On the surface of the Water Spirit Lake, a huge whirlpool, as if swallowed by a magic mouth, disappeared in a snap of a finger. Under the lake, in a vacuum whirlpool area, a slender and upright young man, squinting his eyes slightly, the corners of his clothes fluttering in the wind, hitting the surface of the water, but not dripping.

Clenched his fists, surging spiritual power, rising from the dantian, Yuehua felt that her whole body was full of strength, even if she was facing a spirit person in the high-level spirit soldier realm, she dared to fight.

After re-comprehending it, Yuehua's control of spiritual power has reached an unprecedented height, although its strength is in the intermediate spirit weapon realm, it is no worse than the high-level spirit soldier realm.

The cultivation is too easy to decide, and the spiritual power is tempered thousands of times, and its strength is far from being comparable to that of ordinary spirits. The difference between the high-level spirit weapon realm and the intermediate spirit soldier realm lies in the strength of the spiritual power.

Generally speaking, the spiritual power of the intermediate spirit weapon realm is a plate of loose sand, but the spiritual power of the high-level spirit weapon realm is a rock. After cultivating to the point where it was too easy to decide, Yuehua's spiritual power was a diamond. Compared to the high-level spirit soldier realm, it is only stronger.

"Boom!"

With a punch, the ripple-like spiritual power rippled away, and the entire lake trembled, and the cold qi around it dissipated in an instant. Yuehua pursed her lips, and her eyes showed through layers of lake water, shooting straight into the sky.

Yan Zehao, Feng Jing'er, the debt should be repaid!

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One hour, two hours, three hours......

The early morning sun shone on the cultivation ground of the Spirit King Academy, reflecting a bright red light, and in this red light, hundreds of thousands of spirit people stood motionless, and the ground that their feet were stepping on had sunk half an inch deep.

But they still kept their heads up, their eyes fixed on the teleportation array in the sky, and they were reluctant to blink their eyes.

The sun shone obliquely into his eyes, but no one closed them.

At this moment, their feet began to tremble, the sweat on their foreheads kept dripping, their hands clenched tightly, their teeth gritted and their lips closed, their tired eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at the teleportation array.

In the silent cultivation ground, the sound of snorting and panting could be heard clearly, and hundreds of thousands of spirits stood in place like statues, leaning into the sunlight, pulling up slender reflections, shadows intertwined with the human body.

On the teleportation array, dark blue light shot down in all directions, landing on thousands of statue-like bodies.

They have been waiting all night, waiting for a result! The middle-aged referee stood against the wind, stepped on the teleportation array, squinted slightly, did not move, and was silent.

At this time, someone finally couldn't help it, and shouted to the middle-aged referee above with dissatisfaction: "The time of the night has passed, it is impossible that there are still people in Shuiling Lake, start our second round of selection!" ”

The breeze drifted by, with bursts of coolness, the middle-aged referee stood in the wind, the corners of his clothes hit his body, and there was a continuous friction sound, his slightly narrowed eyes always kept one direction, and he heard the complaints from the audience, but he didn't even turn his head.

"There's one more person in the lake!"

An indifferent voice floated down, and the middle-aged referee stepped on the teleportation array, standing statuelike in the sun.

"One night has passed, Feng Jing'er, Yan Zehao and others have already returned, and those who have not come back have already been buried in Shuiling Lake!"

The sunlight shone obliquely on the faces of hundreds of thousands of spirit people on the cultivation ground, making the impatience on their faces even deeper. The feet that were half an inch deep in the ground were already faintly moving, and the sound of big and small chatters spread from the crowd.

Feng Jing'er on the side pushed Yan Zehao a few times and asked him to urge the middle-aged referee on the stage. When Yan Zehao was about to speak, the teleportation array, which had been quiet, suddenly burst out with a brilliant spiritual light, shooting straight into the sky, as if competing with the sun and the moon.

The middle-aged referee's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened.

On the teleportation array, a slender and tall young man stood in the wind, and under the gaze of thousands of eyes, his body floated into the cultivation ground.

"Whew!"

All the spirit masters on the cultivation ground gasped. And Feng Jing'er's face sank sharply, and Yan Zehao's whole person was stunned.

"Intermediate Spirit Soldier Realm?"

The breeze hit the eyes of the middle-aged referee, and his open eyes did not blink for a moment, and fell directly on Yuehua, his lips trembled, and he shouted these five words in surprise.

When he saw Yuehua's face clearly, his body shook and he was almost speechless. After a long time, he spit out a sentence: "The Junior Spirit Soldier Realm entered the Water Spirit Lake, stayed for one night, and took the opportunity to advance to the Intermediate Spirit Soldier Realm, little guy, you are an unprecedented genius in the history of the Spirit King Academy, but unfortunately, the Spirit Ascension Contest is only for the spirits of the Advanced Spirit Soldier Realm!" ”

The wind blew, and the messy hair covered the corners of Yuehua's eyes. Brushing up the hair at the corners of her eyes, Yuehua smiled indifferently, and her eyes moved from the middle-aged referee to Yan Zehao's body.

"The selection of the Ascension Competition, put aside for the time being, before that, I still have some things to deal with with this person!"

His eyes fell on Yan Zehao, Yuehua withdrew the vague anger at the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently.

"You're going to challenge me?"

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Zehao raised his head and smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth. Although I don't know what tricks the young man in front of him has used to stay in Shuiling Lake for so long, as the middle-aged judge said, he is only an intermediate spirit soldier realm, and he is not even qualified to participate in the Ascension Competition.

"Challenging you?"

Yuehua smiled slightly, tepidly, but then her eyes suddenly flashed a sharp cold light, approaching Yan Zehao, and said coldly: "I not only want to challenge you, I want to kill you, I said that I will not die today, and you will die tomorrow!" ”

The strong wind was howling, and what was supposed to be a calm cultivation ground raised a cloud of dust. Through the sharp cold light of Yuehua, people saw a solemn aura.

The middle-aged referee's lips moved slightly, as if he had something to say, but after seeing the murderous aura on Yuehua's face, he still remained silent, the strength of the junior spirit soldier realm, entered the water spirit lake without fear, and at first sight, the middle-aged referee understood that the young man in front of him, under the seemingly gentle and elegant appearance, had an indomitable will that ordinary people could not imagine.

Under the Water Spirit Lake, advancing from the primary spirit weapon realm to the intermediate spirit soldier realm, this is how strong willpower it takes to do it. There is no shortage of geniuses in the Spirit King Academy, but there is a shortage of strong-willed geniuses.

The sun on the horizon slowly rose, shining on the faces of hundreds of thousands of spirit people in the cultivation ground, reflecting the expressions of amazement.

What they were shocked now was not that the young man in front of them had spent a night in Shuiling Lake, but that the young man in front of them was going to challenge Yan Zehao, one of the five tigers of the Spirit Soldier Realm of the Spirit King Academy.

After spending a night in Shuiling Lake, who knows what tricks he played, maybe he had a spiritual weapon to resist the cold qi. However, as far as the challenge of the intermediate spirit weapon realm is concerned, Yan Zehao, who is the first in the high-level spirit weapon realm, is not something that ordinary people can do. It's no different from looking for death.

Although he didn't know what grievances the two had under Shuiling Lake, it was a fool's behavior that he chose to challenge Yan Zehao.

In the fiercely competitive Spirit King Temple, it is not forbidden to challenge spirits, and at the beginning of the challenge, life and death are up to the sky, and no one is allowed to interfere.