Hearing this, Wen Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "What are the rules?" Their battle is not that Wufeng is more skilled, it is a private struggle between the two, even if Hao Yu becomes a basic monk, that is where his strength lies!"

"Also, Xuanyi!**The knife formation is a second-level arrangement method, you give it to Su Qin in advance, and there are rules in your eyes!"

Xuan Yi frowned and shook his head: "I taught Su Qin ** Sword Formation because he has this qualification." ”

In fact, Xuanyi's words have been vaguely revealed, who is the mysterious intruder who broke through the tenth floor and ten floors.

However, now that Wen Xuan and the bad old man were angry, they didn't want to at all, so they naturally didn't recognize Xuanyin's voice.

Wen Xuan sleeve: "If there was no sword formation, Su Qin would be defeated now." "Because he broke the rules first, Hao Yu was promoted to a basic monk, and then he fought Su and Qin. What's wrong with him?"

"Wen Xuan, are you crazy?"

The bad old man couldn't help but scold: "Feng Haoyu advocates building a basic monk, and he still farts!" "Why don't you fight Yuan Yingzhenjun?"

The following Wu Feng's disciples were all stunned.

As a peak, it was quarreled over a battle of gas workers, and in the eyes of the public, it was simply more exciting than a battle for talent.

"Okay, okay, the disciples below are watching, can you look like your elder?" the cold man frowned slightly, convincing them.

The Wind Trumpet has long been practiced to the perfection of condensation, and of course, it can break through the foundation at any time.

However, he did not expect that he would make a breakthrough with Su Qin in World War I.

This seems a bit sloppy.

If you change on someone else, you will most likely not be able to build a foundation, but the wind is different, both in terms of qualifications and spiritual roots, he belongs to the first-class people.

Even if he was already injured, after swallowing the Qi Replenishing Pill and building Jidan, Feng Haoyu had the confidence to step into the foundation territory in one fell swoop!

In the course of the dispute at the Wufeng Building, the medicinal power of Jianji Dan broke through the body of the wind and feathers, flowed through all the remains of the limbs, and finally poured into Litian.

Dantian, the air of the ocean rolls, continues to spray thinly.

Fueled by the huge drug power, coupled with the control of the wind and feathers, a huge sea of gas began to squeeze and condense in the middle!

The amount of gas on the surface of the sea is shrinking.

But breathe it out, it's even more terrifying.

Between condensate and foundation building, there is a big shift in the field.

In spiritual practice, the transition of each great realm and the ascension of power are very obvious.

That's why the struggle between practitioners is to cross the realm to kill the opponent, but across the big realm, it is very difficult to defeat the opponent.

That's why, every time a practitioner breaks through a big field, the title changes.

Like a real practitioner in a state of concentration, he is called a gas practitioner.

Those who set up foundations can be called monks.

When you arrive at Jindan, you can add it as a "real person"!

From the condensate to the foundation, the aura of the dantian will undergo a qualitative change, not in the form of gas, but into a liquid state.

Its strength is purer, more solidified, and more powerful.

It is only on this basis that we can learn to unleash all kinds of powerful spirituality in the world of truth.

Now, this transformation is born in the wind and feathers.

No matter how many fights these five peaks had, they still had a rational attitude towards this matter, and no one interrupted the breakthrough process of good rain.

After all, once the foundation fails, the road to repair the wind and feathers risks being abandoned.

It also means the depravity of a generation.

Su Qin stood on the spiritual battlefield and fought, watching this scene, he didn't shoot.

Everyone present is not a fool, and to be fair, if there is a fight of life and death, the wind has already been defeated.

Which enemy will give you this chance to break through?

I'm afraid I'll take this opportunity to kill it on the spot!

However, to his surprise and confusion, Su Qin's eyes were calm, as if he was looking at something that had nothing to do with him.

I don't know how long.

The wind horn disappeared in the vast sea, turning into a drop of spirit, and an even more terrifying aura was slowly released, sweeping in all directions.

In terms of volume, this drop of spiritual liquid is very, but in terms of strength, it is many times larger than the previous sea of qi!

Feng Haoyulong exhaled and went to the mental fighting arena again, the whole person had already undergone a transformation of the bones, his breathing was fierce, and his fighting intent was surging.

Feng Haoyu asked with a smile: "Su Qin, control the six flying swords, the aura on your body is not much." ”

Su Qin didn't answer, just quietly watched the wind and rain.

On the other hand, Wen Xuan and the bad old man are still arguing.

The struggle between Su Qin and Feng Haoyu has risen to a dispute between the two peaks.

Wen Xuan believed that although this war was unfair to Su Qin, Feng Haoyu was a disciple of Lingfeng after all, and he was also the first disciple of Lingfeng this year.

He can't lose!

Wen Xuan didn't realize that his attitude had instead caused injustice in Su Qin's heart.

You want Feng Haoyu to win, okay, I have to let him lose!

A complete failure!

The wind and rain waved his sleeve robe, and it landed under the sword in the distance, flowing into a stream of light, and flashed to his body.

Just recalling the action of this flying sword, it made many disciples feel a lot of Lin Zheng in their hearts

It's so fast!

The wind and feathers that blew up on the Imperial Sword were more than twice as high as before!

In addition, with the support of the spirit of the wind attribute, with the secret art of the sect "Ethereal Sword", which gas practitioner can stop it next time he attacks the wind and rain?

Don't resist. I'm afraid I won't be able to hide. I'm afraid I won't be able to hide!

The bad old man smiled and stopped arguing with Wen Xuan, "Su Qin, we won't fight again!" Since his Lingfeng will win this game, even if he wins, what if he wins? Everyone present knows how to win or lose. “

As he spoke, the bad old man left his seat and went to the battlefield. "What a long experience it has been," he said. "Between the same doors, the most basic monk still has the face to fight with the cultivator, and he is not afraid of shame!"

Wen Xuan looked ugly.

If Su Qin failed, he couldn't force others to fight.

When Feng Hao heard the words of this bad old man, there was also a burning sensation on his face.

At this time, Su Qin suddenly smiled and asked, "Lord, between the same door, Senior Brother Ji Ji and a gas practitioner are fighting, and it is already very embarrassing. "If you lose again, will it be more humiliating?"

"Huh?"

The bad old man was startled and paused, not understanding what Su Qin meant.

Su Qin clenched his fists, his eyes were bright and bright, and he shouted: "The wind is good and the rain is good, I tell you, even if you lay the foundation, you can't do it!"

"Hu Yuan, it's dead!"

Feng Hao's eyes flashed with a cruel light, his hands kneaded the formula of the sword, and reprimanded, the flying sword suddenly shot out, leaving a residual shadow in the empty air.

The sword aura is like frost, and the cold attack!

"Ahh

There was a shout of swords from the crowd

This sword is too fast!

People only felt that the flying sword in front of them had been pierced in front of Su Qin.

But the next moment, the sound of the crowd suddenly stopped!

Wu Feng's disciple appeared in surprise, I don't know when, Su Qin disappeared!

"Bang!"

Only this time did a loud voice come from the battlefield. Su Qin was originally standing on the ground, and a footprint appeared, tearing apart the surrounding stone slabs, leaving a spiderweb-like crack.

The crowd watched intently.

In mid-air, a very fast blue figure was swept towards the wind.

The flying sword crossed with the humanoid with a crisp sound.

If this sword stabbed Su Qin's body, it would definitely flash blood.

But there was no blood at the scene.

Did you dodge?

Facing the most basic monk, Su Qin actually dodged on the secret art sword of the sect!

What's wrong with that crisp sound?

The disciples below Wu Feng didn't really see it, it was really the sword flying too fast, and Su Qin and the flying sword were crisscrossed, just for a moment.

But the five hilltop seats present looked carefully.

At the same time as the wind horn took out the sword, Su Qin also left this place and rushed away towards the sword in front of him!

Just when the flying sword was about to fight, Su Qin suddenly made a strange dodge action in mid-air, in order to avoid the flying sword, it was dangerous and dangerous.

The difference is very much!

And that crisp voice was a symbol of patriarchy with a flying knife stabbed in Su Qin's waist.

Spiritual Arena.

No one can understand Feng Haoyu's feelings at this time.

Seeing Su Qin rushing over, Feng Haoyu felt as if he was not facing a person, but a fierce and tyrannical demon!

Feng Haoyu could see it very clearly, Su Qin's eyes were very deep, and a little bright red blood light was surging.

It also has a dense vein on its face, which is shocking, terrifying, and appalling!

"Ahh

Wind and Feather were startled, and subconsciously sacrificed the silver shield, in front of the body.

Su Qin approached Feng Hao's feathers, and finally took a step forward, the soles of his feet fell to the ground, roaring, and the entire battlefield shook!

Squeak!

Su Qin's blood surged, and there was an amazing sound of the tide, which the monks present could hear clearly.

Wow!

Su Qin waved his arm, still in mid-air, and the clothes on his arm were torn and turned into pieces.

What appeared in front of everyone was a strong and thick thing, like the arm of a giant python, with green tendons exposed, and the muscles tied together, like molten steel poured, full of explosive power!

When the fist fell, flesh and blood were flesh and blood, and a circle expanded like a big seal, roaring down, and the momentum was terrifying!

It was at this time.

There is an illusion in front of everyone.

Although Feng Haoyu was a basic monk, under Su Qin's fist, it was like an ant!

Bang!

The fist struck the silver shield and erupted with a deafening loud bang.

Disciple Wu Feng's heart beat violently, his throat moved, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Cut!

A strange voice came.

I saw a huge crack in the silver shield in the wind's hand, and this crack was still spreading, and finally covered the entire shield!

Broken!