Chen Yun's gaze passed through the pond full of duckweed, landed on the burly figure of Hei Yu, and after a little thought, he flew up and flew towards the small pavilion where Hei Yu was.

When Chen Yun fell into the small pavilion in the middle of the extremely delicate and small pond, the black rain also turned around and looked at Chen Yun with bright eyes.

"Senior Brother Chen Yun, you have really made great progress over the years, although the image of you carrying a medicinal herb basket back then is still in my heart, but after looking at your fighting method yesterday, I can hardly overlap with you in front of me!" Hei Yu said in a deep voice, his tone earnest.

"Cultivation is sailing against the current, the more you go to the back, the more difficult it is, but the front is relatively easy, although the junior brother has made some progress in the past 20 years, what can it be!"

Although Chen Yun didn't have much contact with this Black Rain Senior Brother, Chen Yun always remembered what Mu Yuchen said to him.

"Tomorrow I will fight with you with all my might, and without reservation, junior brother, you must have the confidence to win me, and I won't tell you, I hope that junior brother Chen Yun can win me!" When Hei Yu spoke, Fang Zheng's resolute face showed a hint of an expression that Chen Yun couldn't grasp.

"Why is this, Senior Brother Heiyu, you actually want me to win?"

"All I did was just for Senior Sister Gongsun, if we hadn't met it in advance, I would have tried my best to get second in the group, and then even if I was seriously injured, I would have to injure the Colorful Early Monk Zong Sang in this group, so that Senior Sister Gongsun would have a chance to enter the top five, this opportunity may be very important to her!"

"But why does Senior Brother Heiyu want to win it?" Chen Yun asked.

"Because I know Zong Sang, this person is another Zhou Han, who is outstanding in both his cultivation qualifications and wit, and I know that I can't win against him. I don't have confidence in whether I can hurt him, so I hope you can win me, I hope there is a stronger opponent who can hurt him, as long as I can do something for Senior Sister Gongsun, I am willing to do anything!" Although there is a trace of loneliness in the tone, it also seems to contain a kind of attachment that cannot be released.

When Chen Yun left the 'Wind and Rain Pavilion', it was estimated that he would never forget the blazing gaze of the black rain in his life!

Falling in love with someone is sometimes a force that inspires that person to do anything that seems crazy, anything incredible!

Chen Yun knew that Heiyu was like Mu Yuchen had said to him before. Maybe you really have to be obsessed with it for a lifetime!

But in my heart, didn't I have momentary memories when I went crazy, and that inner memory that seems to be indelible? Could it be that I am the next black rain?

Chen Yun couldn't help but think to himself in the verandah back to 'Zhuzhai'.

Chen Yun also knew that even Black Rain hoped that he could win him. But he will definitely go all out when it comes to real fighting, because a person like Hei Yu should be a person with a great sense of honor, and he would even more like to see a real opponent appear in front of the powerful Zongsang!

If Chen Yun doesn't have this qualification, then let him come by himself!

Chen Yun returned to 'Zhuzhai', sat on the bamboo chair and thought for a long time, Mu Yuchen gave him the jade slip only without the information of Black Rain, and saw the fighting method of Black Rain in front of him. found that he won easily, and his strength was not much revealed.

And Chen Yun knew that the current black rain was no longer the black rain he encountered in Baicang Mountain ten years ago.

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The dawn of the morning once again fell on Taiyi Peak. The projection of the towering 'Anchovy Stone' on the bluestone ground, like a huge pointer, faithfully and solemnly informs Taiyi Disciple that a new day is coming!

And this day will be even more brutal!

Strength and luck are intertwined, there is strength and no luck, and they will also say goodbye with tears and regrets!

And just by luck. Hope is even slimmer!

Under the No. 4 fighting ring, Chen Yun and Chen Zhiyu, as well as Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu, are neither too early nor too late. However, there were only a lot more disciples near the stands under the ring than yesterday.

Although many people have lost the opportunity to advance, they still cherish this opportunity to watch. This kind of opportunity is rare, because there are monks with various spiritual root attributes in the fighting method, and all kinds of unexpected spells are even more eye-opening!

After there were only seven disciples left in the Geng group, Chen Yun and Heiyu's fighting method was arranged for the second session in the morning!

And the first battle was a duel between Zongsang, the only seven-colored early monk in the Geng group, and a monk named Yuan Zhi from the Xuanxin Dojo.

This Yuan Zhi Chen Yun learned through Mu Yuchen's jade slip that he was a spiritual root monk who had cultivated at the peak of the Eight Desolations, and he was a spiritual root monk with a very powerful attack power.

Chen Yun is actually looking forward to this fight, because it is very meaningful for himself, of course, if he can get through the difficulty of black rain.

When Yuan Zhi, who had a good demeanor and a reddish complexion, and this Zong Sang soared rapidly in the No. 4 ring, the fighting methods of strong confrontation in the rest of the ring also began one after another.

Chen Yun and Zhang Wen sat on the stone bench about half a zhang apart from each other, and after Chen Yun's introduction, several people were also interested in Zong Sang, who had a somewhat dark face and a strong figure in the ring.

According to Mu Yuchen's introduction, this Sang has two extremely proficient Ming-level eighth-level magic weapons 'Twin Dragon Sword' and 'Roaring Tiger Shield', and the spells I am relatively good at are 'Blood Thorn Technique' and 'Violent Sword Technique'.

And that 'Blood Thorn Technique' was the most peculiar, but so far, Chen Yun had never seen this Zong Sang cast it, because all his opponents in front of him were not qualified to let him cast this spell at all!

And that Yuan Zhi is good at fire spells, among which the 'fire snake technique' is extremely proficient, it is said that the highest level of this spell is to turn a snake into a Jiao, and at the same time, a 'Ziyang Red Fire Sword' is also extremely powerful, belonging to the ninth-level magic weapon of the Ming Rank, in terms of magic weapons, this Yuan Zhi is even better than Zong Sang.

Under the watchful eye of the disciples in the audience, after saluting each other slightly, the two launched a tentative attack on each other, and then quickly devoted themselves to the fighting method, and their strength also improved more and more over time.

Chen Yun and the other disciples watching under the ring, as the fighting method became white-hot, they finally saw the real strong showdown since the Geng Group fighting method.

In the process of fighting, this Zong Sang has always used a four-foot long sword that exudes pale gold, and at the same time, he will occasionally urge a simple shield engraved with a tiger's head to protect himself, between attack and defense. Advance and retreat freely, without leakage!

And the relatively tall Yuan Zhiren, as his name suggests, has quite mellow wisdom, and he is not dominated by a fierce fighting style like the rest of the Xuanxin Dojo disciples, even if it is a spiritual root cultivator.

His fighting style is to attack instead of defending. It is estimated that he also knows that the other party is a monk in the early stage of Colorful Colors, so he is slightly inferior to the opponent in terms of the speed and attack power of the flying sword, as well as the movement speed of the body, so he uses his own relative restraint to restrain the opponent's fire spell and the 'Ziyang Red Fire Sword', which is stronger than the opponent's 'Twin Dragon Sword', to launch continuous attacks, in order to win with the advantage of the scene before the end of the fight.

Yuan Zhi's fighting strategy is thought to have been fully considered in advance, that is, he must not let the opponent be in a clear overwhelming advantage in the fighting method. Because the head of the Xuanxin Dojo, Temu Zhenren, must have told him that the greatest supernatural power of the Colorful Monk compared to the Eight Desolation Monks is the 'Essence and Yuan Mutual Transformation', and he maintains a vitality far higher than that of the Eight Desolations in terms of vitality, and once he is suppressed by the opponent's high-intensity attack, there is no possibility of turning over at all. Therefore, for him, he must strike first and give full play to his fighting characteristics.

Yuan Zhi's 'Fire Snake Technique' can shoot out four to five five five or six feet long and meandering like a living red flying snake in the ring with each wave of attacks, this fire snake is basically used as a one-time magic weapon attack, but the pattern of each attack is different, or gathered or scattered, the flying snake swims rapidly in the air, once it hits the opponent, it is estimated that it will immediately cause a raging fire. Devour your opponent.

At the same time, the 'Purple Sun Red Fire Sword', which was mainly controlled by its spiritual sense, had a feeling of momentum like a rainbow in the attacking place, drawing various arc-shaped fiery red trajectories in the air in the ring. Blind!

The two of them went up and down in the ring, one would fly and the other would fall in the ring, the fight was simply sparkling, extremely vigorous, and the disciples in the audience were even more excited!

If the situation of the fighting method goes exactly according to Yuan Zhi's expectations, maybe he really has any hope of winning. But after Chen Yun saw the two of them fighting about a pillar of incense in the audience, his brows frowned slightly. Because he found that Zong Sang's performance was very abnormal, or that Zong Sang was deliberately slowing down. He even deliberately slowed down his movement speed and flying sword's attack speed to the same level as Yuan Zhi in his fight with Yuan Zhi.

"What does this Zong Sang mean, doesn't he want to win?" Chen Yun couldn't help but muttered to himself in his heart.

Because when Zong Sang took the initiative to reduce the strength of his attack and suppressed his overall strength at the peak of the Eight Desolations, his metallic characteristics happened to be restrained by Yuan Zhi's fire attribute spells and magic weapons, if he fought like this for a long time, he still didn't have any advantage on the scene.

After the two of them continued to fight in the ring, although Yuan Zhi's attack still maintained its strength, it weakened slightly, while Na Zongsang seemed to have no change at all, always maintaining a stable attack intensity, and at the same time, he gradually began to be equal to Yuan Zhi on the scene.

"Senior Brother Chen Yun, this Zong Sang doesn't seem to be a very strong Seven-Colored Early Stage Cultivator, how can he still be evenly matched with the Peak Eight Desolation Cultivators?" Chen Zhiyu, who was sitting not far from Chen Yun, asked with a little surprise.

"This person is really strange, he is not in a hurry to win at the back of the group fight, maybe he has his own plans in his heart!" Chen Yun actually had a vague feeling in his heart, that is, this Zong Sang might also be a fighting strategy designed by him in advance, just like Yuan Zhi, he would never enter the ring without thinking about it.

When Chen Yun and Chen Zhiyu were talking, suddenly there was a change in the No. 4 fighting method ring, after nearly half an hour of fighting method, Yuan Zhi's vitality consumption was very large, this kind of large-intensity consumption was very difficult for him who did not have the 'essence and yuan transfer' supernatural power, and it was even more unsustainable.

Originally, he could last, but Zong Sang gave him a little

With a sigh of relief, he had the confidence to hold on to the next half an hour, but unfortunately, Zong Sang opposite him had been suppressing him with an unhurried appearance and a high-intensity attack, and this intensity was precisely Yuan Zhi's strongest attack state.

Yuan Zhi couldn't achieve the strongest attack state that lasted for more than half an hour, and Yuan Zhi in the ring, whether it was his spiritual sense or meridians, had a hot feeling at this time, a sense of collapse that could not be supported, permeating Yuan Zhi's spiritual sense, and there was a strange feeling in his heart that he would fall down at any time.

Yuan Zhi was like a fish that had been stuffed in the water and wanted to come out to breathe, and just when he was soaring and dodging hope to breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred, and the moment the fire snake he shot was destroyed, Yuan Zhi had just opened up less than five zhang away from Zong Sang, and he felt a sudden sharp pain in his spiritual sense.

The momentary relaxation of the spirit after the distance made the sharp pain in the spiritual consciousness and head even more intense.

In the exclamations of nearly two hundred disciples under the ring, Yuan Zhi, who had originally flown away from the ring and was about two zhang high in the air, actually fell under the ring with a slight struggle in an uncontrolled flight mode.

And the disciples under the ring, after Yuan Zhi fell under the ring with a 'bang', he saw Yuan Zhi, who had always been calm and calm, actually writhing desperately on the bluestone ground, as if there was a kind of pain that was difficult to speak, making him unable to control his hands and feet.

At this time, Zong Sang in the ring glanced at Yuan Zhi on the bluestone ground under the ring with a calm face, and without saying a word, he quickly flew towards the bottom of the ring.

Zong Sang flew towards the vicinity of the stone bench area under the ring, his eyes quickly swept over Chen Yun and the other remaining Doufa disciples, with an indescribable pride in his knife-like gaze!

Warning or is it also a deterrent!?

Perhaps in Zong Sang's opinion, the painful and distorted tragic state of Yuan Zhi's group body is the best way to express his intentions!

Looking at Zong Sang's knife-like gaze when he flew back to the stone bench in the stands, Chen Yun probably understood the purpose of this Zong Sang's doing!

This is a soldier who surrenders without a fight, because Zong Sang attaches the most importance to the battle with Gongsun Luyi after entering the top ten, in the case of so many peak monks of the Eight Desolation Realm in this group, if everyone goes all out with him to fight the Fa, it is not ruled out that he will also be injured, so he must first stand up and let all the remaining monks honestly fight for the second place, and lose the fighting spirit to win when he meets him, and honestly admit defeat!

When Chen Yun's heart rose slightly, there was a voice in his ears from Mingxin Zhenren reporting his name.

The battle with the Black Rain is inevitable and is about to begin!

Chen Yun, who was dressed in green, and Hei Yu, who was dressed in purple and red, each flew from the stone bench, and then flew up from the crowd and quickly landed on the fourth ring.

Looking at each other, the two nodded slightly in tacit understanding, and then each stepped back two or three feet away, widening the distance!

Even if you miss one person in this life, how can a monk who is determined to cultivate give up easily after fifty years of hard cultivation!

Even if Chen Yun is the person he trusts to entrust him with important tasks, he must pass his Black Rain level first!

"Senior Brother Chen Yun, please!" Hei Yu's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, his whole body exuding a high-spirited battle intent.

"Senior Brother Heiyu, please!" Chen Yun also responded loudly, although there was an indescribable emotion hidden in his eyes, but this was not the time to be emotional, and he also knew that Heiyu was a monk who had been cultivating for ten years at the peak of the Eight Desolations, and it was by no means comparable to an ordinary monk at the peak of the Eight Desolations.