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Chapter 70: Ten Heavy Channels

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    If it was said that Jiang Yun was willing to go to this competition before, then when he heard the name Feng Wuji, he stood up resolutely and said with a very firm expression: "I want to participate!"

    Between Jiang Yun and Feng Wuji, although there are still four years before the date of the life-and-death battle agreed upon at the beginning, but now that they have met, Jiang Yun does not want to back down.

    As for the fact that Feng Wuji was called the number one person in the Tongmai Realm, Jiang Yun didn't take it seriously at all. Feng Wuji was not his opponent back then, and now he is equally sure of defeating Feng Wuji.

    Looking at the resolute Jiang Yun, a trace of doubt flashed in Dongfang Bo's eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions, but said lightly: "I know you have confidence in yourself, and I also have confidence in you, but can you  I know, why is Feng Wuji known as the number one person in the Tongmai Realm?"

    "have no idea."

    "because of him¡­¡­"

    At this moment, a loud bang suddenly sounded, interrupting Dongfang Bo's words, and after being taken aback, Dongfang Bo smiled and said: "The competition has already started, although you can't go, but it's okay for you to have a look  .¡±

    After the voice fell, a bronze mirror with a radius of Zhang Xu appeared in front of Jiang Yun, and scenes of rapidly changing scenes appeared on the mirror surface.

    Although Jiang Yun was still thinking about what Dongfang Bo had just said, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the scene in the mirror.

    On the top of an unknown mountain, there is a huge platform. In the middle of the platform, two figures are fighting fiercely. One of them is Fang Ruolin, and the loud noise just now comes from a throw she threw.  Zhang Burst Talisman.

    There are dozens of people standing on both sides of the platform, one side is Wendao Sect members, and the other side is of course the Samsara Sect members. Although the number of Wendao Sect members is not many, but Wufeng Peak Master and Dao Tianyou are all there, it is not difficult to see  , Daoist sect attaches great importance to this competition.

    Among the disciples, apart from Fang Ruolin who was competing, there were seven or eight others, and Jiang Yun knew only one Wushang.

    Dongfang Bo explained: "The competition adopts a three-game two-win system. The only one we have a chance of winning should be Wushang, but Wushang and Feng Wuji are the last to play. If we lose two games in a row, then he will not play.  Opportunity."

    Jiang Yun's eyes just passed over everyone, until he saw a feminine young man standing on the opposite side of the platform.

    A pair of red phoenix eyes slanting into the temples, and the undisguised look of disdain on his face are none other than Feng Wuji!

    It is not difficult to see that although Feng Wuji is a little more mature than a year ago, his personality has not changed much.

    At this moment, he didn't even look at the two people who were competing. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky with a high-ranking attitude, as if what happened here had nothing to do with him.

    Staring at Feng Wuji, Jiang Yun couldn't help recalling the scenes when he fought against him. Although it was only a year later, it felt like a long time had passed, and he and he had both left.  After leaving the familiar Hundred Thousand Mang Mountain, they respectively entered the sects of Taoism.

    I have changed from a mortal to a monk with the ninth level of Tongmai, and Feng Wuji is even known as the number one person in the Tongmai Realm.

    Suddenly, another loud noise came, interrupting Jiang Yun's thoughts.

    The two contestants in the field had already decided the winner. Fang Ruolin fell to the ground with a pale complexion, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. The purple golden marten was lying on her body, covered in blood.

    Obviously, she lost.

    For such a result, neither side was surprised, but the faces of the Wendaozong people became a little more gloomy.

    The disciples of Dao Dao Sect stepped forward to help Fang Ruolin down, and then, Dao Tianyou and an old man with long eyebrows of the Reincarnation Sect each pointed out the disciples they would send for the next competition.

    What Dao Tianyou was pointing at was a strong man of medium build, but at this moment, Wushang suddenly took the first step out of the crowd, stood in the center of the platform, and pointed at Feng Wuji and said, "You!"

    Wushang's rash appearance and his provocative actions made everyone slightly stunned, but soon everyone came back to their senses, especially Peng Shou, the leader of Wuxing Peak, shook his head with a wry smile.

    He really knows his disciple very well, he is extremely belligerent, and he only likes to challenge the strong.

    Needless to say, Wushang also saw that in this competition, Wendao Zong had little chance of winning, and he probably didn't even have the chance to play, so he stood up first and challenged Feng Wuji by name.

    Although the non-injury approach is a bit of a violation of the rules, Wufengfeng advocatesDao Tianyou didn't stop him, as for the old man with long eyebrows in the Samsara Sect, he also smiled slightly, and said without hesitation: "In that case, Wuji, you should discuss with him!"

    Feng Wuji then withdrew his gaze towards the sky, stared at Wushang, and said indifferently: "To deal with you, I only need to use 50% of my cultivation!"

    Wushang didn't react at all when he heard this obviously contemptuous words, but Jiang Yun had a sneer on his face. Feng Wuji back then had said similar things to himself.

    As the two finally stood in the center of the platform, Feng Wuji still had his hands behind his back, and said loudly, "I'll let you make the first move!"

    There was no injury and you were polite, stretched out two fingers, lifted it up slightly, and heard two loud bangs, the ground suddenly cracked, and a stone thorn about ten feet thick protruded from the inside, stabbing directly at the ground.  Feng Wuji.

    Feng Wuji made a move with one hand, and a breeze lifted his hair and blew over the stone thorns. In an instant, the stone thorns shattered silently.

    "Wind Blade!"

    Jiang Yun shouted these two words in his heart, and had to admit that, among other things, the power of Feng Wuji's wind blade was indeed much stronger than a year ago, and it was almost invisible.

    The stone thorns shattered, without injury or panic, he raised his hand again, and a fireball the size of a millstone flew out, smashing towards Feng Wuji with a whistling sound.

    Feng Wuji was still waving lightly with one hand in the air, suddenly brought out a whirlwind, engulfed the huge fireball, and rushed towards Wushang instead.

    Wushang stepped back in a hurry, and at the same time posed a strange posture with his hands as quickly as the wind.

    Following the appearance of this posture, the sound of "tick" suddenly came from everyone's ears, and countless water droplets appeared in the air in front of Wushang, densely packed and endless, as if forming a wall of water.

    "Boom!"

    The whirlwind that engulfed the fireball slammed into the water wall fiercely. The scorching high temperature and violent wind immediately blown away all the water droplets and evaporated, and continued to rush towards Wushang without losing momentum.

    "Punch, kick, kick!"

    Although the wall of water had blocked most of the force, Wushang was still knocked back a few steps in a row, managed to stand still, let out a muffled groan, and gritted his teeth to swallow the blood that was about to spurt.

    Seeing this, Jiang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Wu Shang is not Feng Wuji's opponent. I don't know what state Wushang is in now, but in terms of the amount of aura, he is obviously not as good as Feng Wuji."

    Dongfang Bo said: "The state of no injury is the same as yours, and the meridian is ninefold!"

    "Nine levels of Tongmai?" Jiang Yun was stunned: "Then even if Feng Wuji is also at the nine levels of Tongmai, the difference in the amount of aura between the two of them shouldn't be so big?"

    In fact, Jiang Yun's own aura is more than that of monks of the same level, but that is because his meridians are thicker than others, but he does not believe that Feng Wuji's meridians are the same as his own, so he is a little unable to understand the situation in front of him.

    Dongfang Bo glanced at him indifferently and said: "Feng Wuji is not the Jiuzhong of Tongmai."

    "No? That's even more unreasonable! Could it be that he is a blessed land"

    "He is in the Tongmai state, with ten levels of Tongmai!" (Remember the website address of this site: www.hlnovel.com
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