Because Wu Fan is difficult to improve the realm of palm art, it is difficult to step into the fourth realm, and he can't practice the lower half of the hollow palm that pierces the heart, so he will inevitably be irritable. Sitting down and running the true qi, he exhaled and refined the aura for a while, but seeing that the effect was not great, he ended today's cultivation.

The few spirit crystals that were used up in their usual cultivation had been exhausted, and now there were no better cultivation resources.

Feng Zuming, Jiang Hao, Shen Tianbao and the others had already seen Wu Fan cultivating under the Duoling Fruit Tree, and they didn't come to disturb them, and continued to practice their own activities. Wu Fan saw Shen Tianbao jump into the wide lake, and soon after, he surfaced again, cheering and catching another big fish, he could add vegetables and fight his teeth today.

On weekdays, Wu Fan only needs to bring rice, flour, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar from the earth's space, because there is too much game in Pangu's tears, and the meat is actually quite rich, so there is no need to worry about it at all.

After Wu Fan thought about it, he returned to Villa 8, then took a taxi to the headquarters of Yuanwu Technology, and went straight to Cheng Qiuyun's office.

Cheng Qiuyun was busy in front of the computer, and when she saw Wu Fan coming, she was overjoyed, but she pretended to be silent on her face.

"Qiu Yun, what's wrong? Don't you welcome me? Don't pour me a cup of tea. Wu Fan sat down on the sofa and pretended to be pitiful.

"You are a big carrot, although you told me before, you were infatuated with that Chinese teacher Qian Shuyue, I didn't expect you not to forget the old love, and at the company's celebration banquet, your performance was too ungraceful. Cheng Qiuyun's tone was sarcastic.

"What does that mean, I always want to marry you, although I have already registered with Li Meiyi, and you know it, but now I tell you, I am already a protector of the country, and I can marry multiple wives. Why haven't your parents arranged our marriage yet, it's my responsibility to urge it. Wu Fan had a serious expression, but in Cheng Qiuyun's opinion, he was very shameless, and his face was not ordinarily thick, but quite thick.

Do you know how many newspapers and magazines have interviewed me and reported on me, saying that I am an outstanding young man in the new era, an excellent entrepreneur, a guiding light for young people, and a young mentor for a new generation?" Cheng Qiuyun laughed, revealing a row of flawless teeth.

"You don't always believe what I say, and I can't help you. Wu Fan couldn't help but be discouraged.

"Come on, it's not that I don't believe in you, but I've already given most of the work to Kou Xiaowen, and I can follow you to cultivate the Tao right away, which is enough to trust you. This is the last pot of herbal tea, I just took a few sips, you can drink it. ”

Cheng Qiuyun's charming figure came gracefully, sat down beside Wu Fan, Wu Fan took the herbal tea from her hand, took a sip, and immediately reached out to hug her slender waist.

A masculine breath struck, making Cheng Qiuyun's heart ripple.

"A gentleman is cautious. I can let you kiss me, but you must not cross the red line. Cheng Qiuyun closed her eyes, pursed her mouth, and waited for Wu Fan's kiss.

Wu Fan lowered his head and kissed it, but his hands were not honest, and he touched Cheng Qiuyun's dress, and Cheng Qiuyun's little hands immediately stopped Wu Fan and prevented him from taking a step forward.

In the third hall of the underworld, seeing those powerful children, geniuses and arrogant sons, and warblers and swallows around him, Wu Fan was already on fire. At this time, seeing that Cheng Qiuyun still couldn't let go, she was irritable and couldn't help letting go of her.

"Qiu Yun, you and Miss Shangguan hand over the work as soon as possible, and I can take you into my world to cultivate. I have a world of my own, and I must not reveal this, or my life will not be saved. Needless to say, I have important things to do, and I'll come back to you later. Wu Fan said, no longer nostalgic, and turned to leave after saying goodbye.

Cheng Qiuyun stood up to see Wu Fan off, looking at the back of Wu Fan leaving, her thoughts were full of thoughts, she was stunned, and she felt guilty in her heart.

"Why are you reserved? Why don't you follow the call of your heart? Wu Fan, I don't know what important things you are doing, but you must be very tired, you need comfort, you need my comfort. Cheng Qiuyun blamed herself and shed tears.

After Wu Fan returned to Villa No. 8, he entered the tent in the third hall, and regardless of the crowding, he lay down next to Lao Zheng and fell asleep.

The third hall was already bright, and as it was yesterday, the game began at the hour of the hour. Wu Fan woke up listlessly to the urging of the Taoist, climbed out of the tent, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Lao Zheng and the others hurriedly packed up the tent, and put the wine bottles, wine bowls, tables and chairs, as well as the tent, into his space ring. He acted cautiously, and he also knew that the space ring was a rare treasure, so he quickly put it in while no one was paying attention. The other monks bundled their tents into a roll and placed them on the edge of the square with their wraps.

On the square, the equipment for the first and second rounds of the test matches has been removed, and the left and right sides are still divided into two competition venues, with each of the two teams occupying one side. There are more than 300 players in Wu Fan's group, and if they compete one by one, they will have to play more than 300 games, and no one can bear it.

However, the organizers of the tournament have rich historical experience, and after a few rounds, some monks will automatically abstain because of consecutive defeats and their health can not bear it. The further you go, the fewer players you can still play. Only the strongest part, whose points are getting higher and higher, and those who are still behind and have hope of entering the top 100 will barely support it.

Because it is forbidden to use weapons between the opposing monks, and completely rely on the true qi competition, the subtle gap in the realm will be clearly exposed, and within one or two moves, the winner and the loser will be distinguished. In each group of matches, the three referees collectively decided the penalty, and there is no doubt about the fairness and accuracy.

Both venues continued to erupt with explosions, cheers, cheers, and sighs. As soon as the competition began, wave after wave of enthusiastic atmosphere was set off.

Yun Feiyang, Chu Zhongxia and Wu Fan are all in the same group, the two of them seem to be very concerned about Wu Fan's record, every time they defeat an opponent, they have to look at Wu Fan to see who he is fighting against and what the battle situation is.

Yun Feiyang has won thirteen games in a row, with 26 points, and Chu Zhongxia's progress is faster, winning fifteen games in a row, and his points have reached 30 points.

Every time Wu Fan fights, he defeats the enemy with one move, because his true qi is really majestic, and he hits it with a heart-piercing empty palm, and the power is even more amazing. The vast majority of opponents, before they understood what was going on, were blasted out of the demarcated game field by him with a palm and were sentenced to defeat.

Chu Zhongxia was in the realm of the first level of cultivation, and sometimes he had to fight with people for more than three moves, seeing that Wu Fan was only at the middle level of enlightenment, and the momentum was so brave, he couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to challenge Wu Fan.

"Boy from the first temple, I will cripple you today, and it is better to get one more place for our third temple. Chu Zhongxia looked at Wu Fan opposite coldly, stretched out his right thumb, shook it down, and said with a contemptuous expression.

"Make a move, don't play useless, I'll make a move first, I'm afraid that you will say that I am a sneak attack, and I will not be convinced if I lose. Wu Fan looked old-fashioned and looked at Chu Zhongxia Dao.

"Okay, Nine Palms of Death—"

Chu Zhongxia didn't say anything anymore, shouted loudly, and used the ghost-level middle-grade martial art "Flying Sand Pai Yun Hand", among which the most ruthless palm killed nine palms and slapped it towards Wu Fan's face.

The nine palms are mixed into one palm, and one palm contains nine palms, which is really a strange and deadly palm technique, one palm is out, with the momentum of wind and thunder, and the huge palm print condensed by true qi blasted towards Wu Fan.

Wu Fan saw that the opponent's attack was fierce, and he didn't dare to take it lightly, so he turned his palm into a fist, and used the palm technique of piercing the heart and splitting the empty palm.

"Boom—"

The fists and palms intersected, and a loud bang was heard, which exploded violently in the air, and the smoke and dust rolled and the fire splashed everywhere.

The furious and astonishing momentum suddenly startled many of the surrounding monks, and countless eyes showed horror, and they all shot towards the scene of the match between Wu Fan and Chu Zhongxia.

The fist with the size of the basin, the residual momentum did not disappear, and it hit Chu Zhongxia's chest, flew out directly, and landed a few feet away.

Fortunately, Chu Zhongxia was not seriously injured, but there was a sharp pain in his chest, his clothes were tattered, and his skin was open. He struggled to get up, looking at Wu Fan with a shocked face and horror.

After all, it's a game, you can't beat people to death, Wu Fan only used sixty percent of his strength, he had such power, the corners of his mouth curved, and he showed a satisfied smile.

"Wu Fan of the first hall wins, accumulate 2 points!" said the Taoist in charge of the referee. The young Taoist who sat behind the table on the side of the arena immediately picked up his pen and recorded it on the table score.

"Brother Wu, come on!" "Well done, Brother Wu." Lao Zheng and the three of them stood on the edge of the competition venue, cheering loudly.

Yun Feiyang saw Wu Fan knock Chu Zhongxia out with one punch, and his face was cloudy. He really couldn't believe that the strength that had erupted from the middle level of enlightenment was so amazing. He had rudely probed Wu Fan's dantian qi sea before, and he had put away his contempt for Wu Fan, but this scene still made him unbelievable.

The game continued, Yun Feiyang didn't dare to look at Wu Fan, put away his provocative gaze, and looked for other opponents. More than 600 players are divided into two groups to compete, and each group plays two games at the same time, one-on-one, and four people play at the same time.

Wu Fan rested for a round before continuing to find someone to make a move. Chu Zhongxia healed and threw himself into battle again, but he had long lost his previous indomitable momentum, and he lost one of the two battles.

Many monks are not Wu Fan's opponents, and after twenty-four rounds, Wu Fan's points have reached 72 points. Although this result is not at the top of the list, there are still seven or eight people in front of him who have higher points than him, but judging from the situation that the remaining one hundred and forty or fifty people are still fighting, Wu Fan has entered the top 100, and there is no suspense at all.

For the rest of the game, I simply didn't play.

Wu Fan walked to the sidelines and sat on the ground with Lao Zheng, Huzhou, and Wang Weitao, chatting while watching the game situation.

"I paid attention to the matches in the two groups, and there were not many who won easily like the Wu brothers and did not lose a game. Wei Tao said admiringly.

"The third hall is indeed full of talents, and the young monks account for at least half of them, which is still stronger than our first hall. King Huzhou commented objectively.

"There are several white monks in the eighth and ninth halls, their strength is not weak, and they have all reached at least the middle level of cultivation, and it can be seen that they have already cleared the valley. Old Zheng said.

"When will we start to open the valley? Once we start to open the valley, it will still be helpful for our cultivation to enter the realm. "Huzhou Wang Road.

"Don't worry, Brother Wu's good wine, I haven't drunk enough yet, it's not too late to talk about it later. "Although Lao Zheng is not a glutton, he refuses to miss good wine.

Suddenly, Wu Fan's ears moved slightly, and a sound of true qi came into his ears.

"Wu Fan, why don't you keep playing? When it comes to rankings, you have to give it your all. ”

Wu Fan immediately stood up and looked in the direction where the voice came from. I saw a familiar figure standing on the high platform in the distance.

"Zhang Tianshi!"

When Wu Fan saw it, he was ecstatic in his heart, and immediately pulled out his feet and rushed away. Seeing Zhang Tianshi coming down the steps on one side, Wu Fan changed direction and greeted Zhang Tianshi under the high platform.

"Heavenly Master Daoist, I didn't expect to see you here. Wu Fan looked excited and bowed deeply.

"I didn't expect your cultivation realm to improve so quickly, but Poor Dao was shocked. Let's go to the side and talk about it. Zhang Tianshi stretched out his hand and asked Wu Fan to follow.

In the rest shed built after entering the high platform, Zhang Tianshi motioned for Wu Fan to enter one of the rooms and sit down at the small table together.

Zhang Tianshi is the deceased of Wu Fan's parents, when Wu Fan shuttled into the first hall of the underworld and was captured by Zhang Tianshi, he was able to get acquainted with each other, knowing that his parents were imprisoned by powerful people, and also thanks to his experience of passing on the Tao of cultivation "Three Flowers Secret Classic".

Seeing each other again in the third hall, Wu Fan was naturally excited.