“Wow…”

The many true disciples watching outside were in an uproar again.

Gao Huan defeated Xu Jun, and it can be said that Xu Jun was careless about underestimating the enemy. However, Wu Ling's fourth-level top-grade martial arts cultivation is extremely exquisite in one hand, and the Cold Flame Sword in his hand is even more of a top-grade treasure sword of third-level top-grade.

But in the head-on battle, Gao Huan actually kicked Xu Jun out of no tricks. This kind of defeat of the enemy beyond the level was beyond everyone's imagination.

"How could it be?"

"strangeness……"

Almost all the true disciples were extremely puzzled. They watched the whole battle but couldn't understand why Gao Huan won the victory.

Although Xu Jun and Wu Ling are not the top ten true disciples, they are also the best among true disciples. Gao Huan's successive victory also made all true disciples begin to face up to this new third-level true disciple.

At this time, the new true disciples such as Baishan and Yue Zhen even felt a sense of honor. After all, in the eyes of the true disciples, Gao Huan is the new true disciple, and to some extent, he is also the representative of the ten of them.

Yin Yue also shook her head slightly, her bright eyes were filled with deep thoughts, and the hanging beads in front of her swayed gently with her, and the crisp sound of collision between them was extremely pleasant. Yin Yue, who was pondering, had a kind of elegant and wise noble temperament. Among a group of beautiful girls, although Yin Yue was not the most beautiful, this kind of temperament made her take for granted to be the most center and unparalleled.

Feixue shook Yin Yue's hand and said, "Sister Yue, what are you thinking?"

Yin Yue smiled, "This Wukong gave me another surprise!" Yin Yue smiled calmly, but she was so calm and confident.

At this time, Yin Yue was worthy of the title of the first true disciple. Although Feixue deliberately acted cute, she couldn't help but be moved by Yin Yue's demeanor. She sighed in her heart, "Brother, Yin Yue is your strong enemy..."

"Why did that Wukong win again?" Yan Fang, the demon shadow beside him, couldn't help asking.

Yan Fang said a lot of bad things about Gao Huan. Feixue felt very bad about her and wished she could slash with one sword. However, Yan Fang's question was exactly what Feixue wanted to know. She also opened her eyes wide and saw what Yin Yue said.

Yin Yue said leisurely: "Wukong doesn't know what authentic body-refining martial arts are practicing. The internal and external skills of the whole body are extremely pure, and they have opened up many acupoints. Although they have not reached the fourth level of power, the martial arts he practices are originally fierce and sharp, which is not much different from Wuling. With the support of the Five Elements Guiyuan Jade Belt, the vitality is endless, almost smoothing out the gap in cultivation between him and Wuling.

He seemed to have already understood the true meaning of martial arts in his martial arts. Every move and every move can maximize the power of martial arts. His profound understanding of martial arts also allowed him to avoid the real and attack the virtual during battle and defeat Wu Ling in one fell swoop.

If Xiaofang can meet Wukong, don’t think you have a huge advantage in cultivation. Be more careful with his legs. This person’s leg technique is superb and changes like a dragon.”

Yan Fang sneered: "Meng Zhenxiu of Xuanwu Hall is the Butterfly Dream Sword. Its swordsmanship is inconsistent, its ethereal sword technique, and its stupid kung fu that is upright to restrain Wukong. He will never be able to get through Meng Zhen's level."

Feixue curled her lips secretly, but her little face on the surface smiled brighter than Hua. "Even if Sister Fang meets Wukong, she will surely win the championship."

"In the third game, Meng Zhen of Xuanwu Hall will fight against Wukong of Baihu Hall."

After the elder announced it, the disciple named Meng Zhen, walked into the five-colored world space.

Meng Zhen and Xu Jun are somewhat similar, both have handsome appearances, but Meng Zhen’s temperament is even more elegant and extraordinary. The most special thing is that Meng Zhen’s face seems to be covered with a faint mist. Even though he is standing in front of Gao Huan, Gao Huan always feels like he is as illusory as clouds and smoke.

"I have seen Junior Brother Wukong." Meng Zhen bowed politely and greeted. Meng Zhen's voice was also ethereal. He said one sentence, it seemed very far away, very close, as if it was in front and behind, making it difficult to tell which direction the sound came from.

Gao Huan also bowed and returned the gift, "Please give me some advice."

Meng Zhen drew out the long sword from his waist, danced a sword flower casually and said, "I have taken action long ago, junior brother, be careful." After turning the three-foot green eyebrows casually in the air, they turned into a straight green light, which quickly pierced Gao Huan's heart.

The two gathered about five feet, but as soon as Meng Zhen's sword light moved, the sword edge had reached Gao Huan's heart. The strangest thing was that Gao Huan could not feel any sign of Meng Zhen's exertion. It seemed that Meng Zhen raised his hand and the sword cut through the space and stabbed him.

Gao Huan remembered Meng Zhen's words, "I've taken action long ago." He knew that Meng Zhen must be proficient in illusion to confuse his senses so much and make him lose his most basic judgment of space.

Gao Huan has seen many spells, but they are all low-level spells. Speaking of which, it is just another application of vitality. Including Xu Jun, the previous one, he used five tones and phantoms to blind people's ears and ears. Although it is very exquisite, it is not very useful for a warrior like Gao Huan who is tenacious and has understood the true meaning of martial arts.

But Meng Zhen is different from Xu Jun. His illusion seems to be integrated with himself, and there is no trace of his attack. Gao Huan is like falling into a dream, and the space seems to become blurred suddenly. Even Meng Zhen seems to lose his trace, and even the sword that stabbed towards him seems to disappear.

For a moment, Gao Huan really thought he was dreaming. But Gao Huan hadn't dreamed for seven or eight years. The Vajra Five-Phase Wheel itself requires a peaceful and strong mind, not to be moved by external objects, and not to be trapped by demons.

Dreams represent what you think and what you think is not controlled. This is a taboo in practicing the Vajra Five-Phase Wheel. As Gao Huan accepts reality and becomes truly mature, Gao Huan never dreams again.

Therefore, Gao Huan woke up almost instantly. Meng Zhen is very powerful in illusion, but he must have fatal weaknesses. Otherwise, Meng Zhen would have become one of the top ten true disciples.

Gao Huan guessed correctly. Meng Zhen’s illusion has a huge weakness, that is, it cannot suppress opponents of the same level. If Gao Huan can reach the fourth level of power stage, the eighteen acupoints are connected in one, and the vitality can protect the five senses and six senses, the power of the Butterfly Dream Sword will be difficult to form a real threat.

In the last battle, although Gao Huan could beat Wu Ling, his cultivation was always the third-level middle-level. In terms of fierceness and sharpness, he could compete with a fourth-level top-level cultivator like Wu Ling, but he failed to penetrate the eighteen acupoints. No matter how tough his mind was, he was involuntarily affected by the six external senses.

Gao Huan knew that it was not good, but his heart was not confused at all. The illusion of Butterfly Dream Sword is indeed wonderful, like a dream and a reality, which is unpredictable. But in this unpredictable space, Gao Huan can still control his body.

Although the six senses were deceived by the changes in vitality, they were caused by the warrior's control of the body, which could not be deceived by illusions. Gao Huan did not dare to retreat randomly. Facing the sword light, Gao Huan closed his eyes instead.

At this time, the six external senses were useless. What Gao Huan could rely on was to control his own body. Of course, Gao Huan did not close his eyes and wait for death.

The moment Gao Huan closed his eyes, he stomped his feet suddenly. Even the fourth-level top-grade Wu Ling was kicked down by Gao Huan. The strength on Gao Huan's legs was no less than that of the fourth-level top-grade warrior.

At this time, he tried his best to exert his foot. Although the foot was not the real ground, once he stepped down, the violent vital energy was transmitted in the five-colored all-encompassing space, which naturally caused a chain vital energy reaction.

The drastic changes in vital energy also destroyed the illusion world created by Butterfly Dream Sword. No matter how clever Meng Zhen is, he can control the illusion to reflect all the subtle changes in vital energy.

Gao Huan sensed the space within a radius of about a meter through the subtle reaction of the vital energy in the soles of his feet.

It's like throwing a stone in the water. After the water splashes, ripples will ripple and spread. The real changes in vitality are thousands of times more complex than this. No matter how brilliant Meng Zhen's illusion is, it can only target Gao Huan's external six senses, but cannot change these real changes in vitality.

Gao Huan, who understood the true meaning of martial arts, had a subtle sense of vitality, which allowed him to escape the influence of illusion and judged Meng Zhen's position.

Gao Huan's body twisted, like a swimming fish in the water suddenly swung its tail and turned around. The whole process was mysterious and natural.

The Qingfeng, which pierced Gao Huan's heart, suddenly shifted its target and came out of Gao Huan's armpit. Meng Zhen, who failed with a sword, was shocked. When he was about to change his move, the Qingfeng in his hand became sticky and heavy. When Meng Zhen shook his wrist and wanted to draw out the long sword, a foot wearing a marble shoe had already arrived in front of him.

Meng Zhen was shocked, and his body became weak, and he wanted to transform away. His foot suddenly turned and changed speed, whipping on Meng Zhen's ear like a whip. Meng Zhen was hit hard, and his head suddenly sank, and he couldn't use any magic tricks. Meng Zhen was shocked, "No, this person's leg technique is too terrifying, I want to retreat quickly..."

But no matter what thought Meng Zhen was turning around, he was as fast as a sudden rain and wind, and he didn't give Meng Zhen any chance to breathe. More than ten feet were already thrusting on Meng Zhen's head, kicking him out.

The romantic and suave Meng Zhen lies on the ground with no idea of ​​human affairs, his face swollen like a pig's head, and it is blue and purple, without the charm of the past.

Many true disciples outside the Five Colors and World Space are silent. Winning one is luck, winning two is luck, winning three is luck, then there is nothing to say. Gao Huan has proved with his strength that he is qualified to occupy a place among the true disciples, and among the hundreds of true disciples, Gao Huan is stronger than most people.

Four Kongs and Ten Kongs also looked at each other in the face. Gao Huan's strength made both of them shocked. The most important thing is that Gao Huan is only a middle-level third-level. If he is promoted to the fourth and fifth level, how can he be powerful?

Shikong regretted it a little. He shouldn't have been so rude to Gao Huan before. Sikong hated Gao Huan and believed that Gao Huan could win was largely because of the Five Elements Returning to Yuan Jade Belt.

This is exactly what is empty in the four points. It is also the Five Elements Return to Yuan Jade Belt that provides Gao Huan with endless pure energy, so that Gao Huan can defeat three fourth-level true disciples in a row.

Zhong Jun, the first person in Qinglong Hall, said gloatingly: "The disciples of Xuanwu Hall are just like this!"

There was no hint of embarrassment on Yudie Ruyu's handsome face, but he slapped and said, "This Wukong understands the true meaning of martial arts and has a very accurate grasp of the fighter. Senior Brother Faxiang has accepted a good disciple."

Ren Yunfei also said: "Wukong has extraordinary qualifications and a tenacious mind, and is a rare talent in recent years. I suggest that he enter the Red Lotus Holy Pond to practice for a year."

The Red Lotus Holy Pool is located deep in the Wanjie Cave. It is a space opened by the Red Lotus Holy Ancestor with his supreme supernatural powers. The space can automatically absorb the origin of the vital energy of the nine heavens and six paths, and practice for one day inside, which is equivalent to practicing for ten days outside.

The origin of the vitality in the Red Lotus Holy Pool makes it easier to get in touch with the way of heaven and earth. Among them, there are secret legends left by ancestors of all generations. If you have the opportunity, you can reach the sky in one step.

The reason why the sect has so many heavenly-level strong people depends on the power of the Red Lotus Holy Pool. This is the profound foundation of the sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The current sect leader, Jile Zhenjun, has been practicing in seclusion all year round, and has broken through to the ninth level of tribulation.

Generally speaking, only true disciples who win the first place in the competition are eligible to enter. But the time is only three months.

Ren Yunfei opened his mouth for half a year, which was really an exaggeration. However, the identity of the Dharma image was subtle. Miaoying, Yudiejun and Zhongjun had no idea, they would not stand up to be this evil person. Therefore, no one opposed this proposal.

The Dharma Image, who had been silent, nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your support." After the Dharma Image said this, this matter was decided.
Chapter completed!