"It turned out that the few people in front of me gave commissions, no wonder they were stuck at the head of the bridge and did not move. The newcomers gritted their teeth and were extremely angry, and they all stood on the bridge with their spiritual power, wanting to knock away the roadblocks in front of them with one blow.

"It's him, the kid surnamed Xue. "There are a lot of people who are blocking the bridge.

"Damn, you're talking about that little rascal. Someone scolded and watched a few newcomers rushing from the bridge.

Bang!

Suddenly, a burst of spiritual light shook open from the bridgehead that was blocking the Vermilion Blood Bridge. It was a ripple caused by several spiritual cultivators who were not willing to be left behind, because the people who stepped on the bridge were concentrating on resisting the spiritual pressure, and they were unable to do it for a while, and they were shaken and scattered by the spiritual wave.

Xue Yufei's face was delicately red, she grabbed Que Tianyun and Bing Nie beside her, and forcefully pushed away the crowded man, and with the impact of spiritual power, several people standing by the bridge shook their bodies. For a while, everyone pushed and shoved, and many people fell into the water one after another.

Seeing this, Xue Xiaofeng grabbed the ink-white red belt, and shouted playfully: "Get up!"

A force was accumulating behind Mo Bai.

The action was like a thousand catties, and Mo Bai's body leaned forward suddenly, and under one stumble, he walked five steps away, and was pushing to Yuan Hu's side.

Xue Xiaofeng got up, the spiritual pressure on the bridge suddenly weakened, and he took a spiritual step in front of the two.

The people in front of them suddenly felt lighter, and they all moved their steps to get out of the ban on the bridge.

Even so, they can only move forward, and the people on the bridge are not to be left behind, and they have squeezed into the crowd.

"Damn, there is a ban on this bridge, and if anyone enters it, I'm afraid it will collapse. ”

Xue Xiaofeng's face was embarrassed, and he saw the group hugging each other.

If this continues, I am afraid that no one will be able to get out of this bridge within the stipulated time.

Mo Bai's expression was smart, as if he wanted to say something.

Xue Xiaofeng nodded subconsciously, released his spiritual power, touched the spiritual ring, and brought out a cloud of black powder wrapped in spiritual power.

In an instant, the spiritual power urged, and the black powder burst out behind him under the wrapping of the spiritual power.

Bang, there was a muffled thud from above the bridge.

I saw that the dense air instantly dispersed, and the air became dark and weird.

"Little rascals, they actually resorted to tricks. ”

Some people always pay attention to this previous move, and originally expected someone to walk out of the Vermilion Blood Bridge, but there is such a trick.

After all, he was a veteran, and he secretly knew the formation rules of this bridge.

As soon as this move came out, everyone dared to struggle, and the pace that could still move slightly was difficult to move forward, as if it was deep in the mire.

Even the latecomers who wanted to step on the bridge dared to exert their strength, releasing their spiritual power to disperse the dense black qi.

Seeing this, Xue Xiaofeng urged Mo Bai and Yuan Hu to move forward, and at this time, the spiritual pressure was stable, and the three of them stood shoulder to shoulder, and with one breath, they walked five steps in a row, and then they stopped and adjusted their spiritual power slightly.

It's close, it's near.

Seeing that several people in front of him walked out of the spirit bridge one after another, and at this time, the spirit pressure shook a few times, and it became much easier.

"Let's go. Mo Bai gasped and urged.

"This is the little rascal's spirit fan. Xue Yufei whispered in the ears of Que Tianyun and Bing Nie.

After all, before the battle with Xue Xiaofeng that day, she got black powder from Sister Que, and she already knew the secret, if someone hadn't dropped the bag and replaced it with incense powder, thinking of this time, Xue Yufei's face was slightly red, and she looked at Xue Xiaofeng who was walking quickly with a cold murderous aura.

The three of them exchanged heads and ears, and for a moment, they used their spiritual power to gently dust off the black powder that was all around them.

"Whew, it's finally out of this bridge. Yuan Hu took a breath and stood in front of the attic door.

Mo Bai was the most uncomfortable, after all, the spiritual power was soft, and it was difficult to resist the heavy pressure, so he couldn't help but gasp and said: "Entering this door is the Spirit Pavilion, and there is no time limit after entering the Spirit Pavilion." ”

Xue Xiaofeng shook his head, with a strange smile on his face, and there seemed to be a rolling murderous aura in his eyes, and even the two people beside him avoided that gaze.

"Que Tianyun, cousin, take advantage of the black powder's block, hurry up and cross the bridge. ”

After a roar, everyone heard it clearly and looked sideways!

"Senior brothers, why are the three of Que Tianyun able to pace forward so easily. "Someone saw the clue.

The crowd's eyes widened in anger, and they wanted to go berserk.

"Kid surnamed Que, don't think that you are a member of the Zong family and dare to indulge your cousin Xue Xiaofeng like this. The man said with a vicious look in his eyes.

Que Tianyun's face turned dark, he looked at the people around him vigilantly, and said, "But everyone who is close to my Que family knows that I am at odds with that cousin, how can I cooperate with him to trap everyone." ”

"You're only a second-level spiritual cultivator, and you can still move in this black fog. The person with the third level of spirituality said, "Don't hurry up and hand over the method of breaking this formation." ”

Seeing Que Tianyun hesitating, the third-level cultivator said: "Out of the Spirit Bridge, it is the Spirit Pavilion, the battle of the Spirit Pavilion, the strength of the third level or above is optimistic about Xue Xiaofeng, everyone looks at it."

As soon as everyone responded to these words, Que Tianyun said secretly with a gloomy face: Hmph, little bastard, third-level spiritual cultivation, can you beat it?

So Que Tianyun just gently passed the mantra to those who had a third-level cultivation and a surrounding body, and as for those who were far away from him, they were all blocked.

After all, no one is stupid, the more you are informed, then it will not be so easy to cross the bridge, and the number of competitors has been reduced.

Everyone walked out of the Vermilion Blood Bridge, and the group supported Que Tianyun, shouting to find Xue Xiaofeng for revenge, and everyone walked into the Spirit Pavilion with great momentum, only the people who were blocked by the dense black fog looked at the place where they left dryly, and everyone regretted: I knew earlier, I would have come to line up earlier, if it wasn't for the Dan furnace watching, I would have come a few steps late, alas. The man was large and slightly chubby.

Walking into the Spirit Pavilion, it was a large loft, and in the middle was a ring made of huge stones, and above the ring, there was a man in a red gorgeous brocade dress standing on it.

Seeing this, the people who were originally shouting stopped their mouths one after another, this person's face was stern, his eyes were shining, and he put his index finger against his dry lips to make a static appearance.

"The walls of the Lingge are compared, the elders are respected, the strength is great, and the later spirituality can choose to come to the spiritual cultivation early"

Mo Bai muttered in a low voice: It's over, according to previous years, due to the spiritual pressure of the Lingqiao, only the top of the general strength will pass first, and the only choice for those who are behind can be.

But at this time, the order seems to be a little reversed, looking at the people standing behind them, there are still many acquaintances, all of whom have excellent spiritual power, and have already broken through the second level of spiritual cultivation.

"Three hundred and one, please choose. ”

The man's beard was strained, his flesh was surging, his steps were steady, his breath was like that of a tiger, his spiritual power was surging, and he jumped on the ring, standing out from the crowd.

Everywhere they looked, everyone closed their eyes and bowed their heads, and some even pretended to be calm and looked at them with deep eyes.

"Don't choose me, don't choose me. Mo Bai crossed his hands on his forehead and prayed.

The 301 looked at him lightly, smiled slightly, and said, "I choose the seventy-nine."

"Seventy-nine, it's not me. Mo Bai let out a cold sweat, after all, his spiritual power was weak, and he didn't want to be eliminated in the Spirit Pavilion.

"Seventy-nine, available. The man in a gorgeous brocade robe on the stage looked around lazily, I don't know which moldy boy was selected by this guy, just in previous years, in another competition, this fat man was able to complete the cultivation of the third level of spiritual cultivation with the cultivation of the second level of spirituality, and when we meet again today, it is already the third level of spiritual cultivation, and all of them are students of the first and some of the second college, and the spiritual power is only the fourth level at best, and there are few fifth-level existences.

"Here. ”

I saw a thin man standing below, and I saw that his heart was calm, his face was resolute, and he didn't seem to have the slightest fear.

"It's him, the little rascal. Ha ha. Someone couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw this, this little rascal, who had made a trick before and blocked everyone's way, was now chosen by the fat man in the ring, there is no doubt about it, boy, wait to be beaten and his nose and face are swollen.

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