadow Flow with my Qingyun Palm!"

"Afei Niaoliu, do you dare to fight?"

"Yiquan Liu, get down!"

Similar voices continued to be heard, and the people from the various schools who were challenged did not show any weakness. They jumped out one after another and took the stage to fight.

Some masters of the Feilong School came on stage as referees, and the sounds of fighting echoed one after another.

The winner was revealed in just a few minutes, and it was seen that some of the disciples who practiced internal organs were beaten so hard that they vomited blood and flew backwards.

During this time, look around.

Chen Feng saw a familiar figure on a platform below.

He was wearing a green robe with a black word "ape" embroidered on it.

He had a thin physique and short hair, and was unexpectedly Sun Fei, the disciple of the Xinyuan School who had come to apologize.

The opponent has now also perfected his internal energy, and the white energy on his body is almost covering his arms.

He struck out continuously with his palms and his body was agile. After a fight, he quickly defeated a disciple from a small sect.

"Concession."

Sun Fei clasped his hands and bowed, while his opponent covered his chest, unwilling to leave.

Liu Fangming, who was sitting in the stands, was very pleased and satisfied with his disciple's performance on the stage.

Although this would not earn points or improve the ranking of the Xinyuan School, it did open the opponent's horizons and give him a chance to truly gain experience on stage.

It will be beneficial rather than harmful to the future of Xinyuanliu.

Taking all this in, Chen Feng began to wait silently.

Only those of Yanhu School who have mastered the realm of strength and true meaning are here, and there are no disciples of lower levels.

For more than an hour, they were just spectators, watching the competition between the major schools.

Wait until the end, when this heated competition is about to end.

It can be seen that the Feilongliu, which had never moved before, actually had nine white-robed disciples who came on stage one after another.

Swish swish!
The figure flashed, and the white light quickly covered both palms.

"Nine people have completed the internal organs training?"

Lin Xiaoyun narrowed her eyes, her expression somewhat serious.

A glimpse of the whole picture can reveal the whole picture. Feilongliu has finally begun to show its strength and background to everyone.

Bang bang bang!
Under Dao's gaze, the nine white-robed disciples acted directly without hesitation.

In just a few breaths, all the opponents on the ring were defeated.

"Is there anyone else willing to fight?"

With a calm tone, one of the nine disciples took the initiative to speak, deliberately looking towards the front row of seats.

There are all the schools that ranked in the top ten in the last martial arts tournament.

This action surprised everyone. The disciples of major sects such as the Giant Elephant Sect and the Whale Body Covering Sea Flow looked gloomy, feeling provoked.

"I'll meet you!"

Someone came to the stage and attacked brazenly.

But soon.

As the sounds of fighting died down, the atmosphere on the field gradually became quiet.

defeat!
defeat!
defeat!
Except for the Giant Elephant Sect, the Golden Flying Eagle Sect, and the Whale Body Covering the Sea Sect, the three top sects are in a tie.

The other six major schools, including the Golden Sword School and the Lionheart School, were all defeated.

For a moment, one could hear a pin drop, and everyone including Chen Feng frowned slightly.

"I'm afraid these disciples are about to break through to the Jin state."

Zhao Jushan spoke in a low voice and looked unhappy.

Although I had expected the Flying Dragon Style to be very powerful, the scene before me was still somewhat unexpected.

It's not easy to get into the Jin sect, and you can even become the leader of some small sects.

Even their Yanhu Clan, including all the true disciples and a few reclusive elders, only had a dozen people.

Other schools had similar expressions, until finally, the middle-aged man from the Feilong School came on stage and laughed.

"These youngsters are not up to the task of fighting. Ladies and Gentlemen, how about we start the fighting?"

No one objected, or rather, everyone had already figured out that something was amiss.

The atmosphere became solemn, and the scene in the entire venue was quietly projected into a quiet room far away.

"Master, it seems that they already have the answer in their hearts."

The old man in a long robe chuckled and looked over, and saw eight figures in the quiet room.

Most of them looked old, except for the one sitting at the top, who had a square face and looked middle-aged.

He was calm and indifferent, and only spoke softly when he heard it.

"It's time for them to wake up."

"The southern martial arts world has been divided for too long. Without our Feilong School leading the way, it would be difficult for it to achieve great things."

Everyone nodded in agreement, most of them echoed it.

Amid the lively atmosphere, the old man who had spoken earlier pondered for a moment and soon spoke again.

"Faction leader, what about the Shenwu League?"

"I've already promised them."

The middle-aged man said calmly, and everyone frowned slightly.

No one dared to refute, even though they had some doubts.

"That man fought me for two moves and was no weaker than a master."

"It will be of no benefit to us to continue fighting."

Seeing what they were thinking, the middle-aged man gave an explanation.

Everyone's faces darkened when they heard this, and then they heard something more important.

"In addition, Deputy Chairman Luo of the Provincial Federation has told me the news."

"The higher-ups have made a decision. I'm afraid the war is about to begin."