Another three months had passed, and by this time the battle had reached the twelfth month, exactly one year had passed.

At this time, the monks who were really in the rank of the infighting conference were basically cleared, and all the monks who were left were very good at fighting, decisive battle maniacs, insidious and vicious old cowards, and Voldemort, who was especially good at hiding.

Due to the continuous shrinking of the place in the dream world, there are now less than 3,000 of the 10,000 contestants left, and the distance from the 1,000 places, everyone slowed down the pace and rhythm, began to play carefully, carefully selected their opponents, and never shot without complete certainty.

Chen He's hiding place is too explicit, these three months have tossed Chen He around, although he has completed the second form of the "Wave Sword Technique", but the second type is the spirit sword technique of the condensation period, and now almost all of the monks who are still alive are monks in the foundation building period, or which one of them has a unique skill, which makes Chen He have no room to fight back in the battle, and he really realized that his strength is insufficient, so he can only escape all the way, and finally choose to stay on the edge of the dream.

Chen He walked with the storm as if he was in a hurry at this time, and only by letting himself be in a state of being swallowed by the storm at any time and losing his qualifications every day could he avoid conflicts with others, and this kind of lingering every day made Chen He tired.

In order to reverse this situation, Chen He made up his mind that he must go all out to learn swordsmanship, even if the bloodline spell kills himself, he must also learn the melee swordsmanship of the foundation building period!

But that day, the voice of this old man like the blood-colored jewel was too pit, what did he say to teach Chen He's peerless swordsmanship, sword thirty-three, consecutive killing, just finished talking about the sword's body technique, and the technique was halfway through, and there was no movement at all, so that Chen He could only practice hard in the past few days, but the technique was less than half, no matter how beautiful your footwork was, he didn't dance with his shuriken, and he couldn't attack or defend, was it uncomfortable?

So Chen He has been studying this blood-colored bead for the past few days, and he doesn't know if there is any way to make it speak again.

Because this is a dream, it is useless for Chen He to use his divine sense, it is useless to feed it blood, and he is desperate in his heart, can he only get a thousand people, and then leave here and think of a way?

Then Chen He walked on the edge of the dream, except for the accident of dying in the dream circle every day, there was nothing else to worry about, and the days passed smoothly, and another year passed.

Chen He recognized his strength and worked hard for a year, but since he had achieved good results, the number of participants was now less than half, and there were less than 2,000 participants.

This year, Chen He exhausted all kinds of methods to become stronger, and finally found that this dream seems to be free, but in fact there are many restrictions, only the things that have an impression in his subconscious can make Chen He Zen if half of the real world makes Chen He Zen, just like this "Wave Sword Technique", Chen He has taken a look, the impression of the content in his mind, this time he can practice here, but those Qimen spells in the storage bag, Chen He has seen the content is very complete, but what he has not seen is a page of blank paper, which is the rule of dreams.

Since he doesn't have the strength to clash with people, but he can't waste time, Chen He can only practice spells, and he can't use the fireball technique now, which shows how unqualified Chen He, a monk, is. After taking advantage of this year's time, Chen He learned the "Fireball Technique" and "Earth Splitting Technique", two spells that could only be used in the second layer of Qi Condensation, which he had learned by doing his best to learn.

It is worth mentioning that once even on the edge of the dream, Chen He was attacked by a monk, Chen He was no match for him, and in the end, he was very embarrassed and could only use the method of pretending to be dead to escape, which was really shameless.

After that, Chen He will also take time to learn "The Corpse is Dead Technique" I have to say that this technique really works, and later someone attacked Chen He, Chen He put on a self-severing appearance, saying, "I swear to die and won't let you get points!" and then died, others saw that Chen He was completely lifeless, and this was the edge of the collapse of the dream, so naturally he would not stay, he turned his head and left, Chen He immediately got up from the ground and hurried away.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed, this is already the fourth year, and the real world of the outer gate should only be four days now.

This dream is quite boring, Chen He found that there are still many things that are restricted in the dream, but it is useless Chen He doesn't bother to care, the monks who have fought with him have often appeared in the past year, the dream has shrunk tens of thousands of times, only a mountain of almost eight hundred miles is the only free activity area, Chen He sat there and sometimes heard the sound of battle not far away, and now there are only a thousand and dozens of people left, whoever eliminates it is unlucky, as long as Chen He endures it, he can enter the next round.

But this dream circle is not shrinking! This makes Chen He lose a big barrier, his daily activities now can only be the practice of escaping the pace of "stepping on the leaves and looking for flowers", and then occasionally when he can't escape, he lies on the ground in the haystack and uses the "Corpse is Dead Technique" to gamble on luck, his own lifeless breath is no different from a stone, and the other party can't find him without his eyes and his sense, so it can also resolve some crises.

Chen He didn't think about fighting, he also worked hard to cultivate a very strong flame spell called "Yanhu Burning Heaven Decision", this is a foundation building period of the spell, Chen He happened to see it in the storage bag, and was attracted by this domineering name at a glance, and after reading the content, he was extremely excited by the effect of the spell, saying that he had always wanted to take time out to practice, but he had no time. Now that he finally has time, if he learns this trick, how can Chen He kill a person if he wants to use it for a sneak attack!

As a result, as people say, "Fireball Technique" is called one of the three basic spells of the monk, and if you want to practice all fire spells well, you must first practice this simple "Fireball Technique" to the point of perfection.

If you want to practice the fire technique of the foundation building period, you must at least play the "Fireball Technique" to the peak in order to use it! Even if you don't reach the peak, you can practice the "Fireball Technique" to the extent that you can speak in the hall.

But Chen He's "Fireball Technique" is only a little successful now, you can go out and ask other monks, the monk who can survive until now is not just "Fireball Technique" played for more than ten years, and then he has his current set of skills! Although Liu Shuangjiang of the Star Fortune Sect is arrogant and annoying, he has been practicing "Fireball Technique" every day since he was six years old, and he has not interrupted for a day, and now he has reached the point where he does not pinch the trick or even recite the formula, and he can use the "Fireball Technique" with a single movement of his mind , this is still the same as before, he is enough to rely on the condensation of qi cultivation to kill the foundation of the foundation building period of the strong spell foundation.

Chen He, a half-person like him, wants to compare with him, but he is far behind, and he can't catch up in a year or two.

Now the second round is nearing the end, and the rest of the people are very clearly sure that only Chen He is not a master, and the others are the elite of the elites among the monks.

At this time, everyone did not hide their positions, they released their divine senses, and generously exposed their positions, many people have gathered their small teams, looked at each other, and there is no single kill, either the group is wiped out, or the group is destroyed.

Chen He felt more than a thousand divine senses swept over his body in a minute, and wanted to cry without tears, facing the situation that no one could defeat him, he could only lie on the ground and pretend to be a corpse, not daring to move.

Some people still wondered, eh, how could there be a corpse here? Didn't the corpse disappear when the person died in this dream?

A lot of divine consciousness was attracted by Chen He, hundreds of masters of foundation building looked at Chen He's body, Chen He's nervous heart was about to jump, fortunately, "The Corpse Has Died Technique" is indeed mysterious, Chen He's whole body was stiff and cold and lifeless, everyone thought that this might be a death from some special spell, so it didn't disappear, it was indeed a corpse, and then the divine consciousness dispersed.

Chen He had just breathed a sigh of relief, intending to stay motionless until the end, but a person fell in front of him.

Chen He closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look at who it was, and he didn't dare to release his divine sense, so he could only pray that the other party would leave quickly.

The man didn't leave, obviously came to Chen He, pulled up Chen He's body, touched Chen He's face, and said in Chen He's ear: "Little lazy worm, if you don't get up, you won't be able to see the person you want to see!"

This voice! is ...... Wu Shishi!

Chen He's body trembled suddenly, and he quickly lifted the spell, and when he saw it, he was wearing a white robe, with a silver flower belt around his waist and a blue long rope flying with three white storage bags, and a thin veil on his face couldn't stop that beautiful face, wasn't it Wu Shishi!

"Shishi!" Chen He jumped up excitedly, grabbed the other party's hand, and was just about to speak, when he suddenly found that the Wu Shishi in front of him had a bulge on his chest, which was much bigger than he had in his impression, and the fragrance on his body was also very different from Wu Shishi, Chen He's face changed greatly with joy, and he let go of his hand and said: "You are not Wu Shishi, you are Zhang Xingyu!"