Murong Jun tried to lift his right foot, only half a minute, and then he felt crumbling, and when everyone saw this, they only said that he should not be able to walk up to these two hundred levels, and it was a pity that he stopped at the transformation like that wind and ink.

At this moment, Murong Jun's footsteps lifted half a minute, fell on the spot, and his right hand reached behind his back, gripping the hilt of the Demon Sealing Sword. Everyone was puzzled, if he couldn't go up this level, did he still have to use tricks to break the ladder and go up? This was simply impossible, and for a while, no one knew what he was going to do.

The next moment, under the puzzled eyes of everyone, Murong Jun pulled out his hand with force, only to feel that his hand sank, and his current state was a little unable to lift this sword. Then let go of the ladder.

Bang!

The wide sword body of the Demon Sealing Sword fell straight to the ground, and there was a loud bang when it touched the ground, and everyone widened their eyes to see that the big sword was actually sinking straight into the ground, and even the place where it touched was cracked, and a sword-shaped pit appeared.

He ...... He has been carrying a huge and extremely heavy sword, judging by the appearance of the ground, this sword can reach at least 10,000 catties!!"

The audience present, whether it was Liumen, the Feng family, or the royal family on the golden throne, was really shocked. Even the emperor's eternal face was smiling. When the fifteenth prince saw this, he could not admit that this person was indeed a rare talent.

Without the burden of sealing the demon sword, Murong Jun suddenly felt relaxed, and the invisible pressure didn't seem to be so sharp. He looked at the slender figure not far away and grinned.

I saw that his right foot was raised, and he still stepped on the top of the two hundred steps with some difficulty, followed the back and forth movement of his feet, and walked forward step by step, and after more than half an hour, he finally stopped in the two hundred and seven steps.

At this time, the dark moon was already at level two hundred and twentie. The distance between the two was not far apart, and Murong Jun said: "Youyue, stop, it's already difficult for you to come forward, why are you still struggling to embarrass yourself?" I have reached level two hundred and seven, unless you can go up to level two hundred and fifty-eight, you can level the level of the two sides, but ......"

After going up the ladder to the sky for so long, Youyue finally turned back for the second time, still with that beautiful face, like an iceberg-like breath, she looked at Murong Jun, her eyes were indifferent, and she muttered for a long time, but she didn't see words.

Murong Jun looked at the face that turned around, the once familiar figure, and called out one after another: "Brother Murong." "It's still in front of me, haunting in my ears. Now looking at each other not far away, he was a little in a trance.

In a somewhat trembling voice, he said, "Youyue, you...... Do you remember your brother Murong......? It's me, do you remember me?" the voice seemed a little excited at the end, a little uncontrollable.

When Youyue heard this, she frowned, and her voice was as crisp as a lark, but it was like a cold wind, and it came coldly: "Murong, I'm sorry, I don't know anyone with the surname Murong, this level, I admit that I can't turn things around, I hope that I can continue to see you in the next level." ”

As he spoke, he jumped out of the ladder, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the bottom of the ladder. Everyone knows that Youyue's move is to see the situation clearly, and this second level is useless to compare.

Murong Jun sighed and shook his head, only saying in his heart that Youyue's memory was sealed, but how could he remember himself if he recognized each other like this.

When Murong Jun's figure broke away from the ladder and landed to retrieve the Demon Sealing Sword, the ladder turned back into a golden bead and flew back to the emperor's hands. After the host announced the results of the second level of the competition, it ended with the victory of the Feng family.

There was a lot of discussion, but some people were puzzled.

"In my opinion, this magic sword should still have some spare strength, but when I saw that I had won the competition, I stopped moving forward. ”

"Yes, this Youyue also gave up automatically, knowing that it was no longer possible to turn things around on their own, and both of them had the strength to spare. ”

"I'm really curious where these two people should have go, they are both gifted people. ”

The talents of the two were recognized by everyone present, and even some powerful ministers with advanced cultivation saw the strangeness, so they admired Murong Jun even more.

Murong Jun returned to the audience where the Feng family was. Bursts of cheers greeted, thinking it was a losing level, but it turned the tide of the people in front of them, how could they not be surprised?

Feng Hanmo said gratefully: "Brother Demon Sword, this time it is really thanks to you, otherwise it would ......" The light in his eyes flickered, but he didn't see how decadent. This made Murong Jun can't help but praise, this person is not a thing in the pool, if there is an opportunity, the future achievements will definitely not stop at the blood spirit stage.

Murong Jun remembered that Lin Zhifei had told him that practicing together is to go against the sky, and his own cultivation is fighting with life and heaven, how can others casually determine their own cultivation path?

Feng Chengji also deliberately stepped forward to thank him, and a group of disciples praised me word by word.

The patriarch smiled: "Demon Sword Xiaoyou, it seems that my vision is still good, haha." ”

"Patriarch Miao praised, the magic sword was just a fluke and took a few more steps. ”

If you are lucky enough to take a few more steps, you can go up to level 207? How can people believe this, this guest is really modest.

Huang Mei said: "Haha, Demon Sword Friend, the patriarch praises you, so you don't have to be so modest." ”

Everyone chatted, and then the patriarch's face became serious, thinking, the disciples all knew that half an hour later, it would be the beginning of the third level. At this time, on the test field, the figures were replaced, the footsteps were loud, and I saw hundreds of figures appearing on the field at great speed, and they were lined up with brushes, and if you looked carefully, there were six hundred.

Huang Mei said: "Patriarch, I don't know who is the candidate for this third level?"

The patriarch groaned, his eyes swept among the disciples, and stopped on Feng Hanmo and Feng Chengji's bodies for a moment.

All the disciples knew that the situation now was actually similar to that of the second level. Feng Zhenghao was in a worried mood, he looked at the patriarch with hope, only that the patriarch did not choose him in the second level because he was relatively old and had average talent, and it was understandable not to choose. But now this third level is compared to a person, his strength is a first-class blood pill, if he fights, even Feng Chengji can't do it, there is no reason not to let him play this time.

The patriarch's eyes paused on him, and then moved away again, but he looked at Murong Jun's body inexplicably, as if he thought of something, and looked at Feng Yujiao again.

With a mysterious smile on his face, he looked at the last row of positions and said, "Come out!"

The disciples looked curiously, and saw that there was a person in the last row who was wrapped in a black robe, and from the outside, he felt that he was tall and thin, and as soon as he stood up, he went straight to the patriarch and said, "I've seen the patriarch." ”

The patriarch nodded, and looked at the disciples again, in fact, in this third level, only one person needs to be strong to make the Feng family win, so in fact, the remaining candidates are not so important in the patriarch's heart.