"The third level, martial arts, as long as you can persist in passing twenty moves on the high platform, you will pass the level. On the pontoon, the red-clothed elder announced loudly.

Everyone on the pontoon bridge didn't hear it, but just looked at Ye Changsheng who was walking on the lotus, and his face showed a look of emotion.

Being able to walk forward with the residual lotus in the water can be done by a cultivator with a bit of cultivation, but it is not easy to walk around like Ye Changsheng and behave freely.

At least among the guests, there are a few masters of the Supreme Realm who are at the back level, and they can't do it if they ask themselves.

Ye Changsheng walked neither fast nor slow, his body had completely relaxed, and he was almost able to adjust his energy in an instant according to the ups and downs under his feet, and his body's reaction was even more than the reaction of consciousness.

This is thanks to the fact that he has continued to practice the "Snake Dance" yoga during this period of time, so that every muscle and bone in the body has been strengthened and exercised, so that he has super coordination.

In addition, Ye Changsheng has been cultivating the Taoist supreme body method "Absolute Cloud Step", and has gained many understandings so far.

The first realm of the clouds, a getaway.

The second realm of the clouds, turning into a butterfly.

The third realm of the clouds, the gods.

The triple realm of the mystery of "Absolute Cloud Step", Ye Changsheng has already understood it, and he has perfectly integrated it with himself.

Because of this, his movements seem to be devoid of subtlety and mystery, and seem so natural that they are ignored by his opponents.

As everyone knows, this kind of natural realm is already a higher realm.

The so-called layman's doorway, in the eyes of those teenagers, Ye Changsheng's footwork is just very good-looking, that's all.

Walking to the high platform, Ye Changsheng was a little on tiptoe, his figure floated up, and landed lightly on the high platform, his heroic posture of hunting in white clothes and flying black hair once again won the applause of many people's hearts.

Behind the pontoon, the red-clothed monk sang: "Let's go!"

The sound of the Buddha floated ethereally, and a sound wave swept over the high platform, passing over the still bronze puppet.

The tall bronze puppet came to life in an instant, clicked its neck, turned its body to Ye Changsheng, and then raised the cooked copper stick in his hand.

"Whew!"

With a powerful stick, it smashed down on Ye Changsheng's head.

The wind and thunder moved, and the sky was full of heavy stick shadows, and the entire high platform was completely enveloped in it!

The domineering and tragic aura surged towards Ye Changsheng like a substance, like an endless stormy wave.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Changsheng's eyes, but his heart was as calm as water.

The adventure of the Shuramun Treasure has greatly honed the state of mind of immortality, and every crisis encountered during the expedition is an experience and an improvement for him.

Although the momentum oppression of the puppet bronze man was shocking, it was not enough to shake his state of mind.

Moreover, if this kind of momentum was placed in the True Martial Space of the Three-Layer Floating Slaughter, it would probably be less than the seventh level.

The heavy stick shadow submerged Ye Changsheng's body, and Ye Changsheng suddenly drew his sword and slashed out more than a dozen swords to the left side one after another.

The incomparably powerful force field was torn open a gap in an instant, and following this gap, Ye Changsheng's figure flashed and had already moved to the left side of the high platform.

The endless shadow of the stick struck again, and the violent waves lifted Ye Changsheng's clothes and long hair.

With a snort, Ye Changsheng drew his sword again, panned again, and dodged the attack of the bronze puppet.

His movements were too bland and too casual, so that people had the illusion that Ye Changsheng was facing a sparring partner who was not at the same level at all.

Two moves are bland, but twenty moves are equally bland!

It wasn't until Ye Changsheng swept down from the high platform that everyone watching the battle came to their senses with a blank expression.

There is not a single collision of weapons, there is not a real confrontation, this is passed?!

The red-clothed monk who presided over the third level didn't seem to expect such a situation, and was stunned for a moment before he said solemnly: "The first player, pass the level!"

The guests were in an uproar, and more than 40 teenagers were in an uproar.

Chen Xinfang said with a mocking face: "It seems that Ye Gongzi is used to being beaten, and he can even pass the test by dodging the whole process!"

The other teenagers also showed contempt, as a martial artist but only knew how to dodge, could this still be regarded as a real martial artist?

Ye Wuxin, I'm ashamed to be with you!

The teenagers ignored it entirely, it was just a boring test, not a battle at all.

Only Lu Lingjun looked at Ye Changsheng's back with admiration and even adoration, and there were stars in his two crooked eyes.

Chen Xinfang looked at Lu Lingjun's expression, and was annoyed in his heart, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "Lingjun, let's see how I pass the test strongly!"

After that, Chen Xinfang rose to the sky, stepped into the air one after another, and finally landed on the high platform in great style.

"Let's go!" the Buddha's voice rose again, passing through Ye Changsheng's ears.

Ye Changsheng bowed his head to the red-clothed monk, walked past the monk, and came to a young monk.

A soft smile appeared on Wuchen's face, his hands were folded, and he saluted: "Little monk Wuchen, I have seen Wuxin's junior brother!"

Ye Changsheng returned the salute at the same time: "I have not seen Senior Brother Wuchen unintentionally!"

Raising his head, Ye Changsheng looked at Wuchen, and did not hide the curiosity in his eyes.

Dressed in white, with short hair, coiled dragon sticks, and not paralyzed.

If you want to say that the biggest difference between dustless and dustless is probably that dustless is a little more humane than Wuzhen.

The dustless smile is very clean, very natural, and it is like a spring breeze, without the slightest sense of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

If you make an inappropriate comparison, if Wuchen and Wuzhen appear in front of the world at the same time, then the vast majority of people will like Wuchen at the first time, and it will definitely not be Wuzhen.

Wuchen was also looking at Ye Changsheng curiously, focusing on Ye Changsheng's blackened hair.

No wonder he is curious, it is true that the name of "white-haired immortal" has come out, so when he sees himself, he can't help but think of his white hair.

Retracting his gaze, Wuchen smiled calmly: "Wuxin, after the Buddha meeting, I don't know if I can ask for a few tricks?"

Ye Changsheng nodded happily: "It's an honor, and I'm looking forward to it." ”

Being able to compete with young masters of the same age is also a rare opportunity for Changsheng, and he is also very curious, wondering which of the two is stronger, Wuchen and Wuzhen?

Wuchen didn't seem to expect Ye Changsheng to agree so happily, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and after saluting, he turned around and strode away.

When Wuchen walked away, Ye Changsheng was about to leave, when he suddenly heard movement and turned to look at the high platform.

"Poof!"

Chen Xinfang flew in the air on his back, spurting out a mouthful of blood, his body was like a boulder, and he fell straight into the lake covered with residual lotus.

In the exclamation of the teenagers, a warrior monk had already stepped forward and fished out Chen Xinfang.

Chen Xinfang turned into a soup chicken, with a lotus leaf on his head, how embarrassed and embarrassed he was, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.