As soon as the word came out, the aura of the eight directions seemed to be summoned, rolling in with an invisible momentum. The people watching the battle at the edge of the square couldn't help but breathe, and at that moment, it seemed that all the aura around them had been drained.

Zangtian closed his eyes, the pores of his body opened and closed, forming countless cyclones, and the light blue aura formed a cloak that tightly wrapped his body, scrambling to drill into his body through the pores.

"How so?"

"What kind of spirit gathering technique is this?"

"How did his body endure so much aura, isn't he afraid of being blown up?"

Han Feng stared blankly at the hidden sky in the majestic aura, and listened to the incredible sound of exclamation in his ears.

He was equally shocked and speechless.

As we all know, the Soul Melting Realm is to accommodate the aura into one's own body, and the body is like a piece of porcelain, fragile, and the refining of the body realm is to prepare for the early stage of the soul melting, and the body can be trained to be tough in order to accommodate more aura.

And the amount of aura contained in the Soul Melting Realm also indirectly indicates a person's strength in the Soul Melting Realm, as well as the height that they can reach in the future.

The common way to melt the spirit is to slowly absorb the aura all the time without interruption to ensure that it will not be crushed due to greed, so the soul melting realm is a process to kill time.

No one dared to think of melting the soul in the way of hiding the heavens, there may have been before, but those people are all dead, without exception, they are all "supported" to death.

The newborn morning sun was fiery red, reflecting on Zangtian's body, the light blue aura was rising, as if it was a flame, and Zangtian not only did not have the slightest pain, but was enjoying everything, his body was too strong, and only a strong body could hold so much aura in a short time.

After a long time, the aura dissipated, Zangtian opened his eyes, and the realm that many people could not reach in their lives was spent by Zangtian in a snap of their fingers, and it was in such a violent posture.

Many disciples of the Body Refining Realm were afraid, and all that was left was jealousy.

A trace of frustration flashed in Han Feng's eyes, it took him three years to reach the Soul Melting Realm after refining his body, and it was more resentment, resentment Zangtian had already reached the threshold of the Soul Melting Realm, and that threshold was so shallow for him, it turned out that he stayed in the Refining Body Realm just to humiliate himself, if he had known that this would be the result?

The challenge is a joke entirely, and Han Feng is the least funny joke.

Han Feng felt that he had been insulted, he had been the pride of the sky since he was a child, when had he ever been stepped on by someone.

"You see, the Soul Melting Realm is really nothing special. Zangtian said calmly, without mockery, just stating a simple fact, and the truth is often the most hurtful.

In an instant, Han Feng's eyes turned red, and he found that he had never hated someone so much.

"Senior brother, why humiliate people when you have already won? Don't you feel that what you have done is too much?"

Zangtian looked over, it was a young man wearing a white robe, looking fifteen or sixteen years old, holding a long sword in his hand, looking at Zangtian with a timid but firm look in his eyes.

"Genius!" Zang Tian couldn't help but think of this word in his heart, reaching the Spirit Fusion Realm at the age of fifteen is indeed a rare genius, and the future prospects must be limitless. And there is only one disciple who has reached the Soul Melting Realm at this age in the Purple Hanging Sect, and the identity of the teenager is naturally about to come out, and the closed disciple of the third peak Elder Moyang, Ming Buping, ranks third on the Soul Melting List, only below the head disciple Yue Mubai.

"Excessive?" Zang Tian turned his head to look at the timid young man, he didn't mean to humiliate Han Feng, so naturally he couldn't talk about it excessively.

"Yes, excessively, the master said that if you see injustice, you will naturally take care of it. The boy tightened his sword.

"There are a lot of injustices in the world, how do you manage it? How can you manage it?" A sarcastic smile hooked up at the corner of Zangtian's mouth, genius is genius, but he is too stupid.

"I naturally can't control the injustices in the world, but since I see it, I must take care of it. Ming Buping took a deep breath and said slowly: "Senior brother doesn't take the Spirit Melting Realm in his eyes, so naturally he doesn't take us seriously, in order to defend our dignity, I can only ask Senior Brother for advice." ”

"Hey!" Zangtian sighed helplessly: "Let's shoot." ”

The sword is unsheathed.

Ming Buping's eyes were no longer timid, but full of fierceness, like a real unsheathed sword.

It came up with a powerful sword technique, with vast spiritual power, emitting thousands of sword qi, forming a sharp sword net towards Zangtian.

Zangtian can break through the past with powerful exercises, but that will inevitably consume a lot of spiritual power, the best way is to dodge it, Zangtian remembered the exercise "Willow Catkins with the Wind" that Han Feng had used before, he had seen it in the library, although it was just a simple glance, it was enough for him to show it.

The spiritual power is restrained, the body becomes light and fluttering like catkins, a gust of wind blows, and the sky actually floats up, the real catkins with the wind is to forget themselves, forget the surrounding environment, and imagine themselves as a real catkins.

The first sword qi formed by the sword net came, the sword qi formed a wind, and the wind blew the "catkins", not deliberately, the sky floated up, and easily dodged it.

And then there's the second ...... The third ...... The Tenth ...... The hundredth ......

The sword net, which was very tricky in the eyes of others, was easily cracked by Zangtian, and even the sleeves were not broken in the slightest.

"Is this catkins with the wind?" Han Feng opened his mouth in shock, he would also be catkins with the wind, it was because he knew how difficult it was to cultivate, and he imagined himself as like catkins, but also to make his body as light as catkins, and to completely hand over the control of his body, he couldn't deliberately dodge.

"How could he have cultivated the catkins with the wind to this point?" The more I thought about it, the more shocked I became, there was a difference between Han Feng and Zangtian, and it was not at the same level at all.

Ming Buping didn't want to defeat Zangtian with a single sword net, even though the sword net was indeed powerful.

The sword net was broken, and Ming Buping followed the shot, and the shot was the most powerful ray of the sky, the sword light cut through the morning light, and the sharp sword seemed to want to cut the sky open.

In the face of the powerful sword, Zangtian was not flustered, he stood in place, and when the sword was close to the top of his head, Zangtian calmly stretched out his hand and grabbed the sharp sword blade in the dazzling sword.

"How could the physical body be so strong?"

It is not the strength of the physical body that grabs the sword blade, and no matter how strong the physical body is, it is impossible to shake the sword blade head-on, unless the Nine Heavens of Refining the Body are cultivated to a higher level.

The white mangs in the palm of Zangtian flashed, and there were complex lines engraved on it, and a thin layer was the white jade tortoise shell, which could not only contain items, but also be indestructible and could appear anywhere on the body, and was the best defensive treasure.

"You lost. Zangtian shook his hand into a fist and smashed it into Mingbu's chest.

At the moment of crisis, Ming Buping had to come to the file with a horizontal sword.

With a click, there was originally a hair-thin crack at the blade, and in the blink of an eye, the crack became larger, and the long sword broke from the middle and shattered in half.

Ming Buping held the broken sword and looked at Zangtian aggrievedly, tears fell to the ground from his big eyes, and he cried aggrievedly in the Spirit Gathering Realm.

In the final analysis, Ming Buping is just a fifteen-year-old child, dedicated to cultivation, ignorant of the world, everything is taught by the master, and although that sword is not a good sword, it has been with him since he was five years old, for Ming Buping, it is not a sword, but his friend, but now that the sword is broken, how can he not be sad.

Zangtian looked at the crying Ming Buping blankly, and he had a sense of guilt for bullying the small.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Zangtian explained, he didn't know that there was a crack in the sword, and he knew that he wouldn't use that much strength at all.

Zangtian's apology was completely useless, and Ming Buping held the sword in distress and ignored him.

"I'll pay you a better hand in the future. "Zangtian accompanied the smiling face, there was a good sword in the clan, but it didn't come out.

Ming Buping looked at Zangtian angrily, and his eyes were full of words: You don't understand.

"Hmph!" Ming Buping snorted and walked away angrily.