In the following time, monks arrived at the hall on the third floor through the teleportation array.

In the center of the hall, the monks who sit idly and have nothing to do, and those who love to be quiet meditate and cultivate by themselves. There are also people like Bai Qingfeng, who like to make friends, and at this time they toss and turn between seats and communicate with their peers.

Because Mo Zhuoyu's injuries have not healed, he has been staying in the corner to meditate and heal.

After more than ten days of recuperation, all the large and small injuries on his body finally recovered. The palm of the left hand was almost broken, and even after the injury was healed, it left a shallow pink scar, which may have to be reshaped in infancy to completely disappear.

After Mo Zhuoyu recovered from his injuries, he got up and moved his body slightly.

At this time, fifty or sixty people had gathered in the hall, but none of the people Mo Zhuoyu had ever known.

didn't go to join in the fun, Mo Zhuoyu was ready to take this opportunity to practice well. In the Hunling Pagoda, I have carefully understood and understood the harvest of these days.

In front of everyone's eyes, Mo Zhuoyu was not afraid of sneak attacks. He casually arranged a defensive shield and began to cultivate.

The cultivation that was already at the peak of the early stage of foundation building, after these days of polishing, Mo Zhuoyu felt that he had been able to touch the threshold of the middle stage of foundation building. Bi Xin Jue continued to circulate far away in the body, and spiritual power poured into the body far and endlessly. It flows through the eight veins of the limbs and finally converges at the dantian.

With the passage of time, the spiritual energy in Mo Zhuoyu's body became more and more, and the spiritual power in the dantian turned faster and faster. An invisible barrier quietly broke, and the spiritual power in Mo Zhuoyu's dantian became richer again.

Mo Zhuoyu opened his eyes and retracted the sharp light in his eyes. Retracting the gesture and looking inside the body, he found that Xiuwei had successfully risen to the middle stage of foundation building.

Just as he was happy, a familiar voice suddenly came.

"Mo Daoyou"

Mo Zhuoyu went with the prestige and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was not Yun Zhu who was sitting next to him. Then he happily said, "Yun Daoyou!"

"Congratulations to Mo Daoyou for his successful promotion to the middle stage of foundation building. Yun Zhu smiled and congratulated him.

Mo Zhuoyu didn't understand for a while, and wondered, "When did Yun Daoyou come up, why didn't I see you?"

Yun Zhu shook his head and said with a smile, "Mo Daoyou's cultivation is too focused, and he has already arrived more than ten days ago. But seeing that Mo Daoyou had been cultivating, he didn't dare to disturb. Until today, seeing that Daoist friends seem to be breaking through the realm, they came to protect the Dharma for you. ”

When Mo Zhuoyu heard this, he stood up embarrassedly and bowed deeply to Yun Zhu, "Trouble Yun Daoyou again, thank you, thank you!"

The two then exchanged pleasantries.

It turned out that after Mo Zhuoyu left, the jade in the jade forest appeared more and more densely. But after all, Yun Zhu only cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, so he could only wait until most of the monks in the late stage of foundation building were promoted, and then he finally won a jade from the people who had become crazy and was successfully promoted.

In the ten or so days that Mo Zhuoyu had spent breaking through the middle stage of foundation building, the number of people gathered in this hall had reached more than ninety. Five or six more people, and the competition will be over. Presumably, it won't take much longer.

Sure enough, in less than a day, one more embarrassed figure appeared in the hall one after another.

As the last person stood firm, a voice that resounded throughout the Hun Spirit Pagoda suddenly appeared.

"The competition is over!"

"The competition is over!"

"The competition is over!"

The monks on the lower three floors of the Hun Ling Pagoda, whether they were seriously injured or dying, or in danger, all heard this voice.

A white light pierced through the Humling Pagoda and shone on every participating monk who was still alive inside.

After a breath, everyone appeared in Aoki Castle, in front of the council's office.

Everyone suddenly left the Hun Ling Pagoda, whether they had successfully advanced or had already failed. Everyone cheered at seeing the normal world outside the tower again. For a while, the square was full of laughter, angry shouts and other venting sounds.

Mo Zhuoyu looked around, and there were thousands of people when he entered. When they came out, except for the 100 people who had been promoted, there were less than 500 people left. Nearly half of the monks were lost, and the name of this Hun Ling Pagoda really deserved its name.

His eyes kept moving in the crowd, and Mo Zhuoyu finally found a familiar figure. Just as he was about to step forward, a majestic voice suddenly sounded in the air.

"This time, the Southeast Continent, the qualification competition in the secret realm of the capital is over. "The head of the Aoki Sect that I had seen at the beginning of the competition appeared on the high platform, and the original voices below disappeared in an instant.

"The disciples who have entered the top 100 will go to the council on their own and receive the secret realm entry key. The promoted personnel have left images on the Hunling Pagoda of this sect, and if there is an impostor recipient, there will be no forgiveness. The solemn words fell on the hearts of everyone on the ground, and no one dared to make any small movements under the noses of the Avatar monks.

The monks who had been promoted consciously lined up and entered the council office one by one to receive the keys. The rest of the personnel did not dare to leave without orders.

Until all the promoted monks have been brought out, they will stand in line again. The head of the Aoki Sect once again announced that all those who had advanced to the rank must, after ten days, go here to the place where the secret realm appeared in the center of the Lingyun Continent, and meet with the people under the other two sects to participate in the grand event.

When the head of the Aoki Sect left, everyone gradually dispersed.

After Mo Zhuoyu said goodbye to Yun Zhu, he immediately looked for the person he had seen earlier. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.

However, Mo Zhuoyu didn't think much about it, he just thought that he would go back to the place where the sect gathered first.

Shaking his head, he left the crowd, but saw Zhang Zhangmen and Elder Xiao, who were waiting anxiously outside the crowd.

Seeing Mo Zhuoyu, he immediately rushed over happily, and Zhang Zhangmen asked again and again, "How is it?"

Because they were standing outside the crowd, Zhang Zhangmen and the others did not see the final result.

Mo Zhuoyu nodded, did not answer, but asked suspiciously, "What about Senior Brother Jiang?"

Seeing him nodding, Zhang Zhangmen was originally very happy. But when I heard this question, I suddenly remembered that there were a total of five disciples in the door, and why only one person was left out now. Then he said with a little anxiety: "Isn't Jiang Cheng with you? What about Wu Bumian? What about Xiao Siying and Zhou Du, why don't you see their figures?"

Mo Zhuoyu didn't understand why he had seen Jiang Cheng just now, but now he was gone. When I heard the other three people talk about it, I couldn't help but feel a heavy weight in my heart.

In a low tone, he said, "Senior Brother Jiang, I just saw him appear in the square. I was about to look for him, but I lost it. Senior Sister Wu, we were separated when we were on the second floor, and now we haven't seen her come out, so we may have been more than lucky. Senior Sister Xiao and Senior Brother Zhou both suffered misfortune in the second layer. ”

"What!" Zhang, obviously unable to believe that there were five disciples in his house, and in the end, only one disciple came back with all his beards.

Especially its closed disciples, Jiang Cheng is now nowhere to be found, and he has hit him hard. The figure shook slightly twice before regaining his senses.