"Right"

The Great Elder's expression was very serious, but the appearance of a small child with a little baby fat made people look like they were always a kind of hypocrisy.

"Haha"

The second elder shook his head and sneered, affirming, "Impossible"

Then he flicked his sleeves and disappeared on the spot, leaving the Great Elder and the Third Elder looking at each other, smiling bitterly and shaking their heads.

On the other side, Wang Yizhi, who was less than two meters away from the Nine Palaces, gradually dried up as the liquid sprayed outward with the free breathing of the pores around his body, although the oppression on Wang Yizhi was still increasing, but because of the existence of this liquid, it became not so irresistible, but with the gradual depletion of the liquid, Wang Yizhi's oppression suddenly increased several times, which was undoubtedly fatal to Wang Yizhi.

"You can't just give up"

Wang Yizhi gritted his teeth and insisted, a pair of eyes were blood-red under the huge oppression, which was more dazzling than the sunset afterglow outside his body, but no one could see it, this distance of more than ten meters, Wang Yizhi had been climbing for most of the day, the white fog around him had become a black curtain, and the pores around Wang Yizhi's body opened and closed again, and there was nothing to gush out, only dryness.

Wang Yizhi has the heart to eat another potato, but he feels that his body is still full of qi and blood, if he does things recklessly, then he may be greeted by an explosion and die, feeling full of qi and blood, but he can't use it for himself, Wang Yizhi is very helpless.

"I'm grass~"

Wang Yizhi stretched out his hand many times to try to grope to no avail, under the unprecedented oppression, the outstretched arm could not last long, and he had to be withdrawn, otherwise he would be squeezed and slid down by the huge oppression, such a height, such a fall of oppression, Wang Yizhi did not think that he could be safe.

Although Wang Yizhi's arms are strong and powerful, and there is a golden light flashing on them, they can't use all the strength they should have, and the qi and blood replenished by potatoes are certainly abundant, but they are like a fictitious, like a false illusion, so that Wang Yizhi's body only feels satisfied, and when he actually needs it, he knows the horror of this illusion.

Looking at the dantian in the air, turning the small white grinding disc with light rain at great speed, Wang Yizhi can clearly feel the existence of rich spiritual power in the body, this amount has far exceeded the range that Wang Yizhi's original cultivation can bear, but Wang Yizhi has no signs of breakthrough at the moment, the body does not have any excessive spiritual power discomfort, and it is impossible to understand the amount of spiritual power in the body in detail, because of the continuous spiritual power of the small white grinding plate, Wang Yizhi's dantian is in a cloud and fog, that is, his own internal vision is blocked by the small white grinding plate, and he can't see the specific situation of his dantian。

"My grass, whose territory is this? It's too arrogant, isn't it, the dove occupies the magpie's nest?"

Wang Yi's heart was proud for a while, and even a little forgetful, and he couldn't stop muttering in his heart, "The dove occupies the magpie's nest", this is the word he learned from Yujian, it feels very interesting, but he has never been able to say it, and he feels very appropriate to use it here at this moment.

Under the moonlight of the stars and rivers at night, the holy school field is still crowded with people, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is overcrowded, hundreds of thousands of people are gathered here, projecting pictures around the center of the school field, watching intently, no need to be reminded by the elders, and there is no need for the law enforcement hall to supervise, all are silent, no one is talking to each other, only a few people can no longer tell whether their mouths are talking or their hearts are thinking, and they let out a few words of powerless emotion.

These people are all students of the Holy Academy, and after learning that they led people to climb several back and forth, and finally took Nangong Jackie Chan up to the eighth hall, the bald boy who was challenging the ninth hall, they were all curious and wanted to become witnesses of historical legends.

"Big brother, you have to hold on"

Mo Lan sat cross-legged on the steps of the eighth hall, quietly looking at the darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see any scene, looking up at the starry sky, looking at the unreachable galaxy in the sky, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You know him?"

Nangong Jackie Chan had already finished tidying up, and he wanted to come out to find Wang Yizhi to settle accounts, but he only saw Mo Lan sitting here, and he didn't see his rival bald little monk, because he was not familiar with each other, after many fruitless conversations, Nangong Jackie Chan also sat in front of the gate of the Eight Palaces, waiting for Wang Yizhi to come back, he didn't know that Wang Yizhi was challenging the Nine Palaces, he only thought that Wang Yizhi was continuing to lead people to assess, and at the same time felt pity for Wang Yizhi's talent potential, with this kind of potential and ability, but he was short-sighted, not motivated, and changed casually, even if he knew that it would not work, he should boldly try the road of the Nine Palaces, and at this moment he saw Mo Lan talking to himself, The person who called was obviously the bald boy, and he didn't wait here, and immediately asked again with a thick face.

"Yes"

Although Mo Lan is not tired of Nangong Jackie Chan, she doesn't want to listen to the other party's chatter, and the reason why Mo Lan is not tired of Nangong Jackie Chan is completely because she is the person who went to the Eighth Hall on Wang Yizhi's back, although Wang Yizhi's attitude towards him is not friendly, but the person who can let Wang Yizhi carry up to the Eighth Hall on his back, under the sensitive topic that does not involve his own family and origin, Mo Lan is still willing to give the other party an answer in Wang Yizhi's face.

"That~ him, where did he go?"

Nangong Jackie Chan's tone was not good, the kid almost blurted out, but when he saw Mo Lan turn his head sideways to look at him, his eyebrows frowned slightly, Nangong Jackie Chan, who knew a lot about girls, immediately noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words, put away his arrogant tone, and asked modestly instead, his posture was decent, and he was very humble.

"Nine Halls"

Mo Lan didn't pay attention to the change in Nangong Jackie Chan's tone, and replied very sparingly.

Nangong Chenglong's skin was numb

Boom~

Feeling a dry throat, he swallowed his saliva, stared at the pitch-black climbing ladder in front of him, and couldn't see his five fingers, his eyes were full of disbelief, he never thought of it, and he didn't dare to think that the bald young man's rival in love could do it to such an extent, up and down nearly ten times, and finally brought him to the eighth hall, what kind of terrifying boy is this?

For Nangong Jackie Chan in front of her, Mo Lan doesn't know much, but she knows something from the jade slip, this is a walking girl Fangxin catcher, a famous first playboy in the field of Qiancheng, but she doesn't fully believe in the things on the jade slip, at this moment, looking at Nangong Jackie Chan's humble posture with rules and regulations, she nodded with satisfaction, seeing her shocked and slightly trembling body, there was a rare sense of pride in her heart, that was her big brother, of course, very powerful.

Nangong Jackie Chan found that as long as it was a question involving the bald boy, the girl in front of him would answer, but it was extremely concise, but this was enough to show that there must be a connection between the two, and it was dominated by the bald boy, thinking that the other party was still climbing at the moment, he dreamed of stepping on the stairs of the Nine Palaces, even if he touched it, he was satisfied, and knew that the gap between the two was so big that it was a world of difference, but the love for Ren Youyou in his heart did not allow him to retreat.

"That can't rob my young lady either"

Nangong Jackie Chan had great courage and said a sentence that made Mo Lan's eyes smile, for the young lady that this famous playboy said, Mo Lan could guess without thinking about it, it must be the woman he fancied, not only did he not like him, but fell in love with her big brother, if he said that his big brother would be loved by strong people, although Mo Lan and Wang Yizhi have not been together for a long time, but they trust Wang Yizhi's character very much, and they will never do this kind of bully behavior that is difficult for strong people.

Nangong Jackie Chan was wronged, if he said that he still wanted to design Wang Yizhi on the climbing ladder before, but since he found himself in the Eighth Palace, especially after learning that the other party was climbing the Ninth Palace, and the attitude of the fairy beauty Mo Lan towards Wang Yizhi in front of him, he no longer had any bad intentions, but he thought of Ren Youyou, and he couldn't give up, since Nangong Jackie Chan saw Ren Youyou, especially the other party's indifferent expression towards him, he sincerely loved each other, this feeling Nangong Jackie Chan had never experienced before, so he regarded Ren Youyou as his love in this life, and vowed to form a Taoist couple with him in this life and accompany him for life。

"That's it?"

Wang Yizhi was already helpless, powerless, heartless, and helplessly roared in the face of huge oppression.

"What are you doing? In the clouds, this is a heavenly wedding?"

Just when Wang Yizhi wanted to give up and began to climb down, a familiar voice sounded from Wang Yizhi's divine consciousness, and a handsome and chic, rather cynical handsome young man appeared in Wang Yizhi's divine consciousness sea, and the long black hair behind him was windless, giving people a sense of great freedom that could not be lived, and it was very chic.

"Brother Mowei~"

Wang Yizhi was surprised, and hurriedly asked about the condition of Mo Wei's spirit body, and he was very excited to touch Mo Wei's body for a while, making Mo Wei scold more than once.

"Bastard boy, be respectful, respect the teacher, no matter how you say it, I am not half of your master"

Mo Wei hurriedly dodged, but this was Wang Yizhi's sea of divine consciousness, he was everywhere, except for not knowing where Mo Wei went every time he disappeared, Wang Yizhi knew his sea of divine consciousness well.

After learning that Mo Wei was forced to wake up because of the oppression around him, and after learning that Wang Yizhi was fine, then he would also fall into a deep sleep again to reduce the consumption of the spirit, Wang Yizhi hurriedly said about the Nine Palaces, focusing on the resources of the Holy Court.

"Pour it out?"

"Yes, the huge Holy Courtyard, I don't believe that there is no spiritual grass to restore divine consciousness, by the way, how can I give it to you?"

"You can just eat it, I can absorb the excess"

Mo Wei looked at Wang Yizhi like an idiot, and didn't know how Wang Yizhi planned to feed him, and said in his heart: It's all grown so big, and I still don't have any brains, I haven't found a single spiritual grass for so many years, and I don't even know how to use it.

"Directly protect the body with spiritual power, just climb a few times"

I didn't expect that Wang Yizhi had been impatient for so many years, and felt very dissatisfied with Wang Yizhi's inaction and incompetence.

"Can't be used, otherwise there will be a big problem"

"Then let yourself be in an ethereal state, let the body be in harmony with the surrounding environment to the greatest extent, opportunism is useless in this kind of place, only truly comprehend the meaning of the Tao, is the root of the assessment"

Before he finished speaking, the figure gradually swayed, and he glared at Wang Yizhi fiercely, and sighed lovelessly: "Sooner or later, I will die in the hands of you bastard."