The Journey Against Time, I am the King of Scrolls in a Hundred Times Space

The day of the competition was approaching day by day, and Lin Feng knew that this was an excellent opportunity for him to prove himself and shame before the snow. He kept himself in the room and practiced it day and night, almost reaching the point where he was abandoned.

Every morning, the first ray of sunlight had not entered the room, and Lin Feng had already got up, and came to the yard to start meditation. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, and guided the aura in his body to run slowly along the meridians. Every time he runs, he can feel that his mana has increased slightly.

During the day, Lin Feng will take out the cheats given by the martial arts, carefully study each of the words, and try to understand the deeper practice of cultivation. When he encountered a place where he didn't understand, he asked Elder Xuanfeng or other senior brothers and sisters.

In addition to cultivating mana, Lin Feng did not forget to refine his martial arts. He erected a wooden stake in the yard and placed swordsmanship at the wooden stake over and over again, and strived to be accurate and powerful. The sweat was soaked in his clothes, but his movements were not slow.

At night, when everyone else had entered the dreamland, Lin Feng was still busy in the mysterious space. He carefully took care of those precious spiritual planting and used the aura emanating from the spirit plant to nourish his body and mind. At the same time, he will also simulate various battle scenes in the space, fight fiercely with the imaginary enemies to improve his ability to respond in actual combat.

However, the process of cultivation is not smooth sailing. Lin Feng often encounters a bottleneck, and the aura in his body seems to have reached a level that cannot be broken. No matter how hard he works, he can't go further. Sometimes, excessive cultivation can cause his physical and mental exhaustion, and even the danger of getting angry.

On one occasion, when Lin Feng practiced a new spell, due to his anxiety, he did not master the essentials of spells, which led to the loss of control of the spell, the aura in his body, and made him miserable. He felt that his body seemed to be torn, and his consciousness gradually blurred. At this time, Lin Feng forcibly calmed down with his strong willpower, and slowly adjusted the chaotic aura in the body according to the cultivation of the cultivation mentality he had learned before. Position, danger into danger.

Another time, when Lin Feng was practicing swordsmanship with wooden stakes, because of continuous and high -intensity training, his arm suddenly cramped, and his sword in his hand dropped. He slammed the ground angrily, blaming his incompetence. But soon, he stood up again, picked up the sword, and continued to practice.

"I can't give up, I must prove himself at the competition conference!" Lin Feng kept cheering himself in his heart.

In this way, in the hard practice day after day, Lin Feng's strength has been significantly improved unknowingly. His mana is deeper, the swordsmanship is more exquisite, and the use of spells is more proficient.

Finally, the days of the competition conference came. Lin Feng got up early, put on clean martial arts, holding a long sword, and his eyes firmly moved towards Biwu.

Human voices than on the martial arts field, lively and extraordinary. Each disciples all rubbed their hands and eager to try. Lin Feng stood in the crowd and silently observed his opponent, and secretly counted the response strategy.

With the order of the head, the competition officially started. Lin Feng's first opponent was a burly disciple named Wang Meng. Wang Meng was born with a divine power and was good at close combat. As soon as he came on, he waved a pair of huge hammer and rushed towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was not panicked, avoiding Wang Meng's attack sideways, and at the same time, the sword in his hand waved, and a sword flew towards Wang Meng's legs. Wang Meng responded quickly, jumped up and escaped the sword qi. You come and go, you can do it difficult.

Lin Feng found that although Wang Meng was powerful, his movements were slightly clumsy, so he used his flexible body to continue walking around Wang Meng to find his flaws. Finally, Lin Feng looked at a chance. While Wang Meng attacked the fall, a sword stabbed his wrist, and the hammer in Wang Meng's hand dropped, and Lin Feng shot him to Bitai.

"Lin Fengsheng!" The referee announced loudly.

Lin Feng wiped the sweat on his forehead, and a smile appeared on his face. But he knew that this was just the first victory, and there were more powerful opponents waiting for him.

In the next game, Lin Feng encountered various opponents, some were good at spells, some were good at defense, and some were good at speed. However, with his solid practice and flexible tactics, Lin Feng went all the way to the final.

Lin Feng's final opponent is the master of the martial arts named Li Yiyun. Li Yiyun has reached the pinnacle of the gas training period. It can break through the foundation period in just one step, and his strength is very powerful.

Before the start of the game, Lin Feng took a deep breath and adjusted his state. He knew that this would be an unprecedented battle.

Li Yiyun stood on the competition, looking at Lin Feng coldly, saying, "Lin Feng, you can reach the final, it really surprises me. But today, this victory will belong to me."

Lin Feng smiled slightly and said, "Brother, don't say too much, who wins and be negative, it is not known."

Li Yiyun no longer talked nonsense and directly exhibited his strongest spell, a huge flame swept towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng was not afraid, and the sword in his hand danced, forming a water curtain, blocking the flame attack.

The two started fierce spells and martial arts duels, and the entire Bibi was shrouded in light and smoke. Lin Feng gradually felt powerless, and Li Yiyun's strength was far beyond his imagination.

Just when Lin Feng was about to collapse, he suddenly remembered his hard training during this period, and the setbacks and ridicules he had suffered.

"I can't lose!" Lin Feng roared in his heart.

A ray of determination flashed in his eyes, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly surged wildly. Lin Feng actually broke through his bottleneck at this critical moment, and his magic power instantly increased to a higher level.

Taking advantage of Li Yiyun's surprise, Lin Feng launched a fierce counterattack. His swordsmanship became more fierce, and his spells became more powerful. Li Yiyun was caught off guard for a while and revealed a flaw.

Lin Feng seized the opportunity and stabbed Li Yiyun's chest with a sword. Li Yiyun dodged in a hurry, but was still scratched by Lin Feng on his arm.

"I admit defeat." Li Yiyun knew that he had lost, and said simply.

"Lin Feng wins!" The referee's voice resounded throughout the arena.

Lin Feng stood on the arena, feeling the surprised and admiring eyes of everyone, and his heart was full of pride. He knew that his efforts had finally paid off.

From then on, Lin Feng's status in the sect was greatly improved, and no one dared to look down on him anymore. He did not become proud and complacent because of this, but instead worked harder to practice and move towards a higher goal.