In the Dantian world, the rotating planet is still, but it is constantly accumulating spiritual power, nourishing the earth, demonic spirit trees, mountains, rivers, breezes and clouds and mists. At some point, there has been no movement for a long time. The spiritual baby, who has almost lost contact with Zhou Hao's body, suddenly felt a hint of throbbing in the earth.

boom……

A magnificent loud noise resounded throughout the Dantian world. An invisible beam of light rushed straight from the Dantian to the Zi Mansion, as if it had opened the bridge of heaven and earth. The soul of the Purple Mansion and the Dantian planet were connected by invisible light. In the Purple Mansion, the huge body of the soul suddenly activated, and the ten fingers of the palms flashed continuously. The complex runes came out like swimming fish. The illusion forest that was about to collapse seemed to be summoned and gathered and changed again.

On the earth, Wutu Ling Xuanwu roared to the sky with a hint of joy. The demon spirit tree swayed without wind, swaying its body, and rustled with leaves, making cheerful laughs. Even the flames in the void burst out with high and clear long sounds. In an instant, the entire Dantian shrank and the world was as lively as if there was life.

Unfortunately, this process was extremely short and fleeting, and there was no time to experience it. All the abnormalities disappeared without a trace. Zhou Hao didn't even have the chance to find out where the spiritual baby was.

But there are traces of changes after all. Among the low tundra hills, around the Demon Spirit Tree, a illusory forest is scattered with the Demon Spirit Tree as the center. Although it is not big, only a thousand feet in a circle, if someone is in it, he may not be able to discover the authenticity in the first half.

The remaining arena was completely completed without Zhou Hao's soul. The sentencing monk was very bitter. He was a monk with a foundation-building level and did not even have a decent magic weapon. He arranged for the person who came up to promise that he would go on stage and give himself a medium-grade spiritual weapon. Then he was reluctant to come up to fight a monster for the sake of the medium-grade spiritual weapon.

As a result, a trace of aura that was accidentally radiated from Zhou Hao's soul was so scared that he was timid before the fight. He intuition screamed and shot a spell, and then ran away, causing a burst of laughter.

How Zhou Hao wins is a mystery in the minds of many interested cultivators, which is puzzling. These include the old Taoist Tianji, the lord of Xuanji City Hao Yan, and others. He Wuyou, who is close to Zhou Hao, is also confused. When Zhou Hao appears under the ring again, the eyes of the two made Zhou Hao feel very uncomfortable.

"I said Yun Lei, that brother Yun, what's going on with you?" He Wuyou pestered Zhou Hao and asked what was going on in the ring before.

"Hmph! Don't worry about me for now. You think you are going to compete for a place in Tianyan Sect. Why, are you planning to go to the ring again tomorrow?" Zhou Hao changed the subject, Huang Zhonglu naturally would not go to the ring. His age had long lost his chance. He Wuyou has been living a life of a few days except for the initial battles. Zhou Hao still has a good impression of this eerie guy who has some plans, so he would not have missed his business in vain.

"Oh, look at my memory." He Wuyou jumped up immediately, and he jumped onto the ring in a hurry. With his unrestrained temperament, he didn't care about any rules at all. And under normal circumstances, the monk guarding the Jindan would not stop someone looking for a beating.

Unless there are more than two cultivators who take action, generally those who dare to fight with one or two will give a little face. Only Zhou Hao has caused cumbersome rules because he offended too much.

Zhou Hao smiled bitterly and watched He Wuyou jump onto the ring. The two foundation-building monks who were fighting were no matter who they were. After five days of fighting, everyone had already known the rules. Almost the moment when He Wuyou appeared, the two monks who were fighting almost turned their guns and rushed straight to He Wuyou.

"Oh my god!" He Wuyou screamed strangely, facing the two attacks sweeping in, and rushed forward without hesitation. At some point, a layer of light flashed around his body, as if there was a bubble formed by soft and tough cream, sticking to his body. There was a cold spiritual sword in his hand, and the bloodthirsty and evil aura made the whole person look completely different.

Even if the two foundation-building monks were incompetent, they should not be underestimated. Seeing He Wuyou silly hit him, he looked overjoyed and his attack increased his strength again. He would definitely beat this kid so hard that his parents didn't recognize him, and he would regret it and make him mess around.

Zhou Hao's eyes stared at He Wuyou's actions in a moment. Others didn't know, but he knew the background of Mr. Zhou. If he was so stupid, why would he be the successor of the Sword Master?

With his staggering steps, he looked at his panicked hands and feet, and as the attack was about to come, the Feng Xie Sword was in front, and his body, which was almost parallel to the ground, rushed forward like a swimming fish, and his legs were off the ground, as if he was passing through the attack of two foundation-building monks.

"Okay!" Zhou Hao hit the chair handle violently.

"Wow, young master is also a god. Come on, young master! Come on!" The female cultivator beside him did not forget to encourage He Wuyou, and the crisp and gentle cheer sounded instantly.

"Oh! Not good."

Unfortunately, the two of them discovered it too late. In addition, in order to beat the dog in the water, they both thought they were sure to win and gave up their defense. They both wanted to see the result with one blow, and the rush was difficult to stop, and the empty door was exposed.

He Wuyou appeared between two foundation-building monks with intention and thoughtlessness. Feng Xie Jian was rude and rushed to the left and right.

"Pai..." Two crisp sounds.

"Ah! Ah!" With a miserable scream, the two monks flew out directly.

"Puff! Puff!" Hao Xuan didn't smash his head directly, but his cheeks were red and swollen from the left and right, and even his teeth were spitting out. Even his gums were covered with blood. The severe pain didn't even dare to open his mouth to curse.

He Wuyou leisurely used Feng Xie Sword to pull a sword flower. The sword blade flashed coldly and said loudly: "Tsk tsk, what a good pair of teeth is so bright, how painful! But to be honest, you two are too weak too! Do you know what the name of that move just now? Tell you, that move is called Yanzi Sanchaoshui. What a pity! You are too weak to even hold up the gesture."

This arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant are so cheap. Not bad. It would be fine if He Wuyou won, but he even laughed at the two defeated monks.

There may not be many other things in this seven-star martial arts arena, but there is absolutely no shortage of monks. Who has no friends and old friends? The two monks who were directly disfigured were not like Xiang Zhou Hao, who traveled hundreds of thousands of miles to get here. Instead, many relatives and friends were under the ring.

He Wuyou's arrogance immediately angered many monks, and many more directly launched condemnations. Zhou Hao frowned when he looked from a distance, but he didn't worry about this guy being at a loss. With He Wuyou's ability and treacherousness, how could he be in danger? Huang Zhonglu deliberately shouted.

"Shameless, the bastard has to go up to level three, and teach this kid a lesson. He has cheated me a lot of spirit stones!"

Sure enough, a monk immediately shouted, "Yes, this kid deliberately made a bachelor's house, but he deliberately misled us and asked us to pay for it. Beat him, get out, stinky brat."

Some people are not afraid of big troubles, some are laughing and joking, and some are indignant to teach the boy a lesson. In short, there are few people who are calm. Zhou Hao is in the audience and is speechless about He Wuyou's temperament, but he also admires his nonsensical style.

A person with strength and background does not have to promote his own background everywhere, or how powerful it is, it will naturally appear exaggerated, and others may not recognize or fear you from the bottom of their hearts. However, He Wuyou has a style. The environment of the arena, and the realization that it is now, it is a existence that deliberately hides the background, and it is impossible to stand on the arena to brag. As for strength, fighting against the Jindan with Zhou Hao is enough to prove that he is deliberately clamoring at this moment, and the reason is naturally to take advantage of the situation.

There are tens of millions of monks in the audience, and not many are qualified to go to the arena, but there are also many. If it were normal, they might evaluate their own strength before making plans. But at the same time, with the indignation of many people, they were already a little resentful or young and energetic, and someone would soon take the stage to challenge.

He Wuyou smiled all over his eyes, but to others, he was just ridiculing and sarcastic, so he became even more angry. He only seemed insulted when he even reported his name. The battle seemed very fierce, but the ending was already destined. He Wuyou completely aroused the anger of countless monks, and monks kept rushing to deliver vegetables with a fever.

Yes, just delivering food. For him who mastered the Sword Sutra, except for a few who had not completed the competition, most of the remaining monks who had not completed the competition were cultivators of the same level. They could only be considered mid-level among the same level, and there was no pressure on him. Until he was injured or kicked away ten monks in one breath, the monks in the audience gradually calmed down.

The guardian Jindan next to him looked at He Wuyou, who was arrogant and arrogant, and regardless of whether he wanted to do so or not, he kicked him down the ring, who was still clamoring.

Of course, he just gave him a light kick unexpectedly, asking him to give up the ring and not affect other monks' competitions. In fact, He Wuyou was also very tired. Even though he was powerful enough, his spiritual power was limited. In order to show his strength, he was all in every battle. Not only was the use of sword skills, but he also combined his energy and spirit. The consumption of spiritual power was naturally quite large. At this time, he almost reached the limit of his body's endurance, so he was kicked together.

"Oh! Help!"

He Wuyou, dancing with his hands, faced the ground, waved his limbs and flew under the ring. Zhou Hao wanted to laugh, but he didn't rush to do it. The female cultivator who was cheering and cheering was reluctant to let this guy fall out, and rushed out, reaching out to pick him up, but Huang Zhonglu, who was watching the fun while watching the fun, was shocked because He Wuyou showed his might and won consecutive victories.

He came back with a warm and fragrant jade on both sides and left. He Wuyou didn't care about breathing, so he frowned and said.

"How is it? How is it? Brother Yun thinks what the younger brother is doing? Hehe! I'll just say it! With my skills, I will definitely sweep the thousands of troops like Brother Yun, and will be invincible."
Chapter completed!