Wedge: All humility will be vulnerable in the face of strength

Chisheng Hitomi returned to the previous Fighting Spirit Field, this time he stepped into the square without hesitation, walked to the center, and the formation under his feet activated, and he clearly felt that the same Qingtian spiritual power in his body gathered with the urging of the formation. www.biquge.infoSure enough, after a while, a figure was formed, and his silhouette was a delicate young man, the same size as the red pupil, but because it was all transparent cyan, the specific appearance could not be seen clearly. He arched his hand at Chisheng Hitomi, and Chisheng Hitomi also arched his hand to him, and then he clenched his fist towards Chisheng Hitomi, who smiled slightly, and was not afraid, and also raised his fist to greet him. Qingtian's spiritual power penetrated into every cell, and the explosive power of the muscles was mentioned to the highest, bang! fist and fist opposite, not only the collision of physical power, but also the collision of Qingtian's spiritual power. The two fists pressed together, the spiritual power continued to urge, the muscles were agitated, and in addition, the other hand of both sides was gathering momentum. After half a breath, the two of them staggered their fists respectively, and at the same time, the fists that had already accumulated strength were raised, and the strong cyan light shone on the entire fighting spirit field, and Chisheng Hitomi suffered a small loss. His figure took dozens of steps backwards, there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, the opponent's spiritual power could attack people, at the moment when the two fists collided, Qingtian's spiritual power escaped from the opponent's pore fist, if he hadn't closed his fist in time, I am afraid that he would have been defeated, and he was still injured by this punch.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, the cyan figure was surrounded by smoke, wisps of cyan spiritual power seemed to be an obedient child wandering around him, and Chisheng Tong clearly felt that this was not the spiritual power condensation of the Lingzun Realm, but just a characteristic of Qingtian's spiritual power, or some kind of magic trick, the latter was more likely. "Do you have a spiritual power competition? I have it too", Chisheng Hitomi clenched his hands into fists, and the triple energy surged wildly, and the two of them bombarded each other again, an explosion sounded, and the formation under his feet ran wildly, and the cyan figure recovered extremely quickly. With each punch, countless spiritual powers flew around, except for the formation patterns on the ground, the surrounding walls were all scarred, and bursts of blue light flashed in the sky, accompanied by a thunderous explosion. In the Qingque Palace, in a magnificent high-rise building, doors opened one after another, "Who is this, such a big movement", a man shaped like a withered tree walked out of the door on the far left side of the first floor, "Yes, it makes the surrounding spiritual power confused, and I can't cultivate", the man in the room next to him also echoed. "You're okay, I just came, I'm already on the ninth day, and the last day doesn't make people feel at ease to cultivate", the people on the first floor discussed.

The door in the middle of the second floor also opened, and a man with flowing sideburns walked out, and at the same time, the doors on the other two sides opened at the same time. "Brother Ling Hao, you guys have also come out", he said to the man on the left, "Brother Mu Feng, I also want to see who has such a great ability, looking at the fluctuations, could it be the Gate of Heaven", Ling Hao was wearing a robe with red silk edges, and the bottom of the robe was embroidered with strange small patterns. "Hmph, Tianmen, the guys upstairs haven't been able to get in, you think Tianmen is so easy to enter", the person on the left snorted coldly, "Hehe, that's right, isn't it also on the second floor that Brother Ao is so talented", Mu Feng smiled, with mockery in his tone, "Wu Mufeng, if you want to humiliate yourself, then I can fulfill you", Arrogant eyes were cold, Wu Mufeng looked at him resentfully, but in the end he chose to swallow his anger. On the third floor, in the room on the right, a man dressed in white opened his eyes slightly, "Could it be that guy," he muttered to himself, then closed his eyes and continued to cultivate. Everyone didn't know that before they came, on the sixth floor that was out of reach, there was already a person, a man in a black robe and a man who exuded black qi all over his body, "Interesting, this scorching spiritual power, you really didn't disappoint me, I don't know how the little sister is", the corner of the man's mouth smiled slightly, and there was a little more expectation in his eyes. Of course, not only the Qinggong side, but also the Que Palace side also noticed the same in the sky, as well as the vibration of spiritual power in the air, but most of them continued to cultivate after looking at it, because no matter what, they couldn't see anyone making a fuss.

Chisheng Hitomi didn't know that someone had already been thinking about him before he passed through the Fighting Spirit Field, and at this moment, in the Fighting Spirit Field, the two figures and so on regressed, and the cyan figure became transparent in many places, obviously injured. Similarly, the red pupils are not much better, the clothes on his body are fine, there are thin wounds all over his body, his face is still blue and purple, and his long white hair is also dyed red. The only constant is that the bird on his shoulder is motionless, not even blinking his eyes, like a statue. The cyan figure's body became more and more transparent, and all the spiritual power was gathered in the fist, and this punch had to be received no matter what. If it is an ordinary spiritual power, it will either punch and exert force, or it will not punch without force, but Qingtian's spiritual power moves with consciousness, and it can exert force at the moment when the fist hits, so no matter how you hide, the spiritual power of the cyan figure is there. Therefore, this punch is the winner. Whew, Chisheng Hitomi exhaled, although the Qingtian spiritual power does not need to be controlled, but the triple gang energy still needs to be accurately controlled, and the spirit control technique is operated to the extreme, and the surrounding air begins to be hot. Half of the entire Dou Ling Arena was cyan, half red, and the triple energy was kneaded into a force ready to go.

Both sides understood each other's intentions, and the red pupil did not stop, and the tree pattern in his abdomen exploded directly, carrying terrifying and scorching spiritual power, and a punch slammed into the fist of the transparent figure. Half a breath later, a white figure flew upside down and crashed into Qiang, and the red light illuminated all the sky in the Fighting Spirit Arena red. Chisheng Hitomi's punch just blasted out at the passage on the other side of the Dou Ling Field, and the scorching spiritual power swept through the entire passage, not only that, but the other end of the passage was the magnificent attic. At this moment, the people in the attic were about to go out to check because of the burning sensation in the air, and a terrifying wave of panic surged towards the attic, and the sound of crackling doors resounded throughout the attic. All the doors were blown in, and the people on the first floor were the worst, and they were directly swept up and smashed to the ground by this fluctuation, and a piercing chill and fear rose in the hearts of the people. Such terrifying power had long exceeded their understanding and cognition of the spirit master, and everyone walked out of the room one by one, staring intently at the dark passage. Chisheng Hitomi got up from the corner of the wall, covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the moment the spiritual power exploded, the spiritual power condensation of the disembodied Tianque Palace disciple disappeared. If it was all a real person, he knew very well that this blow would not be enough to hit the opponent, at most, he would sit cross-legged on the spot and breathe.

I have to say that Qingtian's spiritual power recovery ability is also first-class, and he will breathe well in less than a while, although the spiritual power of a tree pattern has not yet recovered, but it is harmless, he took out a green shirt and put it on his body again, and walked towards the passage in stride. None of the people in front of the attic returned to the building to cultivate, and they all felt that the spiritual power in the air had returned to normal, which meant that the battle was over, and that terrifying guy was about to come over. As everyone held their breath and concentrated, a figure finally became clear from the dark passage, everyone's pupils dilated, and what appeared in their eyes was not the big tall man with a fierce face in their imagination, nor the cold petite young master. It's a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with half eyes, average appearance, and no strength at first glance. Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, they all see disbelief in each other's eyes, Chisheng Tong also stood in front of the door and was slightly stunned, not that there were so many people looking at him, but the plaque hanging in the attic, the plaque said Refining Pavilion, he was asking Uncle Tian, so he didn't care too much about a bunch of people staring at him. "Uncle Tian, what kind of place is this", Chisheng Hitomi asked, "This is the place where the disciples of the Qinggong Palace cultivate, and there are people who come behind closed doors, and those who come can enter and cultivate." The disciples of the Heavenly Gate can go up to any layer within the sixth layer to cultivate, and if the door is open, it means that there is no one, and they can go directly to cultivate. But it looks a little troublesome", Uncle Tian naturally saw the person staring at him in front of the attic.

"I hope my appearance scares them," Hitomi Akayu said jokingly, and then, under the gaze of everyone, Hitomi Akayu walked towards the stairs to the right of the attic. "This brother, in the Lower Sword Domain, Ling Moyuan, dare to ask where the brother is from", Chisheng Tong looked up, this person was dressed in blue clothes, and he was carrying a long sword behind him. "Brother Tai is polite, in the lower Shao Yu Bai Pupil", Chi Sheng Tong replied, "What, Shao Yu", Ling Moyuan's eyes widened, not only him, but the people around him were also shocked, pointing and pointing one by one. "I thought it was the child of the race on the race list, it turned out to be the person who was called the exiled land Shao Yu", Wu Mufeng said disdainfully, "How can such a pariah, how can he be qualified to go upstairs", said arrogantly, "That's right, Mo Yuan", Ling Hao shouted downstairs. "Young Master", Ling Moyuan bent down deeply upstairs, "Exiled thing, I don't want him to interfere with our cultivation, do you understand", Ling Hao's voice came faintly, as if he had thrown away a vase. "Understood, young master", Ling Moyuan got up, Chisheng Hitomi looked upstairs, the three of them looked at him calmly, and then prepared to turn around and enter the attic. "You also heard it, if you want to blame it, you can only blame you for being from Shao Yu", Ling Moyuan pouted. Chisheng Hitomi didn't speak, he shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to cultivate today", the flat voice spread throughout the audience, and everyone present was stunned. The three people on the second floor also turned around and came back when they heard his words.

At the moment when Ling Hao turned around, a white shadow came to Ling Moyuan in a blink of an eye, and the red pupil bounced up at a lightning speed, and the Qingtian spiritual power exploded, and a punch was sent to Ling Moyuan's abdomen. Before Ling Hao could turn around, he felt a black shadow smashing at him, and without hesitation, he pulled out the long sword in his hand and turned around and swung it. Yes...... , Ling Moyuan screamed, his body was split in half alive, "Tsk, it's very cool to cut", Chisheng Tong looked at Ling Hao with a playful face, "Damn cheap thing, you are looking for death", Ling Hao's eyes were about to split, "Brother Ling, don't be excited, such a cheap ......", "Cheap your sister", Chisheng Tong directly interrupted Wu Mufeng's words, "You come down, this son beat you to your knees today and beg for mercy." Wu Mufeng narrowed his eyes, his eyes burst with murderous intent, "What do you see, if you don't dare, shut up your son, otherwise you won't be able to take care of yourself in life, and your father and mother won't be able to distinguish yourself", Chisheng Hitomi looked sarcastic and disdainful. "Boy, I want you to die", Wu Mufeng finally couldn't bear it anymore, jumped downstairs directly, and fell over the top of Chisheng Hitomi's head, Chisheng Hitomi turned his back to the attic, and Wu Mufeng took out a strange weapon. It was a sword, but it was surrounded by blades on all sides, and the entire weapon was covered in notches, and these notches were barbed one by one, and this weapon was a little more bizarre than his hooked sword.

"Boy, ...... to die", Wu Mufeng stabbed him directly, but he overestimated his own strength and knew nothing about his opponent. The red pupils did not move, and the weapon was close to the face, ding...... A soft groan came into everyone's ears, and just as they were looking for the source of the voice, the golden fingers of the red pupils had already collided with Wu Mufeng's weapon. The golden light bloomed, the long weapon broke inch by inch, and finally the golden finger was about to pass through Wu Mufeng's chest, and the red pupil suddenly changed into a palm. Bang! The sound of shaking woke everyone up in a daze, Wu Mufeng's body had flown out, and a deep human imprint was imprinted on the wall in the distance. "Who else has an opinion", the young man's flat voice spread throughout the audience, and no one dared to pant loudly as far as his eyes could see, and finally everyone turned their eyes to Ling Hao on the second floor, Ling Hao's face was uncertain, he shook the long sword in his hand, and finally let go, and then turned around and entered the attic without saying a word. "Boy, how did you become indecisive", Uncle Tian's voice sounded, Chisheng Hitomi shook his head slightly, and then walked straight up the stairs. Just after he disappeared around the corner of the attic, the people of Mu Ne turned their eyes to Wu Mu Feng in the corner, and they saw milky white things overflowing from Wu Mu Feng's body, and then his whole body softened and turned into a puddle of flesh.

Everyone was scattered, and they all returned to their respective rooms as quickly as possible, closing the door. From then on, they knew that in Shao Yu, which was called the place of exile, there was a white-haired and golden-fingered one-eyed boy, this young man was extremely talented, decisive and decisive, and he was a generation of Tianjiao, he was called - Bai Tong.

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