At this time, several figures were leaning on a railing on the side of the corridor, and a white-haired young man led by him was looking in the direction of Lin Feifei with a sneer, his expression seemed to be looking forward to the test of Lin Feifei and the funeral night.

Soon, Funeral Night and Lin Feifei appeared on the stage one after another, and after injecting soul power, the former suddenly felt that an invisible black hole on the stage was sucking his soul power, and at this moment, the sleeping elder also woke up.

"Hey, boy, what's going on with you?" The voice of the elder came from the sea of spirits on the night of the funeral, and his divine consciousness was quietly reawakened.

Feeling the movement of the outside world, the old man's divine sense was probing, and he could already feel that the external suction was caused by the stone talisman on the platform.

Although the appearance of the funeral night was not too expressive, the heart was already alarmed by the awakening of the elder. You must know that Elder Zun has not reappeared for a few days since he forcibly opened the barrier for Funeral Night, which makes Funeral Night, who is used to talking to Elder Zun every day, unintentionally a little bitter.

And he quickly told Elder Venerable the specific content of the Daoist test, and after the latter heard this, he stroked his white beard and couldn't help but sigh in the sea of spirits, "That's okay, I'm also looking forward to what level of your specific strength has reached." ”

Under the Manifestation Realm, cultivation is not completely equivalent to strength, although the elder is not from the Southern Regions, but he has heard about the test of the Daoist Pavilion before his death. He was also interested in some of the unique technologies in the Southern Regions compared to the other three regions.

While the elder was talking to the funeral night, the scarecrow outside had already begun to move. The yellow straw was inlaid with kernels, and the elder couldn't help but blurt out to the funeral night, "This is... The core of the worm?!"

"The beast core of the worm?!" The funeral night was stunned for a moment, Worm, he had never heard of this kind of soul beast.

I only heard Elder Zun explain, "The Ant Worm is a third-order soul beast that lives in the swamp where the Eastern Regions and the Southern Regions intersect, but I didn't expect that there was such a thing in the Soul Rune Platform in this Dao Pavilion. ”

When the words fell, I saw that after the elder finished speaking, the scarecrow had already launched an attack on the funeral night without waiting for the exchange between the elder and the funeral night. The three scarecrows exuded a water-based soul light, and their arms turned into a ball of sharp blades and launched an attack on the funeral night.

A roar was immediately generated, and the Burial Night Water Explosion Bomb condensed sharply, almost equivalent to the moment of the Burial Night's shot, and the collision between the two suddenly gushed out surging water vapor. And the next moment, in the slightly hazy atmosphere, a strong light quickly exploded.

"Wow, so handsome, I didn't expect this funeral night to be so powerful. After seeing and hearing this, Bai Wei in the audience exclaimed, originally her eyes were focused on Lin Feifei, and the shock of the soul power collision on the funeral night in an instant attracted her eyes.

Not only her, but Luo Fan, Bai Song, Mo Tong and the others were all a little demented, the strength of the burial night just now was just one blow, they were not fools, and they had already seen that the test was undoubtedly a different soul power dimension from theirs.

"Mid-Transformation Realm!?" And the white-haired young man leaning on the railing originally looked at Lin Feifei and the test of Funeral Night with his hands on his chest playfully, he originally planned to watch a rookie performance, but the collision of the blow just now on Funeral Night made him no longer able to squint and despise it.

"Hmph, that's kind of interesting. When he said this from the corner of his mouth, the hands that were originally wrapped around his chest had been quietly propped up on the railing, and his eyes were curious and focused on the two people on the stage, but obviously, his eyes were more from the original posture of Lin Feifei to the direction of the funeral night.

"Li Shao..."Behind the white-haired young man, several people also noticed his abnormality, but he was almost deaf to him again. Even Zhang Mei, who is in charge of the gym, is one of the most perfunctory.

"Don't make a noise, watch well. His white hair danced in the wind, and this railing could be described as a good place for ventilation, and it was his Li Shao's exclusive venue. When he heard the guys behind him shouting his name, he didn't look back, but let them watch the scene that interested him as he pleased.

The wonderful performance on the funeral night on the stage undoubtedly attracted the attention of a large number of spectators, and soon, a large number of people appeared under the soul talisman platform where Hu Zhi and others were. The cacophony of young girls has become one of the loudest focal points here. And the souls of the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm who were aware of it before the night of the burial also looked up and saw this.

In just the first minute of the test, the audience was almost completely crowded, and the spectators gathered here not only because of the strange face and strong strength of the funeral night, but also because of the graceful and graceful nature of Lin Feifei's puppet and the powerful background identity in the city.

At this time, Lin Feifei was controlling her metal puppet with ten fingers of soul line, and every time she swung through the wrist under the snow suit, the movements displayed by the puppet also danced, and soon under the effect of Lin Feifei's wind attribute soul power, the soul power converged into a cross net with the outline of the soul line, and the wire net had firmly controlled the four scarecrows in the staggered hands of Lin Feifei.

"Well done, Fifi!" Seeing this, Hu Zhi cheered. Lin Feifei's puppet technique deeply attracted his attention, and the puppet that Lin Feifei took out when he came to power, he was already looking forward to Lin Feifei's performance.

Fei Fei seems to have improved a lot. The Bai family brothers, Bai Luo and Bai Qiong also cheered with Hu Zhi, their eyes tilted slightly to Lin Feifei, the two brothers looked at each other and nodded in unison, and what was even more fascinating under the stands was the main battlefield of the funeral night.

At this time, the battle performance of Funeral Night was already quite fierce, he was dressed in a black and red robe, his black hair hung tightly in the hairline behind his head, and a slight scar from the previous battle could be seen on his neck.

And I saw that his bandaged left arm and the gloves with the black animal skin were quickly surging. The furious energy seemed to have formed an oval circle of light, and due to the heat of its energy, the water attribute soul power seemed to have been dissolved, and the circle of light was finally fixed in the left hand of the funeral night.

"Look, what's that?! ”

"Who is this kid? Why haven't I seen it again in the gym before? ”

"Huh~ I seem to have seen this guy, but I can't remember where it is. ”

"Look, he's moved..."

The eyes of the spectators in the audience lit up, and they saw an arrow step in their line of sight with its powerful energy aura attacking, and with a push of their palms, the powerful wind roared out, and the entire enchantment was shaken.

"Good boy, where did you learn this soul technique? It's not weaker than the tidal palm I taught you. ”

Seeing this, half of the scarecrows besieging the funeral night in front of him disappeared in an instant, and his heart was in a state of shock. He didn't know when he had given him this skill. And the elliptical aperture that focused energy in his hand was a little unclear about what kind of soul technique it was.

Funeral Night smiled inwardly and replied to Elder Zun, "This is my own creation." ”

"Homemade?" Hearing this, Elder Venerable was slightly shocked in an instant, and the words in his mouth couldn't help but increase by a few decibels.

"Uh-huh. Funeral Night snorted softly, "Hey, old man, don't look down on me... I'm also your apprentice, so what's all the fuss about creating my own soul technique. ”

"..."Elder Venerable's heart at this time burst into a black line, "You especially said that it seems to be a matter of course to create your own soul technique, and the characteristics of the entire Soul Continent that can have your own soul technique are almost all soul people at the level of the Soul Emperor, you are really..."

On the night of the funeral, under the prying eyes of the sea of spirits, seeing the expression of the elder Zun was angry and funny, he couldn't help but explain, "This is my own creation by combining the evaporation of the atmosphere in the Huai Ant Soul Beast Array and the endurance and storage of Wang Long's Fire Scythe Soul Technique, uh~ Temporarily named it 'Water Breath Fury'." ”

"Water Breath Fury?"

"Hehe, this soul skill is so ugly..."

When the elder heard this, he immediately glanced at the funeral night.

The restlessness under the soul talisman still showed the excitement of the spectators, and outside the faint enchantment, everyone had more or less felt the impact of the soul power of the funeral night, and at this time, the group of people who had been walking with the funeral night before had some complicated meanings in their hearts.

Bai Wei said: "Brother, it seems that we really underestimated him. She remembered that she had said that she was not necessarily better than Mo Tong at the funeral night, and her little face was slightly red at this time.

After hearing this, Bai Song couldn't help but nodded, and the hot saliva was also difficult to swallow, and his eyes looked straight at the figure of the funeral night, at this time, nearly half of the scarecrows on the battlefield of the funeral night had turned into nothingness, and the wooden stakes that hindered it had also disappeared completely. Indeed, before the funeral night showed his strength, because of Lin Feifei's face, he was polite on the funeral night on the surface.

Hu Zhize, who was next to Bai Song, did not have a very good face, originally he thought that the funeral night was Lin Feifei's little follower, but who would have thought that the strength shown by the funeral night would be so shocking. With just two blows, he could already see the gap between the two sides.

To be honest, while he has brother and sister feelings for Lin Feifei, he also has some complicated meanings. In his real thoughts, he did like Lin Feifei a little, but he had no choice but to be a bad family, the Lin family was a first-class family in Biluo City, and their Luo family was a miscellaneous family that was intertwined and attached to various forces. It's barely on par with ordinary second-rate doors.

Mo Tong's eyes seemed to be shining, and the heroic posture of the funeral night was deeply reflected in her eyes, although the girl was young, her physical and mental development was relatively precocious, heroes love beauties, and beauties love heroes. At this time, Taishang's right hand was raised, and the soul was entangled in the funeral night, and her handsome heroic posture made her involuntarily put her hands on her chest, and unconsciously made a gesture of appreciation.

The Bai brothers don't have so many little Jiujiu in their hearts, whether it is Lin Feifei or the funeral night, they all affirm the latter from the perspective of appreciation and recognition.

In the audience, the voices of the girls chatting at the same time increased the speed of the battle, and the battle was only three minutes long, and most of them seemed to have forgotten the time. The girls naturally discussed and gossiped about the strength and identity of the funeral night, for them, the Soul Continent could be married at the age of fourteen, and they had naturally entered the age where they could be married. Funeral Night, a teenager who had almost never seen him before, became the natural target of their quarrel.