This was the first time Fang Yun tried to sleep during the day in order to enter that mysterious space, after all, it had always been natural for him to wake up in that mysterious space after falling asleep at night.

So he didn't know what the conditions were for entering that space, whether it was necessary to enter at night, or whether his consciousness would revive in that space as soon as he fell asleep.

But when he re-entered this empty space, he knew that if he wanted to enter this space in the future, he would fall into a deep sleep.

Looking at the empty and white space in front of him as always, Fang Yun no longer had the same feeling of resistance and fear as he did when he first entered, but now he was at ease, he stood directly in place, waiting quietly.

It didn't take long for the familiar scene to be like a copy of yesterday, and the space in front of it was distorted again, and a light and shadow human shape appeared, as rigid as ever, and then it began to pull off the stance, all the way to the nine-pole palm slowly unfolded, and the trajectory of various dark palm power became light.

At this moment, Fang Yun is almost familiar with the various changes in martial arts along the way, even if it is the last layer of the realm of nine strengths in one, he has already stepped through the threshold and entered the realm for the first time, and now he re-examines the changes in strength, and suddenly there is a feeling of revisiting the old and knowing the new, and the new perception is born from the bottom of his heart, and he does not feel bored at all, but the more he looks at it, the more he devotes himself.

"I see..."

"This palm strength can be a little more refined..."

Before he knew it, all the nine dark energies had been emitted, and the last layer of nine energies was about to emerge from the hands of this light and shadow humanoid, at this moment, Fang Yun was engrossed, and a pair of eyes widened at the boss, not daring or wanting to miss the slightest change.

I saw that the nine dark power palms rose one after another, gathered from the palms, and then they were like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, one after another, slowly merging, becoming one, regardless of each other.

He had observed the process of the integration of the nine energies countless times before, although it was detailed, but he never touched the key essence of it, but perhaps it was because he had successfully displayed it once.

Now he looks at the process of integrating the strength and merging into one, but it is no longer the same as before, seeing flowers in the fog, not knowing what to do, Fang Yun's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, this trick of the integration of the nine strengths was a little hazy in his mind before, as if there was a layer of thin veil shrouded in it.

At this moment, it is like a hand gently removing this layer of tulle, and the true face of Lushan in this place becomes more and more visible.

"I see..."

"This momentum needs to be fused like this..."

"Ah, it's so smelted..."

In the space, Fang Yun's thoughtful exclamation continued to sound, and unconsciously, he also began to try to practice, over and over again, tirelessly, and as time passed, in his hands, the frequency of successful use of the Nine Strengths in One became higher and higher......

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Zhao Hong, who was standing in the ring, looked at the dense crowd of people who had three layers inside and three layers outside the stage, and an inexplicable pride had risen in his heart, and in an instant he had a feeling of jumping to the top, and the height was unbearable, as if he was the only master between heaven and earth, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the content of everyone's whispers was him.

He is the pride of heaven that everyone envies, even envy!

Zhao Hong enjoys this feeling very much, this is probably the common characteristic of all teenagers, being in the limelight and leading the coquettish are all things they yearn for and dream of.

It's just that Zhao Hong is still better than ordinary teenagers.

After all, he hasn't really defeated Fang Yun yet, and in the final analysis, everyone is looking at Fang Yun to see this competition, not because of Zhao Hong, but he obviously doesn't have this self-knowledge, not only with his hands behind his back, but also with his head held high, his eyes closed, and he looks unfathomable, and he thinks he is the number one martial arts master in the world.

"Why hasn't Fang Yun come yet!"

A young man's complaining voice clearly came into Zhao Hong's ears, and he couldn't help but stiffen his body.

"That's right! I just came to Fang Yuncai to see this competition! They all said that he had mastered the Dacheng Nine Extremes Palm, which only Senior Brother Li Jingyun could practice, and I still wanted to see what was so magical about it!"

"I watched the battle between him and Xing Chong, I have to say that he is really strong! Quenching the blood eightfold is to win the quenching blood nine-fold Xing Chong, hehe, that violent fighting method is really exciting, that's what you call a man!"

"I don't know if it's because he went on the field to fight with Xing Chong, his own consumption is too great, and he can't afford to fight again, even if he doesn't come, he has to say it! Look at that grandson's pretend, tsk, tsk, monkey play..."

The voices of many disciples around him came to Zhao Hong's ears one after another, and his originally somewhat satisfied expression gradually disappeared, and in the end, his whole face collapsed, gloomy like water.

"Damn, after I defeat Fang Yun's bastard, I see if any of you dare to say one more gossip!!" Zhao Hong thought viciously in his heart.

At this moment, he no longer had the calm and breezy demeanor he had before, with a fierce look on his face, he almost glanced at the doormen in the audience, as if he wanted to remember their faces clearly in order to take revenge.

However, in this way, many teenagers were already waiting a little impatiently, and their restless hearts were suddenly irritated, and many people immediately pointed at Zhao Hong on the stage and scolded.

"Damn, boy, what kind of eyes are you, do you want to fight?!"

"Damn, I've long seen that you kid is not pleasing to the eye, who do you think you are!"

"If it weren't for Fang Yun's consumption in the last game, would it be your turn to pose here and pretend to be a calf?!! With a little self-knowledge, you can admit defeat by yourself! Don't waste everyone's time here!"

The crowd was excited, almost everything was said, and the voices came from all directions, making Zhao Hong on the stage a little dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and in the end he couldn't hear what was said at all, but it was certain that there was no good word.

The anger of the crowd is difficult to commit, although the anger in his heart is already burning like a raging flame, but the deacon is beside him, there are high-level sect leaders on the stage, and even the sect master is watching, Zhao Hong can't say that he just jumped off the stage to fight with so many people, not to mention that his cultivation is slightly lower than him, or there are countless people who are on the same footing, if he really fights, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and he may not know what he will be beaten into.

With nowhere to vent his anger, Zhao Hong had no choice but to yell at the deacon next to him: "I said that the hour is almost up! That guy hasn't come yet, you can't let me wait like this! Hurry up and declare me victorious!"

"Announce it or not, I naturally know in my heart! It's not your turn to be an outer disciple here!"

Just kidding, when will he be a deacon to listen to his disciple's instructions, and besides, this kid has been arrogant since he came to the stage, pointing at the country, not only the disciples in the audience, but even he is a little overwhelmed, and he dares to speak to him in such a tone at this moment, how can he give Zhao Hong a good look.

"The time hasn't come yet, you are honestly waiting, you really don't want to wait, you can choose to abstain and admit defeat!"

"You!"

Zhao Hong was almost angry and wanted to spurt out a mouthful of old blood, looking at the deacon's appearance that he didn't bother to pay attention to him, the resentment in his heart became stronger and stronger, he had to look at him with resentful eyes, and then looked at the entrance of the mountain road in the distance, at this moment, he had never looked forward to Fang Yun's figure appearing in front of him so much.

Time passed bit by bit, and the many disciples in the audience seemed to gradually turn Zhao Hong into an entertainment activity during the period of waiting for Fang Yun's arrival, all of them were tired of it, you and I never broke off, and Zhao Hong on the stage seemed to be played badly, the expression on his face was a little sluggish and numb, a pair of eyes that were full of smugness, also became empty, and the deacon on the side looked at it and felt that this baby was really pitiful, so he looked up at the sky, estimated the time, and coughed lightly and said loudly.

"The time has come, Fang Yun has not been present so far, so I announce, Fang Yun ......"

Listening to the deacon's words, Zhao Hong's eyes finally recovered a little bit of brilliance, being bombarded by these words for so long, it was simply a trampling on his young heart, he was about to collapse, finally waited for this moment, he could end all the torture, and his face was full of vitality.

"No matter what, I won after all!I'm one of the four strongest people in the outer gate!" Zhao Hong roared wildly in his heart, almost without waving his arms.

However, at this moment, a voice came to everyone's ears very clearly from far and near.

"Wait! I'm coming!!"

The deacon, apparently hearing this, was interrupted by the words that should have been announced, and when he looked back, he saw that the crowd had spontaneously split into an aisle, and a young man ran quickly, and then leaped into the ring.

I saw him bow to the deacon, scratch the back of his head, and said with a smile: "Deacon, I'm sorry, I'm too late to oversleep, I'm really embarrassed." ”

The deacon looked at Fang Yun bowing and saluting again, and there was an apologetic smile on his face, his attitude was very sincere, which made him wait for so long, and his impatient mood dissipated a little, and his originally stiff face also relaxed, but before he could speak, Zhao Hong on the side was the first to speak, and said with a sneer.

"Hmph, you're not late, you've missed it, the deacon has already announced that I won this fight, hahahaha, Fang Yun, you will always be my subordinate's defeat!"

As soon as he said this, the deacon's face became ugly again, this kid has a lot of mouths, I haven't spoken yet, what are you talking about, I have seen that your kid is not pleasing to the eye, who do you think you are!

At that moment, he almost unceremoniously scolded: "When will I announce your victory, you don't talk nonsense here, now I announce, Fang Yun is just in time, and the competition has officially begun!"

"You!"

Hearing this, Zhao Hong was almost angry, why did this bastard deacon always get along with himself, and now, all the things he had suffered had almost made him angry to the extreme, and his little face, which was originally quite delicate, was a little distorted and hideous.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes almost burst into flames, and he looked at Fang Yun: "It's all you, it's all you, you bastard! If you didn't come so late, how could I suffer such a big humiliation! It's all your !!"

Fang Yun completely ignored his gaze of wanting to choose someone to devour, and looked at the sky very calmly: "The weather is good!"

"Not bad, your sister!"

Zhao Hong couldn't hold back any longer, burst out of his foul mouth, the blood qi on his body suddenly exploded, he stepped on the ring fiercely, his body swept out like an arrow, his right hand became a palm, and the rich red light condensed and beat on it, and the fierce qi and arrow strength had already condensed in his palm.

"Die!!"

He roared in his mouth, his palm suddenly raised, and he slashed at Fang Yun is palm, this move was made with hatred, the strength of his palm was unprecedentedly fierce, the air seemed to be cut, and the snorting sound was endless, and the momentum was extremely strong.

"This time, everything I suffered will be returned to you, what is a Dacheng Nine Extremes! What is comparable to a genius comparable to Li Jingyun! It's just my Zhao Hong's defeated generals!!

Looking at Fang Yun who was close at hand, Zhao Hong seemed to have seen the embarrassment and misery after his defeat, as well as all the cheers and praise he would receive after his victory, and his eyes had almost burst into smug emotions after the victory.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a dull voice sounded, and before Zhao Hong could react, he only felt a majestic force that could not be accompanied by it was transmitted from the palm of his hand.

Suddenly he felt that he had risen into the air, and a strong sense of weightlessness swept over his mind, and as soon as he landed, before he could understand what was going on, he heard the deacon's loud voice in his ears.

"Fang Yun, win !!"