Boom-

Fighting endlessly.

In the golden light that blocks everything, the air waves are rolling, and the bystanders cannot detect the scene.

With the calm and sophisticated temperament of the five Youqiong clans, they were all so depressed that their faces turned dark, but they could only wait anxiously.

...

After a cup of tea, the sound finally became weaker.

The golden light dissipated silently.

After dissipating, there was a shattered cloud and smoke everywhere. There was only one figure among them. Wherever they stood, the other figure was already lying in the void.

The young man in white was covered in blood, his hair was scattered, and his clothes had been broken into pieces, but his body was straight, and his eyes fell directly on the figure lying horizontally. There was a sword in his dantian - Shenwang Sword.

That's right, the monk standing is that young man in white.

Fang Junmei was lying horizontally in the void. He looked even worse. His clothes were already rotten, and his body was covered in blood and flesh and bones. He was broken into pieces and was covered in blood and wisps of blood-colored mist.

And there was still a trace of his desolate gaze left, and he also looked at the young man in white with a very complicated expression.

He lost!

Finally lost one game!

Lost to a monk of the same realm... How could there be such a monster in the world?

After a breath, Fang Junmei completely closed her eyes, and there was no more aura of living.

...

"I finally died once..."

In the real world, Zang Tianshi said meaningfully.

A few old guys also have a bit complicated expression.

For them, the stronger the cultivators who can enter the top ten should be, the better, but for some reason, after Fang Junmei finally lost to an opponent in the same realm, they felt relieved. It seemed that the pressure from the younger generation was shattered invisibly.

As for the young man in white, he had been killed by Mrs. Binghuo for a long time, of course there is no need to worry.

"Brother Qiu, it's your turn."

Pan Tian said suddenly, turning his head to look in another direction.

Everyone looked at each other and found that the di family began to face the young man in white. Will he win or lose again?

...

In the quicksand room, Fang Junmei took out another pot of wine and started drinking it.

His expression was somewhat disappointed.

After returning from the Chaos Manling and reaching the late stage of Fanzhi, Fang Junmei faintly felt in his heart that his strength had reached the level of the early stage of the Ancestral Orb. Although he still didn't know what the outcome would be if he had fought against the specific opponent, he had a strong sense of confidence in his heart.

But now, he was killed by a monk who was also in the late stage of the mortal world...

The young man in white once again reminded him of the mysterious Jun Buyu. Is there any relationship between them?

If so, after reaching the Ancestral Orifice Realm, you may be able to fight with this Jun Buyu for another fight.

This pot of wine is slowly pouring down.

After thinking for a while, Fang Junmei put down the matter of this opponent and started thinking about the next opponent. As for what others are doing, he really doesn't care.

"The next opponent - it's you!"

Fang Jun's pupils condensed slightly, and he fell into deeper thoughts.

...

On the ice mirror in another room, the Di family had already started fighting with the young man in white, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Youdi is a cold and taciturn person. After entering, there was nothing to say and started a war directly.

The methods of the young man in white have been revealed before, but after facing the Youdi clan, the Youqiong clan and others discovered that this person was even more genius than they thought, and he could use all kinds of magical powers and means at will.

Or gorgeous and vast.

Or simple and practical.

Or upright.

Or it is mysterious.

With one method, I saw this indifferent guy Di, and all my eyes were filled with surprise.

...

"Everyone, I always find it strange..."

On this side, the five old guys had already started chatting again. The one who spoke first was Yan Futi. This person had the most clever vision among the five people and his mind was more delicate.

"Brother Yanfu, please tell me."

Pan Tian said.

Yan Futi said: "Usually, when I am in the mortal stage, I will learn or deduce a few more powerful magical methods. As long as I feel that it is enough, I will spend more time on the impact of a higher level, but this person is different..."

At this point, everyone reacted.

Zang Tianshi answered, "This man seemed to have nothing to do all day long, or had endured a huge treasure house of magical powers, or had time ten or a hundred times that of others, and had deduced countless means, right?"

"good."

Master Yan Futi nodded and said, "But I think his spirit is not someone who likes to do extra things-"

At this point, he turned to look at Mrs. Binghuo and said, "Madam, this person may have something of a great background. Be careful to cause trouble!"

Mrs. Binghuo snorted coldly when she heard this.

"Thank you for reminding me that since I dare to let him appear, I am sure that I will not cause trouble. His origin is indeed mysterious, but he is just a casual cultivator."

“That’s good.”

Yan Futi nodded slightly calmly, and there was no sign of displeasure.

...

The battle between Youdi and this young man in white lasted for more than half an hour before it came to an end. It took longer than Fang Junmei.

The perfect name of Di's clan is not something that is covered, but the result is-

In the real world, Youqiong's eyes were dark!

Lost!

Youdi actually lost too!

"Brother Dao, don't be too disappointed. No one has passed this level. Your descendants are already very amazing. He just met an opponent who is more perfect than him."

Pan Tian said that he had no expectations for Hai Fangge who had passed this level under his disciple!

Youqiong nodded silently.

At this moment, in the quicksand room, Youdi, who had died once, was also in deep silence, as if he was like a statue, motionless. The shock in his heart would never be as shocked as Fang Junmei.

After a long time, there was no movement.

...

"Hey, this pig-headed boy hasn't started the next battle yet?"

Pan Tian suddenly said strangely.

Zhan Tianshi said: "Since he has guessed who his opponent will be in the next battle, he will naturally make some arrangements. What's so strange about it."

The others nodded.

I will no longer pay attention to Fang Junmei and Youdishi for the time being, but it seems that others are coming.

...

Most of the other monks were far behind at this moment, and the worst ones had only reached more than forty levels. Their minds were about to collapse, and they were even decisive to enter the next level to kill.

How to cultivate the spiritual temperament of a top monk is the victory of the battle, overcome one by one, and accumulate confidence and courage.

On the other hand, if you always lose, the person's courage will probably be gradually destroyed.

Hai Fangge, Jiang Shenzi, Wei Yinlongyue, Wei Yinxiyue, Lu Zongjiu, Zhu Long, Yu Wuxia and others were still several levels away from the sixty-ninth level. As for Gaode, there were still more levels missing.

The five big bosses had seen the young man in white and Fang Junmei, and had two battles between the enemy. They were both interested in the battles of others and had no interest in speaking.

After a while, his eyes fell on Fang Junmei and Youdi again.

...

Not long after, Fang Junmei finally put down the wine pot, divided a wisp of spiritual consciousness, and threw it into the ice mirror. This time, before entering, he had already taken out the Shenwang Sword and held it in his hand.

The body of clouds and smoke condenses silently.

After condensed, he was indeed holding the Shenwang Sword directly in his hand.
To be continued...