After more than two thousand meters, there were no more new disciples entering the pavilion. Even the senior brothers of the Eight Divisions Pavilion were only hovering around four thousand meters. Because, after more than four thousand meters, the pressure increases exponentially, and only a few people such as cabinet masters and law enforcement elders can ignore it.

Bruce Lee held a black and white beast egg and slowly walked up in heavy armor. When he approached the height of 4,000 meters, he finally saw scattered figures again. And when these people saw Bruce Lee, they were all shocked. Looking at him, he looks like a new disciple who has just entered the cabinet, but why can he come here. You know, if you can move freely here, you have to stay in the Holy Spirit Pavilion for three or five years. Like Bruce Lee, there are probably very few people who can "visit here" as soon as he enters the cabinet.

Along the way, he still didn't feel the slightest discomfort. The extreme realm of war suppression, which is difficult for ordinary people to reach, seems to be a void for him.

"I don't know if it's related to twin cyclones."

Bruce Lee guessed wildly.

Ignoring those surprised eyes, Bruce Lee walked towards more than four thousand meters in a burst of exclamations.

"This person is new to the cabinet? Are the current disciples already strong to this extent? ”

A cabinet brother exclaimed.

There was also a humane beside him: "Judging by his clothes, he should be a disciple of the South Pavilion, it is really unbelievable." However, the pressure will increase geometrically, and even if we dare not stay for a long time, I am afraid that it will be dangerous for him to break in so recklessly. ”

The people around him: "You are too worried! With the Great Elder in charge, he won't let anything happen to the disciples. ”

"That's right..."

After saying that, several people fell silent again.

Bruce Lee didn't know what they were thinking, so he saluted everyone from afar, and then climbed the mountain on his own. Four thousand meters later, he felt that the air around him seemed to be full of spirituality. The extremely strong battle suppression extreme realm seems to make the battle qi become viscous. For the new disciples who have entered the pavilion, if they can live here for a long time, even if they don't do cultivation, their battle qi can improve rapidly.

Bruce Lee waved his hand, and the rich battle qi could almost be sensed through his body. Holding the beast egg, he couldn't help but be amazed: "Is this the aura squeezed out of the battle suppression extreme realm, it's really amazing!" ”

Feeling the two cyclones being triggered in his body, Bruce Lee looked up and said, "Just over four thousand meters, the battle qi is so thick. What if you reach the top of the mountain? ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't hide his excitement, as if the feeling of weight had dissipated, and there was only a strong drive that filled his body. Taking a deep breath, Bruce Lee refreshed his luck and walked away firmly.

The main peak of the Holy Spirit Pavilion is very majestic, and the height is naturally the best among the mountains. Another hour had passed, and the surrounding area was already foggy, clouds were rolling, and the temperature had dropped to freezing.

At an altitude of two thousand meters, the evil eyes had already gritted their teeth and stared at the stone steps ahead in disbelief. Calculating the time, it has been nearly two hours since Bruce Lee went up. During this period, he also went up to check, but found no trace of Bruce Lee. Withstanding the strong suppressive force, it can be regarded as personally eliminating the possibility of the latter tricking.

Two hours have passed, and the little fat man Shi Jiahao has already sat here. Seeing the vague gaze sweeping from the side, the corpse was very irritable in his heart. Especially when he glanced at the purple shadow of the yew girl who was closing and concentrating on the side, there was a kind of shame and anger due to vanity.

It was really difficult to suppress the boredom in his heart, and he couldn't help but snort coldly: "Tell you to pretend with me, I'm afraid that at this time, the meridians have been reversed, and the root cause has been hurt, right?" ”

Although his voice was not loud, it was very clear on the main peak, which was so quiet that even the sounds of birds and beasts could not be heard. Shi Jiahao pouted unceremoniously and sneered: "Self-deception." Why don't you pretend to try one? ”

"What did you say?"

Glaring angrily, the Grim's eyes were red and he looked at the little fat man. The latter's words obviously made him lose face in front of the purple shadow, even if the girl didn't care about him at all.

However, Shi Jiahao seemed very calm, and resolutely said, "You can't hear what I say?" The eyes are beautiful, but the ears don't seem to be very good. ”

Hearing this, the already somewhat annoyed Death Technique instantly erupted, and his eyes flashed red and said, "Dead fat man, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know my methods." As he spoke, he saw two red lights like pillars, heading straight for the little fat man Shi Jiahao.

"Hmph, I see that your pink eye should also be cured."

The latter did not show weakness either, and the giant hammer stomped in front of him.

The red light hit the giant hammer, and the little fat man couldn't help but tremble. Although the attack did not fall on his body, he felt a chill all over his body, and he felt like a man on his back.

Holding the giant hammer with one hand, the little fat man mobilized his battle spirit and swung it violently. A strong wave of air rose everywhere, and that ghostly feeling dissipated. Looking at the Dead Art again, he couldn't help but have a little more vigilance in his eyes.

In an instant, the wood swung out another palm, and a red palm force came in an instant, reaching the little fat man's chest.

The swinging giant hammer slammed down, shattering his attack directly, leaving a circle of aftermath to stir up.

Seeing this, the blue-robed young man on the side suddenly waved his hand, and the originally fierce battle qi fluctuations subsided in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

Both the Dead Shu and the little fat man couldn't help but look at this person, and a touch of imperceptible surprise rose. However, the latter didn't seem to know, and chuckled: "Ren Ran in the Lower Heaven Pavilion, the two of them are good at the same door." However, this place is not suitable for fighting, and there are other disciples who are cultivating, so I hope to understand. As he spoke, he also glanced at the purple shadow not far away. However, the latter has always been cultivating with his eyes closed, unmoved by external interference.

Scratched the little fat man fiercely, and snorted coldly, and then stopped.

Shi Jiahao glanced at Ren Ran, who was smiling, and then turned to the Death Technique and slammed down the giant hammer.

However, this episode also made several people more interested in Bruce Lee's whereabouts. Except for the purple shadow, who had been indifferent, even the silver-speared young man, who had always been cold and indifferent, glanced at the stone steps, not knowing what he was thinking.

When the dispute at the bottom of the mountain gradually subsided, Bruce Lee finally looked at the end of the stone steps. Overjoyed in his heart, he touched the beast egg and grinned: "It's finally almost the top." Good guys, almost caught up with Mount Everest. ”

Compared to the previous 6,900 meters, the last 100 meters of height are almost instantaneous. When Bruce Lee took his final step, a damp sensation greeted him. Looking at it, Rao is his heart, and he will inevitably be amazed.

unimaginable. The aura at the summit has become so viscous that it turns into a liquid that drips out of thin air and eventually converges into a lake hundreds of meters in diameter, which is very spectacular.

Pick it up with your hand. The "water droplets" that had just fallen on the palm of his hand instantly turned into a pure aura and quietly seeped into the pores.

If it were someone else, I am afraid that the meridians would be directly disturbed by this liquefied aura. Coupled with the innumerable battle suppression extreme realm in the outside world, ordinary people can't resist it at all. However, even if Bruce Lee was standing here, he still did not feel the slightest discomfort. On the contrary, he even felt that the aura was very friendly to him, and took the initiative to wander around him, as if he had found a home.

Bruce Lee walked to the edge of the Spirit Lake, put down the beast egg in his hand, and gently picked it up. As soon as he started it, the speed of the liquefied aura, which was already visible to the naked eye, decreased sharply, and finally turned into energy and surged into Bruce Lee's body again.

The two rounds of cyclones were spinning, and Bruce Lee's natural luck was to refine this pure and rich aura into his own battle qi. Obviously feeling the growth of the battle qi in his body, Bruce Lee said excitedly: "If it goes on like this, let alone the fighters, even if you break through to the qi fighters, it is not impossible!" ”

Without further ado. Looking at the entire Spirit Lake, Bruce Lee found a shallow edge. After a moment's hesitation, he sat down cross-legged without removing the Death Armor.

Abandon distracting thoughts, close your eyes and run the Nanlong Jue. As soon as the two rounds of cyclones went up and down, they began to absorb and refine the aura for Bruce Lee.

However, although the aura here is abundant, if you want to absorb a large amount of it, not everyone can do it. When a large amount of liquefied aura entered the operation of the Southern Dragon Jue through all parts of the body, it also posed a huge test to Bruce Lee's physical strength.

At first, the pores around the body itched, and then turned into a slight tingling. As this pain intensifies, the meridians and organs in the body also begin to feel uncomfortable. And all this is only a little more than ten minutes. In the end, when he felt the pain in the five inner parts, he had to go ashore and temporarily end his cultivation in the lake.

As soon as his mind turned, Bruce Lee felt that in just this little time, the battle spirit had improved significantly. He couldn't help but say, "It's simply a cultivation resort. No wonder so many people have to enter the major sects with their heads squeezed. In terms of cultivation speed alone, there is a world of difference between the disciples of the sect and the outside world. ”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but rejoice that he had such an opportunity. However, he didn't fully understand that he was a special case. If it weren't for the fact that his physical strength was beyond the standard, and he had never been exposed to battle qi, a single drop of spiritual fluid here could destroy his foundation.

After a little breathing, Bruce Lee went into the water again. What he didn't notice was that the black-veined beast egg that was placed aside was also quietly changing. The black stripes on it will appear swirling from time to time, like a big mouth, mercilessly sucking the aura around it. And time is also quietly spent in such a cycle.

At the same time, the two kilometers below the mountain began to become lively. The attitude of the dead art towards Bruce Lee has also changed from the original sneer to horror. Because, in front of him stood two senior brothers of Xuange who had just come down the mountain. And according to what they said, they did see a Nange disciple crossing a height of four thousand meters all the way to the mountain.

How strong the pressure on the mountain is, the art of mortaria is deeply understood. Not to mention more than 4,000 meters, even 2,500 meters, he can't stay. Looking at the mountain peak in disbelief, the Dead Shu muttered, "On his own, it is absolutely impossible. Could it be with the help of some external force? ”

Seeing this, the little fat man fell into the well and smiled: "Haha... This Bruce Lee is really sure to win every gamble! ”

The little fat man's words were undoubtedly reminding him not to forget to gamble. Glancing coldly at the little fat man, he didn't want to stay for a second, and went straight down the mountain.

Watching him leave, the little fat man thought to himself: "This guy has a cold heart, don't you want to find someone to take revenge, right?" I'll have to take a look. ”

When the two Xuange senior brothers also left one after another, there were only three people left here: Ren Ran, who was blue-robed and gray-haired, a young man with a silver gun, and a girl in a purple shirt, Ziying. After listening to Senior Brother Xuange's narration, Ziying, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, also looked at the top of the mountain curiously. After all, this kind of fact is somewhat appalling.

Seeing this, Ren Ran not far away looked strange. Ziying, who is usually indifferent to anyone and everything, actually became interested in Bruce Lee's actions, which made his heart fluctuate.

The silver-speared boy frowned even rarely, and looked at the purple shadow without a trace, as if the purple-shirted girl's every move made him particularly concerned.