"This trick again?" Chen Chu smiled coldly in his heart, and then let go of the long whip in his hand, and his figure was about to escape. But I felt that the tiger's mouth on my wrist was grabbed and couldn't move. It turned out that Wang Xing took action to catch Chen Qi the moment he threw down the long whip.

Suddenly, the fist of the broken army struck out with a monstrous force.

"No!" Chen exclaimed, and was hit by the fist of the broken army and flew out of the Wubi platform, and then fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

Everyone stood in disbelief without a sound.

"This ...... How is this possible?, a miscellaneous disciple actually won the top ten of the inner gate?!" an elder muttered to himself.

After a long time, bursts of cheers erupted. Among them, the loudest voices were the disciples of the Earth Abyss Pavilion and the thousands of miscellaneous disciples. Today's martial arts competition officially announced to all the disciples of the martial arts sect that the miscellaneous disciples may also be the next martial arts genius.

Wang Xing exhaled and looked down to see that the flesh tempered by the green dragon was healing rapidly. Early tomorrow morning, with the help of the aura and the blood of the green dragon, the physical body will be able to recover as before. This is also his confidence in daring to face Chen Chu directly. As long as the sea of qi in his body exists, his physical body will not die.

Tie Zhu took Li Qiang, Wang Lu and other miscellaneous disciples and others to rush to the competition platform, throwing the bloody Wang Xing high into the sky to celebrate.

"Hey, he's already been so seriously injured!" Tang Ling'er floated over, crossed her waist, glared at Li Qiang and the others, and after speaking, she took out a few pills from her arms and fed them into Wang Xing's mouth. The surrounding iron pillars, Li Qiang, Wang Lu, etc., saw this kind of scene in front of them, and they all looked at Wang Xing with a teasing smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Ling'er was furious by this smile and asked.

"Hahahaha......" Li Qiang and the others burst into laughter in unison.

On the martial arts viewing platform, a cold light flashed in Murong Tian's eyes, who had always been calm.

Wang Xing suddenly felt an invisible pressure released from the viewing platform, and this spiritual pressure was so strong that he couldn't breathe. The sea of qi in the body became extremely disordered under pressure. With a thud, he fell to his knees, and the white jade stone under his knees cracked like cobwebs. He slowly raised his head and looked at the master of the spiritual pressure, which was none other than Murong Tian, a true disciple.

"What's wrong with you?" Tang Ling'er asked with concern, doubts appearing in her eyes. Wang Xing was fine just now, why did he suddenly fall to his knees. She sensitively sensed that an invisible pressure was pressing on Wang Xing's body, and being able to release such a spiritual power pressure was something that only a true disciple could do. Her gaze followed Wang Xing's gaze, and she also looked at Murong Tian.

Murong Tian slowly stood up and looked at Wang Xing with an extremely cold gaze. There was a suffocating atmosphere between the two.

The surrounding noise became distant from Wang Xing's head, and gradually, not even a trace of sound could be heard. Murong Tian's shadow in front of him became bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, like a high mountain, suppressing the top of his head, making it extremely difficult for him to raise his head. The aura in the sea of aura in the lower abdomen was obediently quiet, and it did not stop Wang Xing's control at all. The feeling of powerlessness slowly rose from the lower abdomen to every corner of Wang Xing's body.

"What's the matter? Could it be that I'm dead? Is this what I'm dead? Why? Why am I dead? Could it be that Murong Tian? It must be him, it must be him!" Wang Xing's voice kept appearing in his head. The voices struck him in the head like a bell, tearing his head apart. In order to vent this pain, he couldn't help but open his mouth and roar loudly.

The people around didn't know what was happening to Wang Xing at all, and when they heard the roar, they quieted down and ran to Wang Xing. But seeing that his eyes were white, the whole person seemed to have fallen into hysteria, and his lips kept trembling.

"Wang Xing, Wang Xing, what's wrong with you?" the iron pillar kept shaking Wang Xing's shoulders.

Wang Xing could hear the voice, but it seemed to come from nine heavens away. The whole body flew lightly in the sky, and the consciousness gradually became confused. He even forgot who he was and why he was in this place.

"Everything should be done in moderation. On the Guanwu platform, the head of the Tang family said softly.

Murong Tian's body shook slightly, and he snorted coldly in his mouth.

With a whoosh, Wang Xing opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him. He remembered, everything remembered, what happened to him just now, that powerful spiritual pressure was about to destroy him even in an instant. The sleepwalking process just now seemed to have gone through hundreds of years. He suddenly looked up at Murong Tian, there was no doubt that this spiritual pressure came from this true disciple Murong Tian.

Wang Xing Huo Ran stood up from the ground, raised Wang Xing's giant sword, pointed at Murong Tian from afar, and said word by word: "It's you next time!"

When the surrounding disciples heard this, they were in an uproar. Is this miscellaneous disciple crazy, although he won the victory of the martial arts competition with the inner disciples, but he actually gave the martial arts competition to the true disciples. His approach was amazing, and at the same time, a trace of blood was ignited in his heart. You must know that every disciple of the Martial Sect has the goal of being a true disciple, but being able to truly become a true disciple is simply as difficult as a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate. It can be seen from the number of hundreds of thousands of Wang Clan's martial arts disciples and four true disciples. But every disciple has a dream of defeating the true disciple in their hearts, and they usually don't dare to say it, but today they didn't expect it to be said by a small miscellaneous disciple, and they can also feel Wang Xing's extremely firm mind. Therefore, most people do not doubt in their hearts, but believe that maybe this teenager can do things that they can't do.

Murong Tian looked indifferent to the world, looked at Wang Xing coldly, and said, "You, you haven't yet, that qualification!" After speaking, he turned around and left. As he turned around, Wang Xing suddenly felt a powerful impact coming towards him, and the strength was rare in the world.

After Wang Xing's body flew out for more than ten zhang, he was caught by the iron pillar.

"Three years, three years later, I will make you my subordinate!" Wang Xing's eyes were as firm as a rock, and he pointed at Murong Tian from afar, and said word by word.

"Let's go back!" Tie Zhu finished speaking, and left the square with the miscellaneous disciples, and returned to the miscellaneous courtyard.

The sun slowly sets, ushering in the dark night. Wang Xing sat on the bed, a burst of sweat on his forehead remained, dripping on the quilt, and the quilt was imprinted with clumps of water stains. It's been half a day, and the aura in his body is still extremely disordered, and he can't do it if he wants to gather qi. It was as if a hand had appeared in the sea of qi, stirring constantly.

"This Murong Tian is indeed extremely remarkable. Before he even made a move, the whole person seemed to feel that he was just an ant in front of this person. Wang Xing said secretly in his heart.

Xiao Bai took a chicken leg in his mouth, jumped in front of Wang Xing, and said while eating the chicken leg: "This is the real strong man." Murong Tian is quite powerful, I really don't know how you offended him?"

Wang Xing was also puzzled, as if this Murong couldn't look down on himself by nature. On the martial arts platform, the power exuded by Murong Tian was accompanied by a deep killing intent. This killing intent is deep into the bone marrow, even if it is to rip out the heart and scrape the bones, it is indelible.

Wang Xing and Murong Tian will have a battle sooner or later.

On the second day, the elder of the inner gate came to the courtyard in person, but he could not find Wang Xing. Tie Zhu and the others didn't know where Wang Xing had gone, and Li Qiang found a note in the room. The note stated that Wang Xing went to the wilderness to cultivate, so that everyone should not worry about him.

In the wild village, Wang Xing sat on the table and asked Xiaobai for a dozen chicken legs.

"The chicken thighs here are much more fragrant than the chicken thighs in Wumen. A real pheasant leg!" Xiaobai exclaimed as he ate.

Wang Xing took out the wilderness map found in the Abyss Pavilion from his arms, and his next stop was to go to the inner wilderness to find the owner of the iron box. But in order to enter the inner wilderness, you must need the help of some warriors. After all, the entire Inner Barbarian was an extremely terrifying place in the eyes of the inland and savage warriors. Even when the Heavenly Sect Master learned that he was going, he tried his best to stop him.

"There's a reason I have to go. "That's how Wang Xing told the Tongtian Sect Master.

After a while, there was an additional warrior in a black robe in the inn, and the warrior's face was covered in the robe, and he couldn't see it very clearly.

Wang Xing greeted him, and this person was the person who brought him into the wilderness, named Black Knife. According to the explanation of the old pavilion master of the Diyuan Pavilion, this person often brought out some natural treasures unique to the inner wilderness from the inner wilderness in exchange for some healing pills.

The two dark eyes inside the robe carefully examined Wang Xing, and said in a tone without any emotion: "Come back immediately!"

After a stick of incense, this man came to Wang Xing and took Wang Xing out of the barbarian village and into the woods outside the village. In the woods, there are two spirit swords tiled.

"Come on! If you're going to go to the wilderness, you'll need to fly all night today. The black knife jumped onto the spirit sword and said lightly.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the stars in the sky were obscured by dark clouds.

With two swishs, the two spirit swords flew to the inner wilderness with Wang Xing and the black knife.

After flying like this for a whole night, when the dawn of the next day tore apart the black master, Wang Xing had already set foot on the wild land.

Wang Xing looked at the lofty mountains in front of him, and on the map, this mountain range was called the Soul Ridge. There are 100,000 mountains in the Soul Range, and the Yinshan River he wants to find is somewhere in this mountain range.

"Soul Ridge, but be careful, there are a lot of fierce beasts and fierce insects in it, and one careless will make your soul scattered. Xiaobai solemnly reminded on the side.

Wang Xing nodded, he knew something about it on the map. The map explains in detail the names of the various beasts that inhabit the Soul Ridge and why they are called beasts.