One inch, two inches, three inches......

The ancient red iron sword slowly rose into the air, and the higher it went, the greater the gravity.

The iron sword, which was disembodied and supported by spiritual power, trembled a few times, and almost fell down several times, but fortunately, Li Han's eyes were quick, and he quickly increased the injection of spiritual power, which kept it rising steadily.

However, in this way, the consumption of mental power is greatly increased.

And obviously, this is just the beginning, once it rises to a certain distance, I am afraid that the gravity of the iron sword will be even more terrifying, and the consumption of spiritual power will also be increased exponentially......

In an instant, the cold that originally felt a hundred meters was unbearable, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

Cold sweat like rain.

It was only three or four feet away, and it took him more than a quarter of an hour, and the consumption of spiritual power had reached a terrifying number, only close to one percent of all spiritual power.

If he continues like this, before he reaches the platform, he will inevitably exhaust his spiritual power, the iron sword will fall, and the challenge will fail.

"This ......"

In Li Han's mind, his thoughts turned sharply, thinking about countermeasures.

At the same time, I also realized that I still underestimated the difficulty of transporting this iron sword, and I should not choose such a weight and volume, and I regretted it a little.

However, it was too late to regret at this time, so he could only grit his teeth and continue to transport.

At the same time, the mind silently recites the 'Water is Full and Overflowing', imagining that there is a plate of water in the mind, which is constantly consumed and then continuously generated, so that the spiritual power can be slowly restored.

In this way, he finally stabilized, and the iron sword rose steadily, slowly rising to a height of nearly ten meters.

......

Li Han felt that he was embarrassed enough, however, he didn't know that he had sent such a heavy iron sword into the air, and it had reached a range of about ten meters in the air, and it seemed that it was far from exhausting himself.

And like him, there are already many people sitting around the iron platform at this moment, because of the transportation of a smaller, thinner iron sword, but just a few meters into the air, they all encountered obstacles, and their mental strength was overdrawn, unable to support, causing it to fall and fail.

Many people opened their eyes, still palpitating, looking at the people around them, all of them were pale, ashamed to the point of shame, knowing that they could not succeed.

Looking at the iron swords that were still "floating" in the air, and still slowly but firmly moving towards the heights, he was even more envious, and there was a hint of jealousy.

"Huh......"

Suddenly, there were several exclamations from the crowd.

Before everyone closed their eyes and moved the sword, they only knew that the person who transported the largest iron sword at that time was Feng Feifei, a disciple of the Beast Control Family, but now when they opened their eyes, they found that it was not the case.

With the passage of time, now in mid-air, there is an orange-yellow ancient sword that can be compared to the dark blue sword that Feng Feifei transported.

And bigger and heavier than the dark blue sword, there was also an ancient red iron sword.

This ancient red iron sword, although it started late and was below the two swords, but looking at its speed, it was not inferior to the two swords, and as the difficulty of the ascent increased, it would catch up sooner or later.

"Who are these two people? They are actually comparable to Feng Feifei, a genius disciple of the Beast Control Family who is good at cultivating spiritual power, and there is another person, far beyond his level, it seems that his spiritual power is more than twice as powerful as his?"

No wonder everyone exclaimed.

As we all know, in this world, many people's spiritual power is maintained at a relatively ordinary level, and if they want to surpass most people, they either have spiritual secret techniques or are talented.

And Feng Feifei, as a disciple of the Beast Control Family, has both good spiritual talent and family inherited spiritual cultivation secret techniques, and her spiritual power is naturally much stronger than that of disciples of the same age.

It can be said that among the people present, it is almost difficult to have a more powerful person than her.

Of course, it is difficult not to necessarily say that there is none, such as the white-clothed disciple of the Soul Control Family, the 'Eyeless Son' Ling Xinghe.

Soul control is similar to beast control, and even to some extent, beast control can only have an effect on mountain beasts, but soul control can even be manipulated by people, compared to Feng Feifei, Ling Xinghe is obviously stronger.

However, he had already won the battle in the martial arts, so it stands to reason that he would not participate in this challenge of mental power.

So at this time, I was standing in front of the central stone wall, and I was in the clothes of the 'Flower Marquis', and the blue devil clothes who had already won, Dugu Yinglong, Dugu Yingxiong, etc., watched the battle together, and they were not here at all.

The people present can still be compared with Feng Feifei, and the winner is very rare, and even rare.

No wonder everyone was so amazed, even incredulous.

Their eyes wandered around the iron platform among the many disciples who were still participating in the challenge with their eyes closed, and soon, they locked on two somewhat unusual targets.

"Could it be them?"

These two people, one is dressed in black, with his hair scattered, deliberately looking a little cold and handsome, and he is in a state of bohemianism.

The other is a white-clothed young man with a somewhat feminine face, who has also shot in the martial arts challenge before, defeating Zhao Benlei, the 'golden gun and silver arm' of Wanzhou's double gun door, and calls himself Yinzhou Jing Yuxiu.

At this moment, it is around these two people, the aura fluctuations are the most powerful, and those who are close can even feel the powerful spiritual aura around them, and even distort their vision, blurring their senses, and can't help but be surprised.

"It's just that I don't know who it is, who controls the orange and yellow little sword, and who can beat Feng Feifei and control the ancient red iron sword?"

There was a lot of speculation, but no conclusion could be given.

The outcome will only be known until they open their eyes, or when the dust finally settles.

......

Regardless of the challenge on the side of spiritual power, in the other two places, many young masters also competed.

In front of the central stone wall, the largest number of people.

"Boom!"

A rude young man with bronze skin suddenly rounded his arms, and his muscles swelled like tendons, like a snake python, and then "Bang Peng" struck out with a heavy palm.

The strength is like a mountain, destroying the loose and breaking the mountain.

The dark red qi wave rolled forward, however, this seemingly imposing palm fell on the immortal stone wall in front of him, but it was like a rebound, and suddenly rushed out with a stronger attitude, the rude young man was suddenly caught off guard, and with a miserable scream, he was immediately staggered by this dark red qi wave, fell to the ground, and rolled out four or five feet away before stopping.

On the stone wall, smooth as a mirror, there was not even a trace left, as if this earth-shattering palm had not happened just now, and everyone was in an uproar.

In the rear, when Yi Qinghuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, and looked at the rude young man who was hit hard by his own strong counterattack, and there was no pity, and when he got up, his eyes glanced indifferently at the rude young man, and then he said indifferently: "Ben Hou has already said that this stone wall is different, and you can't use any Dao Qi and body method, otherwise, you will encounter the same result as this little friend." ”

"So, please be careful, if you are injured, don't say that I don't know what I say. The reason why the ancestors of the past generations were able to leave traces on this stone wall was not because of Dao Qi, but purely with their own understanding of Dao Techniques, and blasted out with physical strength, causing the same effect of Dao Technique attacks. ”

"Otherwise, if you can use Dao Qi, it is estimated that this stone wall, let alone more than 400 years, will be destroyed in ten years. ”

"Ah...... I see!"

Only then did everyone suddenly realize, and one by one they looked at the bronze-skinned rude young man, and while they were amused by his recklessness, they couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

When he looked at the fairy stone wall in front of him again, his expression was much more solemn.

"I'll do it!"

Finally, one person walked out, with a kind face and a smile on his face, it was the disciple of the 'Nine Star Building' who had defeated Li Han's hands, the fat man in red, He Yushan.

Before he walked to the fairy stone wall, he didn't bother to move, looked at it carefully, and even stretched out his finger and knocked on it, hearing its "sonorous" sound.

Only then did his face move, and then his legs were parted, standing like a bow horse, exhaling and making a sound, without using the strength of his own body, driving the muscles and bones to resonate, and then "bang" and hit out with a palm.

A gale whistled, and the next moment, "Bang", on the fairy stone wall, upright, printed with a fat palm print several inches deep.

Even if the fat man He Yushan moved his palm away, there was still a trace of flame aura emitted inside.

"Three inches and seven into the stone!

One person reported the depth, causing an exclamation.

......

ps: The second change, make up for the second arrears.