Feng Wuxing regained the bearing of the senior brother, and when there was no foundation building monk present, he seemed to be free again.

After Yi Heng and everyone answered, he randomly found a hut on the edge, Zeng Yushu didn't seem to have the consciousness of a foundation building monk, he was still with everyone, and now he followed Yi Heng and entered the hut next to him.

When I entered the hut, it was simply furnished, a small wooden table, a few small wooden stools, and a futon on the innermost floor, so there was nothing else, and I thought that this was just a place of retreat, and the time was not long, so it was so simple.

Yi Heng is not unwell, how simple is the place he has lived in over the years?

He sat down on the futon, and as soon as he sat down, he heard a sound in the air.

"Senior Brother Lei, Senior Brother Wang, I haven't seen you for thirty years, why don't you come to get together?"

This voice came from the depths of the courtyard, it was the door master Lin Wufeng, although it was casual, but this strong voice carried a trace of coercion, making Yi Heng feel that his heart seemed to be churning a little.

"Haha, senior brother invited, how dare you not obey?" There was also a sound from the northeast, it was like thunder, which made Yi Heng feel a little numb all over his body, listening to this sound was like being struck by a trace of thunder and lightning, and his hairs stood on end.

He knew that this must be the master of the Zhenmen Gate, thundering and ringing, and also building the foundation of the Great Perfection Monk.

"Yes, thirty years ago was like yesterday, how are the two senior brothers?" A thick and powerful voice also came from the northwest, like a mountain pressing on the top, pressing Yi Heng's heart to beat faster and his breathing hard.

Genmen master, Wang Kun, is a monk who builds the foundation of the Great Perfection.

Yi Heng, who had long been famous, knew at this time that the Great Perfection in the later stage of foundation building was terrifying, and he didn't dare to breathe with his voice alone, if he stood in front of him and released coercion, how could he have the power to fight back?

Fortunately, after those two answers, there was no more sound, and it is estimated that the three of them have left.

Yi Heng retracted his thoughts and began to silently ponder the rules of fighting once in thirty years.

On the fighting platform, life and death can be determined, I don't know which time the fighting method appeared life and death, and no one has an opinion, from then on, on the fighting platform, if you don't admit defeat, you will decide life and death.

There are five people in each of the three sects, the first sect in the previous session will come to the stage first, the second sect will come to the stage to challenge, and if they win, they will continue to be on the stage, and the third sect will come to the stage again.

According to the results of the last fight, the earthquake gate will first send one person to the stage, and one person from Genmen will go up to challenge, the winner will continue to stay, the loser will step down, and one person will change to the door, and so on until a certain door and five people will be finished.

The sect that used up the first five people was eliminated, and it was the last place in the fight, and the person who finally stood on the stage was the final winner, and the sect it represented was the first this time.

In the last fight, although Xu Feng tried his best to kill one person, in the end, all five of Yimen were defeated, and no one stayed at the end.

The cruel fighting method, not only to experience the monk's fighting experience and the grade of the magic weapon, but also to use spiritual power accurately, otherwise it will not be possible to persist at all, and as for losing a few people in a row, it will be even more difficult.

After all, everyone has been refining the twelfth layer of qi refining for many years, and the spiritual power is not much different, the only difference is the accuracy of the use of spiritual power.

Yi Heng had a rough idea in his heart, as for how far he could do it, he was not sure, although he had many means, and his spiritual power was several times more than that of the twelfth layer of qi refining, but how could others not leave behind?

The biggest back hand, the soul thorn may not dare to use it, and the gossip plate cannot be revealed.

In this case, only the best flying needle, the best bear skin coat, and their own accurate use of spiritual power, the experience of life and death can be advantaged.

Although there are many other talismans prepared, how can others not prepare them?

In the end, I'm afraid it will depend on the performance of other people.

Feng Wuxing will fight hard against Chen Shoutian or Wu Siyi, and the victory will be difficult to decide, but even if he wins, there will be little spiritual power left, and he will not be able to fight the next one.

It is not difficult for Sun Xiuyuan to win one, but he is not sure to win two.

The most worried are the little junior sister and Li Yijia, who have almost no experience in life and death, and it is extremely difficult to protect themselves, and it is considered to be extraordinary to be able to fight each other.

In the end, I am afraid that it depends on myself, the fierce struggle between life and death, the feeling of deciding life and death in an instant, I actually enjoy it very much, and I am very familiar with it.

"I have heard for a long time that Yimen Xiao Wuji Xiao Daoyou is an extremely shrewd and capable person, and Genmen Tu Qunguang came to learn it. Just as Yi Heng was about to settle down, a neutral voice came from outside.

"Is the provocation and temptation coming?" Yi Heng perked up and stood up, such a good opportunity to observe the other two fighting methods, he must not let it go.

"Tu Daoyou has won the award, how dare Xiao be worthy of the praise of Daoyou, but since Daoyou is invited, Xiao will definitely accompany him. Xiao Wuji's voice sounded not far away.

A few days ago, all parties would test each other to see which monks would participate in the competition, and if they could conduct the fighting in a targeted manner, they would definitely have an advantage.

As soon as Yi Heng was about to go out, he saw a figure rushing to the door quickly, and after a closer look, it turned out to be Zeng Yushu who came in a hurry.

"Senior brother, let's go, let's take a look at the opponent first. Seeing Yi Heng, Zeng Yushu said happily.

"Senior brother, you are also a foundation building monk, be calm, your image is important. Yi Heng saw the anxious excitement on his face, knowing that he must be worried about himself, and now that he can know the strength of the other party in advance, of course he is in a hurry.

"I haven't gotten used to it yet, whatever, let's go, Senior Brother Xiao, they've all passed. Zeng Yushu changed his previous gloom, pulled Yi Heng up and left.

Out of the compound, I saw that there were already a lot of three-door monks standing around the Doufa Platform not far away, most of them were in the Qi refining period, and a few were foundation building monks, and some came over one after another.

On the stage stood a brown-clothed monk, tall and powerful, staring at the audience and taking a serious look.

The green-clothed monk in the audience jumped up, flew up to the stage lightly, and stood opposite the monk, Yi Heng saw it clearly, it was Xiao Wuji Senior Brother Xiao.

At this time, Yi Heng suddenly felt a sense of urgency from the depths of his soul, and at the same time felt a hot gaze staring at him.

Turning his head to look to the left, he saw that among the yellow monks, one person in the middle was staring at him, this person had a strange face, but the momentum was definitely not owned by the Qi Refining Cultivator, it must be a Foundation Building Cultivator.

It's just that his eyes showed an incredible color, and at the same time there was an expression of impatience, hesitating, as if he was a little afraid of something.

When Yi Heng was strange, the man suddenly spoke.

"I didn't expect you to be really not dead, and your life was really big. This sentence attracted the attention of all the monks, including the two people on the stage who were ready to make a move.

Everyone looked at Yi Heng from where the words came from, and then at the same time at Yi Heng, wondering why this foundation building monk cared so much about a Qi refining stage cultivator.

"Uncle Shi, is this person?" a monk next to him guessed and asked in a low voice.