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Even in the outside world, this kind of change is slight and unknown, so in this bizarre world, it is naturally even more impossible to be noticed.

But even so, Fang Mingwei's actions were cautious and cautious, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Every time he used the camouflage technique, Fang Mingwei had a strange feeling, that is, he himself had completely turned into someone else in an instant.

In particular, the change of mental fluctuations is simply not much different from the change of the whole person.

But it is precisely because of this that the camouflage technique can reach such a vivid point.

If you want to hide from the world and cross the sea, how can you go smoothly and without any price?

If the level of the object simulated by Fang Mingwei is slightly lower than his own, this effect is basically very small. However, if the simulated object is much higher than oneself, then in the spiritual energy left by the other party, there is a faint possibility of anti-objectivity.

Of course, those energies were just some residual imprints, and they didn't actually pose any threat to Fang Mingwei.

It's just that if you want to transform your own energy fluctuations into a form with the same root and origin as that fluctuation, you must imitate, accept, and even change your own caste to cater to the other party.

The biggest mystery of camouflage is not to put on a skin of the opponent's spiritual energy, but to completely assimilate one's spiritual fluctuations with the other party and become exactly the same.

It is precisely because the assimilation is so complete that there is a certain danger of being invaded by the other party's spiritual imprint, which will have a great impact on his future at that time.

Minor cases lose part of their mental strength, and severe cases suffer severe mental damage.

Therefore, after Fang Mingwei thoroughly understood the camouflage technique, he only dared to use it on a few occasions.

The safest thing is, of course, that the spiritual level of the object to be imitated is lower than his, and it is best to be below the second level, of course, if the other party has not yet reached the master realm, it will be even better.

Once he met such a person, Fang Mingwei's camouflage technique could simulate the other party's mental fluctuations, even if he wanted to control his mental power for a short time, he could do it.

Of course, if the problem can only be solved by using camouflage, then he may not encounter someone lower than him.

For example, at this moment, the object of his model is a nineteenth-level master of the spiritual department.

If this master opened the identity ring at this moment, then even if Fang Mingwei's courage was ten times greater, he would not dare to use the camouflage technique.

However, at this moment, the seal leading to this point of light is unusually strong, and it is obvious that even the owner of this identity ring seems to be unwilling to open it from time to time, otherwise he would definitely not have sealed more than three spiritual imprints on it one after another.

A thought suddenly turned in his heart, and Fang Mingwei suddenly understood.

It seems that the spiritual master is purely using the things here as a warehouse, and it is the kind of sealed warehouse that will not be opened frequently.

Once he discovered this fact, Fang Mingwei immediately no longer hesitated, and quickly changed his spiritual energy surname according to the spiritual fluctuations left by this space.

The nineteenth-level master is indeed not comparable to ordinary people.

The complexity of energy fluctuations far exceeded that of ordinary people, Fang Mingwei carefully comprehended every change in it, and after spending two hours of study, he finally succeeded in transforming the spiritual power he had infiltrated into the space into his caste, and opened the inherent space of the seal.

As soon as the space opened, an extremely intimate feeling immediately came from the split consciousness, and he seemed to feel Fang Mingwei's breath, so he wanted to appear more and more lively and excited.

However, it was only for a moment, and when he found out that the spiritual fluctuations that appeared at the mouth of the space this time were not Fang Mingwei's energy, but energy fluctuations similar to the spatial energy that he controlled, he immediately and completely lurked.

Fang Mingwei was happy in his heart, this split consciousness was so smart, it was really good.

However, the good and the split consciousness are one with the same root and the same origin, and since there is no space barrier, of course, they immediately connect to each other's consciousness.

In just an instant, the split consciousness that had been hiding reappeared, and quickly communicated with Fang Mingwei's main consciousness.

The other party's experience has been mastered by Fang Mingwei in an instant.

The split consciousness had been in the furious energy of the stone, but his situation had changed drastically.

The furious belief energy in the alien stone had been absorbed by him about two-fifths, and he transformed this energy into the coarse essence and refined it into the most refined belief energy to transform it into soul energy.

At this moment, the soul he replaced had already advanced directly to the next level or so powerfully. Such a speed really surprised Fang Mingwei.

Moreover, the split consciousness is very intelligent, and when he has absorbed a sufficient amount of belief energy, he has stopped absorbing it and has begun to observe his surroundings.

The purpose of his coming here was to see how the other party could use this violent belief energy.

Fang Mingwei didn't believe it, the other party also had the means to condense and purify.

If the person who uses this berserk energy can really condense and extract like him, then the water of life will not be so scarce.

Sometimes, referring to the practices of others is definitely a valuable experience for him.

When the two sides exchanged information with each other, Fang Mingwei was a little disappointed.

Because the other party obviously did not use this strange stone, that is, he still can't get the answer he wants to know most.

Temporarily cut off contact with each other, Fang Mingwei began to check this warehouse comparable to a master.

Although it was being explored with the spiritual fluctuations of others at this moment, when Fang Mingwei explored this inherent space with a hundred zhang space, he still couldn't help but have the urge to drool all over the ground.

There are so many good things in it, not only all kinds of rare ores, but also twelve mutated rare ores that shimmer with various colors.

As soon as he saw these mutated rare ores, Fang Mingwei's mental fluctuations suddenly stopped beating.

Rare ore, and it's a mutant variety, plus the number of twelve, it's a huge treasure that can make almost anyone dizzy.

In addition to these precious ores, there are also ten mechs of different styles.

Fang Mingwei only needed one glance to immediately see the strength of these mechas, even in terms of personal strength, the power of these mecha was not under Pike's fortress.

In addition to this, he saw models of dozens of battleships.

Although it is indeed a model here, Fang Mingwei knows that once these are taken outside, then this is not a model, but a real warship with powerful lethality.

To be able to compress the huge warship to this extent, even in the Retan Empire, I am afraid that not everyone can do it.

Of course, what attracted Fang Mingwei the most was neither the rare ores that emitted various colors of light, nor the compressed models of mecha and battleships, but a box placed in an inconspicuous place in this space.

A black, not too big box.

In Fang Mingwei's heart, he kept moaning, could it be that the inner armor has become worthless now? It's all over the place.

The spiritual consciousness was just a scan, and Fang Mingwei immediately understood the origin of this thing and knew its value.

Inner armor, this is the real inner armor!

It is also one of the five masterpieces that have been handed down since ancient times.

No matter who it is, after knowing the value of this thing, it is estimated that they will not be indifferent.

Fang Mingwei's mental fluctuations were beating in a very unstable mood, almost collapsing the disguise technique that he had worked so hard to maintain.

In his mind, he was making perhaps the most difficult decision he had ever made.

Is it because of finding a way to get the box away, or is it because the split consciousness stays here, waiting for the person to refine it, and record it?

Referring to the condensation methods of others is indeed of great value, and if Fang Mingwei wants Vernon and the others to go further and understand and master the energy of faith, then this step is essential.

However, if he openly asks to come to the door, then he can guarantee that there is no way that anyone will make the method public without concealment.

However, the spiritual consciousness scanned the small box again, if it is not taken away now, in case it is remembered, there is still such a treasure here, then once the place is transferred, Fang Mingwei will really lose the news of this thing.

After a fierce ideological struggle in his mind, Fang Mingwei's spiritual consciousness finally slowly retreated.

Although he was very reluctant in his heart, Fang Mingwei still didn't touch the small box.

It's just that he has already made up his mind in his heart, once the violent energy in the alien stone is condensed and stored, the first thing he will do is to come here to retrieve the small box.

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Spiritual consciousness quickly returned to his body like a receding tide.

Fang Mingwei slowly opened his eyes, although he had just experienced a long journey, his spirit was not weakened, but became a little excited.

The undisguised excitement and regret in their eyes were immediately caught by Vernon and Iverson.

"Mingwei, what's going on?" Vernon asked worriedly.

Fang Mingwei pursed his lower lips, only to feel that his heart was beating like thunder, his lips were faintly dry, and said, "Vernon, Iverson, I have made contact with the split consciousness. ”

The corners of Iverson's eyes jumped slightly, and he asked, "Isn't your split consciousness already separated by space?" How to ......"

Fang Mingwei finally showed a happy smile: "Camouflage technique." ”

With the wisdom of those two, just after listening to these three words, they immediately understood the truth.

Vernon even gave a thumbs up. After all, being able to use camouflage in that place, Fang Mingwei's imagination was really far above them.

Iverson seemed to let out a long sigh and said softly, "It's old." Then his face changed slightly, and he said: "Ming Wei, your courage is really big, you are indeed a nineteenth-level powerhouse, and you dare to provoke such a character, it's amazing." ”

Vernon also nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, Mingwei, you are too reckless this time." ”

Fang Mingwei's heart warmed, and he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, according to my observation, this identity ring should not be a common thing for that nineteenth-level master." ”

After explaining the situation there, Fang Mingwei said: "How many of my splits do I realize that there are also there? Oh my God, but I never saw that space mouth open, so I'm sure that this identity ring is either not a common item for that level 19 master, or ......"

"Say it quickly." Vernon's face turned pale and he said, "Don't sell it." ”

Fang Mingwei rolled his eyes helplessly, he really wanted to show off, but old Vernon was like a roundworm in his stomach, and he saw through his meaning in the blink of an eye.

The corners of Iverson's mouth overflowed with a hint of funny smile, this old and young are really a perfect match!

"I suspect that the main ring is not actually in the hands of the spiritual master." Fang Mingwei told his speculation.

Vernon slapped his palms and said, "Yes, Ming Wei said a lot, although Bridges is a level twenty supreme powerhouse, he is only a physical arts master after all, but he can't open the identity ring unique to the spirit master." Even if he had a disciple who had reached the nineteenth level, it was estimated that the important identity ring would have to be kept by himself. ”

Such a reasonable speculation naturally met with Iverson's approval, and at this point, he had no objection to Fang Mingwei's adventure.

If the owner of this ring was a level nineteen or twenty super powerhouse, and he was still wearing it on his hand and would open it at any time, then Iverson didn't want Fang Mingwei to take any more risks.

Because if something happens to Fang Mingwei, then he is not the only one who dies, but a large number of people will be buried for him.

However, since the ring is in this situation, it is equivalent to a person's home with thousands of family treasures, but the owner is not at home, and it will only come back once after a long time.

In this case, if you have the key accessories in his house on hand, then almost no one will not be tempted by it.

Shaking his head slightly, Iverson asked, "Now that you've got in touch with the split consciousness, why are you so sad?" ”

Fang Mingwei sighed for a while, and he was still hesitating in his heart.

He wanted to hold the inner armor in his hand as soon as possible, but he didn't want to alarm anyone and arouse the vigilance of others.

Vernon had a sparkle in his eyes and asked, "Mingwei, is there anything good in there?" ”

Fang Mingwei sighed, he really deserves to be a thief, and he can see the most important thing at a glance.

"Yes, there are some good things in that space." Fang Mingwei's eyes also flashed with a hint of greed, which made Vernon and the others sigh that they were not ancient.

"There are a lot of rare minerals in there, and each piece is priceless, I don't know how they collected it."

"Bridges is an old level 20 powerhouse after all, and it should have some inventory." Vernon was actually very moved, but he knew that he didn't want to count on this kind of thing, so he just revealed it.

Fang Mingwei glanced at him angrily, this was because he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, if he really saw the number and types of those precious mines, I believe he would definitely not be so calm.

Rare ores are very versatile, and those that are mutated are even rarer.

To date, there has been no research on how these rare minerals are mutated. However, each mutated rare ore will have extremely special abilities, and if it can fully exert its special functions, then the things created will have incomparably great power.

It can be said that each piece of mutated rare ore is unique, and the value of any piece is unparalleled in the world.

If Fang Mingwei didn't guess wrong, Shi Sheng was actually a kind of mutated rare mineral. Just think about its abilities to know the true value of the mutated rare ore.

Perhaps seeing the disdain in Fang Mingwei's eyes, Old Vernon shook his head slightly and said, "Mingwei, don't be so obsessed with money, what other good things are there?" ”

Fang Mingwei smacked his mouth and said slowly: "Vernon, I forgot to tell you that among those rare mines, there are twelve mutant varieties. ”

"What?"

Iverson stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing with countless undisguised golden lights, almost almost forming little stars.

Vernon was also stammering, his reaction was not slow at all, and asked, "How much do you say?" ”

"Twelve." Fang Mingwei said calmly.

"Quick, bring them here." Vernon said without hesitation.

"Bring it? If I get it now, I'm going to have to scare the snake. Fang Mingwei said helplessly: "I want to see how Bridges uses the violent energy in the different stones, which is very important to me. ”

Iverson and Vernon were silent for a moment, indeed, this was an important matter related to whether they would be promoted to level twenty in the future, even they were really unwilling to let go of this opportunity.

"Oh, in addition to these rare mines, there are more than a dozen super mechs and compression battleships in there, it is conceivable that those that can be placed there must be the best of the best."

Vernon and Iverson didn't care too much about these things.

Although everyone knows that those things must be the best goods, even if they get their hands on them, they will not dare to drive them out. Otherwise, once the news leaks out, I am afraid that I will be hit by the destruction of the surname.

Looking at the two of them who were gradually calming down, Fang Mingwei finally said in shock: "There, there is also an inner armor." ”

"Hoo ......"

This time, even Vernon couldn't sit still, and he suddenly got up, a very contradictory look flashing in his eyes.

Although the nodes in Iverson's body could not be ignited, he was still very excited when he heard the word "inner armor".

From the mouths of Fang Mingwei and Vernon, he already knew that there were only five inner armors in this world, and it was really one less than one, and its value was great, even if it was compared to the twelve mutated rare ores combined, it was not inferior.

Mutated Rare Ore is rare, but it's just an ore after all, and no one knows what it will eventually become when it's not really crafted into the right item. Even if there is an accident in the middle of the construction and becomes a useless piece of scrap metal, it is not impossible.

But the inner armor is different, it is something that has gone through actual combat experience, and anyone knows its benefits. So in comparison, they still pay more attention to the inner armor.

At this point, Vernon and Iverson finally understood why Fang Mingwei had such contradictory eyes after coming out of other people's space.

The three of them fell silent at the same time, and after a long time, Vernon suddenly asked, "Mingwei, did you leave any traces when you went in?" ”

"Nope."

"Are you sure you won't be noticed?"

"As long as you don't open that space at the same time as him, there will be absolutely no problem." Fang Mingwei said without hesitation, when he went in, he was really careful, careful, careful. If this will still be discovered, then that person is not a nineteenth-level master, but an old monster who is even more powerful than Patrick.

"Okay." Vernon accentuated his tone and said; "Since no one has been discovered, then we don't care about this space. When the news of the strange stone comes, we will go and get something. ”

Iverson hesitated for a moment, feeling a little troubled and lost, and said, "What if these things are transferred along the way?" ”

"Impossible." Vernon comforted, but listening to his voice, it seemed to be self-consoling: "After all, this is Bridges's warehouse for important items, if it were you, would you often move these things?" ”

Iverson shook his head slightly, although everyone understands this truth, but when such a large amount of wealth and precious items are placed in front of you, it is really difficult to be unmoved.

"Relieved. In this world, no one but Ming Wei will perform camouflage again, and no one else can have this quest ring, let alone a small crown to help him find the location of the main ring. So, let's rest assured, it's a big deal to lend them these things for a few days, and then get them back. ”

Fang Mingwei and Iverson looked at each other speechlessly, obviously with the idea of stealing other people's things, but when this sentence is spoken, it is quite a bit above board.

Old Vernon's cheeks were too thick.

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The largest city in Moorfeld is Nofers, a beautiful city that is now home to more than 200 million people.

The influx of hundreds of millions of people into a city puts extremely heavy pressure on the city's logistics, environment, public security, and transportation. In addition, the people who come here have different races and different living habits, and it is definitely not a simple matter to take care of everything.

Fortunately, after all, it is one of the big cities of the eighth-level civilized country, with a well-developed urban system, so although the population is large, everything is still in order, and nothing unpleasant happens.

This can also show Lisman's strong comprehensive strength hidden under the ordinary.

If these people appeared in one of the cities of the Earth Alliance, then Fang Mingwei could guarantee that all the systems in this city would be inoperable and completely paralyzed.

As the host city of this year's Light Needle Movement in the region, Nofers is naturally prepared for this.

On the first day of the Light Needle movement, they vacated the city's main square.

More than one million players will compete in this large square.

The scope required for the light needle movement is not large, and the entire large square can allow tens of thousands of people to compete at the same time.

Of course, no matter which group of matches you play, there are more than 20 cameras to track them in real time, so all viewers can choose the matches they want to watch.

Fang Mingwei did not participate in the lottery two days ago, and he handed over all foreign objects to Kozmo to deal with.

This elder of the Rover family completed the task given by Fang Mingwei in a hurry, to be honest, at the beginning of the bloody fight, he still had one or two worries, but for the light needle movement and the subsequent mecha battle, then he was full of confidence in Fang Mingwei and his party, and waited for them to return with full honor.

Everyone knew that the Light Needle Movement was the darling of the Spirit Master, but they knew even more that if they were a Spirit Master who was proficient in the power of the space system, then they would have an unparalleled advantage in this competition.

With the participation of Punit, Lisman's recognized master of the first spatial science and spirituality, Kozmo's heart can be said to have put down a huge stone, the champion of this competition, did not run!

And in the subsequent mecha competition, just look at the eighty supreme beings who circled around Fang Mingwei all day long, so what else can be demanded of this level of competition?

With such a luxurious lineup, it really shouldn't participate in Lisman's competition, but should directly participate in the World Tournament held by the Retan Empire.

So in recent times, Kozmo has been very happy. Once he thought that after the end of this competition, Fang Mingwei and others, who represented the Rover family, would win at least two laurel titles, his face could no longer remain calm.

Looking at the surging crowd in the square, Iverson's brows furrowed slightly, and he asked, "What about Master Punitt?" Why haven't you come yet? ”

"This old guy is probably crazy from research, so forget about the time." Fang Mingwei said angrily.

The Light Needle Contest has already started two full rounds, each round of which is a thousand teams competing at the same time, and each group has six people from two powerful families.

When thousands of teams competed in one square, Fang Mingwei finally understood why so many people loved this kind of competition so much.

Because it's so colorful.

Countless needles of light fly freely in thousands of spaces, which are not only scattered into reading spaces, but also surround into a complete whole.

In particular, when the sky above the square uses special equipment to create an absolutely dark scene, the thousands of groups of light needles below fly at the same time, forming a huge and strange space full of charm.

Anyone who looks like they're completely lost in this space at first glance and can't extricate themselves for a long time.

Not to mention those ordinary people, even Fang Mingwei, who is a double-line eighteen, fell in love with this super sport that perfectly blends appreciation and competition after seeing such a scene.

However, now that the first two rounds of the 1,000-group competition have been completed, the next step is the third 1,000-group competition that the Rover family will participate in.

But at this time, Punit, as one of the main staff, had not yet arrived.

Cozmo and the others were naturally anxious, and they wanted to cut that treacherous old guy into seventeen or eighteen pieces, so as to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

However, Fang Mingwei was not worried, there were hundreds of millions of souls in his mind, even if he had reached the fifteenth level of quasi-master's souls, there were tens of millions, if he went all out, there would be absolutely no problem in this game.

Of course, if he released tens of millions of souls, then it would be too appalling, and it is estimated that people would not worship him at that time, but want to slice and study him.

So he had already made up his mind that using a maximum of two million souls was the limit. And with the strength of two million souls, if they will be eliminated in the preliminary round, then it will be too unreasonable.

The preliminary round of the light needle is to divide the 2,000 families into 1,000 groups, each two families are in one field, and 1,000 fields start the competition at the same time, and finally the best 100 families enter the next round.

Although this greatly distracted the attention of each group, the gorgeous scene of thousands of groups playing at the same time really dizzy everyone, and it can be called the most popular game in the universe.

The Rover family is also unknown in this sport, and it is naturally impossible to obtain the power of the seed family, but for Fang Mingwei and others, they naturally don't care.

However, it is not until today that Fang Mingwei understands what kind of great strength is hidden in these high-level countries.

Everyone who participates in the light needle movement is a spiritual master, and although the spiritual masters here cannot be said to be as many as a cow's hair, they are at least calculated in five figures.

Although there are not many of these people who really belong to Lisman, it can also be seen from here the true strength of all the seventh-level civilization countries in the upper half of the third cantilever arm.

"Enter, enter......" Kozmo looked at the many spiritual masters who walked into the square one after another, and said helplessly: "It seems that we can't wait, Master Fang, do you need my help?" ”

Prior to this game, Vernon had made it clear that he did not want to participate.

So the three people who played this time were naturally Fang Mingwei, Iverson and Punit.

But now that Punit, who is the main force, has not yet appeared, Kozmo has no choice but to rush the ducks to the shelves, even though he knows that his strength is not good.

Although he also knew that the Benfica master was the best replacement, it seemed a bit of a disagreement to let that master play in the name of the Rover family.

"Okay." Fang Mingwei groaned slightly, and said, "Since this is the case, please ...... Hey, Master Peng is here. ”

Looking behind Kozmo, Punit had already appeared behind him.

Kozmo jerked his head back and immediately saw Punitt with flowing silver hair. He was shocked when this master appeared behind him, and he didn't even know if Punit had any evil thoughts......

Kozmo shuddered, this master with the closest strength to level 20 was really extraordinary.

Indeed, including Fang Mingwei and Vernon, so many masters in the entire contestant area didn't even notice how Punit came here.

If Vernon and Fang Mingwei had used the Concealment Technique, they might have been able to conceal everyone's spiritual sense. However, Punit obviously did not use some concealment technique, but used some kind of spatial teleportation or something to suddenly appear.

Performing the teleportation technique among so many spiritual masters without attracting anyone's attention may not be able to do this even if it is an old monster like Patrick!

Deeply looking at Punitt with a happy face, Fang Mingwei quickly exchanged a look with Vernon and Iverson.

This white-haired old man with the closest strength to level 20 does have this strength.

I touched the identity ring in my hand, but in it, there is a desert pseudo-world. Fang Mingwei hesitated in his heart, if he handed over this pseudo-world to Pengit, would he be able to rely on this thing to unravel the secrets of belief energy and advance to the realm of a level twenty master?

"Master Punit, you're finally here." After a few sudden changes in his face, Kozmo finally calmed down, if this old man didn't even have this bit of strength, he wouldn't be worthy of being called a nineteenth-level master.

"Hmm." Punit nodded slightly, not at all late to his senses: "Can we play?" ”

"Of course." Kozmo struggled to squeeze out a smile.

"Master Peng, have you made new progress in your research?" Vernon asked suddenly.

"yes." At the mention of his research, Punit's eyebrows immediately fluttered, for him, this kind of light needle sport had not been played three hundred years ago, not that he was not interested, but that he could not find an opponent at all. So although the competition is imminent, he has not taken it to heart at all: "Give me a few more days, I may be able to break through the neck, and I must ask you to evaluate and evaluate it at that time." ”

"Okay, then we'll see." Vernon said cheerfully.

Fang Mingwei and the others were also secretly shocked in their hearts, this old guy is really powerful, Mo Li has not been in his hands for a few days, and new research results have appeared, this old man is really an incredible guy.

Little did they know that before today, Punit had devoted hundreds of years of research to this area. It can be said that a huge and incredibly strong foundation has been laid, and success is just a piece of paper away.

Now I have Mo Li, and I have found a different kind of inspiration from it, as if I suddenly pierced this layer of tissue paper, although the time is still short, but it is quite successful.

This is actually the result of his accumulation, and it is not surprising that Mo Li is just a catalyst.

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The Rover family drew the playing field in the western corner of the main square.

In the same group as them were three spiritual masters from another seventh-level civilization country.

Fang Mingwei, Iverson, and Punit only glanced at them, and were not interested in a second look.

Only one of these three people was a seventeenth-level master of the spirit department, and the other two, just by the "faint" spiritual fluctuations on their bodies, they knew that they were sixteenth-level masters, and they were the ones who had just advanced for more than ten years.

And among the three of Fang Mingwei, even Iverson, who has the worst strength, is also a dual-line master of the eighteenth spiritual department and sixteenth in the physical arts, how could the three of them put each other in their eyes.

Seeing the three of Fang Mingwei with arrogant expressions, the eyes of the people opposite kept flashing with surprise and uncertainties.

Although it is true that everyone is a spiritual master, the gap between the masters can also scare people to death.

Looking at the calm and sea-like huge aura on Fang Mingwei and the others in front of them, how could those three people still maintain a normal heart.

The six of them had completely judged the gap between each other just by making contact at first sight.

When that seventeenth-level spiritual master couldn't even see through the depth of the person opposite, he knew that Fang Mingwei and the others were definitely not comparable to him.

Suddenly, his gaze was firmly locked on Punitt's body, this white-haired old man, not only had a solemn bearing, but also looked a little familiar?

Naturally, it was impossible for him to recognize Punit, but he knew the name of this master very well, so he felt a little familiar when he looked at this dress and appearance. However, at the thought of that person's fame, he shook his head and threw this unrealistic idea behind him.

That person is absolutely impossible to appear on this field.

The sky in the square gradually darkened, and in this case, it was the best environment to watch the game.

Each group had a not-so-large, completely transparent light needle suspended above their heads.

With a loud sound of trumpets that mimicked ancient battles, twelve beautiful needles of different colors were suddenly cast on these light needles.

Suddenly, the whole square was shrouded in beautiful needle rain, and thousands of groups were like a thousand beautiful and colorful balls of light, exuding brilliant and dazzling colors, and like a thousand blooming flowers, blooming the most gorgeous side to the world.

In the stands, in front of the hologram, everyone was attracted by this beautiful scene that seemed to not exist in the world, they held their breath, watched all this in amazement, and watched this beautiful scene with all their hearts.

However, slowly, people's eyes were gradually attracted to the corner of the west side.

There, in what was originally an inconspicuous corner, the most dazzling colors burst out, dazzling and dizzying.

Light needle sports like this kind of group competition have such a characteristic.

That is the speed at which the light needle is launched, which is actually carried out according to the strength of the people below.

The higher the strength of the people below, the more light needles of the same color are collected, and the higher the frequency of light needles that are lowered.

At this moment, there are a full six thousand spiritual masters on the field, and although the collection speed of each group is different, it is still not much different.

However, in one of the small groups in that corner of the northwest, a completely different picture emerged.

The light needle on the head has been speeding up within ten minutes of the start of the game, and after ten minutes, the speed of the light needle has reached its limit, even if you want to be one point faster, it is absolutely impossible.

If the speed at which the needles were dropped by the surrounding needles was like a storm, then the speed of the needles in this group was close to the speed of light.

The needles of light, which had become completely changing straight lines, shot like lightning towards the ground.

People with a slightly less spiritual consciousness would not even want to sense the color of the light needle at such a limit of speed, let alone collect it.

At this moment, two of the six players in this group have completely given up any action.

Those two poor masters, who had just been promoted to rank sixteen, had never experienced such a terrible scene.

That kind of speed has definitely exceeded the strength of their spiritual consciousness, and their spiritual consciousness is like a mouse pulling a turtle on this occasion, and they have no way to start.

However, although they were directly excluded from the game, it did not affect their sensing ability. So when they sensed the strength of Fang Mingwei and Pengit, they looked at them with a deep fear from their hearts, as if they were looking at ghosts and gods.

The third one to give up was the seventeenth-level spiritual master, with his strength, it was actually not enough to cope with such an environment, but he could still intercept some light needles that matched the color in front of him, of course, that speed and efficiency needless to say.

It's just that under this extreme speed, the consumption of spiritual energy is obviously a huge expense, even with his seventeenth-level strong strength, after holding on for fifteen minutes, he is also dizzy, only to feel a faint pain in his brain, and he is almost dizzy on the spot.

He immediately knew that something was wrong, and immediately gave up the next game, which was a little better.

After another ten minutes or so, Iverson scolded angrily, also gave up the action of collecting light needles, and looked at each other coldly, but in his heart, he had already scolded the perverted behavior of his two companions.

Don't these two bastards know that this is just a preliminary round? Do you need to work so hard......

Although with Iverson's eighteenth-level ability, he could already intercept nearly half of the light needles that matched the color in front of him at this speed.

But when he tried his best, he could only intercept half of it, and as for the remaining half, of course, it fell to the ground, and it didn't count as points.

This is actually a very normal thing, because there is a limit to the amount of divine thoughts that a person can control, and it takes time to guide so many light needles into the small hole in front of him, although this time is extremely short, but in this case, it is enough to contain most of the participants' energy.

Iversion's ability to collect half of the light needles is already a remarkable thing, and it can almost be said that it is a super-level performance.

However, with the two perverts around me...... That's right, compared to the two perverts, then his performance that is usually enough to be called dazzling becomes worthless.

Even among the light needles that fell so quickly, not a single blue or red light needle fell to the ground.

Because the people responsible for collecting these two colors are Fang Mingwei and Pengit.

When the light needle device began to gradually speed up the delivery speed, Fang Mingwei also continued to send out the souls of the fifteenth-level quasi-masters in his mind.

As a fifteenth-level quasi-master soul, if a single person participates in a movement of this frequency, then it is undoubtedly impossible. However, if these souls were to be only one of the light needles in charge, then the souls of these would-be masters would be more than enough.

100,000, 200,000...... 500,000 ...... Million...... One and a half million.

When the 1.2 million quasi-master souls flew in the light rain curtain, it was enough to collect all the blue light needles in front of him in an endless stream, and not one of them leaked.

Of course, when it came to this step, Fang Mingwei no longer needed to increase the number of souls, because this speed had already reached the maximum limit of the light needle dispenser above his head.

In fact, although the speed of the light needle at this moment is indeed incredibly fast, there are still too many souls in the field.

If it is reduced to one hundred and twenty thousand, and millions of souls are allowed to deal with this matter, it can also be done very well.

However, in that case, it will be more nervous, and if it is a mistake, there may be a few fish that slip through the net.

Therefore, Fang Mingwei simply increased by 200,000, so that those souls would not fall into the realm of crazy running.

However, he didn't expect that because of the addition of these twenty percent of souls, the number of souls in the field would be greater than the speed of the flying needle descent in a unit of time, so it seemed extremely leisurely.

This feeling was captured by the three spiritual masters in the field who had already given up, and in their induction, although Fang Mingwei released so many divine thoughts, he still looked like he still had spare strength.

Suddenly, Fang Mingwei's image in their hearts became more and more mysterious.

If Fang Mingwei relied on the absolute number of souls to win, then what Pengit did was enough to be called unreasonable.

As a spiritual master who is proficient in the space system, Punit does not use spiritual power to draw those light needles like ordinary spirit masters.

On this occasion, he simply played magic.

What he is responsible for is the red light needle, and his method is to divide his spiritual power into three different levels, and then completely cover this area.

Once each red light needle landed on the energy layer formed by this spiritual power, it immediately disappeared without a trace.

And every time a red needle disappears, there will be one more number on the counter in front of him.

This old man actually used the technique of spatial teleportation to directly transmit the energy of this light needle to his counter.

It is not uncommon to be able to teleport people or objects, and the vast majority of the spiritual masters present at level seventeen or above can easily do it.

However, being able to use the teleportation technique to transmit the energy of the light needle is an appalling act.

This means that he has used the art of space to a great extent, even to the point where there is no one before.

Even if a few of those red light needles penetrated the energy layer of the first realm, they were intercepted by the second energy layer, and as for the energy layer of the third realm, it was simply an ornament, and it had not yet played any practical role.

From this point of view, Pengit, like Fang Mingwei, is more than enough to deal with this level of light needle, and has greater potential to be tapped.

Therefore, although Iverson has shown his strongest strength, in front of these two people, his originally strong confidence has been hit, and he is embarrassed to continue to shoot until the end.

After Fang Mingwei saw Pengit's unique way, even if he was reluctant in his heart, he had to admit that this old guy was indeed very accessible.

The light needle is formed from energy, and using the art of space to transmit energy is simply an incomparable thing.

Fang Mingwei is still a little self-aware, knowing that with his own strength, he can't do this at all. And it's not just that he can't do it, I'm afraid that in this universe, only this silver-haired old man can do it to the point of transmitting so many subtle energies at the same time.

If before today's game, Vernon's evaluation of Punitt as the world's No. 1 in the light needle sport still made Fang Mingwei not convinced. So after the real competition, Fang Mingwei was really convinced.

Although you have a lot of divine thoughts, the energy level of others is essentially a level higher than your divine thoughts.

The different levels of understanding and mastery of space result in different ways of playing.

The efficiency gap between these is like a master master who has an unparalleled absolute advantage in the face of a non-master master.

Thankfully, however, this method is only available to Punitt, and more importantly, the silver-haired old man is now working for himself.

Otherwise, even if Fang Mingwei had hundreds of millions of souls, he would not dare to assert victory.

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In the pitch black environment, the change in the speed of the light needle is very obvious, and when the light needle in the west corner begins to speed up at an extraordinary speed, it has attracted the attention of some people.

However, when the speed became faster and more beautiful, all eyes were immediately attracted.

Above their group emerged a series of dummy numbers, indicating the various data on the performance of several people.

When everyone saw the number of 1.2 million thoughts, they couldn't help but let out a heavy exclamation.

However, what really made them let out a huge exclamation was not the number of 1.2 million thoughts that Fang Mingwei had expressed, but the white-haired old man who used the spatial teleportation energy.

When the organizers of the arena suddenly discovered that there was actually a person in this group who could use the spatial teleportation method to transmit the energy light needle, everyone's hearts were excited.

Countless huge searchlights emerged from the dark night sky, like countless stars in the night, and hit Punitt with dazzling light.

Suddenly, everyone saw this white-haired old man with a relaxed face and infinite confidence.

On the periphery of the square, city bars, families of light needle lovers, major light needle clubs.

In almost all holographic three-dimensional images, the figure of this white-haired old man appeared at this moment.

"Master Punitt ......"

I don't know who made the first shout, and in an instant, starting from the outside of the square, countless people began to shout frantically at the same time.

The sound was like an irresistible storm that swept through Nofers.

Although they were in the competition venue, although the competition was not over, at this moment, almost all the participating masters were affected by this powerful voice.

They couldn't help but look up, under the illumination of countless lights, a silver-haired old man smiled Chunchun, one hand was weak, at this moment, they all understood that Master Punit, who was known as the number one in the world of light needle sports, had once again come out of the mountain......

(To be continued)