The red light curtain quickly fell, four hundred and eighty! The spiritual power value was four hundred and eighty! Xia Shihuo's spiritual power value was actually four hundred and eighty! No! It was still moving, it was floating upward, four hundred and eighty-one! It had risen, it had actually risen, it had actually risen, four hundred and eighty-two! If it surpassed Xia Yuan, could it still go up?" I said that Senior Brother Xia couldn't be behind that kid from the Star Sect, and he really surpassed him!" A disciple of the Heavenly Sect finally breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Look, it's still growing!" shouted a disciple next to him as if he had discovered a new continent, pointing to the black crystal pillar. Four hundred and eighty-three! Is it not moving, no, it is still moving, four hundred and eighty-four! It has already surpassed the autumn cold, more than the autumn cold! Our Senior Brother Xia is finally ranked first, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sect are crazy, and they are still rising, four hundred and eighty-five! Can it go up again?

More than 100,000 eyes were staring at the red liquid, and no one made a sound, so they were afraid that their voice would affect the rise and fall of the red liquid, and they didn't move, and finally they didn't move, four hundred and eighty-five! It is worthy of being the first disciple of the Panlong Sect, and he won the first place in the competition of spiritual power value, while the second disciple of the Heavenly Sect, Qiu Yihan, won the second place, and the well-known Xia Yuan won the third place. The Earth Sect's Sun and Sky Light and Moon Full Frost ranked fourth and fifth, respectively.

After returning to the Star Sect, the senior brothers congratulated Mo Lun one after another, but Mo Lun was not satisfied with his results, why didn't he have the first place? Mo Lun sat in his quiet room, constantly thinking about this question, thinking about it and being open-minded. His first-level Great Perfection realm has only been a month long. And Xia Shihuo and Autumn Yihan's second-level Great Perfection realms have been for three or four years. It's normal for your spiritual power to be inferior to your opponent's. Besides, he is only in his twenties, and Xia Shihuo is already in his thirties, judging from the cultivation time, the opponent has cultivated ten years longer than himself, and it is normal for the spiritual power value to be higher than his own.

The next morning, when they came to the square, it was already overcrowded, and today the competition was to test the strength of the body. That is, without using spiritual power, compare the body's ability to resist blows and the power of unarmed strikes. The one hundred and three people who participated in the selection competition all came to the northeast corner of the square, where a ten-meter-high metal dragon was placed, with the dragon's head facing the square, and the ground directly opposite the dragon's head was full of engraved lines, and there were numbers next to the engraved lines.

Within ten zhang of the metal dragon, there was a layer of light curtain, and all the players had to enter the light curtain in advance, and Mo Lun felt as if the spiritual power on his body had been suppressed when he had entered the light curtain. Unable to mobilize, he turned around and asked, "How do you feel?" A disciple of the Human Sect replied, "The spiritual power is suppressed. I can't do it at all. "It turned out to be to prevent someone from secretly using spiritual power when testing the physique, so that you can save a lot of trouble, and you don't have to find someone to watch these players.

"The competition is about to start, let me explain first, the rules of the competition, the contestants stand in front of the faucet, spraying water from the faucet, those who are close to the faucet, have excellent results, but they must be able to stand firm for at least ten breaths, if the position is the same, the longer they persist, the better the results!" "The competition starts now, first place, Wu Shuxian of the Rizong!"

A sturdy man walked out to a young man like a cow, only to see an elder standing next to the dragon's head, touching his hand on the dragon's head, and a jet of water spurted out of the dragon's mouth, a hundred feet away, and everyone standing in the light curtain knew how great the impact of this water flow was, and how painful it would be to hit the body.

Wu Shuxian is a very conceited person, he did not start from the source of the water flow, but from the seventy meters away from the dragon's head began to enter the water flow, when the jet of water hit him, he did not flinch, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and walked forward slowly against the water, the jet of water hit his body, making a snapping sound, all the vestments on his body were attached to his body, and the exposed skin gradually turned red, although this did not stop Wu Shuxian's progress.

Fifty meters, forty-nine meters, forty-eight meters, at the beginning, Wu Shuxian walked very fast, and the jet of water seemed to have no effect on his speed, forty-five meters ~~~~~~~Forty meters, the pace began to slow down, he still walked forward step by step, it is obvious that the frequency of the footsteps is slow, the stride is not as big as the original, but he is still insisting, as long as there is still a little strength, it is impossible to stop his pace of progress, this is not only his personal honor, but also represents the honor of his own sect, he not only has to fight for himself, but also for his own sect.

The flush on his body gradually receded, replaced by white traces, and every time the jet of water hit him, the blood in his body automatically spread out to both sides, or crowded to the back of his body, and there was no blood color visible from the front. The full pectoralis major muscle also continued to change shape with the jet of water, and the chest cavity was a little sunken, but Wu Shuxian still moved forward.

Thirty-five meters, thirty-three meters, every step is very difficult, and even sometimes the raised leg stops in the air for a long time and cannot fall, and it can only fall after taking a breath, and then stands in place with both feet to rest for a while, and then takes another leg and walks forward.

The people outside the light curtain were quietly watching everything inside, only a few people from the Rizong were quietly cheering for Wu Shuxian, and the others didn't want to cheer for their senior brothers, but they were all fascinated by it and forgot to cheer, "How far do you say senior brother can go?" A disciple of the Rizong asked the senior brother next to him. "I think I can walk twenty-five meters, who knows, I've never walked before, I really can't guess. Another disciple of the Sun Sect said uncertainly.

"If you look at his footsteps, he can reach a distance of twenty-eight or nineteen meters at most, and it will be difficult to go forward. A disciple of another sect said. For martial cultivators who can't use spiritual power, a physique like Wu Shuxian is considered very good, and there are many spiritual power values that are much stronger than Wu Shuxian, but the physique is not as good as Wu Shuxian's. Thirty meters! Thirty meters! Twenty-nine meters! Wu Shuxian was panting continuously in the torrent of water, his chest cavity had sunken a large block, and his face was flushed.

Twenty-nine meters! Wu Shuxian raised his right leg again and leaned his body forward again, but the jet of water quickly straightened his body, and the raised right leg fell back to the same place, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! He had already held up more than ten breaths at twenty-nine meters, boom! Wu Shuxian flew upside down in the rushing water, and when he fell to the ground, the other people helped him up, although everyone was a competitor, but everyone recognized Wu Shuxian's spirit, and did not underestimate him, if he was a person who was not strong-willed, it was impossible to walk within thirty meters.

"Rizong Wu Shuxian, the score is twenty-nine meters, and the standing time is ten breaths. The test elder announced loudly. "The second place, Guo Qiang of the Renzong. "The third Gu Yong of the Moon Sect. "The process of the competition is much the same, if there is no special physique, and there is no special cultivation of fruit alchemy, the higher the strength, the better the physique, of course, there are also individuals, the strength of spiritual power is not too strong, but the physique is surprisingly good, such after all, there are a few. The physique of male disciples is often much stronger than that of female disciples, Mo Lun is the last to appear today, Qiu Yihan's score is twenty meters, and in front of him can only rank eighth among all the players, unexpectedly Moon Full Frost's score is eighteen meters, ranking seventh, before Mo Lun did not appear, the first place is Xia Shihuo, the score is five meters, and the time is twenty breaths.

In second place was an unknown figure, Lin Mucheng of the Moon Sect, whose first round score was ranked outside fifty, and this time the score was seven meters, and the time was ten breaths. Ri Tianguang came in third place with a time of eight meters and a time of fifteen breaths.

"The last one to appear is ~~~~~~" The elder stretched his voice very long, as if he was deliberately trying to provoke the atmosphere, "Xia Yuan!" Before the elder could call out Xia Yuan's name, many disciples outside the light curtain shouted Xia Yuan's name in unison, "Xia Yuan!" The elder finally called out Xia Yuan's name.

In this competition, Mo Lun is the most dominant project, to what extent is the strength of his body, even he doesn't know, he has never used his body to block the enemy's attack, but he knows that the transformation of the flesh by the colorful diamond body is incomparable to others, when he is at the peak of the late stage, he can resist the powerful attack of the first-level Great Perfection realm without spiritual power, and now he has reached the first-level Great Perfection realm, and the strength of the body has risen to a level, that is, he can withstand the first-level of the powerhouse of the second-level Great Perfection realm。 This is the advantage, the advantage that others can't match, he is full of confidence, and he will definitely win the first place in this round of competition.

Mo Lun walked out, until he was twenty meters away from the dragon's head before stopping, looked at the jet of water, and calmly walked in, the water hit Mo Lun's body, splashing countless splashes, falling from the sky, like an alternative waterfall, reflecting colorful light in the sun.

Since walking into the water, Morun's footsteps have not stopped, and he has been striding forward, just like there is no jet of water in front of him, Morun's body has not been hit red by the water, from the moment he enters the water, Molun's body is golden, and under the washing of the water, it looks even more dazzling. "This guy is so perverted, he walks too fast, as if there is no resistance. Someone said incredulously. (To be continued......)