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Eight hundred and twentieth chapters middle-aged man

On the White Stone Square, the figures move.

Everyone stared at the scenes inside the light curtains.

Some people are fighting in the light curtain, some are being beaten by the wind, while some are far ahead and keep approaching the exit of the underground palace.

And every time everyone's wonderful performances came from the light curtain, there was a lot of cheers at the scene.

Very lively.

Among them, the one that is discussed the most is the white scale.

Therefore, Bai Lin has been in the first place since entering the underground palace.

No one can match it so far.

When most people in the square saw Bai Lin's performance, they undoubtedly believed that Bai Lin was definitely the first place in this youth competition.

In addition to the white scales, Ling Yun is undoubtedly the one who pays attention to the most.

But after Ling Yun entered the underground palace, although he killed Tengyuan and the rest of the people with strong means and calmly passed the wind obstacle, he spent too much time in the first three passages, which made everyone quite disappointed with him.

Even his distance from the exit of the underground palace is the one among all participating young people who belong to the tail of the crane.

Not to mention entering the top fifteen.

"With his speed, he is still the first to walk out of the underground palace? He still wants to win the first place in this youth competition? Is it really a fool?"

"Although he has good combat power, his overall ability seems to be much worse than Bai Lin. I can guarantee that the number one throne of the youth competition this time is Bai Lin."

"Bai Lin is still a middle-level warrior at the second level of the Zhenwu Realm? How can he compare to those who have just entered the Zhenwu Realm?"

"I'm looking forward to what will His Majesty treat him when he doesn't win the first place after the Youth Competition is over? Did he really let him break it on the spot?"

Seeing that Ling Yun was far behind, everyone thought that Ling Yun had completely missed the first place in this youth competition.

However.

When this kind of argument becomes more and more prosperous.

A bizarre scene appeared.

Ling Yun suddenly exerted force in the distance after the third passage, and all the people he encountered were defeated by him in an instant, and the two wind obstacles he encountered did not have much impact on him.

So much so that Ling Yun, who was originally very backward, continued to surpass the people ahead, rushed from more than 20 to the fifteenth place, and quickly rushed into the top ten.

This made everyone at the scene exclaim.

None of them expected that Ling Yun's speed would be so fast.

This is simply ridiculously fast.

Next, when Ling Yun rushed into the top five, or even the top three, and finally equaled the white scales, and the distance from the exit of the underground palace was almost not much different from that of the white scales, everyone was extremely shocked.

"Has this kid suddenly got bloody? Why did he become so fierce all of a sudden?"

"It seems that he was probably not used to the psychedelic underground palace at the beginning. After he applied, he would show his true strength."

"Bai Lin has also encountered the obstacles of the wind several times, and it seems that the more you get to the back, the more trouble the obstacles of the wind will cause to the white scale. But why is this Wuming just the opposite? He stayed in the first wind for the longest time, and the obstacles he encountered later took even shorter time. Isn't this too strange?"

"Who said before that the number one throne in this youth competition is Bai Lin? Stand up and I promise not to beat him to death."

Ling Yun's performance surprised everyone.

In an instant, those who were disappointed with Ling Yun were once again full of hope for Ling Yun.

Bai Lin was far ahead before, without any suspense.

But now Ling Yun and Bai Lin are on the same horizontal line, and it becomes very confusing who can finally come out of this psychedelic underground palace sect.

So everyone held their breath again and watched without blinking.

"That's...the mystery of wind? Who is this kid? Not only does he master the mystery of thunder, but he also has fragments of the mystery of wind?"

The more Long Zhan looked at Ling Yun, the more strange he felt, and his eyes became deeper.

The rest of the people could not detect the mystery of wind, but the Dragon War, who had learned the mystery of fire, had a clear understanding of the mystery.

Generally speaking, looking at the entire Qingzhou, there are only a handful of people who can understand the mystery.

It was him, that is, the fragments of the mystery of fire that the ninth prince recently presented him, which made him understand a trace of the mystery of fire.

But now, a young man actually possesses fragments of the mystery of wind, and from Ling Yun's previous attack, he knew that Ling Yun had mastered some secrets of thunder, which made Long Zhan more suspicious and curious about Ling Yun.

Just then.

"Look? What's going on? After Wuming arrived at the palace behind the end of the passage, why did the light curtain where he could see suddenly become dark?"

Someone exclaimed.

Immediately everyone saw it, and the other light curtains still presented the pictures of the other young people participating in the competition. Only Ling Yun's light curtain had failed at this moment, and the pictures inside were completely invisible.

"What's going on?"

Long Zhan looked at Long Qianmo.

A cunning light appeared in Long Qianmo's eyes, but instead he explained to Long Zhan with a normal face: "Father, there are some problems with the formation in the psychedelic underground palace. The competition in the underground palace is still going on, and it is not possible to investigate and repair it for the time being. You can only wait for the competition to end. However, don't worry, this will not affect the progress of the youth competition."

When everyone heard this, they all wanted to know what situation Ling Yun would encounter in the palace next?

Should you encounter the other contestants or encounter obstacles from the wind?

But now that things have come to this point, they have no choice but to wait slowly.

Psychedelic underground palace.

After Lingyun entered the palace, a sound of wind breaking suddenly rang out.

call out.

I saw a sword light suddenly burst into flames and was about to fall on Ling Yun.

The sky is like facing a great enemy.

My whole body became tense.

The sword light appeared too suddenly, and the sword light was so fierce that it made people feel heartbroken that it suddenly exploded, and most people couldn't react in time.

Even if he is a middle-level warrior at the second level of the Zhenwu Realm, he will probably be in trouble when facing such a surprise attack.

Once attacked by him, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Even Ling Yun didn't react at this moment.

"laugh!"

But when the sword eye was about to slash on Ling Yun's body, a shield condensed from flames suddenly condensed on the surface of Ling Yun's body, blocking the sneak attack.

There is no doubt that it was the Yanhuo Taitianzun who took action.

clang clang.

The harsh metal collision sounded through Lingyun's ears.

But Ling Yun didn't care.

He scanned the entire palace and saw a figure emitting a cold aura in the palace.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties.

"I didn't expect that you kid is indeed a little capable. I can resist such a sneak attack. No wonder His Highness the Third Prince wants to send me to secretly solve you."

A cold voice came out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and then there was an extremely powerful and oppressive feeling. The oppressive aura pressed heavily on Ling Yun's body, making Ling Yun a little breathless.
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