After the battles in the first few levels, Zhang Yang also has a certain understanding of this test. But what puzzled Zhang Yang the most was that there seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness staring at him here, his every move, word and deed, and even the tricks used, the way of fighting would be seen clearly, and even his biggest secret, the power of the stars and the power of the Tower of Thousand Illusions were copied.

He felt that something was wrong, so he planned to start investigating the game as soon as he finished the mission to see what kind of secrets were hidden behind it.

Pushing open the door of the fifth level, Zhang Yang slowly entered it. What was presented in front of him this time was not an ancient battlefield, nor was it a strange space, but an ordinary dojo of a martial artist who could no longer be ordinary.

The reason why Zhang Yang knew that this was a dojo was because he had also gone to a martial arts training class with his classmates for a period of time when he was young, so he was very familiar with the layout here.

In the middle of the dojo is an empty field, the ground is thick gray-brown wooden floor, although the floor looks like a certain number of years, but it still looks very bright, but some places have been trampled off the paint very badly, I think it must be because someone has been practicing here for many years. Further inside, there are two rows of simple wooden frames, one with two practice clothes on it, all of which are white and look soft. The back of the practice is printed with the word "month".

Zhang Yang picked up one curiously, and he found that this dress looked very small, its size was only about the same as the clothes of a student who had just entered the first year of junior high school, and the person wearing this dress was only 1.5 meters tall at most.

Is the opponent who is difficult to reach this level a child? Zhang Yang thought to himself. But when he turned to look at the other wooden frame, he immediately gave up on his thoughts. It's a place to put weapons, or weapons are more accurate. Because most of the weapons on this wooden frame are cold weapons, at least Zhang Yang thinks so.

These weapons look very strange, not the swords, guns, swords, halberds and so on that you see in the real world or on TV. That's why Zhang Yang decided that the opponent was not a child, because Zhang Yang personally touched those weapons, and the first feeling was cold! A biting chill! Zhang Yang thought that it might be related to their users.

The second feeling is that it is heavy! Each weapon is almost more than 100 catties! Zhang Yang picked out a weapon that looked the smallest, but he was almost carried down by its weight.

After a few casual dances, I felt that the situation was better, but how could such a heavy weapon be used against the enemy? The weapon was too heavy and too laborious to use, and it may not have hurt the opponent yet, but it first exhausted itself to death, so wasn't that going to death?

After playing two more times, Zhang Yang felt that this kind of weapon was indeed not very handy, and he was about to put it down but suddenly his heart tightened, and a black shadow was already standing in the middle of the dojo at some point, just behind Zhang Yang. Is he the opponent of this level? When did he stand there? Why didn't I notice it at all? When Zhang Yang slowly turned around, wanting to take a closer look at his opponent's appearance, who knew that the black shadow was no longer there.

"This kind of weapon, hum, the mixed land seed really can't make anything good!"

"What!"

Zhang Yang was shocked again, the black shadow had already appeared next to the wooden frame where the weapon was placed just now. Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, this feeling has not been experienced for a long time. Ever since he stepped into the world of cultivation by mistake, Zhang Yang had never felt this kind of panic, he might have thought that he had cultivated to that realm, that kind of realm where there were no waves and no waves.

But now he realized how ridiculous he used to be, like a frog at the bottom of a well, never knowing how big the outside world was.

"Are you the cultivator?" asked the Black Shadow without raising his head.

"Yes!" Zhang Yang replied expressionlessly.

"Huh?" the Black Shadow was obviously not satisfied with Zhang Yang's attitude, "Touch!" The Black Shadow knocked Zhang Yang out with a single blow. And Zhang Yang's heart was shocked or shocked, although he was shocked by the strength of the black shadow at the beginning, but when the black shadow was in trouble, he still wanted to deal with it with all his attention. But the result was that he was completely knocked away, and he didn't see clearly how the black shadow attacked, from which direction he attacked, except for that meeting with Shizun, this was the first time he deeply felt the difference in strength between the two sides.

Slowly got up from the ground, Zhang Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and carefully looked at the person in front of him. Just like Zhang Yang had guessed before, this person was only about 1.5 meters. He has a head as big as the man who drove the invisible warship in the game's trailer, but his limbs are no different from normal humans, and the whole person feels extremely incongruous.

"Boy, with this bit of strength, you dare to come to Uncle Yuri to die!" Yuri looked at Zhang Yang with disdain.

"Are you strong?" Zhang Yang clenched his fists, "It's just so-so!" Before the words fell, the person had already rushed out like a meteor.

"Really?" Yuri looked playfully at Zhang Yang who rushed over, "Are you starting to get serious?"

He clasped his hands in front of his chest and stood lazily in place, "But you're not qualified to argue with me!" After speaking, he slowly stretched out a finger and pressed it down.

"Boom!" Zhang Yang was slapped to the ground, and the gray-brown floor was immediately knocked out of a deep pit. Wood chips mixed with dust flew in the sky, gradually filling the entire dojo. It's like a high-speed missile suddenly hitting a slow-flying little sparrow. However, unlike reality, this little sparrow has nothing to do, and the missile is completely destroyed!

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shot too hard, I didn't expect it to be like this, are you okay?"

Yuri covered his mouth in surprise, acting like an innocent child who had done something wrong, but his eyes were far less pure than a child's, "You give me death, lowly bastard!"

Yuri screamed hysterically as he kicked viciously into the pit.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled again, and the violent aura raged throughout the dojo, and the flying dust had enveloped the entire dojo, and the entire dojo seemed gray, and it was already difficult to see what was happening inside from the outside.

"What are you doing?"

A faint voice drifted from the dust, and Yuri was shocked, and he looked at his feet and saw that there was nothing. He was sure that Zhang Yang had fled to the side at some point, and he immediately threw himself at the source of the sound in anger.

"Bump!" the two fists slammed into each other with a muffled sound. This time, Yuri was surprised to find that the other party was not knocked out again as he had imagined, but stabilized himself after taking a few steps back.

How could that be? Yuri was stunned, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. So he flew up again, and after a round of fierce fighting, he was horrified to find that the other party not only did not become weaker, but also his strength was getting closer and closer to him, and ordinary attacks could no longer pose any threat to him!

But then he discovered another thing that shocked him, that is, every time he fought against Yuri, he could feel as if something in his body had stolen a little bit of strength from Yuri, and then slowly transformed into his own power.

From this point of view, Zhang Yang came to a conclusion that pleased and shocked him.