In the eyes of everyone around him, he threw a punch, the air exploded, and a tyrannical wind swept in all directions.

One after another, the fierce wind, the powerful killing intent directly locked the other party.

"Ah......h

I saw that the man screamed, and under Wang An's surprise, he flew out directly, and the whole person fell to the ground, angry and pale, as if he was not far from death.

At this time, the eyes of the people around him who looked at Wang An finally changed, and a trace of fear could be vaguely seen.

At this moment, the people here finally knew that Wang An was actually pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and he could actually injure the fake baby monk with one move, although he had the intention of tricks, but his strength was definitely not inferior to the monk on the arena, but I don't know why he only fought for the place at this time.

......

When Wang An entered the halo of the arena, he felt a powerful suppression come to him, and a breath that shocked the soul suddenly appeared in the sea of knowledge.

If you are not strong-willed, you must be knocked away by this spirit under this strange aura, and even your soul will be injured.

When Wang An approached the aura light shield, his fists flashed with silver light, and he slammed his fist on it.

I saw that the entire aura shield suddenly had a ripple, the aura rolled, and a rune enveloped Wang An, and he entered the arena in an instant.

When he entered the arena, a milky white token appeared out of thin air, with two ancient characters on it, but only Wang An knew this word.

For those who receive the Spiritual Void Token, the Spiritual Void Order will automatically generate an aura shield to envelop the token holder.

Seeing that Wang An successfully passed the first test, Weng Li had an excited smile on her face.

The group of nervous Yuanying monks in the Medicine King Valley relaxed their hearts slightly.

Wang An's identity is not trivial, but if he is injured or has an accident, they will not be able to indulge the wrath of the Avatar Ancestor at that time.

......

Half of the ten floors passed, and the two arenas finally had enough to select a thousand monks.

When the thousandth piece of spiritual void order was issued, the runes of the four large pillars around the arena flickered, and a supreme momentum that destroyed the world swept in all directions, and everywhere they went, the monks within ten zhang of the surrounding area retreated one after another.

"Start the second round of the competition!"

It was the mysterious voice again, sounding out of thin air.

"Damn, I'm just a little close, almost I'm going to make it. ”

"Alas, I failed again, and it seems that I have no chance of this secret realm. ”

The mysterious voice sounded, and a dangerous momentum appeared around them, and the monks who had been complaining retreated one after another.

"Woohoo!"

When the mysterious voice came, the monks on the stage were wrapped in spiritual light and teleported out, but their bodies were still shrouded in the spiritual light of the spiritual void order.

It is said that there were once monks who turned into gods who tried to kill these monks and seize the Spirit Void Order, but the arena turned into a majestic mountain, directly imprisoning the other party, and under one smash, the Dharma body was shattered and the soul was injured.

Since then, no one has tried to kill the monks who passed the first round.

When everyone was teleported out, only the spirit void order in the hands of two people moved, and they stayed on the arena, and the halo on the two of them suddenly disappeared.

One of these two people is a false Dan monk, and the other is the twelfth layer of the foundation.

The False Dan Monk easily defeated his opponent.

Wang An found that this arena would automatically judge the winner, and the spiritual void on the loser's body disappeared abruptly and was directly teleported.

Then one after another, people were teleported in.

The arena is wonderful, the spiritual light is flashing, the treasure light is soaring to the sky, all kinds of treasures emerge in endlessly, and the strange and unpredictable secret techniques come and go.

After fifty or sixty sets of competitions, Wang An found that as long as you can win ten games in a row, it will automatically teleport down, and the spiritual void order on your body has not been deprived.

In other words, you have to win at least ten games in a row before you can rest!

This is definitely a huge test for the monk, and the endurance, aura, and divine soul will be under great pressure.

"Buzz!"

After two hundred competitions, the Spirit Void Token in Wang An's hand trembled abruptly, and the whole thing was teleported.

Immediately afterwards, a monk who had built a perfect foundation, about thirty, and a fierce face was also reported.

"Hehe, little guy, if you meet me Meng Hao today, you will obediently admit defeat. ”

I saw that the momentum around this person's body was rising, and a strange demonic aura shrouded all around, and with a slap of the storage bag on his waist, an awl with a flickering magic text appeared in his hand.

At this moment, the aura on his body was impressively comparable to the early stage of Jindan.

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Wang An glanced at the other party lightly.

As soon as his mind moved, the ancestral witch was chaotic, and his figure flashed, appearing directly in front of the other party.

A vast, ancient, and wild bloodline aura rushed straight into the nine skies, and the aura on Wang An's body was not inferior to that of Jindan monks.

I saw that his face was cold, his whole body suddenly rose an inch, his fists were clenched, and the whole person was like a cannonball out of the chamber shooting towards the other party.

The wind was cold all around, the fist shadows overlapped, and there was a burst of exploding hiss in the air.

The monk only felt that a powerful and heavy momentum directly enveloped him, and the soul chasing cone of the magic light rolling, after touching a silver fist, let out a low roar, the aura was dim, and it instantly lost its power.

I only felt that a breath as thick as a mountain bombarded me directly, and then the whole person flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Falling to the ground, there was a series of clicking sounds in his body, the sound of bones shattering, blood spitting from his mouth, and faintly visible fragments of internal organs.

A milky token flew out of him and disappeared, before being teleported.

"Buzz!"

A vast abyss-like aura suddenly fell on the arena, and an old man with a wrinkled face, a short stature, and a gray robe appeared on the arena, this person was a fake Dan monk.

"The old man Jin Lingzong Hou Naiseng, seeing that your strength is good, and you are a disciple of the Medicine King Valley, hand over the Spirit Void Order and admit defeat. The old man glanced at Wang An and said with a rebellious expression.

"Hehe, thank you seniors for your kindness, since you are here, how can you easily admit defeat?" Wang An smiled disapprerovingly.

"Little thing that doesn't know whether it's dead or alive!" The momentum on Hou Naisheng's body changed, and an astonishing killing intent came overwhelmingly.

Hou Naisheng's mouth opened, and a fiery red golden mirror shot out of his mouth.

Picking up the three-inch mirror, I saw the words in his mouth. , a little left hand, a spiritual light fell on the mirror, the aura rolled, and the runes flickered.

"Haha, you died under the old man's fire mirror, and you should be content. ”

I saw Hou Naisheng throw the mirror in his hand, and the mirror suddenly turned into a huge roulette wheel of three feet in size suspended in the air, and with Hou Naisheng's finger, countless crimson flames suddenly emerged from this mirror, and the surrounding fire aura was absorbed by this mirror.

A fiery sensation swept in all directions, and the air emitted puffs of white smoke.

"Boom!"

Under the flash of flames, they poured down towards Wang An, and Wang An's whole person turned into a flame.