"What...what's going on?"

"Then Lu Bin still doesn't look tired?"

Many people in the crowd just thought this scene was ridiculous.

Anyone who has been close to the ancient Lingyu tree knows how terrifying that pressure is.

At such a high altitude, even Yun Wuhen found it difficult to move.

But now, Anle's pace is still as steady as before, as if there is not much difference from before.

"Doesn't this mean... that he is stronger than Mr. Wuhen?"

Everyone couldn't help but have this idea.

But some people hold different opinions.

"Master Wuhen obviously still has some energy left!"

"I'm just recharging my energy and waiting for the opportunity to surpass in one fell swoop."

Chen Xiaoya has full confidence in Yun Wuhen.

"Moreover, Mr. Wuhen probably also has some sympathy for Lu Bin and doesn't want him to lose too badly."

People looked intently.

I found that although Yun Wuhen was temporarily defeated, his expression was still not impatient, and it was obvious that he was not really serious yet.

"I see."

"I have underestimated Mr. Wuhen's ambition."

"Let Lu Bin be arrogant for a while longer."

At this point, most people still don't think Yun Wuhen will lose and have blind confidence in him.

Because Yun Wuhen is different, he is recognized as the seed of immortality, a peerless genius destined to join the Taixu Palace, and a demonic figure cultivated by the Yun Tian Sect through the power of the clan.

Zhang Lang on the side murmured softly.

"If you can't compare, you can't compare. What excuses are there for you?"

He raised his head to look at Anle, a bit of envy and awe flashing in his eyes.

Fellow Daoist Lu is stronger than he expected!

Some are happy and some are sad.

Ma Zhengshan looked ugly and felt so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

He placed a heavy bet on the idea that "Lu Bin would be caught up in half an hour".

But now, all those spiritual stones are in vain.

"You can only rely on other gears to stop losses."

****

at the same time.

While Yun Wuhen was under tremendous pressure, he looked at Anle not far away, his face pretending to be calm.

He has always adhered to the style of losing and not losing.

Even if he is always overpowered, he will not show any displeasure on the surface.

At least you can't let others see the joke.

Rao is so.

After many failed attempts to catch up, Yun Wuhen could not help but feel a little impatient in his heart.

"This hasn't even reached his limit yet?"

"Or is he just pretending?"

Yun Wuhen opened his eyes wide and observed carefully.

Seeing Anle's brows furrow slightly, with a slightly troubled look on his face, he suddenly understood.

"really!"

"He's just like me, he's just pretending to be nonchalant."

"Okay, let's see who can keep his composure better."

****

"Oh, there is too much spiritual power."

Feeling the endless spiritual power in his body, Anle sighed in his heart.

"Really annoying!"

The spiritual pressure nearby was already heavier than the actual weight.

The spiritual energy was almost in the form of liquid droplets, constantly seeping into his body.

Originally, a large amount of spiritual power was undoubtedly a good thing.

But the key is, too much is never enough.

Now once peace and happiness begins to practice, they will flow into the body like a violent river.

Digestion is much slower than absorption.

Even the comfortable double Dantian cannot accommodate more spiritual power.

There was a feeling of fullness and bulging all over his body, as if he had been filled with spiritual power.

If we continue to learn from it, I am afraid that the situation in the deduction will be repeated.

But this time, no part of it can accommodate so much spiritual power.

But An Le is not willing to waste it like this.

That's why it's rare to feel a little bored.

He looked back at Yun Wuhen behind him and thought to himself.

"This Mr. Wuhen really has two brushes, and he can barely keep up."

"Then let you rest for a while."

At this moment, Anle had some omens of danger in his mind, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Look high above your head.

A wave of malice came from there.

Before he knew it, he was at the forefront of the first echelon of climbers.

There were only a few figures left above.

Compared with Anle and Yun Wuhen's "clouds are light and the wind is light".

The monks here are all clenching their teeth, covered in sweat, with bulging veins, and mobilize their spiritual power to resist this huge spiritual pressure.

Some people's expressions were so strained that they were distorted.

Finally climbed to the branch where the Dao Ling Fruit is located.

Then, unable to hold on any longer, his spiritual power dissipated.

Unable to hold himself up, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell from the tree.

His eyes were full of unwillingness.

"It's obviously just the last bit left!"

There are not many monks who fall like this before the finish line.

The pressure on the branches is stronger than the trunk of the jade tree.

It's the last hurdle.

Xiao Yanjun Chang Yan's journey forward seems particularly difficult.

The distance between her and Dao Lingguo seemed to be only a dozen meters, but it was like a natural chasm.

Every step you take must be done with all your strength.

Slow as a turtle crawls.

Chang Yan glanced at Anle and Yun Wuhen below him, feeling secretly resentful in his heart.

"If this continues, I will be caught up."

Although there are still three Dao Ling Fruits, the three fruits are located at different heights.

Chang Yan's one is at the bottom.

With her speed, it was only a matter of time before she was overtaken by these two people.
To be continued...