In the purple space, Yan Ting geared up and stared sharply at the transparent illusion less than ten feet in front of him. Like last time, it was also a human-shaped illusion, showing a translucent shape like water.
But there was something different from last time, Yan Ting couldn't feel the other person's aura. This time, the phantom person had hidden all the aura, making it impossible for Yan Ting to sense the other party's realm.
Yan Ting didn't understand what this meant. Those who could beat him could win, and those who couldn't beat him would be eliminated. What was the use of hiding his aura?
Not intending to hold anything back, Yan Ting suddenly stepped on the ground with his left foot, jumped into the air, and slammed his right elbow down hard. In any case, unless you know that the opponent's strength is absolutely impossible to surpass yourself, you must never underestimate the enemy. This is a black robe
People teach him principles.
Faced with Yan Ting's attack, Huan Ren did not panic at all. His right arm was raised above his head, and his elbow hit Huan Ren's arm firmly. Huan Ren's left foot slid off the ground, and he bent down with his right leg.
Lean down slightly.
Yan Ting's pupils condensed. Sure enough, the power of this illusion has been greatly enhanced. It should be created based on the strength of the challenger.
Quickly retreating, his palm turned into a fist, the aura on his body rose rapidly, a surge of vitality surged into Yan Ting's fist, and he punched Huanren's chest with a no-frills punch. With this punch, even if he is the same level,
The opponent will also be seriously injured.
Naturally, Huanren would not stand there and let Yan Ting hit him. The moment Yan Ting took action, he quickly gathered his energy and rushed towards Yan Ting. His two fists collided with each other, and his energy roared, shaking out a strong energy.
On the field, the phantom man was like a kite that was out of line, flying dozens of meters away across the ground, while Yan Ting stood there, motionless.
With the strength tempered by Emperor Bodhi and the medicine pond, his blood energy is extremely powerful, both in terms of explosive power and endurance, far better than before. If Huanren had simply condensed his energy shield to resist, he might not have been so miserable. He took on Yan head-on.
Ting's attack was purely seeking death.
The fallen phantom turned into energy particles and dissipated. Yan Ting wiped his fists and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Young disciple, do you choose to continue the challenge, or take a short break?" The great elder's voice came from above the purple space.
"Continue to challenge." Yan Ting replied simply. This battle took no effort at all. He almost defeated the enemy with one move. Of course, he was too lazy to rest.
In front, Huanren appeared again, but this time there were two people. Yan Ting still couldn't feel their aura, but after the first battle, he could roughly estimate where Huanren's strength was. As the number of people increased,
As the number increases, individual combat effectiveness should become weaker.
Outside the space, seven elders and more than forty deacons watched the battle in the illusion field. The great elder moved his eyebrows slightly and said: "This is a perfect opportunity to test them. If we follow the original settings, I'm afraid it will be nothing."
The fun and the tests for them are not up to par either.”
The other six elders glanced at him and instantly understood what he was going to do.
For this inner court selection, the candidates have basically been decided. At the beginning, they sensed the cultivation of all the disciples, and the ten who were above the Tianyuan realm were the most promising, and they were also the focus of their attention.
"But only the first 100 people are qualified. What if we adjust at will and they don't have time?" The third elder asked.
"You are worried about Yan Ting," the great elder said.
The third elder shook his shoulders and glanced at the first elder, feeling as if his secret had been exposed.
"He was the first to defeat his opponent. In a battle of the same level, except for a few talented geniuses who could defeat the enemy without pressure, most people could hardly tell the winner in a short period of time. However, he only tried one move and then defeated him with one punch.
I have reached the fifth level of Tianyuan Realm. Do you think he needs some special care?" the great elder said calmly.
The third elder was speechless.
"More than Yan Ting, I want to know why the girl named Qin Feiling has a letter from the dean. I wanted to ask last time, but the dean never starts a small stove." The seventh elder said.
"I want to know more than you do. I was also shocked when she came to me with the official document. At that time, I was still wondering if the dean had been caught by her, and she would do such a thing.
Something is coming." The third elder said.
"If there is any clue, it should be from a certain big family. The dean has to give some face."
"Okay, forget about this, just strengthen it. I want to see where the limit of Yan Ting's power is." The great elder half-squinted his eyes, and the fourth-level Tianyuan punched the fifth-level Tianyuan with one punch. This kind of
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Geniuses who can leapfrog challenges without any pressure are definitely worth cultivating.
Although Huanren is three points weaker than the same level, he is still a fifth-level Tianyuan. Yan Ting can defeat him with one punch, which shows that Yan Ting's power is far beyond his level.
After two years of being unknown, is it going to rise all of a sudden?
The great elder's palm swept through the air, and ten purple lights entered the field and attached to the space above the ten Tianyuan.
Only those who break through the Tianyuan realm before the age of twenty can be regarded as geniuses. As for Zhulu Academy, there are only a few people who are qualified every year, but this year a full ten people have appeared. Perhaps they are about to usher in the new glory of Zhulu.
Yan Ting was fighting two phantoms, and when he was about to defeat each other in one fell swoop, he suddenly felt abnormal energy fluctuations on the two phantoms. The two phantoms had been suppressed by Yan Ting, and the battle could be over in less than two breaths.
As a result, Huanren's power more than doubled, forcing Yan Ting to retreat first.
"Is this the same as last time?" Yan Ting murmured.
The two phantoms attacked Yan Ting from the left and right, and their bodies were quickly covered with a layer of vitality. Yan Ting smiled coldly, saying that this kind of power was not enough to threaten him.
His knees were slightly bent and his body was pressed down. A small ball of thunder and lightning suddenly grew between his palms, and then turned into two balls of thunder and lightning and entered the palm of his hand. Facing the rushing phantom, Yan Ting didn't even think about it, and turned towards the one on his left.
Huanren rushed forward, his feet lifted off the ground, and a thunderous force hit Huanren's head hard. Suddenly Huanren felt as if he had been hit by a billion-dollar sledgehammer, his head fell back directly, and his whole person rolled two times in the air.
After a week, it was smashed to the ground.
At this moment, the fist of another fantasy man also landed on Yan Ting's back. There was only a "bang" sound, and the fist collided with Yan Ting's back. The powerful force was enough to cripple the Tianyuan realm of the same level, but Yan Ting only frowned slightly.
Wrinkling, he swung his right arm, wrapped it around Huanren's arm, turned around and punched Huanren's face with his left fist.
After Huanren received the punch, he should have flown out due to the huge impact, but his arm was entangled by Yan Ting and he was immediately dragged back, and then he was punched in the head again.
The great elder raised his eyebrows slightly, his attack power was just abnormal, his defense power was not weak, Yan Ting's strength was probably close to the ninth level Tian Yuan.
After the seventh punch was fired, Huanren's head finally couldn't bear it anymore and exploded, and then the whole person was turned into pieces.
"What the hell? It hurts so much. If I didn't punch you a few more times, I'd be really sorry for myself. Hiss—" Yan Ting took a breath of cold air. He was completely unprepared for that punch, and was hit in the back by Huan Ren.
If it had been replaced by an ordinary fourth-level Tianyuan, it would have collapsed directly.
Yan Ting chose to continue the challenge. In the third round, there were four phantoms.
If this continues, wouldn't the fourth round be eight, and the fifth round be sixteen?
For Yan Ting, this kind of selection is not difficult at all. When he was in Yunxiao Gate, he used the third-level Tianyuan to compete with more than 20 Tianyuan realms. Now his strength has increased more than ten times. It is natural to pass this first round of selection.
It couldn't be simpler.
The four phantoms seemed to be of one mind, and their cooperation was extremely exquisite. However, in the face of absolute strength, all cooperation was a desperate struggle. Yan Ting quickly killed the four phantoms with thunderous means, causing a group of elders and deacons outside the space to panic.
Marvel.
The third elder smiled happily, and at the same time he was thinking: "How come this child's strength suddenly increased so rapidly."
I still remember the assessment a month ago. Although Yan Ting also quickly defeated his opponent, he was far from that powerful. What's more, at that time, his cultivation level was level 4 Tianyuan, and his opponent was also level 4 Tianyuan.
At this moment, he is still at level 4, but his opponent is level 5 Tianyuan.
But Yan Ting faced no pressure against four fifth-level Tianyuan, and even ended the battle with an instant kill. Not many people in the inner courtyard could achieve such a gesture.
"It seems that the battle is too easy, so a little more pressure is needed." The great elder flicked his finger, and a purple light entered the space where Yan Ting was.
In the fourth round, as Yan Ting expected, there were eight phantoms.
But this time, the strength of the eight phantoms was far from comparable to the phantoms in the previous three rounds. For the first time, Yan Ting only had a slight upper hand.
"Has this strength changed again?" Feeling how powerful the opponent was, Yan Ting was a little annoyed. Was the Great Elder trying to kill them?
What he didn't know was that the only people with such special treatment were those with Tianyuan Realm strength, and he was the most special among the special treatment.
other people's right
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Although the strength of his hand has changed, it has not doubled, and his opponent's cultivation has jumped directly from the fifth-level Tianyuan to the eighth-level Tianyuan.
Eight eighth-level Tianyuan can defeat the average peak Tianyuan realm.
Move your neck and move your fingers to make a crisp sound.
The eight phantoms swarmed forward, not giving Yan Ting any chance to defeat them alone. Yan Ting retreated suddenly, looking for a breakthrough, but their cooperation was even higher than in the previous round, and their strength also increased.
There have been earth-shaking changes.
Although the four phantoms cooperated well in the last round, they could not withstand Yan Ting's punch. But this time, each of the phantoms has the strength to compete with Yan Ting. When they cooperate, even two
It takes a lot of time to deal with Peak Tianyuan, and you may lose the battle if you are not careful.
Although Yan Ting is strong, it is still very difficult to deal with two peak Tianyuan realms at the same time.
Eight people took action at the same time, and Yan Ting was forced back step by step. The roar of vitality filled the purple space for a while. Yan Ting had extremely rich combat experience. Even if he retreated step by step, he could calmly catch the attacks of each fantasy person.
The more it happens at this moment, the less likely it is to panic. Although Huanren's attack is powerful, it still cannot seriously injure Yan Ting, and Yan Ting only needs to resist it with his vitality to remain undefeated.
If you continue, you will definitely find an opportunity. Huanren's vitality cannot be exhausted forever. Otherwise, if the challenger cannot defeat Huanren in a short time, he will definitely lose.
As long as Gento's power is slightly weaker, he will still have to deal with two of them first even if he is injured.
Besides, these are nothing compared to the inhuman training of the man in black robes for half a month. He has even survived that perverted torture, so why should he be afraid of this?
A fantasy man's fist hit Yan Ting's chest. An ugly look appeared on Yan Ting's face. He grabbed the opportunity with both hands and retreated wildly back, leaving a short distance from the battlefield. Then his vitality crazily struck the fantasy man's body.
, the phantom people in the rear naturally would not let Yan Ting succeed, and rushed forward one after another, trying to separate the phantom people from Yan Ting.
The phantom man's moves were still not as sharp as Yan Ting's. After blocking three of Yan Ting's punches, he was hit in the chest by a fourth punch. The phantom man was not as good as the real person after all. Whether it was attack or defense, his majestic vitality was like a flood that broke a bank.
Huan Ren's chest exploded, followed by a deafening roar, and Huan Ren's body was pierced by Yan Ting's punch.
The seven phantoms came to Yan Ting at this moment, and the seven rays of vitality blasted out at the same time. Yan Ting grabbed the pierced phantom and blocked it in front of him. The seven rays of vitality impacted on the body of the phantom, instantly blowing it up.
Yan Ting was knocked over more than ten meters by the air wave, his throat was sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood arrows.
He frowned slightly, stood up, and touched his chest. The air wave failed to cause much damage to him. With the attacks of seven eighth-level Tianyuan, it stands to reason that he should be seriously injured at this moment.
"It's time to let go. If he continues like this, he won't be able to hold on for long." The third elder said solemnly.
Yan Ting vomited blood and he could clearly see that in this world, apart from those peerless geniuses who possess ancient souls, there are many geniuses who can fight eight eighth-level Tian Yuans at the same time with fourth-level Tian Yuan. This is not a selection, this is killing.
"Wait a minute, Third Brother, don't you see anything wrong with Yan Ting?" The First Elder calmly pointed to the space and said to the Third Elder.
"What's wrong?" The third elder was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
"Yan Ting's attack power is quite powerful, but his endurance, defense and recovery capabilities are also amazing. Didn't you notice that he was able to stand up immediately after being hit head-on by the air waves erupted by seven illusions?
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"Moreover, he seemed to be able to withstand the attacks of eight phantoms easily by himself. Even if he struggled with his strength, he should have fallen. But at this time, he can still fight. I think his true strength must be
It's even more shocking than what we saw." The great elder said calmly.
"So what, do you want him to reveal all his cards at this time?" the third elder said angrily.
"That's not what I meant. Let's just wait and see. If something unexpected happens to him, I will lower the difficulty and at least let him advance to the first round successfully." The great elder said.
"Humph." The third elder snorted coldly and stopped talking.
Yan Ting blinked his eyes, and a ball of dark energy suddenly appeared on his fist. Looking at the seven phantoms in front of him, a dark light flashed in the depths of his pupils, and he spoke slowly: "It seems that the general method is to easily