No fear in a thousand battles!

That domineering aura is impressive and he is worthy of being a handsome boy.

Yuan Lang's eyes were slightly red. He had witnessed the bloody scene of Yun Yi killing the man in the black in the Yanghou Mansion in the valley with his own eyes, and could more understand Yun Yi's mood transformation. He could imagine that the Yun family was hit by this rich young master. Now that he stepped on this battle stage, no matter how cruel the test was, Yun Yi would not retreat at all.

"General, how do you arrange the combat personnel?"

Yuan Lang asked.

"Yuan Lang, you go to the soldiers to select personnel, thirty-three spirit realms, thirty-three spirit realms, and thirty-three spirit realms, and thirty-three spirit realms, and seventh level of spirit realms."

Qian Luofeng said.

When Yuan Lang heard about the thirty-three seventh-level Kai Ling Realm, his palms began to sweat. He was a master of the Yun family army. He was not comparable to those of the Yanghou Mansion. Yun Yi was able to kill the black-clothed captain of the Yanghou Mansion, but he might not be able to fight against the Yun family army of the seventh-level Kai Ling Realm that had been through many battles.

What's more, there are thirty-three masters of the seventh level of the Spirit Realm.

wrong!

Yuan Lang's expression suddenly shook because he suddenly realized that Qian Luofeng said that there were only ninety-nine people, and one was still missing to get together to win the coach in a hundred battles.

Could it be?

"General, no way."

Yuan Lang already knew Qianluofeng’s intention, and this time, he really scared Yuan Lang.

"Yuan Kui, you are the last one in a hundred battles, the finale."

Qianluofeng ignored Yuan Lang and looked at a strong man not far away.

"General."

Yuan Lang and Yuan Kui changed their faces at the same time and looked at Qianluofeng with a begging gaze.

Yuan Lang and Yuan Kui are brothers, one is the ninth level of the Spirit Realm and the other is the eighth level of the Spirit Realm.

Qianluo Peak let Yuan Kui, a master of the eighth level of the Spirit Realm, fight. This makes Yun Yi pass the assessment of winning the general in a hundred battles. This is simply impossible. You must know that Yun Yi has only opened the fifth level of the Spirit Realm.

"I know it in my heart."

Qian Luofeng raised his hand and signaled that the two of them no longer need to say: "Sometimes, it always takes some pressure."

Yuan Lang sighed. How could he not understand Qian Luofeng’s intention? He wanted Yun Yi to grow up as soon as possible, so he wanted to use strong pressure to stimulate Yun Yi’s potential and to let Yun Yi continue to grow rapidly in adversity.

However, can Yun Yi really persevere in such a difficult and cruel battle to win the coach?

In the hearts of countless soldiers, it is the same whether Yuan Kui takes action or not. Yun Yi may not be able to fight against Yuan Kui.

"I'll go arrange it."

Yuan Lang said that he is a forward general and is most clear about the strength of the soldiers below. Yuan Lang is the most suitable for how to choose the players to play.

Soon, the hundreds of warriors were selected by Yuan Lang. According to Qianluo Peak's requirements, there were thirty-three fifth-level spiritual realm heavens, thirty-three sixth-level spiritual realm heavens, thirty-three seventh-level spiritual realm heavens, and finally Yuan Kui, who was the eighth-level spiritual realm heaven, pressed the formation.

One hundred lively soldiers stood in four directions, and the other soldiers stood a few feet away from the battlefield, looking at the battlefield with different eyes.

"General Blood Clothing has good intentions and wants to use this to win the commander's command in hundreds of battles to train the young marshals. However, with such a lineup, the young marshals cannot hold on at all."

"Yes, the rules of a hundred battles are too harsh. Who can stand it after a hundred battles?"

"I don't know how many battles the young marshal can hold on."

...

Many people shook their heads, and almost no one thought that Yun Yi could truly succeed, which was simply an impossible test.

"Let's get started."

Qian Luofeng said loudly.

A strong man in armor jumped and jumped directly onto the battlefield. He was extremely majestic and had a beard on his face. He looked like a barbaric power type.

"Young Marshal, I heard that you can kill the seventh level of the Spirit Realm, let Wang He see the young marshal's ability."

The strong man was named Wang He. He hugged Yun Yi and then the thick golden spiritual power burst out from his body, causing a gust of wind and waves.

Although Wang He is in the fifth level of the Spirit Realm, he has a metal spirit body and rich combat experience, so his combat power is naturally extraordinary.

Of course, Wang He's golden spirit body and Yun Yi's innate Taoist body are simply incomparable.

Dong!

Wang He moved, and he stepped on the ground with a dull sound, and the entire battle platform kept shaking.

Afterwards, Wang He punched Yun Yi with a thunderous force.

His fist was covered with golden spiritual power, which was extremely sharp. This punch had already used all its strength.

First of all, Yun Yi has the combat power to kill the masters of the seventh level of the Spirit Realm. Even though many people did not see it with their own eyes and expressed their doubts, they did not dare to neglect the slightest.

Secondly, as soldiers in the army, they are extremely important to watch the battle station. When they go to the battle station, they themselves represent a kind of glory.

In their hearts, the battle platform is noble, and fighting with all your might on the battle platform is a kind of respect.

At this time, in their eyes, Yun Yi was no longer the young marshal, but just the opponent, the target of the battle.

“Good come.”

Yun Yi's eyes lit up, and as soon as Wang He took action, he could see that the strength of the Yun family soldiers was not comparable to that of the same level as the Yanghou Mansion.

But in Yun Yi's eyes, Wang He was still too weak.

Wang He's fist approached in the blink of an eye, and Yun Yi also punched out, and the two fists collided heavily.

Bang!

The fist hit a ironclad sound. Under the gaze of countless eyes, Wang He was blown away by Yun Yi and knocked down from the platform.

Dingdengdeng...

After falling off the battlefield, Wang He still couldn't control his body. Under Yun Yi's strong impact, he retreated to the crowd behind before being supported by the people behind.

Looking at Yun Yi again, he still maintained his punching posture, not moving at all.

With one punch, Wang He lost!

Wang He's arm was completely numb and kept trembling. He walked forward a few steps and bowed to Yun Yi on the battlefield: "Thank you, Young Marshal, for showing mercy."

Wang He was experienced and experienced, so he could naturally feel that Yun Yi showed mercy in the previous battle, otherwise his arm would have been completely ruined.

At this moment, everyone's eyes at Yun Yi changed drastically. After all, hearing and seeing with their own eyes are two different feelings.

Yun Yi defeated Wang He with one punch alone, which was enough to show his genius.

“Ten.”

Qian Luofeng said loudly.

Hurry!

All ten masters from the fifth level of the Spirit Realm jumped onto the battle stage and surrounded Yun Yi. Each of them looked at Yun Yi without any contempt. They knew that the young man in front of them was no longer the waste of the imperial capital, and had become the real pride of heaven.

boom……

Ten people released their momentum and spiritual power, and there were spiritual bodies of various attributes, such as gold spirits, earth spirits, and water spirits...

The spiritual power of different colors makes the entire battle platform become gorgeous.

war!
Chapter completed!