Kyushu Ki, 8.99 years.

The summer in Penglai is no different from the past, if you have to say, only the color of the sky is more pure than the other three seasons, and the blue will appear. Under this clear blue sky, the clouds around Yujing Peak have also faded accordingly.

The square, which has always been empty because of its spaciousness, is now arranged in a circular cloth with six large platforms, which are reinforced by the elders of each hall with magic and formed, and in the middle are attached white crystal powder, forming a number. In the middle of the square is a stone platform with names engraved on it, followed by a number at the top.

Today is the third day of the Penglai Temple test. Through the initial examination, 96 people were selected from more than 1,000 people who participated in the temple examination, and the number of people who participated in the competition has been eliminated to 24 by the time they participate in the competition today.

Although it was early in the morning, there was still some time before the start of the temple exam. However, they were already impatient for the game, so they had already gathered around the competition venue, talking loudly with their companions with excited expressions.

But no matter how irritated the noisy noise was to the disciples of the four halls of Lingce, Lingwu, Lingfa, and Lingshu who happened to be on both sides, Yi Ziming, who was guarding next to the third platform, was very happy. His mouth has always been known for being "pompous", and even his disciples who have been in the school for more than 100 years are extremely fond of listening to him brag.

coincided with the once-in-a-century palace examination, and the final ranking of this palace examination was related to next year's "Heavenly Palace Huidao", Yi Ziming's mouth suddenly seemed like a big river that had broken the embankment, and he was talking about the disciples around him.

“...... I can tell you, even when Zhai Yingxue walked the ladder of Wuwei back then, I witnessed it with my own eyes!"

After the disciples around who started late let out an exclamation, they all asked, "According to Elder, what year did the Lord of the Zhai Hall go to Penglai in the Kyushu Dynasty?"

"Hmph", Yi Ziming cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to speak, but this person is old and has a bad memory, and he really can't remember what year Zhai Yingxue went on the Wuwei Ladder, he changed his voice and said: "You little rabbit cubs, don't ask Zhai Yingxue how she became the master of a palace in a short time, but try to find out the age of others, do you want to beg for a beating?"

As he spoke, he made an angry look and slapped the ring ruler in his hand vigorously. The surrounding disciples receded like a tide, laughed for a while, and then stuck to it, and changed the topic to ask Yi Ziming.

Yi Ziming heyed, shook the ring ruler, and chatted with them again. Time flies like this, and after a while, I only heard someone whisper "coming". As if the agreed code, more than half of the nearly 100 people around Yi Ziming withdrew and gathered around the big platform used for the game.

Some unknown disciples looked at them strangely, and as if they looked at them, they whispered to their companions, "What's the matter?"

The disciple next to him was also puzzled at first, but soon he saw a few disciples of the Spirit Ce Hall who were more familiar with each other among the people who retreated, and they were all scattered among the large group of people, obviously familiar with the people around them. He suddenly suddenly, his eyes glowed with great interest, and he whispered to his companion: "Today's No. 3 platform is probably the platform where the little uncle is going to compete." ”

The man was stunned, and at the same time with a clear expression on his face, he glanced at his companion, silently turned around and withdrew from Yi Ziming's battle circle, and gathered around the ring.

Yi Ziming saw that the people surrounding him began to decrease from the outermost circle, from the previous one or two hundred people to only about twenty people now, he snorted angrily, flicked his sleeve robe and said loudly: "Scattered, the palace test is about to start." ”

"Alas, Uncle Shi, what's wrong?"

"That's right......"

......

Yi Ziming didn't pay attention to it, blew his beard and stared through the crowd, got on the stage, followed the direction of most people in the audience and looked not far away, and saw the young man in white clothes and black embroidery walking slowly here.

Although he was wearing the same white clothes, but the edges of the cuffs were different, Yi Ziming felt that his clothes seemed to be white and glowing, which was particularly dazzling. Yi Ziming couldn't help but ask himself, can a mortal who has only been in the field for four years have changed so much?

A Tebi aura diffused from his body, making him obviously separate from the surrounding disciples, and Yi Ziming couldn't help but have a contrast in his heart.

As a rare Zhai Yingxue in Penglai for hundreds of years, how does it compare to this person?

But Yin Fan, as a party to the party, didn't know that he had caused an uproar, and after seeing the morning competition arrangement, he walked straight to the No. 3 ring.

Two years have passed in a flash. But Yin Fan has never been to Qianshan since he was stuck in the bamboo hut in the past two years, and he can't help but miss coming here again in the past few days.

At this time, there were extremely many people around the third platform, except for the disciples of the Lingce Hall and the Lingwu Palace, most of the disciples of the other halls also leaned here. What happened to Wu Ma Zixuan two years ago, most of the Penglai disciples knew about it.

Yin Fan looked at those people and took a deep breath. In the past few days, the disciples of the Lingce Hall and the Lingwu Hall have not met after the competition, and today it seems to give him an answer, and it is the disciples of the Lingce Hall who are competing with him. He walked slowly and calmly to the front of the stage, and walked to the front of the stage in the passage that everyone gave way. It didn't take long for another Lingce Hall disciple to come to the stage.

This man was quite fat, not only did he have a round belly, but even his head was like a round ball. As soon as he came to the stage, he saluted dignified and said, "Lian Maoxun, a disciple of the Lingce Palace, has seen the little uncle. ”

Yin Fan was a little surprised, saluted him back, and said, "Don't be so polite." ”

Lian Maoxun scratched the back of his head and said with a sneer: "Little Uncle, in fact, Senior Brother Yu Zi and Senior Sister Yu Sang told us all the causes and consequences of the incident after you left. That day in the Lingwu Temple......"

Yin Fan interrupted him and said with a smile: "It's already over, I don't mind, do you still mind?"

Hearing him say such a sentence, the many disciples of the Spirit Ce Hall surrounded by the audience were silent, just looking at him.

Lian Maoxun was stunned, looked at Yin Fan for a long time, nodded, and said, "If Uncle Xiao said so, we will be relieved." ”

Yi Ziming glanced at the two of them, and finally his eyes stayed on Yin Fan, and said, "It's been two days, I don't need to repeat the rules of the competition, right?"

Yin Fan and Lian Maoxun nodded. Yi Ziming didn't talk nonsense, walked to the place where he was sitting just now under the ring, and picked up the gong that Luo hammered on the bronze armor.

As soon as this voice sounded, Lian Maoxun suddenly raised his hand and shouted at Yin Fan, "Uncle Shi, slow down." ”

Yin Fanqi said: "I haven't moved yet." ”

Lian Maoxun's face turned red, and then in the uproar of hundreds of people, he trotted all the way to Yin Fan. Yin Fan stood in place without any movement.

Even Mao Xun said in a voice that made sure that no one around him could hear it: "In the past two years, Senior Uncle Wu Ma Zixuan caused harm to Senior Brother Wu Ma Zixuan in the Ruins Realm with his Manifestation Realm cultivation, and I know about my nephew. Although the master and nephew also have the ninth level of cultivation in the Broken Spirit Realm, but now Uncle Shi, you ......" He looked at it again, and after finding that it was indeed the fifth level of the Broken Spirit Realm, he continued: "It is the fifth level of cultivation in the Spirit Breaking Realm, and I must not be able to win my stunt when I fight." I just ask Uncle Xiao to give me face, at least so that I can stand up in the afternoon to accompany ...... Fellow disciples, do you think so?"

In the past few days of competition, Yin Fan's competition objects have high cultivation and low cultivation, but without exception, Yin Fan defeated the other party, and there was only one move.

A simple punch, the opponent fell directly to the ground, not to mention, I heard rumors that he still hasn't stood up.

Yin Fan's face was strange, and he looked in the direction of his gaze when he said "Tongmen", but saw that it was a female disciple, although her appearance was average, her figure was extremely angry, especially her breasts......

Yin Fan coughed dryly, met his gaze, and nodded while showing affirmation.

For a while, I didn't know if it was an illusion or what, most of the male disciples in the audience seemed to have seen the word obscenity on the foreheads of the two people on the stage.

Yi Ziming saw the two of them muttering for a long time, and said angrily: "If you two don't start again, I will sentence the two of you to abstain!"

Lian Maoxun was startled, hurriedly walked to the other side, shook his body, showed a wooden staff that was bent and twisted, and said to Yin Fan: "Uncle Shi, please advise." ”

After Yin Fan saluted him, his right hand clenched into a fist, and at the same time, the space around him began to twist as if it had been scorched by the heat. As he entered the Soul Breaking Realm, his control of his True Yuan had reached a higher level, and the previous situation of diffusing a hazy yellow light around his True Yuan body was now able to be effectively controlled.

At this moment, Lian Maoxun put away the laughing expression just now, and he looked at Yin Fan's fist extremely seriously. Two days ago, he already knew the power of Yin Fan's fist, but it wasn't until he confronted him head-on that Lian Maoxun felt the real horror.

At this moment, although Yin Fan on the opposite side was just clenching his fist, Lian Maoxun could feel the Zhenyuan gathered in his fist, which was so weird that it was not like words. If the power of the True Yuan gathered by ordinary people like this is only double, the power of Yin Fan's fist alone is twice as great, and the next True Yuan gathering at any time, how powerful will it be?

Lian Maoxun had more cold sweat on his forehead.

In the eyes of everyone, Yin Fan's qualifications are not even average, but whether he is cultivating at the moment or whether he can be favored by Yu Shixin, it can almost be said to be a miracle in the entire cultivation world.

There is a fact that everyone has selectively forgotten, and he will not say whether it is right or wrong for the time being to kill Wu Ma Zixuan, but in other words, the degree of horror of this matter is no less than this incident.

Regardless of the cause and effect, the fact is that the people in the Manifestation Realm (actually the first level of the Soul Breaking Realm) killed the people in the Ruins Realm.

When he first heard this, Lian Maoxun scolded three sentences of "", but it wasn't until the day before yesterday that he witnessed Yin Fan knock down a senior brother who even he had to fight hard for a long time with a fist, and he began to believe it.

By now, Lian Maoxun has gone from believing to being a little afraid.

What kind of power does just a fist contain?

Lian Maoxun didn't know that he didn't dare to attack rashly. In the past two days, when Yin Fan punched, even he needed to use all his strength to see his figure clearly. If he takes the initiative to attack strategy, it is easy to create a gap for Yin Fan. He raised his staff in front of him, all of his true elements were used for defense, and large drops of sweat from his forehead had already stained the clothes around him.

So a strange scene appeared in everyone's eyes, Yin Fan raised his fist, Lian Maoxun raised his cane, and the two looked at each other motionlessly.

The disciples who cultivated for the Broken Spirit Realm were a little unclear, so they discussed in a low voice with each other what was going on. And the eyes of the disciples above the Spirit Breaking Realm kept changing between the two of them, and cold sweat broke out between their foreheads. They could all see that although the two of them had not moved half a step at the moment, they could see that the Zhenyuan around the two of them had gathered more and more, like an infinitely inflated balloon, only one last burst away.

Yi Ziming already had a return to the ruins realm, and he naturally heard the conversation between Yin Fan and Lian Maoxun just now. However, the confrontation between the two of them became longer and longer, and he couldn't help but want to ask: If you continue like this, can you still fulfill the promise you made just now?

Yin Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and all the people above the Broken Spirit Realm were suffocated, holding their breath and looking at Yin Fan, waiting for him to make the next move.

In the next instant, Yin Fan disappeared.

Yes, it disappeared from everyone's eyes. Everyone's eyes looked at Lian Maoxun almost reflexively.

Lian Maoxun's eyes widened, and he let out a loud shout, and at the same time held the cane with both hands and slammed it into the right side of his body.

And what embarrassed him the most was that the blow he had just hit contained all the true elements in his body, and his body could no longer turn around. But he was very strange, he had just clearly determined that there was someone here, how could there be?

Lian Maoxun felt a gentle push on his back, and then he suddenly felt the world spinning, and then he lay on a soft object. Even his hands seemed to touch something sponge-like, and he couldn't help but pinch it twice at the moment, and it felt very comfortable.

When he raised his head, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The people around him were three meters away, but the expressions on their faces were extremely complicated. And the female disciple who was knocked down by him had a more complicated face.

At this time, Lian Maoxun pressed his hands on the big chest of the female disciple who was talking to Yin Fan just now, and even his head was buried in her chest.

Lian Maoxun was startled, stood up with a smile, and at the same time helped the female disciple up from the ground, and after some kind words, he couldn't help but look at the ring. I could only see Yin Fan's back walking out of the ring and walking into the distance.

Looking at that back, he was silent. Similarly, all the people above the Broken Spirit Realm present were just like him.

Lian Maoxun finally knew why he didn't hit him when he felt someone for the first time. Because it was Yin Fan's intention, inducing him to make this pose, and then retracting his strength to come behind him and push him out.

Whether it's to make an inducing action, or to retract the true element and push him out. The former made such an action in front of the ninth-level person of the Broken Spirit Realm, while the latter was simply impossible in the Broken Spirit Realm.

Is this person really only in the Broken Spirit Realm?

Most of the people present had such doubts, but they were forced by something just as deep. In four years, from the Primordial Dao Realm to the Returning Ruins Realm, is it really possible for such a thing?

Yin Fan walked to the stone platform in the middle of the venue and looked for his name. As his gaze moved, he saw an elder slowly write his name on a roster of matches.

Ran Baishan.

His gaze then moved upward, and when he saw those three words, he couldn't help but exhale—Lingwu Palace. Yin Fan shook his head helplessly, and was about to walk through the crowd to return to his melancholy home to rest, when he suddenly heard a familiar call.

"Little Uncle"

Yin Fan turned around and saw Yu Zi and Yu Sang hurriedly walking in. Yu Sang was still so charming and enchanting, Yu Zi was panting, sweat was on his forehead, he gasped and smiled: "Uncle Xiao, it's good for you, you won't be out of the mountain for two years, and you will be shocked as soon as you appear." ”

Yin Fan waved his hand and said, "Where, where." ”

Yu Zi wiped the sweat from his forehead, hesitated slightly, and said, "Uncle Xiao, I have already explained the incident to my classmates two years ago, they misunderstood you, and I ask Uncle Xiao not to be surprised." ”

Yin Fan smiled: "It's obviously something I found myself, how can I say it from your mouth and they misunderstand me." ”

Yu Zi and Yin Fan looked at each other and smiled, and the estrangement that had not been talked for two years seemed to dissipate in just a few words. Yin Fan saw Yu Zi sweating from the time they met until now, and asked, "In the competition just now, is the opponent very strong?"

Yu Zi's face was a little embarrassed, and he said: "The strength is average, but I don't know what strange Dao methods are fused, which is extremely strange, and it really took me some brains." ”

Yu Sang glanced at Yu Zi and said, "Obviously, your IQ is not enough, and even a disciple of the Broken Spirit Realm can entangle you like this, you are so good." ”

Yu Zi smiled, hugged Guo Sang, and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter if I don't have a breath, you can't have a senior sister." ”

Yin Fan was speechless, these two people were the same as before, they were tired and never looked at the time. However, Yu Zi, as a person who returned to the Ruin Realm, there were people besides him who could make him feel tricky, and he was curious in his heart, and asked, "Senior nephew, which disciple of the Broken Spirit Realm can make you feel so tricky?"

Yu Zi met his gaze and said slowly: "You should also know this person." ”

Yin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yu Zidao: "He went to Penglai to worship in the Elixir Hall in the same year as you, and then transferred to the disciple of the Lingshu Palace, Xi Hao." ”

Yin Fan groaned and said, "What kind of cultivation is Xi Hao currently doing?"

Yu Zi's face flushed, clasped his face with his index finger, and sneered: "The eighth level of the Spirit Breaking Mirror...... Ah, by the way, Uncle Junior, your opponent in the afternoon competition is Ran Baishan of the Lingwu Palace, right?"

Yin Fan was stunned, came back to his senses from what he thought just now, and said, "It's her, what's wrong?"

Yu Sang next to him said: "Ran Baishan, she has a very good relationship with Wu Ma Zixuan, and she has just entered the realm of returning to ruins in the spring of this year, although she is not good at fighting, but the thunder spell she majored in is extremely jealous even for Yun Li, little uncle, you have to be very careful." ”

Just stepped into the realm of returning to ruins? Good at lightning spells?

A smile appeared on the corner of Yin Fan's mouth, and he said, "Thank you two for the reminder." ”

Yu Zi Yu Sang smiled and said, "No thanks, no thanks, as long as Uncle Xiao doesn't pursue our misunderstanding." Then we'll take our leave. ”

Yin Fan nodded and saluted them. After the two left, Yin Fan looked at the sun, the time was still early, and there were still a few hours before the competition with Ran Baishan in the afternoon. As he walked towards the Forgotten Sorrow House, he raised his right hand and looked at the exquisite light blue jade ring on his thumb, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, I met a person who had just entered the realm of returning to the ruins, and he used a thunder spell. Otherwise, the things you have carefully prepared will be used up in advance.

But I don't know if after this competition, will I be able to meet Yunli as I wish?

Yin Fan silently said in his heart, "I hope."

As the palace test progressed, every subsequent competition would only become more and more difficult, and if it wasn't Yunli after defeating Ran Baishan, there would be no way.

Yin Fan suddenly stopped and looked back at the six competition platforms. Under the dazzling sunlight, there were nearly 2,000 disciples gathered in front of each platform, and on the platform, you could see people flying one after another, spells and spells, and they were striving for a better one.

He shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his face, and continued his way towards the House of Forgotten Sorrows.