At the beginning of a new round of challenges, who cares about Ji Yuning's feelings?

A topic that has become obsolete and no one wants to mention it anymore. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tomorrow's yellow flowers, it is better to be.

Seeing Yang Jun relaxed just now, all the disciples who had not yet experienced the tribulation of the Nine Heavens of the Galaxy all thought: The Nine Heavens of the Galaxy doesn't look very good!

Untempered teenagers always have some unrealistic fantasies, and when they see Yang Jun's success, their first reaction is not how strong he is, but that the Nine Heavens of the Galaxy is not worthy of the name.

Even, selectively forgot Ji Yuning's tragic situation. Perhaps, they think that Ji Yuning is too bad.

The facts will tell them everything, though.

Sao Nian, who had questioned the strength of other people just now, began to doubt his life the moment he stepped on the Dragon Pillar.

Is the head-butting stream going to grind people into pebbles?

What the fuck are these cold little needles!

On a row of dragon pillars, in addition to Yang Jun, there were seven people standing, one of whom was challenging one hundred and twenty jun.

After Yang Jun, this is already the third disciple to launch an attack on one hundred and twenty jun.

However, not many people paid attention to this young man, because the two people before him, on this Ugin Dragon Pillar, rolled down in embarrassment before they could stand for ten breaths.

Jiang Linxian was in a panic. He stared at the figure in the water curtain, and counted silently in his heart.

“…… Six, seven, eight, oh! ”

Sure enough, Jiang Linxian had just counted "eight", and the figure came out of the water curtain.

A sturdy young man staggered up the stone platform.

Jiang Linxian pursed his lips, don't do porcelain work if you don't have diamonds, one or two, why do you have to succeed.

After the other six people struggled in the water curtain for five minutes, in the messy and amazed eyes of everyone, Yang Jun stepped on the stone steps by the Black Dragon Pond in high spirits.

The two stewards behind Shen were stunned, and the one in charge of recording was even more eye-catching.

There was silence all around, except for the roar of water.

The six disciples who had been devastated by the spirit of the cold spirit just now turned their heads to look at Yang Jun with a ghostly expression.

Is this person coming out with them?

How much is that order just now?

In silence, Shen moved his lips slightly. He was stunned when he saw the steward in charge of recording behind him, and then he reminded him.

"One hundred and eighty jun."

Shen Ke's voice was very soft, but it exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderbolt.

One hundred and eighteen!

One hundred and fifty jun and one hundred and eighty jun seem to be only thirty apart, but it is by no means that simple.

Why are many people able to easily cross 80 jun, barely survive 100 jun, but don't even dare to try 120 jun?

Disciples who can cross the threshold of Baijun can gradually feel the pressure brought by the cold spirit essence in the first three rounds, and few people do thankless challenges again.

But after seeing Yang Jun easily pass one hundred and twenty jun, many people rose hope.

Just now, there were already three people who had tried to challenge one hundred and twenty jun, but without exception they withdrew halfway.

All three of them were in a trance, doubting that life had gone.

One hundred and eighty jun.

When Yang Jun heard this number, he didn't have any special reaction, he only nodded calmly, and the range of his movements was so small that he could barely see it.

Shen looked at the young man in front of him with heavy eyes.

He was not as tall as his chin and his body was thin, but he stood straight, like a weathered tree, but his face exuded vigorous vitality.

It's not easy!

Yang Jun saw that Shen didn't have anything to say, and turned around and walked towards the next dragon pillar.

He had tried to grab an ice needle just now, but it melted as soon as he got his hands on it, and like other ice needles, it burrowed into it as soon as it touched his skin. Yang Jun was a little curious about whether he could catch one.

He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some kind of hidden power contained in these fluttering elf-like needles, and this power just matched him.

Ka Ye smiled, could he have learned anything from this ice needle?

There were more and more ice needles gathered around him, and Yang Jun, who re-entered the water curtain, seemed to be wrapped in a thick fog.

There are so many ice needles, it should be easier to catch, right? Yang Jun thought to himself.

However, the number of ice needles is large, but it is more difficult to pick up a needle. He scooped it up, and there were more than three or five needles between his fingers.

And these ice needles still pierced the skin in an instant, hidden in the flesh and blood.

Yang Jun knew that the sharpness of his gaze and the speed of his body's reaction had long exceeded the limits of what he had ever imagined.

He is n times faster than the leopard running with all his might, he can walk with the wind, and he can even chase dust and electricity.

However, he couldn't grasp these small Xiaoice needles that looked fluttering and fluttering, and were as light as hairs.

Moreover, with the increase of external pressure, as a large number of ice needles poured into his body, Yang Jun gradually felt a sense of fullness in his body, like a balloon filled with water, full and full.

In particular, the bones of the whole body faintly give birth to a restless force, like the embryo to arch the eggshell, the germ to break the seed coat, and the bamboo shoot to break through the soil.

It's a feeling that is different from the previous times.

In this wonderful and fresh experience, Yang Jun gradually put his mind on the bones that were about to move.

Bell –

Just as Yang Jun was looking forward to the next moment of transformation, a "bell" suddenly sounded in his ears.

Yang Jun suddenly withdrew his divine sense that wanted to explore this feeling, and stepped down the Dragon Pillar.

The position he was standing at the moment was separated by three dragon pillars from the nearest gate.

And the young man who walked down from the dragon pillar at the same time as him was all embarrassed, although he did not vomit blood like Ji Yuning, who had experienced the heavy pressure of one hundred and twenty jun, and he was also a little vague under his feet, and he had not recovered from that cold and biting cold at all.

Only Yang Jun is full of spirits!

"Two hundred."

Shen Ke's lips moved slightly, and he gently spit out three words.

This time, except for Shen Ke, who still looked as usual, everyone present was messy in this dark underground.

People who have experienced the Nine Heavens of the Milky Way all looked at Yang Jun with an expression of "I'm really damn a hell".

Those who had not experienced the Nine Heavens of the Milky Way stared at Yang Jun with an indescribable frenzied and blazing eye.

Ji Yuning's face was like gold paper, crumbling.

No way...... No way...... How is this possible!

Two hundred jun......

Two hundred jun......

Many people are silently reciting this number.

Ji Yuning, Jin An, Jing Jing, Chu Ao, Feng Yuan......

Everyone's expressions were different, shocked, surprised, and incredulous!

For the first time, Jiang Linxian felt that his brain was not enough.

Two hundred pounds, that's six thousand catties, right?

His grandfather's, his grandfather's!

Lao Tzu's plan is just a hundred pounds!

In fact, Jiang Linxian's words were already putting gold on his face.