The challenger who ran out of spiritual power was finally defeated, but the face of the champion who was the victor was not happy, but gloomy and dripping water.

As the concubine of the Liu clan of Chuanyuan, it is already a blessing to be able to worship the outer gate of Wusheng Mountain to practice, but how can the holy land of the human race be so easy to enter.

In the annual Kunwu Battle, thousands of people under the age of twenty fought in the Mortal Realm, and in the end, only a hundred were able to worship the gate wall of Wusheng Mountain as they wished.

And after entering the outer gate, it was just the beginning, for those outsiders who were not descendants of the Martial Saint Mountain, they had to prove their martial arts talents before the age of thirty before they had the opportunity to continue to study in the Holy Land.

But what kind of monsters are included in Wusheng Mountain, there is no one in ten thousand, or even one in a hundred thousand, there are many bloodlines abound, and they are even more rotten at the level of talent and understanding.

It is not easy to enter the inner gate before the age of thirty, for most outer disciples, they try their best, but after all, they will struggle in the bottleneck of their own talent, become numb, and then leave gloomily.

Liu Zhiming was lucky, at the age of twenty, he stood out in the Kunwu Ring with his tail on his head, and practiced in the outer gate of Bifang Mountain for a full nine years, and after the first two batches of demons entered the inner gate, he finally ranked in the middle of the outer gate.

At the age of twenty-nine, he saw that he could repeat his luck, but the appearance of Tang Luo completely shattered his ideals.

"Why do you want to embarrass us!" Liu Zhiming said sadly: "Do you know that if I can't enter the inner gate this year, I can only leave Wusheng Mountain, you are cutting off my martial arts path!"

"You can't beat me, what's the matter with me?" Tang Luo raised his fist and said lightly: "You have no way out of Wusheng Mountain, so even if you stay here, it won't be a big deal, hurry up and make a move, I still have something to do after beating me!"

Liu Zhiming was so angry that he trembled, pointed at Tang Luo and said angrily: "Are you going to eat me?"

"Hmm..." Tang Luo frowned, looked up and down at the young man who was trembling with anger, and said seriously: "After the punch, you will win if you catch it, how about it?"

"Okay, that's what you said!" Liu Zhiming couldn't bear the joy in his heart, and cast the top mystery of the Chuanyuan Liu family, and the five-colored spiritual power erupted from the pores of his body, turning into a psychedelic cloud covering the entire ring.

Liu Zhiming's figure disappeared in the clouds, and when he reappeared, he had already turned into dozens of people with the same appearance, standing on the edge of the ring, difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

When the Phantom Demon Body Method appeared, everyone in the audience had already recognized that this champion was the descendant of the Chuan Yuan Liu family.

Dozens of Liu Zhiming, who were standing on the edge of the ring, spoke at the same time, and said to Tang Luo, who was standing in the middle of the ring: "If you can break my Liu's illusion demon body method, Liu Zhiming will be willing to admit defeat, please punch." ”

The champion who was still full of grief and anger just now put his hands behind his back at this moment, and dozens of identical faces had contemptuous smiles, how could there be a trace of the miserable appearance just now.

"This method is kind of interesting. Tang Luo looked at the dozens of identical Liu Zhiming on the Quartet, and praised: "I have already heard of the name of the Liu clan of Chuanyuan, and today I can see that the clay figures made by the spiritual power of the five elements are exactly the same as real people, which is really amazing." ”

The family mystery was broken in one word, Liu Zhiming was shocked, and shouted angrily: "You dare to covet the Liu family's mystery!?"

"It's not an incarnation outside the body, the secret method of pinching a clay figure, who would be interested. Tang Luo waved his hand, expressing his lack of interest, raised his fist and said: "It is difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and it is almost the same for pinching clay figures, I am going to punch, are you ready?"

"Don't be ashamed!" dozens of Liu Zhiming in the ring shouted at Tang Luo: "I don't believe you can find my true body!"

Tang Luo, who was standing in the center of the ring with his fists clenched, looked around, swept over Liu Zhiming's faces, and said with an inexplicable smile: "Your real body, isn't it.... Is it here?"

The figure as strong as a god suddenly disappeared, and once again appeared above the colorful clouds in the sky, Liu Zhiming's back, the right arm of the wind and thunder was like a dragon, and a punch smashed into the back of the unsuspecting champion, and the son of the Liu family, who was hiding behind the clouds, fell to the ring with a punch, and opened a hole half a zhang deep.

The colorful spiritual power of the Five Elements Little Perfection dispersed from the ring, and everyone saw clearly that there was no Liu Zhiming in the ring, it was clearly some clay puppets, but what was the matter with the exact same appearance as Liu Zhiming just now?

Tang Luo naturally didn't want to explain to everyone why every clay figure that everyone saw just now was Liu Zhiming, but his heart was full of admiration, to say that this ancestor of the Liu family was really a great person, he could find that the image seen by the human eye was just a refraction of light and shadow, so as to create a magic body method and stand alone in the world.

It's really an ingenious martial art, which is why he wants to come out and walk around after two years of retreat. Because in the past two years, he has read too many Dao classics, and these martial arts knowledge is like ice cubes, in his sea of knowledge, but not all of them have become his own.

So he knew that it was time to go out for a walk, not only to see the heavens and the earth, but also to see what wonderful martial arts these beings had become, and by the way, to see if he could figure out what the hell his black ball soul was.

Although Liu's illusionary body method was pierced by the eyes that could see spiritual power, the ingenuity in it still benefited Tang Luo a lot.

After a stick of incense, twenty-five pounds in the south were shut down!

On the huge Bifang Mountain platform, only one eastern district is still popular at this time, and the other three districts are not only the champions, but even the physician linesmen have been evacuated, and there are even some outer disciples who are not too seriously injured hidden in the crowd, watching Tang Luo win the ring.

Of course, they don't want to see Tang Luo hammer over one of their peers, expecting a total annihilation, but they want to see that someone can stand up, even if it's just to resist one punch.

But this simple hope has been disappointed again and again, and these outer disciples of Martial Saint Mountain can't help but tremble in their hearts when they see Tang Luo who has stepped into the ring raise his fist.

As far as Liu Zhiming's illusion body method has been broken, what hope can they have...

When all thoughts were lost, there was a loud shout from the east ring, it was the No. 27 champion, the first name of the outer gate of Bifang Mountain this year, the descendant of the Qilin Mountain lineage of the Bu family, and the owner of the dragon spirit bloodline - Bulin.

When the entire outer sect disciples of Bifang Mountain were depressed, this outer sect leader, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, finally stood up and declared war on Tang Luo!

"Hey that kid, one punch is very extraordinary, do you dare to come to Lin Ye's ring to compare and compare, to see if your fists are hard, or Lao Tzu's dragon claws are strong?"

Tang Luo raised his head and saw that the tall and strong young man was standing on the edge of the ring, holding his hands on his chest, and his facial features were full of coldness like Bu Xiao, and he invited him.

"Don't worry, it's up to you last. ”

With a faint word to the other party, Tang Luo stepped into the ring of the nearest side of the Eastern District and raised his fist.

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