The domineering cold air flow attracted the spiritual sea to sweep through the meridians.

The crazy operation of the immortal devouring heaven trick, stream after stream, a steady stream of air poured into the body.

Body.

The flame aura covered by all the meridians was extremely domineering, devouring the meridians fiercely.

Boom, boom.......

The flame aura and the domineering airflow slammed fiercely, guarded by the airflow released by the Immortal Devouring Technique, and the meridians would not be destroyed.

Even so.

Long Hao was still cautious, for fear of destroying the meridians.

The scorching air, the riot raged.

It's crazy.

"It's stubborn."

Sneered.

Gradually.

On Long Hao's forehead, a totem mark appeared.

A vast and majestic dragon breath entered the body along with the domineering air current, and began to devour the flame air flow fiercely.

Majestic dragon breath, domineering airflow, under double devouring.

The flame air flow could not resist it at all.

Time passed bit by bit.

The dawn of the morning enveloped the entire land.

Forcibly urging the dragon totem imprint consumes the power of the soul very much, sweating profusely, and the body is a little shaky.

With the confrontation, Shangguan Yuxin had gradually fallen asleep.

Stopped running the Immortal Devouring Heaven Formula, and the dragon totem seal on his forehead disappeared at the same time.

Throughout the night, he finally eliminated the flame airflow in Shangguan Yuxin's body, gently covered it with a quilt, and slowly left.

The martial arts training ground is full of voices.

In today's competition, only ten martial artists participated, competing for only three places, and they could successfully enter the inner courtyard to cultivate.

No. 1 Tournament Stage.

"Long Hao, you know, you can't be my opponent."

Ling Yun, an eighth-level martial artist, in the outer courtyard, his strength can definitely rank in the top five.

Standing proudly, without the slightest intention of retreating, the battle intent on his body continued to soar, like a fierce beast, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Humph!"

Feeling the terrifying battle intent sweeping over, Ling Yun snorted heavily, and with an arrow step, the whole person was like a falcon, grabbing Long Hao fiercely.

"Three-grade martial arts, open mountain palms."

Ling Yun's move was extremely fierce, Long Hao's palms condensed, and he used the Huangquan Killing Palm, pouring out.

"Long Hao met the eighth-level martial artist Ling Yun, if he can still win, I will kill myself here."

In the eyes of everyone, Long Hao is only a seventh-level martial artist, and his ability to advance to the top ten is completely based on luck, not his own strength.

Spectators.

Shangguan Yuxin's eyes were a little confused, she didn't know what happened last night, and when she got up today, she found that the meridians that were bothering her had been swallowed and healed, and she no longer had to worry about being paralyzed.

What's wrong with you?

The fierce and domineering palm strength went straight to Long Hao's chest, without the slightest mercy on his subordinates.

Rank 8 martial artist?

If you use your bloodline supernatural powers, even if you are a ninth-level martial artist, you can easily wipe them out, and the previous thunder is a lesson from the past.

Long Hao's body erupted with an astonishing momentum, and everyone who was originally mocking and contemptuous showed shock on their faces one by one, as if they didn't expect that a seventh-level martial artist could have such a strong strength.

Rumble!

Under the continuous bombardment, Ling Yun retreated step by step, and was very shocked in his heart, could it be that the first place in the outer courtyard three years ago is back again?

Three years ago, Long Hao was known as the first person in the outer courtyard, he was very strong, and he was also the most promising person to break through the martial arts realm and enter the inner courtyard to cultivate.

Back then, Ling Yun didn't dare to challenge Long Hao at all.

roared, no matter how brilliant the other party was at the beginning, now he is only a seventh-level martial artist, and as an eighth-level martial artist, if he can't even handle the other party, how can he save face?

He must defeat Long Hao, not only to enter the top five, but also to enter the top three, so as to set foot in the inner courtyard to cultivate.

Entering the inner courtyard is something that every student in the outer courtyard dreams of.

"Open the mountain, the palm has no shadow."

The palm shadow flickered, condensed into a palm power vortex, as if to tear the space, and the domineering power swept in, wave after wave, and the continuous attacks were connected into the palm shadow water curtain, launching the craziest offensive.

The palm offensive of the wind and rain is extremely domineering.

Rumble!

Casting a palm of Huangquan to determine life and death, Long Hao did not have the slightest politeness, and the domineering palm power blasted out fiercely, directly shattering the opponent's qi waves.

The palm power was raging, tearing the entire competition platform, the two domineering palm forces bombarded each other, and the wild air flow impacted the surroundings, but each competition platform was shrouded in a powerful air cover, and the air wave could not leak out at all.

In front of everyone, Long Hao did not use his bloodline supernatural powers, including the Chaos Creation Palm, and he would not use it easily unless he had to, after all, this matter was leaked out, and he knew what it meant when he thought about it.

Ling Yun's self-confidence had already been destroyed, if it weren't for Long Hao's inability to cast the Chaos Creation Palm, as well as his bloodline supernatural powers, otherwise, I am afraid that he would not even be able to resist the three moves.

This is Long Hao's toughness and domineering.

Quiet!

Is this still a waste that can't condense spiritual power for three years?

With the seventh-level martial artist realm, not only did he resist the eighth-level martial artist, but he even pressed step by step, and the original ridicule, contempt and contempt were all gone.

"Long Hao, it's me who underestimated you, I believe that in less than a year, you should be able to return to the top, but now you are not my opponent, take me to open the mountain, the last style, the sky will fall apart!"

Three grade martial arts, opening the mountain palm, a total of six styles, for several years, Ling Yun specialized in this martial arts, and finally half a month ago, successfully comprehended the last style.

The terrifying palm power is like a fierce and ferocious beast, relying on sharp fangs, which is very eerie and terrifying under the scorching sun.

"Three-grade martial arts, the last flash of the opening palm, I really didn't expect that Ling Yun would comprehend it, under the ninth-level martial artist, no one is his opponent."

"It seems that apart from Senior Brother He Ming, Ling Yun should be able to enter the top three."

The palm shadows became denser and denser, more and more terrifying, and the layers were superimposed and covered, Long Hao did not have the slightest intention of retreating, but a huge battle intent rose on his body, constantly condensed, and swept out.

Don't dare to be careless, and immediately use the palm technique that he has fused and comprehended, and one palm of Huangquan determines life and death.

Both of them used their strongest martial arts, and their palms were all over the sky, forming a huge storm of palm shadows, sweeping the entire martial arts platform, and the figures of the two were involved.

Boom, boom.......

The air hood of the entire tournament platform began to tremble, and as the battle heated up, few people could see through the two people in the Palm Shadow Storm.

In a flash.

The Palm Shadow Storm shattered instantly, and the air shield that enveloped the competition platform began to tremble slightly.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Ling Yun suffered a heavy blow, his body almost collapsed, he knelt on one knee, and blood drops kept dripping from the corners of his mouth, if it weren't for Long Hao's mercy, Ling Yun would have fallen now.