"This..." Yue Yeming pondered for a while and said: "Although I really want Brother Ye to win the championship, I feel that with his strength and background, the chance of winning the championship is at most 30%."
"Thirty percent is already very high!" Ling Yu said in her heart: "You know, you used Sansheng Youshi and still lost to Tian Qingyun. If Brother Ye wants to turn the tide, he has more background than Sansheng Youshi. .”
"Let's wait slowly, maybe Brother Ye will give us a big surprise!" Yue Yeming drank the tea in his cup, and Ye Chenfeng's invincible figure could not help but appear in his mind.
For some reason, recalling the scene where Ye Chenfeng defeated Huang Wutian forcefully, Yue Yeming saw a vaguely familiar figure on Ye Chenfeng.
Time passed day by day.
Ye Chenfeng and Xia Wendie happily lingered in the fourth space of the Qiankun Realm. Under the nourishment of the innate Taoism, the Taoism in Ye Chenfeng's body was even higher, and the sword soul was completely integrated with the Holy Sword Grass. Accelerating the final metamorphosis.
A streak of red light was reflected in the sword soul, and the power of the sword soul rose even more.
Capturing the opportunity of the transformation of the sword soul, Ye Chenfeng gently put the ruddy and sleeping Xia Wendie on the soft Lingwu big bed, and came under the Dao of Nothingness monument, getting rid of all distracting thoughts, while penetrating The nothingness monument, while accelerating the transformation of the sword soul.
"Buzz!"
I don't know how long it has passed, but suddenly, floating above Ye Chenfeng's head, the sword soul bathed in the light of Taoism reflected a red light, rendering the whole space into fiery red.
"Successful!"
The moment the sword soul transformed from a heaven-level sword soul to a holy-level sword soul, Ye Chenfeng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up in the process of cultivation.
Although the sword soul has just transformed into a holy sword soul, its power has reached the top-grade holy weapon, which has become Ye Chenfeng's other major trump card.
"First place in the Hundred Battles Competition, I've reserved it!"
Ye Chenfeng's deep eyes reveal extremely powerful self-confidence, who else can I.
Chapter 1699 Final
"Phew, it's finally the final day!"
It didn't take long to transform into the holy sword soul, and it took a month for the outside world, Xia Wendie with a delicate face and charming beauty gently dressed Ye Chenfeng.
"Chenfeng, come on, no matter the outcome, you have to take care of yourself and don't try to be brave!"
"Don't worry, although Tian Qingyun is powerful, he is not invincible!" Ye Chenfeng gently kissed Xia Wendie's white and tender forehead, and said softly.
"Let's go!"
After finishing speaking, the two of Ye Chenfeng left the Qiankun Realm, joined Yue Yeming, Ling Yuxin and others, and took a chariot of god horses to the Holy Battlefield of Hundred Wars.
Just outside the holy battlefield, Ye Chenfeng happened to meet Tian Qingyun.
Looking at today's opponent, sparks shot out from the eyes of the two, and the atmosphere instantly became oppressive.
"I'm looking forward to fighting with you today!" Tian Qingyun suddenly showed a faint smile, and his calm voice revealed extremely strong confidence.
"Me too!" Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly: "You will definitely lose."
After finishing speaking, Ye Chenfeng ignored Tian Qingyun's slightly gloomy face, and came to the sky-wall-like stands with Yue Yeming and others, quietly waiting for the start of the game.
Ye Chenfeng can defeat Mo Yichen consecutively, Huang Wutian's advance to the final is beyond everyone's expectations, and rumors about Ye Chenfeng are flying all over the sky.
Some people say that he comes from the False God Realm, and he is a child of a powerful man in the False God Realm, while others say that he has inherited the mantle of a casual cultivator in the False God Realm, and some even say that he is the son of a dragon, with the power of a dragon that no one can match .
Ye Chenfeng turned a deaf ear to everyone's attention, and sat silently on the stand, using the Soul Eater Art to adjust his state.
"Brother Ye, I just got the news that Qingyun really has a big hole card that he hasn't used this day."
When Ye Chenfeng adjusted his breath, Yue Yeming's voice came into his ears.
"What cards?"
Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and asked through sound transmission.
"A piece of ancestral rhyme talisman, once used, can instantly make Tian Qingyun's strength reach a four-star god!" Yue Yeming told through voice transmission.
"Four-star god!"
Knowing Tian Qingyun's last trump card, Ye Chenfeng frowned tightly.
He didn't expect that Tian Qingyun not only possessed the ancient scrolls depicting the ancient patterns of the ancestral rhyme, but also the ancestral rhyme talisman, so he couldn't help but feel a little troublesome.
"Brother Ye, if you force Tian Qingyun's hole card, it's better to admit defeat immediately. Based on my understanding of the Celestial Clan, they may have murderous thoughts on you and use this opportunity to kill you." Yue Yeming said seriously Sound channel.
"Thank you for telling me, I will be careful!"
After speaking, Ye Chenfeng closed his eyes again, silently adjusted his breath, and adjusted his own state.
About half an hour later, the white old man appeared in midair. His sharp lightning eyes glanced at Ye Chenfeng and Tian Qingyun, and announced loudly: "I announce that the final final of the Hundred Battles has begun."
"Chenfeng, regardless of victory or defeat, you must come back safely!"
Xia Wendie held Ye Chenfeng's big hand tightly, exhorting slightly worried.
"Don't worry, he will definitely lose!"
Ye Chenfeng stood up slowly, the aura on his body exploded suddenly, he thought it was an unsheathed divine sword, extremely sharp.
"Whoosh!"