Ximen Peak landed steadily under the viewing platform, and stepped forward to salute the ancestor and the master. From the point of view of identity, the only one who can stand with the Taishi Ancestor can only be the current head Mu Yunting, although he has not seen it, but the little official of Ximen is so smart that he will not lose his manners in this.

Mu Tianchu asked Ximen Feng to stand up and began to look at him carefully. Much stronger, the figure can already be described as bodybuilding, this is not the result of just a few dozen days, the body is scarred and ragged, both sleeves are gone, and the arms are wrapped with strange strips of cloth with spells, dense and thick, and the two arms look swollen. Mu Tianchu felt his breath again, but was surprised to find that he couldn't even feel the breath of Ximen Peak now, even an ordinary person couldn't have almost no breath. It is impossible to regress, just look at the mature and confident smile on the face of the little official of Ximen. It is impossible to hide the aura even so that a master like Mu Tianchu can't feel it, the only explanation is that the strip of cloth on his arm seals his excess overflowing breath, and he hides the rest of it himself.

Mu Tianchu said: "Look at your situation, have you entered the mirror?"

Ximen Feng smiled embarrassedly: "Yes, under the guidance of the Great Elder, I came to the mirror." It's just that the door inside, the Great Elder doesn't allow the disciples to step in. ”

Mu Tianchu smiled: "You just used the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, don't you think it's a pity." ”

"The apprentice grandson is also helpless, it turns out that even if the genius takes a shortcut, he can't go anywhere faster. ”

"The teacher doesn't ask you what you have experienced in the mirror, only how long you have spent in it. ”

"Back to the Taishizu, I stayed inside for half a year before I walked to the door. ”

Mu Tianchu laughed and said, "Very good, go ahead." ”

Ximen Feng walked into the ring lightly, and the other disciples didn't feel any of his breath at all, as if this person didn't exist here. Li Wenwen glanced at the stage, and was a little worried, Mentong also looked solemn, this is the heaviest group, and the remaining nine disciples, none of them are general, and the degree is the highest among all the groups. The junior brother has just come out, how high can the strength be in such a short period of time. What's more, this junior brother doesn't have a trace of momentum, I'm afraid the inner breath is not very deep.

Twilight Yunyi yawned, bored, bored, tired, genius? Demon? It seems that his expectations are too high, does Grandpa Tai want to kill this demonic junior disciple? The eight disciples on the stage, one advanced disciple of the previous session, all of them are masters who have reached the realm of internal qi and external release, and I am afraid that it will take a lot of effort to win if they go up, this junior brother will probably end here, Wu Feixu and Sun Rencheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the same time, thinking that fortunately they were not assigned to this group.

As soon as the gong sounded, the entire ring seemed to be blowing a dense storm of air currents in an instant, and there were attacks everywhere, and the level of terror was not comparable to Li Wenwen's scene at all. There is almost no room to move in the entire ring, and Li Wenwen feels that there is no other way except for grid and counterattack, otherwise there is even a place to stand, if Li Wenwen is in this group, don't say that the time to dodge the two sticks of incense, I don't know how long I can last by fighting, I'm afraid I have to show real effort to deal with it at the beginning.

Zhao Ziji was also scared, looking at Mu Yunxuan, Mu Yunxuan shook his head: "Don't look at me, only this group, it was the Taishi Ancestor who personally intervened and asked for such a separation, and I don't know the reason." ”

However, the expected scene did not appear in front of everyone's eyes, and Ximen Peak was gone?!

Isn't it gone, or is it the ghost that can't feel the slightest breath, floating lightly in the air? That's right, is it floating, or is it with your eyes closed! As if a storm of force from all directions smashed together, all tangible hard objects in the storm could not avoid being torn apart, and at this time, a soft feather fluttered in an irregular manner with the undetermined direction of the wind. Probably because there were too many jaw-dropping scenes today, everyone was already a little numb, although they were amazed, but everyone resisted the urge to be stunned and tried to cheer up and concentrate on the battle situation.

Mentong didn't understand it after reading it for a long time, and asked Li Wenwen: "What kind of body method is this, why didn't I see any regulations after reading it for a long time, it's so messy, but it can avoid all attacks, it's too, right?"

Li Wenwen pondered for a while, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and said with a happy face: "This doesn't seem to be the body method, I can't feel a little bit of the breath of Senior Brother Ximen, and it doesn't seem to be exerting force on my feet. This method of dealing with it was unexpected, but it was extremely reasonable when he thought about it, and it was theoretically so, but it was almost impossible to do it in practice, at least Li Wenwen couldn't do it.

"Follow the trend, go with the wind, the Tao is natural, this is the way of Tai Chi!" This kid, no wonder he came out of his conscience, and the Great Elder personally taught him?! Twilight Yunyi is a knowledgeable person, but he can't figure it out, doesn't the Great Elder not accept apprentices? This kid is a little interesting, he is no longer sleepy, and he begins to watch the competition with great interest.

The disciples on the stage also had masters, and a wooden stick slowly floated towards Ximen Peak, seemingly without any strength at all, but Ximen Feng suddenly attached himself down to avoid this blow. It seems that these senior brothers still have some Taoism, and Ximen Feng did not open his eyes, as if any faint change in the air flow in the ring was in his spiritual consciousness. His body flipped in the air, avoiding the upper and lower sword qi at an incredible angle, and with a horizontal swing fist, a wooden stick slammed back in reverse, smashing on the disciple who had just made a move. The disciple was stunned for a moment as soon as he was in pain, and at this moment the stick in his hand was gone, and before he could react, he was hit by other attacks and fell out of the ring. Another disciple slashed down, but Ximen Feng floated ghostly beside him, he felt that his wrist was pushed, and he had already cut hard, and smashed it on the ground, and the tiger's mouth shook and hurt, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the knife was gone, and he ended up with the same fate as the first disciple, and he was also out.

The storm formed by the attack stopped, and all the disciples began to be wary of this little junior disciple who had just come out of the level. A hot-tempered disciple rushed over and punched Ximen Feng in the chest, the fist wind whistled, and the corners of Ximen's petty officials' clothes were blown backwards. Ximen Feng did not retreat but advanced, the moment the fist was about to smash on his body, he lightly avoided this punch on the side of his body, stretched out his left hand to bypass the remaining fist, grabbed his wrist and took it back, stretched out his foot and gently kicked on the opponent's knee, the opponent stood unsteadily and flew up, before he landed, he was pushed on his waist and flew out and landed under the stage. The whole process was as natural as flowing water, but Ximen Feng still didn't exude any internal breath, as if he was just an ordinary person, and he still had a wooden knife and a wooden stick in his right arm. This skillful use of strength made the other disciples completely put away their contempt, looked at each other, and attacked towards Ximen Peak together. Ximen Feng threw the stick and wooden knife to the side of the ring, not only did he not intentionally land at the feet of a disciple, but the disciple slipped and fell out with a bang. Ximen Feng grabbed the two sleeves of the attack with his left and right hands at the same time, turned around and spun around, and the bombardment of the two disciples who rushed to his side first fell heavily on each other, and they both squatted down in pain, seeing that they could no longer fight.

The other disciples all stopped in place, and Ximen Feng smiled at them very brightly.