After taking a break and burning incense, the fourth wave of phantoms appeared. This time, Yan Ting faced another phantom. His height returned to its original appearance and was no longer as tall as the third wave. Yan Ting
I'm a little confused, what's going on with this assessment?
The phantom man has facial features, but he still has a blue body. He is exactly like a water man. He just has facial features. You can't tell what he looks like just by looking at his face.
Yan Ting took a step forward, not daring to be careless at all. Since this was the fourth wave, it meant that this phantom man was only stronger than the previous one.
Taking a long breath, Yan Ting burst out with awe-inspiring fighting spirit. If the opponent didn't have the physical advantage, he would give it a good fight.
A white figure rushed out of the space quickly, and with a deep shout, Yan Ting's fist came to the front of the phantom man. An extremely weird smile appeared on the corner of the phantom man's mouth, and his right hand shot out, colliding with Yan Ting's fist.
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The moment the punches and palms merged, Yan Ting's whole body trembled, and his arms felt a slight numbness. The next moment, his strength increased again, and a terrifying aura enveloped Huan Ren's body. He felt the power gushing out, Huan Ren
His eyes froze slightly, and his figure retreated violently.
Yan Ting chased after him and threw out a cyclone of vitality in his hand. Huanren retreated violently and flipped his body in the air at an incomprehensible speed. Then he stood firmly on the ground and punched the cyclone.
boom!
The cyclone dissipated, Yan Ting jumped up and kicked horizontally, Huan Ren blocked it with his right arm. This kick hit his right arm firmly, but Huan Ren did not move at all. Yan Ting's face changed slightly, and he was able to block his kick.
attack.
He turned his body and kicked Huan Ren's arm hard with his other foot, using the rebound force to keep him far away.
"It seems that you are better than the last one." With cold words, Yan Ting licked his lips, twisted his neck, and made a crisp sound. His left and right hands covered each other and were slightly bent. The firecracker-like sound of his finger bones contained Yan Ting's anger.
meaning.
The phantom man had a sneer on his face and cracked his phalanges with his fingers. The two were less than ten meters apart, like two wild beasts that could go berserk at any time.
Yan Ting's vitality exploded, his fists glowed with purple-blue light, and thunder and lightning appeared and disappeared.
call--
Like a strong wind blowing by, Yan Ting appeared in front of Huan Ren in an instant, and his hard fist slammed down. Huan Ren shot out his left arm diagonally, and collided with Yan Ting's fist, causing a slight fluctuation of vitality. Yan Ting's white clothes and black hair
They all floated backwards.
"No wonder I always feel that something is missing. It turns out that I didn't use my vitality in the first three waves, but so what?" Yan Ting grinned, slashed his palm from the sky, and blocked it with a blue arm.
Yan Ting's palm sword.
Yan Ting quickly turned his palm over, grabbed Huanren's arm, and pulled it toward him. At the same time, he kicked out his right foot angrily. Huanren's expression finally changed. When he was pulled over, he took a step with his left foot and kicked the ground.
He stood up and stretched his body in mid-air, avoiding Yan Ting's kick.
Yan Ting swung out his left fist and hit Huan Ren hard on the right face. No matter how fast Huan Ren reacted, how could he know Yan Ting's movements, let alone his body, unless he could see through Yan Ting's every move in advance?
Tilt your head while rising, otherwise there will only be one result.
Huanren was blasted several feet away by this punch and rolled on the ground for seven or eight times before stopping. Of course, Yan Ting would not give up this excellent opportunity to attack. He hit the ground with both fists, and immediately started with Yan Ting.
The power of two thunder and lightning appeared on the ground and hit the phantom man directly.
Before Huanren could stand up, lightning struck him, and his body flew eight feet away again.
Yan Ting stood up with the soles of his feet, and his body shot out like an arrow from a string. Incomparably powerful vitality covered his body. Every time he took a step, several cracks appeared on the ground. In just a few blinks, there were cracks on the ground.
A road paved with dozens of cracks.
His right fist curled up and flew forward. Huanren, who had just stood up, was hit by a punch from the front. Then Yan Ting heard a bang, and a one-inch deep fist mark appeared on Huanren's blue chest. Yan Ting's
With one punch, the phantom body was broken.
The Great Elder watched Yan Ting's battle in silence, with a slightly surprised look on his face. Compared to Yan Ting, the battles of the others seemed to be heating up.
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At this stage, Mo Xuanzhang, who is known as the number one person in the outer courtyard, only has a slight upper hand. He knows very well what the strength of the fantasy people he set for these top geniuses in the outer courtyard is, but he is almost unilaterally crushed by Yan Ting.
Ting's explosive power was beyond his expectation.
"It seems that it is necessary to increase the difficulty for you." The great elder murmured softly.
Huan Ren's eyes narrowed. He received Yan Ting's punch. He didn't even take a step back. After his chest was hit, his whole body shook. He raised his left arm, pushed away Yan Ting's fist, and struck with his right fist.
out.
Yan Ting was a little surprised by Huan Ren's reaction, but that didn't mean he thought Huan Ren would be beaten quietly. He was always on guard against Huan Ren's sudden attack.
The palm of his hand returned to defend himself, and Huanren's punch hit Yan Ting's palm. Yan Ting felt as if his palm was hit by a huge force. The back of his hand bounced back and hit his chest. His face changed slightly, and he took four steps back.
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Yan Ting looked at Huanren in disbelief, how...
Huanren's body surged with vitality, making Yan Ting feel a slight sense of oppression.
The illusion field is a very special kind of field. Those who release the field can create thousands of illusions with their thoughts. It can be said that killing Yan Ting can be done with just one thought. It is easy to create an invincible illusion person.
However, doing so would be unfair to Yan Ting, so the Great Elder only strengthened Huan Ren's power and did not improve his realm.
However, the illusion is connected to the soul of the person in the release field. The death of the illusion will also have an impact on the great elder. However, even if hundreds of millions of illusions of heaven, earth, or even condensed yuan disappear, it will not have much effect on him.
Impact.
"I'll beat you down today." Yan Ting said coldly. The sense of oppression disappeared in an instant, and now the battle begins.
The figure of the phantom man moved like a ghost. Yan Ting gave a loud shout and stepped on the ground with his soles. A storm of vitality swept across a radius of three feet. The speed of the phantom man was also affected. Yan Ting glanced sideways and swept his right leg across the ground, spinning.
After a circle, his left leg swept out again, rolling up a small storm of vitality on the ground, and the vitality of the world became chaotic. Huanren punched the ground, shaking the waves of vitality, impacting Yan Ting's storm of vitality.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a wave of sea waves destroying a whirlwind, or like a whirlwind tearing apart the waves.
After a short period of fierce friction between the two energies, countless energy fluctuations spread in both directions like arcs. Yan Ting slapped his right palm on the ground, breaking through the energy fluctuations and kicked out. Huan Ren struck out with a palm, hitting Yan Ting's feet.
On the palms of their hands, the two retreated several feet away from each other.
The fantasy man stepped forward, soared into the sky, and fell like a meteor to the ground, with a violent surge of light blue vitality covering the ground.
Yan Ting crossed his arms and raised his arms to the sky, and his vitality surged rapidly, forming a vitality shield with Yan Ting as the center and a radius of one foot.
boom!
The deafening explosion of vitality echoed in Yan Ting's ears, and his body flew upside down. Huan Ren took this opportunity to attack Yan Ting. Yan Ting smiled coldly, rubbed the ground with his palms with all his strength to slow down, and then rotated his body sideways in the air.
He kicked out in a circle and hit the head of the charging phantom hard, sending the phantom flying backwards for more than ten feet.
Yan Ting gathered his energy, and the purple and blue thunderbolts were drawn down and penetrated his whole body, forming a blue thunder field within two meters of his body. He shook his fists, and the thunder field quickly condensed into a ball of thunder, and he punched out,
The violent thunder and lightning carried the power of destruction and bombarded the phantom man.
Huanren stretched out his hands and quickly condensed a white vitality shield with a radius of two feet. Thunder struck the shield. The shield collapsed instantly. The destructive power of the thunder exploded. The energy spread and hit Huanren. Huanren fell again.
Flying more than ten feet, the whole body is almost broken, like a mirror with a broken inside and a flowery white color. It can be completely shattered with just a little force.
"After all, I was brainless, and I won in the end." Yan Ting said with a happy smile.
"Ahem." Yan Ting coughed suddenly, took a deep breath, and felt a pain in his chest.
In order to avoid another accident, Yan Ting directly used absolute power to completely destroy Huan Ren. He passed this fourth wave.
Buyunya's side also won. Although the battle scene was far less magnificent than his, it still allowed several people to win.
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The elders nodded slightly to show their appreciation.
The third elder glanced at the first elder indifferently and said, "It's the fourth round. It seems a bit difficult for Yan Ting to win. What are you going to do in the fifth round? Will you increase the power of the illusion?"
"No, there is no point in improving anymore. Yan Ting's power is difficult to rival at the fourth level of Tianyuan. I want to see how good he is in fighting beyond levels." The elder said calmly.
"Leap level battle, what if you fail?"
"I will reduce the power of the illusion so that they cannot display the strength of that small realm. If Yan Ting has a tendency to fail, I will end the battle immediately. The sooner he enters the inner courtyard, the faster he can grow up. For the generals of the academy,
It will be a big help.”
"Finally, I heard you say something nice." The third elder said.
Buyunya sat down on the ground and gasped for air. He was so tired and it was so difficult!
Yan Ting handed him another Yuan-Zeng Dan and said: "There is still one last wave. If you can't survive it, you will have to enter the academy again next year, and the admissions system will also be greatly changed. Are you sure you can still enter?"
Coming?"
Buyunya took the Zengyuan Pill and said, "Thank you, senior brother, I will not be eliminated."
Qin Feiling came over, Yan Ting glanced at her, and couldn't help but feel slightly touched. Qin Feiling had just experienced a battle, and there was a little fragrant sweat on her forehead, which wet her hair. She lifted up her hair, looking like
Extraordinarily elegant and refined.
Why didn't Yan Ting realize that Qin Feiling was so beautiful before?
"Are you... okay?" Yan Ting really wanted to scratch his head for asking such stupid questions.
"It's okay, I just feel like this wave of illusions is a bit powerful, I almost had to use all my strength." Concubine Qin said calmly.
This made Yan Ting grit his teeth and curse Qin Feiling ten or eight times in his heart. He almost used all his strength? He burned his opponent to the ground within thirty breaths of the fight. This was called not using all his strength.
The corner of Buyunya's mouth twitched fiercely. He felt a little regretful. He regretted that he was chosen on the same team as these two perverts and faced such perverted opponents.
"Here." Yan Ting also handed Qin Feiling a Yuan-Zeng Dan.
"Do you think I need this thing? Did you disappear for half a month to get the elixir?" Qin Feiling asked.
"Almost... sort of..." Yan Ting couldn't form words. It was a long story. In fact, he just disappeared for a day. There were still more than ten days that he couldn't do anything about. He just stayed in bed for seven days.
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"Huh." Qin Feiling snorted softly.
Yan Ting scratched the back of his head, why did he offend her again?
A stick of incense is enough time for Yan Ting to return to his peak condition.
In these four rounds of assessments, except for a few dozen of them, the rest of the disciples followed the rules mentioned by the Great Elder at the beginning. The fourth round was to deal with eight illusions. The first and second rounds were okay.
In the third round, people started to be brushed, and in the fourth round, people were brushed in large numbers. After all, how could an ordinary person deal with eight people of the same level at the same time?
The college's enrollment is actually not strict, but it requires recommendation, and then after passing a moderately difficult assessment, you can become a disciple of the outer college. In recent years, the talents recommended by the three major empire regions are not considered talents, and the good ones are kept and cultivated by themselves.
Send some people to make up the numbers.
Therefore, the water in the outer courtyard is very high, ranging from the seventh level of Tianyuan, such as Mo Xuanzhang, to the low of Ningyuan, which is uneven. Passing the assessment this time is to retain a group of real geniuses and devote all their efforts to cultivating them.
After the fourth round, only more than half of the more than 3,000 people were left. Even though the power of the illusion was lower than that of people at the same level, some people were still eliminated, which is enough to prove this point.
Looking at the eliminated people, the great elder sighed helplessly and immediately sent them home. These people were not suitable to stay in Zhulu. To put it harshly, they were not worthy to stay in Zhulu.
It’s no wonder that their 26th branch is not as good as every year. There is no talent to make up for it. How can it compete with other branches?
Yan Ting closed his eyes and rested his mind. The time to burn the incense came in a blink of an eye, and he slowly opened his eyes.