"Feng Wanjun!?"

Yu Wuxian was stunned for a moment, and he saw a familiar person again, it was the cold girl who was with Jun Shanmu, he remembered the face of his dead father, which made people panic.

At this moment, Jun Shanmu also jumped onto the roof, looking at the situation in the ring, his face was solemn.

Feng Wanjun and Jun Shanmu are both from the ancient city, and their cultivation strength is equal, they are confidants and opponents, but in the first and second levels, Feng Wanjun's performance is much worse than Jun Shanmu, as if Jun Shanmu's strength is above her, more than three points stronger than her.

"Wanjun ......"

Jun Shanmu was in a trance, and muttered in a low voice: "The burden of the Feng family is not yours, you don't need to carry so much, otherwise your strength will be affected by your state of mind, and this battle will be lost!"

He was very worried about Feng Wanjun's situation, because at this time, Feng Wanjun was three points weaker than in the Deserted Ancient City! What is the concept of three points? One point stronger can crush the monks of the same realm; two points stronger means that the monks of the same realm can be crushed within a few rounds; and three points stronger means that all the monks of the same realm can be crushed with one move!

Feng Wanjun's state of mind made her become an ordinary monk in the early stage of the Spirit Realm, and in this Fighting Spirit Bowl, she is now also fighting hard.

At this time, she was besieged by two monks from the early stage of Yunling and two monks at the peak of body refining, the brocade clothes on her body were all broken, the tassels on her head were scattered, and her cloak stood between the four monks.

"It's fun!"

Yu Wuxian sneered, looked at the situation in the Dou Ling Bowl, smiled, and quipped: "Feng Wanjun, if you go on like this, it is better to go home early to prepare a dowry, find a good family to marry, cultivation is useless!"

Feng Wanjun looked up and saw that Yu Wuxian was laughing at her, she couldn't help frowning, the sword in her hand was held tighter, and a trace of sweat oozed from her palm, which made her a little unable to hold the sword.

"Fire Luo Thorn!"

Suddenly, a monk burst up, holding a flame needle in his hand, and threw it forward, ready to slash Feng Wanjun, who was already at the end of his crossbow.

Seeing this, the other three monks immediately joined forces and burst out with their own killing moves. The four-sided offensive went straight to Feng Wanjun, and on the way, it actually merged into one, forming a spear, the head of the spear was two feet in size, and the tail of the spear turned into a stack of streamers, inverting a huge power, and the swept wind destroyed the withering and decaying.

Just as the rod rushed away, I only heard Feng Wanjun's clear groan.

"Long Song Citation!"

Ten miles of long songs, leading to a hundred miles of ice.

A cold current flew out of the sword, the cold current froze the spear, crushing it, the rolling cold artistic conception infected a hundred miles, but it gathered in the bowl, the cold air drove a thin layer of ice out of the four walls of the bowl, making spring become a cold autumn.

Feng Wanjun stood up, turned his head indifferently, glanced at Yu Wuxie, and then turned his head and raised his sword, the sword was three feet long, gathering a huge spiritual power, and the spiritual power wrapped around the sword body, forming a sword shadow.

"Quench the cold wind!"

Under the fall of the sword, the spiritual power turned into a howling cold wind, and the ice thorns in the cold wind rushed densely towards the remaining nine people, covering the entire Dou Spirit Bowl and blurring the vision of the people watching the battle.

Jun Shanmu looked at the layer of mist nervously, and said in shock: "There is one more person who has not fallen!? That person's strength is close to Wanjun, and this is in trouble." ”

Not only him, but the rest of the people also noticed this, just through the spiritual power perception, they could see the situation in the bowl, this method was simply too ordinary in the Yunling Realm, so as long as it was a monk in the Yunling Realm, they knew that there were two people in the bowl at this moment.

Yu Wuxian was stunned for a moment, he couldn't see the situation in the bowl clearly, but he could feel that there were two spiritual powers stirring in it, one was the cold air of Feng Wanjun, and the other felt like earth and stone to him, but he didn't know what kind of spiritual power it was.

The top of the bowl was covered by cold, but the fighting inside continued.

"Sword Circle!"

Feng Wanjun looked at the young man in front of her indifferently, her eyes flickered, and she killed directly, her sword turned and circled in the air.

"Collapse the mountain push!"

The young man's arms freed up two strands of spiritual power, his hands were staggered, and he shot out, his shoulders shook, and he pushed the flying long sword horizontally. The tip of the sword collided with the aura on the arm, and sparks shot out one after another, and the sparks jumped, and both of them were repelled by the other party.

Feng Wanjun put away the sword behind him, saluted very seriously, and said, "Dare to ask the name of the senior brother!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, quickly returned the salute, and said with a smile: "It's extraordinary!"

Feng Wanjun nodded, raised his sword and killed, and the figure changed into three sections, each of which was steaming with spiritual power, as if the three Feng Wanjun were suppressed at the same time, and they needed to resist these three figures at the same time to be undefeated.

Tu Bufan was shocked, and the spiritual power in his hand converged to form a spiritual power spear, and as soon as the spear moved, the spiritual energy around him would also churn, and it could derive the bombardment of spiritual energy.

The two were evenly matched, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

"Brother Yu, do you think Wanjun can win?"

Jun Shanmu suddenly looked at Yu Wuxie, and said very uncalmly: "That Tu Bufan's strength is similar to mine, if he didn't fight Wanjun, both of them would become one of the ten, but now the two of them are indistinguishable from each other, and they are both testing each other, I don't know who can win in the end!"

He was very worried about Feng Wanjun, the future of the Feng family and the future of her eldest brother were pressed on her, those were two mountains, if it wasn't for Yu Wuxie's ridicule just now, Feng Wanjun would have been crushed by these two mountains, and at this time, it would be difficult to win when encountering an opponent of equal strength.

"Oh!

Yu Wuxian smiled, bared his teeth and roared towards the Dou Ling Bowl: "Feng Wanjun, Jun Shanmu, this stinky boy said that if you lose, he will marry you and carry the entire Feng family for you!"

His voice was as loud as a bull's roar, and at this moment it spread throughout the entire assessment site, and everyone was stunned when they heard what he said.

"Wow! This is... I want to get married!"

"Haha, congratulations, this Jun Shanmu is really blessed, this cold beauty is going to be carried home by him like this, envy me and wait!"

"Hehe, a group of stinky men, don't be ashamed of what you are yelling about. ”

It was already boiling here, and the entire martial arts garden was talking about Jun Shanmu and Feng Wanjun, and what they said was extremely wonderful, which made Jun Shanmu red-faced and red-eared, and wanted to dig a pit to bury himself. And Feng Wanjun in the Dou Ling Bowl was even more angry, and red clouds also appeared on her cold face, her forehead was bulging, and the sword in her hand suddenly exuded an even more piercing chill.

"Icy Mountains and Rivers!"

Her long sword was inserted into the bowl, and the entire sword body was wrapped in ice, and then she urged her spiritual power to turn the sword, and countless cold ice flew out and fell from the sky, and the huge ice exploded, and when it touched the bowl, it would freeze a large piece of the wall.

"Get out of here!"

Tu Bufan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the majestic spiritual power turned into two big hands and swept away, shattering the flying ice cubes, and his spiritual power big hands were put together, smashing directly towards Feng Wanjun. But he didn't expect the sword in front of Feng Wanjun to blow out a huge cold current, which instantly froze his spiritual power, and then the cold spread and froze his whole person.

Bang!

Countless ice cubes flew in and bombarded Tu Bufan's body, killing him, and he was removed from the Dou Ling Bowl, but there was no unwillingness, and he was convinced.

"I'm a line worse than you, convinced!"

He bowed his hand and hurried away.

Feng Wanjun jumped out of the bowl and saluted: "Accept!"

Then she landed on the roof, looked at Yu Wuxian coldly, and said with a smile: "In three days, I will also go to Brother Yu's residence to pay a visit, and I will learn your methods!"

Her face was as indifferent as her dead father, and that indifference directly covered up her anger, but her expression made people panic, at this moment, if the eyes can kill, then Feng Wanjun will see that everyone is innocent and dead!

"Grass! Lao Tzu is helping you! I don't know what to do, and you don't help to say good things about Jun Shanmu on the dog day!?"

Yu Wuxian looked at Jun Shanmu, who had fallen into shyness, and said angrily: "You really said a word, I offended this iceberg sister to death for you, you idiot, what are you in a daze, you blush, fuck you!"

In the face of Yu Wuxie's scolding, Jun Shanmu was not moved at all, he was still immersed in the words that Yu Wuxian said just now, he had always regarded Feng Wanjun as a "brother", but this time when he heard Yu Wuxian's teasing, he suddenly became shy, this is a feeling that he has never felt before, he has not come back to his senses.

Yu Wuxian was angry, too lazy to scold this lost man, and continued to watch the battle.

The people in the third group had already entered, and these people were also quickly separated, and in the end, a female disciple named Lin Yuqing won.

The next few groups are also indistinguishable, but there is nothing exciting, the only thing that is shocking is that there is a male disciple who can't beat another female disciple, and he actually plays hooligan, fortunately, this person is disqualified, otherwise Yu Wuxian will have to scold Yun Xiaoyang and Si Rongjin The two bastards.

If you don't deprive yourself of your rights, then you shouldn't deprive him of his rights when he robs his house, otherwise he will be the first to disagree!

The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh groups of winning disciples were Qi Yining, Huang Muyang, Lei Yue, and Han Sixteen, among which Qi Yining was the female disciple who was played as a hooligan, and the other three were all thick and strong men.

Yu Wuxian patted his mouth, feeling that the third level of this entrance assessment was also a bit boring, he was about to leave, but was stopped by the six people behind him.

"Alas, where is Senior Brother Yu going!?"

A thin man with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks smiled coldly, and said with a gloomy face: "Today you let a dog bear cheat us into contributing points, how should this account be calculated!?"

Yu Wuxian glanced up at him, smiled calmly, and said, "What does Senior Brother want?"

He still smiled and called the man in front of him "Senior brother". But he didn't have this person in his heart at all, and felt that this person was a cannon fodder, and it was a little funny that he was sent to death by others.

"It's easy to say, we don't bully the junior brother, as long as the junior brother returns the contribution points to us, we are not unreasonable people, as long as the junior brother is willing to return the contribution points, we will no longer bother the junior brother!!"

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked monk smiled, and the other monks behind him also nodded, as if they were innocent of eating fish. Several of them were all cultivators of the Spirit Realm, and although they were all in the early stage of the Spirit Realm, they didn't think that Yu Wuxian would be able to deal with the six of them at the peak of the Body Refining Realm.

So they are determined to let Yu Wuxian spit out those 10,000 points of contribution today, this is not only a matter of face, but also a matter of the dignity of the old disciples, so they will not back down even a little.

"Senior brother, how is it?"

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked monk smiled, rubbed his hands and said, "Senior brother, give me a word, will it succeed or not?"

Yu Wuxian smiled, the breath on his body exploded, and a golden Jiao rose to the sky, and the golden Jiao stepped on the thunder, staring at the six monks beside Yu Wuxian with a fierce light, accompanied by Yu Wuxie's angry roar.

"Get out!"

This sound of "get out" made the monks around Yu Wuxian run away, they didn't want to get involved in this matter, so they vacated the place and let Yu Wuxian settle accounts with the six old disciples in this outer gate.

(To be continued)