Chapter 859

Ling Feng stood on the challenge arena, staring at the night sky.

In the dark night sky, there is a violent fluctuation of vitality. In an instant, there is lightning and thunder, and countless arcs gradually converge into a point in the night sky.

In the eyes of many monks in Qingmeng City, a black stone drum appears at the center of the chaotic thunder.

Above the stone drum, the sparks surround and quietly float between the heaven and the earth.

Sky shaking drum!

In Qingmeng City, Zhentian drum, which hasn't appeared for thousands of years, finally shows its true appearance at this moment.

At this moment, countless monks were staring at the black stone drum above the night sky, full of excitement.

At this moment, the top floor of Jinhua other courtyard, the four commanders of Qingmeng City, were also looking at the stone drum with shocked face and muttering to themselves.

"The sky shaking drum!"

"It's enough to kill people. Are you so excited?"

"Isn't this the first time I've seen you? Have you seen it? "

"Nonsense, of course I haven't seen it. Since you and I were born, the Baisheng challenge arena has never been opened again!"

"That's true, but I heard that a proud son of heaven appeared in Qingmeng city thousands of years ago. He won the Baisheng challenge arena and sounded the drum of shaking the sky with the help of the commander and the Lord of Qingmeng city at that time."

At this point, everyone turned to Murphy who was still drinking tea.

And Murphy sees this is to pick eyebrow way: "you see me why?"

Shangguanmo blinked his eyes and said, "my Lord, you have been practicing earlier than us. Can you tell me who this person is?"

Murphy narrowed his eyes, slowly put down the cup in his hand and said calmly, "don't ask me, I wasn't in green lemon city at that time, so I don't know!"

"Oh Hearing this, everyone was disappointed. Red butterfly looked at Mu Nan and asked, "commander Mu is in charge of the intelligence system of Qingmeng city. Isn't there any news about this?"

"No!" Mu Nan shook his head directly and said: "thousands of years ago, the man knocked the drum under the opposition of the then Qingmeng city leader. Moreover, the then Qingmeng city leader didn't want the adults to be so talkative. Therefore, the drum was not as noisy as it is now, and only a few people were present. Therefore, although Qingmeng City knew that someone was beating the drum at that time, But no one knows who it is

"Oh Red butterfly nodded, looked a little hesitant and said, "how many times did that monk knock?"

"Twelve times!" Some Mu Nan sighed: "twelve times, since ancient times, the recorded Zhentian drum is only thirteen times, and the friar who sounded the thirteen times was still a million years ago. It can be seen that the proud son of heaven in Qingmeng city was so outstanding!"

"Indeed Xu Mu also said: "twelve times is really powerful, but since the man was stopped by the leader of Qingmeng, and there has been no clue about this man for thousands of years, it seems that this man has been schemed!"

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Just as the crowd sighed, Murphy came to the window with a cup of tea and gazed at the thunder in the night sky, with a look of memory in her eyes.

"It's been a long time. Muxiu usually doesn't come to a good end."

It's in another room.

Zhou Jin's eyes were staring at the black stone drum in the night sky, and she was also shocked. She murmured to herself, "I don't know how many times this person can knock!"

How many times can this person ring?

This question is not only asked by a few people. At this moment, all the monks are asking this question. Of course, these people do not include Ling Feng.

Because he didn't know to beat the drum when he passed the Baisheng challenge arena!

So, at the time when the loss slowly fell to the challenge arena, he went directly into the space ring and whispered to Du Chen, asking, "why didn't you tell me what kind of drum to beat through the Baisheng challenge arena?"

Du Chen was reduced from a disciple of the hall commander to a prisoner. He stayed in the dark space ring all day long and almost collapsed. He was dumbfounded when he heard this sentence. He was silent for a long time before he was stunned and said: "everyone knows this thing!"

Everybody knows?

Ling Feng looked around, looking at the look in people's eyes, basically also determined the truth of this sentence.

He frowned and asked, "how many knocks does that take?"

Hearing the speech, Du Chen immediately replied: "it's not a good thing to say. Thousands of years ago, someone knocked twelve times in Qingmeng City, but..."

Before he finished, Ling Feng's divine sense had left the space ring, and Du Chen could only take back the next words, while Ling Feng stood on the challenge arena and looked at the black stone drum that had landed on the challenge arena.

Thousands of years ago, someone knocked twelve times!

It seems that I have to knock 12 times to pass!

Ling Feng perfectly found the key point from Du Chen's words, which is twelve.

At this moment, although there were hundreds of thousands of monks around, they breathed a little, and there was no more noise. All of them watched Ling Feng quietly.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and walked slowly to the front of the stone drum.

He said it was a stone drum, but he couldn't see what material it was. He reached out his hand and touched it gently to make sure whether it would ring.

But just when his finger touched the drum!

On the surface of Zhentian drum, there was a strong anti shock force, which made him step back for several steps, and then a dull drum also rang between the heaven and the earth.

One!

With the sound of the drum, hundreds of thousands of friars yelled at the same time.

One!

Ling Feng frowned slightly. Is this the beginning? It doesn't seem to be particularly difficult!

Thinking of this, a light flashed in his eyes. He took four steps and smashed his right hand to the drum.

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Five times in a row, the continuous feedback vibration made Ling Feng retreat continuously to see that he retreated to the edge of the challenge arena.

Although we have been vigilant before, the anti earthquake force of zhentiangu has been so powerful that it is hard to imagine. It is almost growing by geometric multiples.

After a long time, he pressed down the feeling of Qi and blood in his body. Then he slowly vomited out a mouthful of turbid qi and sighed: "it's really powerful!"

Six rings!

It's half the way to twelve rings, but if the increase goes on like this, I'm afraid he can't even make ten rings.

At this moment, he frowned, his eyes fixed on the drum, and muttered to himself: "it seems that this hundred victory challenge arena is not so easy to break through!"

Twelve!

How could that be!

Is it hard to say that the man was the cultivation of Da Tian Wei or Tai Tian Wei thousands of years ago?

In fact, Ling Feng didn't know that the strength of this drum was always different from person to person, and the strength of monks in different realms could not be measured.

Many of the onlookers, seeing that Ling Feng had knocked six times, did not move again, and immediately began to talk in a low voice.

"Six, half the way to twelve, isn't that all right?"

"Yes, it's so far away!"

Many of the monks in the audience are only concerned about whether Ling Feng can catch up with the one who was born in Qingmeng city thousands of years ago. However, when Ling Feng hears such comments, he naturally thinks that less than 12 years is not a success.

So, after biting his teeth, he hit the drum again.

The force of anti shock and strong force came straight along his arm, which was almost several times stronger than the sixth time. Ling Feng stepped back a few steps and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah ~"

See Ling Feng spit blood, the friars around immediately issued a burst of voice.

And in the private room of the teahouse, many zongmen also regretted that they had just reached the critical point.

On the top floor of the other courtyard in Jinhua, shangguanmo and others shook their heads at the same time. Originally, they really saw Ling Feng, but they didn't expect that it was just seven.

And red butterfly is standing in front of the window, looking a little hesitant, muttering: "is this drum really so difficult?"

Although she was defeated in Ling Feng's hands, she paid for her own cultivation, which is not as good as her own in the heaven level. But now Ling Feng can't bear it just seven times. How many times will she have?

Will it be six?

Or is it impossible to reach the lowest limit?

At this moment, Murphy's eyes staring at the challenge arena showed a strange look.

No!

A monk with the power of rules can't be in this situation!

However, among the whispering voices of many monks, Ling Feng sighed slowly.

It seems that relying on his own cultivation, he is really unable to complete it!

Then there's no way!

There was a flash of light in his eyes. Twenty flying swords flew out one after another and swam around him.

"Ugly ox sword formation, good guy, this is the real guy ready to go up!"

"But the ugly ox sword array is a foreign object. Isn't the Zhentian drum not allowed to use foreign objects?"

"Who said the sword array was a foreign thing? Can't people repair swords according to their own orders? "

"All the swords in Bihai county have been repaired. It's just that no one has a sword. Whose family has more than 20 swords?"

"Well, I said you deliberately find fault, don't you? How many people like, how many do you care? Where are you from? Why don't you come here

“……”

"You're not from TIANYAO County, are you?"

“……”

"Damn it, you're not a good guy. Let's see how I deal with you in the morning."

“……”

Is sword formation one's own cultivation?

Ling Feng doesn't know, but he doesn't have a better way now, unless he uses xingjue.

The sword formation was shaped, and the power of the rules shrouded him. Then he took a deep breath and started again.

Dong!

The deafening sound of drums resounded through the world!

Even more powerful anti shock force came one after another. Although it was buffered and weakened by the ugly ox sword array, Ling Feng still stepped back a few steps, and his face turned a little.

Eight!

The sound around is as good as the sound of the drum!

Listening to the deafening sound around, Ling Feng's eyes sparkled a little battle, two times in a row.

Nine!

Ten!

Two times in a row, all around the excited shouts increased!

Ling Feng, on the other hand, took two steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood again. However, when the anti shock force entered his body for the tenth time, he suddenly had a different feeling.

It seems that the anti shock force is not just trying to hurt him!

At the moment when the anti shock force came into his body, he felt that his Tao heart also vibrated!

what is it?

Ling Feng's eyes sparkled with a look of uncertainty.

Unyielding, unwilling!

Strong will to resist!

At this moment, Ling Feng felt an indescribable complex emotion in his heart. The flying sword shuttling around him stopped slowly, and one by one inserted around the challenge arena.

This action of his immediately caused the voice of a burst of discussion around him.

"What is he doing? Without the sword array, isn't he looking for death? "

"The courage of every man!" Zhou Jin is more hate iron not steel cold hum way.

At this time, when Ling Feng spread the sword array, Murphy's eyes showed a confused look, muttering: "do you feel it too?"

His voice was small enough to attract the attention of the rest of the room.

Four commanders and red butterfly looked at Murphy suspiciously and hesitated: "your honor?"

When Murphy heard the words, he saw that five people were looking at him. He waved his hand and said, "look at the drum, what am I doing?"