"Teacher, I tried my best......"

Under the ring, Yan Wushuang returned to Mo Heng and the others with a pale face, and Lin Yun stepped forward to help, obviously injured. The 100-person decisive ten competition is to determine the top 100, and Yan Wushuang's strength is far less than the top 100!

Mo Heng nodded and said, "Go and rest!"

Mo Heng didn't mean to blame, if Yan Wushuang had been in the top two hundred before, but this year it was impossible, one was that the competition system had been changed, and the two contestants were too strong, but it was a pity that Yan Wushuang was a little out of time!

Of course, fortunately, I can keep an entry spot, and my cultivation in the sect is far faster than my own cultivation!

Most of the pillars of incense have passed, and now Yunchen and Fang Yu are still on the stage!

"Huh, why is there still a point of return to the Yuan Realm here?"

On the eighth ring, there were still fifteen or sixteen people left, and one of the white-clothed young men saw that Yunchen was still on the stage, and then frowned slightly, the game was almost over, and there was still a point of Guiyuan Realm martial artist present, he was naturally surprised!

This person is one of the ten disciples of the Xuanmen Sect who participated in the competition, named Zhou Jian, a disciple of the Ninth Elder!

At this time, Yunchen had already swept under the sweep with one shot, and a family disciple in the middle of the two-point Yuan Realm was swept out of the stage by him, which made Zhou Jian's eyes light up!

"It's really not that simple, it's a little interesting!" The corners of Zhou Jian's mouth rose, and he always carried the sword with his fingers, because these people were not worthy of his sword!

After seeing Yunchen's ferocity, Zhou Jian's original idea of sending Yunchen down was temporarily put away, and he turned to look at a disciple of the ancient martial arts family who was less than ten zhang away from him!

The disciple of the ancient martial arts family was suddenly terrified when he glanced at it, and he recited the eighteenth generation of Zhou Jian's ancestors in his heart, there are more than a dozen people in his mother, who can be your opponent, why do you want to look at Lao Tzu?

However, before he could react, Zhou Jian's finger sword had already appeared in front of him, and the sword pointed past, as if piercing his heart, but in fact, his sword finger was just whistling in his ear, and for a while, the young man was like falling into an ice cellar, drenched in cold sweat!

"Your reaction is too slow, if it's a life-and-death battle, you're already dead, go down!" Zhou Jian said lightly!

The young man who came back to his senses sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Why me?"

Zhou Jian showed a faint smile and said, "Because you look the weakest!"

"Am I the weakest?"

The young man glanced at the fact that there were more than a dozen people left in the ring of the original hundred, and he was immediately a little frustrated!

Yes, if he wasn't the weakest, how could he have made a move on himself? If he was the same, the persimmon would have picked a soft pinch!

In desperation, the young man jumped out of the ring bitterly and said goodbye to the identity of the core disciple!

After some fighting, there were thirteen people left on the stage in the end, and no one dared to act so easily at this time, because many people were about the same strength and did not dare to act rashly!

However, there is still a quarter of the time left for the pillar of incense, and the strong people can't sit still, because if they exceed the specified time, they will be eliminated immediately, they have absolute strength, and it is impossible to put this uncertainty on themselves!

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Jian glanced at Yunchen!

Zhou Jian, as a disciple of the elders of the sect, is the top of the younger generation of Xuantianmen, and his eyesight is also outstanding, although he doesn't know Yunchen, but he can judge Yunchen's extraordinary!

"How about you and I pick one by one?" Zhou Jian smiled slightly!

As soon as Zhou Jian's words came out, more than a dozen people on the stage were vigilant!

Zhou Jian noticed Yun Chen, and Yun Chen naturally looked at him, but he was the only sect disciple in this ring, and it was difficult for Yun Chen not to pay attention, and he even had a burning battle intent, because a duel with such a person would make him feel his blood boiling.

However, Yunchen also knows that now is not the time, what we have to do now is to eliminate the uncertain factors, if you don't drive people out of power because of your softness, it will be a joke if you are eliminated because of the rules!

"Okay!" At this time, Yunchen smiled slightly, You Long grabbed a deep groan, and looked at the remaining eleven people!

"Hey, if you pick one by one, I'll naturally pick one too!"

It was Ou Yangming who spoke, and Ou Yangming thought that only the three of them were the strongest on this stage, but it was obvious that Zhou Jian and Yunchen didn't take him seriously!

"Feel free!"

Zhou Jian smiled slightly, and continued to refer to the sword, taking a fancy to a person, that person was instantly stunned, but since he had come to this point, how could he give up?

At this moment, Yunchen's pupils shrank!

Before, because he had to keep sweeping people, he didn't pay attention to how Zhou Jian made a move, and he didn't understand Zhou Jian's moves, which surprised him, because this sword point was extraordinary!

"That's ...... Artistic conception fusion?

Yunchen's heart was for a while, just now Zhou Jian made a move, it was clearly like a gust of wind blowing, and in that inadvertent moment, Zhou Jian is the wind, and the wind is Zhou Jian!

For the artistic conception of the wind!Yunchen has reached the level of Dacheng, he can use the wind and use the wind, but Yunchen knows that it is just the inferior use of the artistic conception of the wind, and the real artistic conception is not to use, not to superimpose, but to integrate, that is the real use of the artistic conception!

Including the sword intent he comprehended, all he could do was superimpose, but how could the superimposed sword intent be compared to the fused sword intent?

In the battle between Wucheng and Ningsha, the last extreme slaughter used by Yunchen was superimposed with sword intent, if he could fuse the sword intent at that time, his attack power was estimated to be able to cut Ningsha into two sections!

"Awesome!"

Yunchen secretly praised, he was also very glad that he could compete with these people on this stage, because he could learn a lot and understand a lot from it.

As Zhou Jian made a move, the sword pointed at the young man, and the young man didn't even have time to react, and watched Zhou Jian poke over, but just as his sword finger approached the young man, the sword finger changed and pushed the young man out with one palm!

At this time, the game is not a fight, if he is really poked by Zhou Jian's sword finger, this person will lose half his life if he doesn't die!

Zhou Jian's actions made the people on the stage drenched in cold sweat, because most of them couldn't stop this move!

"The gap is too big!" Some of the remaining people exclaimed, "Is this the strength of the sect's own disciples?"

"It's my turn!"

Zhou Jian won with one blow, Ou Yangming was holding a paper fan, he also wanted to learn from Zhou Jian, without using weapons, and using thunder to knock one person down!

Ou Yangming's paper fan was raised, pointing at a small martial artist, the little martial artist swallowed his saliva, looking left and right, he really wanted to see if Ou Yangming was wrong!

"Don't look at it, it's you......!"

"the mud horse!"

Ou Yangming rushed over, the little man scolded loudly, of course he also resisted, but this verbal sentence directly angered Ou Yangming!

"Look for death!"

Ou Yangming shouted angrily, his five fingers turned into claws, like a giant eagle flying down!

"Extreme Yin White Bone Hand!"

Seeing that Ou Yangming pounced, the little martial artist's face turned pale, he knew Ou Yangming, and he was ranked thirteenth on the entry list, as long as the person who entered the trial tournament could not pay attention to it!

"I recognize ......"

The little martial artist just wanted to admit defeat, but it was too late, Ou Yangming's white bone hand had already arrived!

Bang!

With a muffled snort, the little warrior flew out of his mouth directly spitting blood, his chest was directly concave, and he fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead!

As the little warrior was carried down by someone after a fiasco, the rest of the people were terrified and turned their eyes to Yunchen!

Of course, they all knew Yunchen's prestige, and it wouldn't be worse than Ou Yangming anyway, because even Ou Yangming couldn't chase after Han Qianzhu, so scared that Ning Sha didn't dare to show his head!

"Damn, they're all perverts, one is more fierce than the other, no matter what, I'm not going to fight, if I choose me, I'll admit defeat and surrender directly, so as to save the other party from being angry like that idiot!"

"It's your turn!"

Ou Yangming opened the folding fan and the cloud was light, he was very satisfied with the shot he had just made, and he was as instant as Zhou Jian!

However, when he reminded Yunchen, he found that Yunchen was standing in place and not moving, and when he turned sideways, Yunchen was closing his eyes and standing in place with a silver spear and pestle!

"Huh?" Ou Yangming was puzzled, not only him, but Zhou Jian was also surprised!

"It's ......"

Zhou Jian didn't dare to confirm it for a while, because Yunchen looked like he was asleep, but it looked like he was ...... Epiphany?

Zhou Jian's heart suddenly set off a stormy wave, and he had an epiphany in this situation?

Epiphany is all meditation, not disturbed inside and outside, he has also experienced it, and it will never be in such a noisy ring, this ...... Is it a snooze?

Looking at Yunchen's state, Zhou Jian was stunned, because he couldn't tell Yunchen's state!

"It's unbelievable to have an epiphany in this environment!" At this moment, the referee elder of the eighth ring touched his beard, he also felt incredible, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that Yunchen was really having an epiphany!

Thinking of this Eighth Elder flying away, he was condescending, and said with a cold expression, "Don't touch him, Zhou Jian!"

"The disciple is here!"

The Eighth Elder said, "You pick one!"

"Yes——!"

Zhou Jian responded, glanced at Yunchen, and was surprised in his heart!

Ou Yangming also frowned slightly, while the other eight people fell into panic again, originally Yunchen suddenly calmed down and felt that there was still a chance, but the eighth elder's words directly poured a basin of cold water on them!

But then again, it's actually understandable, the eight of them know that they are not the enemies of Yunchen Yihe, and what they do is right!

And under Yunchen's epiphany, the 100-person final competition is gradually coming to an end......