"It's so pure Xuanqi, so comfortable. Wu Meng devoured the Xuanhuang maternal qi in Mo Qingyu's body, and immediately felt the Xuanhuang maternal qi in his body skyrocket, and the warm feeling in his body made him enjoy it very much.

At this moment, he understood the secret of Mo Qingyu's ability to defeat the Hidden Realm with the peak cultivation of the Mountain Moving Realm, and the quality of the Xuan Qi in his body was very high, which showed that the Xuan Gong he cultivated must be very strong, Wu Meng had a different kind of thought in his heart, how strong would it be if he could also have such a powerful Xuan Gong?

"What? Why is it gone?Has it been devoured by me so quickly?" Feeling that the high-quality Xuan Qi surging into his body disappeared, Wu Meng wondered in his heart.

Suddenly, Wu Meng felt a cool breeze, and secretly screamed in his heart, so he hurriedly dodged, but he was still slashed in the back by Mo Qingyu, leaving a not shallow blood mark.

After perceiving the Xuanqi Silk, Mo Qingyu judged that it was a medium for Wu Meng to display a trace of devouring mystery, so he quietly used his soul power to cut off the Spiritual Qi Silk wrapped around his body, and sure enough, after cutting off the Spiritual Qi Silk, there was no feeling of physical strength and Xuanhuang Mother Qi loss.

So, Mo Qingyu saw the opportunity for Wu Meng to relax his vigilance, used his soul perception to find his power, and launched a counterattack against him.

Wu Meng's body hurriedly dodged after suffering pain, allowing Mo Qingyu's next slash to miss.

"Is that all you have to do?" Mo's whispering voice sounded in the black mist and reached Wu Meng's ears.

Mo's contemptuous words made Wu Meng annoyed and ashamed, and he was looked down upon by a young man who had cultivated a lot lower than himself, which stimulated Wu Meng's proud heart.

"Even if you can crack my thread, you won't be my opponent!"

"Mist Hidden Hand!"

The Xuan Qi in Wu Meng's body exploded, and he showed his proud Xuan Skill, the Moon Rank Advanced Xuan Technique Fog Hidden Hidden Hand, the black fog that wrapped Mo Qingyu began to rotate violently, countless hands in the black mist, these hands contained the power of Wu Meng, and grabbed Mo Qingyu, the black fog was originally the starting style of the Fog Hidden Hidden Hand, and now when he really performed the follow-up move of the Fog Hidden Hidden Hand, the originally seemingly calm black fog became dangerous.

Mo whispered and closed his eyes tightly, the fuzzy sword soul in the dantian beat slightly, making his perception several times stronger, and the movements of countless black mist hands were in his perception, his body dodged, and a streamer was born under his feet, urging the floating light to the extreme, shuttling and dodging between the countless black mist hands that attacked him.

While dodging the black mist hand, Mo Qingyu sensed where Wu Meng was, and his body moved left and right, moving towards his location, gradually narrowing the distance between him and him.

"How did this kid cultivate, not only is his body full of Xuanqi, and the peak of the Mountain Moving Realm is not weaker than me, but his body is so weird. Within the black mist, Wu Meng felt that none of the fog hidden hands he had cast could catch Mo Qingyu, and he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

In the first circle of the audience, Yao Yan, the hall master of the Elixir Hall who was sitting next to Mu Daoshu, looked at the black mist shrouded on the stage and said, "Wu Meng's mystical skills are a little weird, your disciple is in trouble. ”

Mu Daoshu nodded and said with a smile: "It is true that there is some trouble, but I believe he can solve this trouble." ”

Yao Yan laughed when he heard this, and said, "You really have confidence in your disciple, then I'll wait and see." ”

While the two were talking, a roaring thunder suddenly sounded on the No. 6 challenge platform, and there were flashes of thunder and lightning shining above the challenge platform through the black fog.

Rumble!

With a thunderous sound, a figure flew out of the black mist and landed outside the No. 6 challenge platform, this person was Wu Meng.

After a while, the black mist dissipated, and Mo Qingyu had already put away the Blood Night Long Knife, although there were some wrinkles on his clothes, his face was indifferent, and he won easily.

In the black mist, Mo Qingyu approached Wu Meng and then fought with him closely, although Wu Meng's cultivation was higher, but only the power of twenty-three dragons, Mo Qingyu did not use all his strength at all, so he suppressed Wu Meng, and finally cast Lei Yaoyin Yaohua to defeat Wu Meng.

Under the cheers of the audience, Mo Qingyu was not complacent, and indifferently jumped off the challenge stage and returned to Ling Anzhi and the others.

"Your disciple is really powerful. Yao Yan looked at Mo Qingyu's relaxed posture after winning and praised sincerely.

Mu Daoshu smiled when he heard this, and looked at Mo Qingyu in the audience, his eyes revealing a look of satisfaction.

Wu Meng, who was shocked by Mo Qingyu and flew to the audience, covered his somewhat scorched chest, his eyes revealed a little lost soul, he could feel that Mo Qingyu had reservations at the end, otherwise he would have been seriously injured now, not just a little pain in his chest like now.

Losing to Mo Qingyu, and the other party did not use all his strength at all, this situation made Wu Meng's proud heart deeply hit, and he returned to the open space with some loss, and said nothing.

After a fierce battle, all 20 rounds of fighting ended.

The deacons began to report the top three rankings in each group, and the last 30 finalists were also the finalists.

"The first group, the first place Grange, 20 points, the second place Wang Ye..."

"The second group, the first place Ji Ming, the total twenty points, the second place, the wind has no phase..."

"The third group, the first place is Lu Airlines, 20 points, the second place, Shaoxing..."

"The fourth group, the first place Zhang Xiao, 20 points, the second place, Wanlan..."

"In the fifth group, the first place is won, and the second place is twenty points, and the second place, Liu Baozhu..."

"The sixth group, the first place is not frivolous, 20 points, the second place, Wu Meng..."

"Group 7, first place Fang Xin, 18 points, second place, Ling Yi..."

"The eighth group, the first place is Wang Sizhong, with a total of twenty points, and the second place, Yue Yang..."

"The ninth group, the first place Qin Zheng, the total twenty points, the second place, Yuyu..."

"Group 10, first place Sun Tao, 20 points, 2nd place, Le Wuyun..."

It is worth mentioning that although Ling Anzhi lost a few games, she still achieved the third place in the tenth group with many masters, and was worthy of qualifying for the finals.

Of the 10 groups, only the top of Group 7 lost one game, and the remaining 9 groups won by a landslide to take first place, and it can be said that the top 10 seeds in these 10 groups are always better than the top 10 seeds.

Of course, it is not excluded that the overall strength of a certain group is very strong, and the third place in one group may also beat the first place in another group, just like the tenth group, although the second place Le Wuyun lost to Sun Tao, but in the hearts of many disciples, Le Wuyun's strength is stronger than the first place in some groups, just because of bad luck, he met Sun Tao who was enough to compete with Ji Ming for the first place.

After all the twenty rounds of competition in the ten groups were over, the sky was already starting to darken, so the Grand Elder came to the main challenge platform again and announced that the final would be played tomorrow morning.

There are idle rooms on many mountain peaks in the Extreme Dao Sect, and some of the guests who came from all over the world did not leave after a long way to and fro, and they were directly arranged by the Extreme Dao Sect to live in these idle rooms.