"Naturally, there will be nothing wrong with the elder's introduction, and the disciple will choose this set. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Net?w ≤ "Wu Kun said lightly, the primary exercises of the king level, the choice of his own is naturally the primary practice of the king level of the earth spirit root, and his main spirit root is the earth spirit root, which is also more convenient to cultivate."

"Give!" the red-robed elder smiled and handed Wu Kun a jade slip filled with a strong aura of earth spirit roots.

"Sometimes, it's not difficult to get the king-level primary exercises!" After taking the jade slip, a smile appeared on the corner of Wu Kun's mouth, calculating, defeating a second-layer of the Transformation Stage can get a set of king-level primary exercises, which is really not too difficult.

Looking at the scene of the primary exercises of the King Rank of the Square Sect, it made the people around them go crazy, but they could only look at and envy.

At this moment, all the disciples have sorrows and joys, and those who lost can only be depressed, and the victorious disciples are happy in their hearts, but they are also worried about tomorrow's competition.

An hour later, Wu Kun had already returned to the courtyard arranged by the Shushan Sword Sect with the people of the Feather Sect, and four disciples won the first round, and it could be seen that the elders and Feng Qingyun were also in a good mood.

Only Han Li was depressed, and he had been following behind his master Feng Qingyun with his head down.

Back in the courtyard, Feng Qingyun directly ordered Wu Kun and the other four disciples who won and entered the second round of tomorrow to recover well, and each of them was given a five-grade primary elixir to restore spiritual power.

"Senior brother, you did a good job today. In the room, the fat tiger held his little head high and jumped onto a seat in the room and said softly.

"That's right, I'm your big brother. Wu Kun pursed his lips and smiled.

"Don't be careless, I feel that many people seem to be extraordinary. The nine-tailed demon fox Ahri said lightly.

"Hmm. Wu Kun nodded slightly, and he also noticed in his heart that many of the people who participated in the conference this time had a lot of strength hidden, why not himself, the first round, the real strength of the people, at least in the third round, or even the fourth round.

At this time, when I returned to the courtyard, it was already afternoon. Sitting cross-legged, for the second round tomorrow, Wu Kun also began to practice pranayama.

However, Wu Kun did not take the five-grade pill given by Feng Qingyun just now, because today's shot only had two moves in total, and for his huge dantian qi sea, this consumption could be recovered in a moment.

When Wu Kun entered the cultivation state, the entire Shushan City was talking about today's competition, and he also saw the strength of those inner disciples under the Seven Great Sects.

And the remaining 28 people who will enter the second round tomorrow have also become the main talking objects, and the information of these 28 people is also hanging high on the walls of the betting shop.

In anticipation of everyone, the next day will come again......

In the room, Wu Kun opened his eyes, the essence in his eyes flashed, the consumption in his body yesterday had already recovered, and a night of pranayama cultivation made Wu Kun feel that there was power in his body.

Stretching his waist, several joints in his body clicked, and a feeling of pleasure surged over his body.

"In today's second game, it's time to choose the Fire Spirit Root King-level primary exercises. Wu Kun muttered softly.

On the Shushan Square, early in the morning, it was crowded with dense figures again, and when Wu Kun once again followed the Shushan Sword Sect's flying desolate demon to the square, he also saw that outside the square, some people who came late were already crowded outside the square, unable to enter, and blocked the surrounding streets with water.

In a lively noise, when the twenty-eight disciples came on the stage today, many lively boys and girls around had already remembered the names of many people, and these twenty-eight people, in one day, had accumulated a lot of their own fan popularity.

Listening to the noisy boiling shouts, Wu Kun raised his eyebrows, and it was in the chaotic shouts that he heard the voices of Feng Yaoguang, Xingcai, and Thorn Rose, and even Duan Lang had the screams of many girls, but he didn't have his own.

"What a vision. Wu Kun looked around, after listening to it once, he still didn't have his own name, which made Wu Kun depressed, his performance yesterday seemed to be good, could it be that the distance was too far for the audience to see clearly?

In the second round, the opponent was decided by drawing lots, and the procedure was exactly the same as yesterday, when the twenty-eight people on the field were completely standing, a huge bell rang again in the square.

"Buzz ......"

When the bell rang, the noisy shouts of the surrounding spectators were completely silent.

"Today in the second round, the rules are the same as yesterday. "It was still the red-robed elder of the Shushan Sword Sect who presided over the meeting, and the twenty-eight people took out a number jade plate in front of the deacon of the Shushan Sword Sect in turn, and each of them also went to their own number area.

"Wu Kun, in the second game today, don't lose. Duan Lang's voice fell, and the figure had already left.

"Little thief, how many are you?" Feng Yaoguang asked when he came to Wu Kun's side.

"Number three. Looking at his number jade card, Wu Kun said.

"I'm Area Five, so be careful. After Feng Yaoguang finished speaking to Wu Kun, the spiritual power under his feet flashed, and then he arrived in the No. 5 area.

In the third area, when Wu Kun's figure fell, there was already a young man in yellow standing in the field, his figure was slightly thin, and there was a glint in his eyes.

"The peak of the third layer of the Transformation Period, a disciple of the Great Xuanzong. Wu Kun looked at this yellow-clothed young man, judging from the leaking breath, he had already reached the peak of the third layer of the Transformation Stage, if it was in the Feather Transformation Sect, it would also be the first and second strength in the mountains and rivers list.

At the same time, the young man in yellow was also looking at Wu Kun, and there was not much change in his eyes.

"I don't know if those disciples will be able to enter the top fourteen today. ”

On the stands, the sect masters, heads, and elders of the major mountain gates all looked at the square below with some solemn eyes, and today twenty-eight will lose fourteen, and the competition is definitely fierce.

"It's up to you to see the strength of these younger generations. ”

"Buzz ......"

In the midst of the conversation in the stands, the second round began again as a bell rang.

The four eyes met, there were no superfluous words at all, and all the figures immediately swept out.

In an instant, everyone only felt that the sight in front of them was a flower, and a series of lights and shadows flashed, and then the symphony of gold and iron and sparks flashed from the center of the field.

Most of the people on the square could only see more than twenty blurred shadows in the field, tearing through the air with a sharp whining sound, and then on the hard rock square, more or less cracks would crack and spread due to the collision of spiritual power.

Most of the people who fought were almost the same in strength, but even if they couldn't see the exact battle, the onlookers could imagine the intensity of the battle from the almost inseparable momentum.

In the third area, the spiritual power of the two people suddenly surged, and in the square, the two breaths made the space suddenly condense, and Wu Kun's body was already shrouded in a pale yellow shield.

"Bell!" two scimitars appeared in the hands of the young man in yellow, the scimitars were intertwined like a circle, and the periphery was a sharp blade, and the cold light on it was clear. This kind of magic weapon is definitely rare.

Wu Kun raised his eyebrows slightly, he still didn't have a magic weapon, but he suffered a little.

"Huh!" The other party didn't have much to say, on top of a pair of scimitars in his hand, a blue blade light brought up a mist of air, and instantly rushed straight to Wu Kun.

"Incarnate Light Feather". ”

The spiritual power under Wu Kun's feet surged, and two cyclones appeared in an instant, and the figure had already disappeared in place.

"Woo Woo ......"

The yellow-clothed young man of the Great Xuanzong is definitely not weak, and the degree is also extremely fast, but a pair of scimitars in his hand are like two tricky soft snakes, bringing up two arc blade lights, cutting through the spatial airflow and heading towards Wu Kun.

"Guardian of the Thick Soil". Wu Kun snorted lightly, and with a wave of his palm, a huge earthy yellow shield suddenly swept out, allowing the two blade lights to fall on it, and the powerful penetrating power surged out above the blade lights, with two dark energies, and in just a moment, the "Thick Earth Guardian" began to crack.

"Click......" But when "Guardian of the Thick Earth" was all broken, Wu Kun's figure suddenly jumped out, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a palm-sized ball of flame in his hand had condensed.

"Flame Blast. ”

With a low snort, a palm-sized fireball in Wu Kun's hand instantly came out, and a blazing aura in the entire space rose sharply, and the powerful aura pressed down, directly enveloping the surrounding space and crushing around the yellow-clothed young man.

The look in the eyes of the yellow-clothed young man sank slightly, and the blade light on the pair of scimitars in his hand rose sharply, and a pair of scimitars in his hands continued to strike out like lightning, cutting through the spatial airflow, and afterimages appeared in front of him with blue mist.

There are more and more remnants of the blade light, and the face of the yellow-clothed young man also swells with a pale touch with the change of a pair of scimitars, and in an instant, his arm shook suddenly, and a crisp thunderclap sound sounded at the joints, and the scimitar in his hand had already drawn a blade light shield and swept out, and above the blade light, there was a thick water mist that covered the air, making the entire space permeated in a fog.

In this lightning and flint, Wu Kun's eyes lit up, and the "Flame Explosion Fist" had already been pushed onto it, and the fireball spun out, and then it expanded rapidly, and the space was directly torn apart by a blazing arc, and a blazing and terrifying coercion spread out like a mountain and a sea.

The terrifying power poured out, and the young man in yellow suddenly looked stunned, feeling this terrifying energy, as if he didn't expect the other party's strength to be so strong.

"Bang Bang ......"

The aura spread, and the fireball exploded in midair, and the vibrating space rippled violently, and the blazing flames swept across the sky. And at this moment, the blade light condensed by the yellow-clothed young man was visible to the naked eye under the impact of the terrifying force, and it was directly shattered into pieces, turning into aura and disappearing into space.

"Bang!"

Under the strong force, the two of them each shook back, and after their figures staggered, they retreated in an instant.

Wu Kun looked at the young man in yellow, the inner disciple of the Great Xuanzong, just this one, he would not be under Duan Lang or Han Li.

At this moment, in the entire square, the figures flashed, the spiritual power collided fiercely, and between the collisions of spiritual power, the sound of sonic boom continued to sound, and the powerful energy bombarded together, and the ripples of spiritual energy that diffused swept away the dust on the square at any time.

In the third area, the four eyes faced each other again, staring at Wu Kun, and the expression of the young man in yellow was already solemn at this time.

"Your Excellency's strength is not weak, I will use all my strength. Looking at Wu Kun, the young man in yellow said slightly, when the words fell, his hands shook, and the pair of scimitars were put away, and in an instant, a white spiritual power seeped out from his body, and a pair of spiritual power wings suddenly condensed behind him.

"It's also a Twin Spiritual Root Monk. Wu Kun looked at the young man in yellow, but he was a little surprised, just now this young man has been revealing the water spirit root, and now it is the gold spirit root.

"Jin Linggen, I have it too. Wu Kun, Wu Kun smiled slightly, the "Wings of the Golden Eagle" was expanded behind him, and his figure was also in mid-air.

The two of them were in mid-air, each wrapped in a rich golden spiritual power, and their wings expanded and vibrate, bringing a spatial ripple and swaying.

"Metal Storm. Without much delay, the young man in yellow shouted, his handprint was already instantaneous, a palm print was about to be launched, and there was a white violent air flow on the handprint, and the air flow churned, bringing up a strong energy like a violent wind sweeping, and the oppressed space began to whine and resounded with a sonic boom, and the space around the palm print was slightly distorted and illusory.

"Che Zhangmen, I didn't expect that disciple in your sect to also be a Twin Spirit Root Cultivator!" Feng Qingyun looked at the yellow-clothed young man who was competing with Wu Kun at this time, and said with a slight smile.

"Wind Sect Master, that's not as good as your two Three Spirit Root Cultivators of the Feather Sect!" Che Taixuan smiled slightly, his eyes were also focused on the disciples in the door, the disciples of the Feather Sect were on the first floor of the Transformation Stage, he naturally saw it, although he was a Three Spirit Root Monks, he was also a little extraordinary, but the disciples in his own sect were the third layer of the Transformation Stage, and they were also Twin Spirit Root Monks, in his heart, he already thought that he had won.

Feng Qingyun smiled slightly and looked at Wu Kun, but there was no nervousness.

"Huh!" The young man in yellow did not delay, the handprint in his hand changed rapidly, and the palm print had already collapsed towards Wu Kun, and the huge palm print suddenly surged, and finally turned into a white round wind arc, the wind arc shrouded the surrounding sky, and the violent wind was enough to tear the spatial ripples.

His wings shook, and in an instant, the body of the young man in yellow almost turned into a yellow shadow, and he rushed directly towards Wu Kun.

Raising his eyebrows, Wu Kun was not too dignified, the handprint began to change, and said lightly: "End it early!"

When the words fell, Wu Kun still turned into a blurred green shadow and did not retreat but advanced, and the figure shot out, at the same time, in both hands, each already had an attack power condensation.

"A Thousand Wrought Iron Sand Palms". ”

"The Golden Wind Sweeps. ”

When the light shout fell, in Wu Kun's hand, two spiritual root attack forces suddenly surged.