Chapter 261: Jiuyou Valley·High-level opening

"snort."

With Wushuang's cold snorting, everyone felt a sense of coldness and pressure that penetrated their bones, and couldn't help but fight a cold war, even these monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage were no exception.

Judging from the aura and pressure emitted by the man in white in front of him, it seems that he has surpassed the low-level category...

There was a downward look in his eyes.

Several Foundation Establishment Cultivators present were secretly shocked, and most of them did not know the origin of Wushuang.

Hu Fei stared at the man in white, couldn't help but rub his fists and said excitedly: "Wushuang, you came too timely. I miss you so much. When this sea of ​​blood comes out, we will fight again. How about it?"

Wushuang? This man in white is Wushuang, it’s really terrible!

Blood Demon Lao Wu and Blood Demon Lao Qi looked at each other. As early as the time of the Colorful Castle, they got a news from Shi Qianhan: a person who is even more terrifying than the three rookies of Yuyang Country.

At this moment, when they really saw Wushuang, they were even more shocked by his invisible pressure.

"No." Wushuang shook his head and said lightly: "You are too far from me..."

"What! How dare you look down on me!" Hu Fei was angry and grinned, and even had a tendency to go violently immediately.

Wushuang's attitude really hurts people's self-esteem, and what he said is so direct.

"I couldn't win at the beginning because my cultivation level was too low. Now I have entered the foundation-building stage and I must find the last time I got back."

Hu Fei flew directly to Wushuang, put his hands on his hips, looking arrogant and domineering.

"You really want to fight?" Wushuang showed a deep thought.

"Yes." Hu Fei nodded repeatedly.

"It's now?" Wushuang's mouth pursed slightly, looked at the endless sea of ​​blood around him, and the continuous evil spirits attacked here.

"Now, who is afraid of whom?"

Hu Fei said without hesitation.

"No." A voice suddenly penetrated.

It was Yang Fan who spoke.

"Why?" Hu Fei asked in confusion.

"The blood-colored ghosts here are endless. If you delay for a moment, the sea of ​​blood will be submerged by a hundred feet. Then you will be buried in the sea of ​​blood."

Yang Fan said urgently.

At this moment, blood-colored ghosts rushed over, but the remaining monks on the field were real elites, and it was not too difficult to unite together.

"This..." Hu Fei also realized the danger, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and suggested to Wushuang: "It's better to do this. It's not too late to fight again after we enter Jiuyou Valley."

"If you want to fight, fight now. If you can't even deal with this little trouble, you are not qualified to fight with me?"

Wushuang said with a little disdain.

"What! Do you dare to stay here for a long time?" Hu Fei looked disbelief.

"What's wrong?"

Wushuang smiled faintly.

Swish!

A white figure flashed, and he flew towards the sky without using any external objects, and was incredibly fast.

call out!

In a moment, he flew to a height of one hundred feet above the ground.

His figure paused slightly, and the next moment, he flew up dozens of feet high again.

"What!"

The monks were stunned. Wushuang could actually get rid of the constraints of a hundred feet high.

How is this possible?

Several Foundation Establishment Cultivators present were shocked.

Thinking of the terrifying pressure before, several Foundation Establishment Cultivators suddenly had a guess in their minds: Could it be that the Wushuang in front of them had already entered the advanced level...

However, high-level cultivators cannot enter the Nine Netherworld Secret Realm at all. This is an iron law.

"Haha, if you can do this, you will be qualified to fight me."

Wushuang fell from the sky again, and looked at Yang Fan intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was demonstrating.

Yang Fan said unsaltly: "The height you can reach must have certain restrictions, and this sea of ​​blood may not exceed a height of one hundred feet."

"Is that true?" Wushuang stared at the blood wave below, "Are you talking about this sea of ​​blood?"

After saying that, his body suddenly fell down.

What! He wants to jump down?

Is this man crazy?

He jumped down from the sea of ​​blood that others could not hide. What is the difference between this and seeking death?

thump!

Wushuang fell into the sea of ​​blood, causing ripples.

Immediately, there was a silence around.

After waiting for a while, everyone worked together to kill the continuous blood-colored ghosts, and were also a little curious.

"Hahaha...that idiot really jumped into the sea of ​​blood!"

Several monks couldn't help laughing, looking sarcastic.

However, the next moment, the smile on his face froze...

Bang!

A white figure broke through the blood wave and floated in mid-air.

Carrying a sword, white clothes are better than snow, and are spotless.

Not only did he not die, he also had no trace of his body.

"Sea of ​​Blood?" Wushuang said calmly: "A little trick of eagle."

"You...how did you do it?" Hu Fei couldn't help but be stunned.

"This is the gap, so I won't fight you." Wushuang said in a summary: "However, you have great potential and may not not have a chance to fight with me in the future."

"High-level..." Yang Fan took a deep breath, vented two shocking words, and asked, "How did you do it?"

Advanced!!!

The monks on the field were extremely shocked and the guess became a fact.

"Hahaha... I am worthy of being my opponent, I can actually conclude that I have entered the advanced level."

Wushuang smiled and his white clothes were automatically worn without wind.

Suddenly, a powerful aura that looked down at the common people and was on the rise above countless low-level ants, breaking through the clouds, causing a sea of ​​blood to surge around.

Under such a powerful pressure, the blood-colored ghosts that were originally fierce and continuous were frightened and fled.

Really advanced!

All the monks on the field, except Yang Fan and Hu Fei, showed a look of awe and looking up.

Below the higher level, there are all ants!

No wonder Wushuang is so arrogant, no wonder he can break through a hundred feet high, and even enter the sea of ​​blood and be safe and sound.

All of this, in the final analysis, is just because of two words - advanced.

"Hu Fei, come back..." Yang Fan sighed softly and called Hu Fei back.

Hu Fei clenched his hands tightly, trembling constantly, with a look of unwillingness and depression.

"You usually like to be idle, but now your cultivation is so far from others. When you reach the advanced level in the future, you will find your place again."

Yang Fan whispered to him.

Hu Fei looked dejected.

"Wushuang, you haven't told us how you did it?" A trace of curiosity flashed in Yang Fan's eyes.

"you guess."

Wushuang smiled, but his attitude towards Yang Fan was completely different from that of others.

Yuwen Rou was right next to Yang Fan and also noticed the abnormality.

When Wushuang was scanning the other Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the field, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes and a sense of looking down, and his eyes were like looking at an ant.

Only when I look at Yang Fan, my eyes are peaceful, and I am talking to someone equally.
To be continued...