"Do you want so many people..." Wang Zheng was a little speechless.

The tree was very calm and smiled, "Today it is the Trial of the Knife Mountain, so naturally everyone wants to try it. The only way to get the Sixteenth Degrees of Practice at the Disciple Level is to participate in the Trial. This is a reward for those talented people. Brother Hei, you are so good at it, why not try it?"

Wang Zheng nodded. Although there were many people, everyone entered the trial gate one after another, and it was really a "Sword Mountain" that appeared in front of him.

The so-called Knife Mountain Trial is to apply the blade technique to the extreme and rush through the trial path in one breath. What tests is the use of martial arts and breath regulation. If you don’t hold it in one breath, the end will be meat skewers.

There are probably not many people who care about the time reward, but everyone really wants the martial arts, but those who come to participate in the trials are basically confident in their skills.

Next to the Trial of Daoshan, there is a stone tablet with a name engraved on it - Mu.

The tree's eyes were full of worship, "Mu is a legend in this world. He has almost won the first place in all trials. So far, many are still the only ones and have never been updated."

"Will there be any other benefits for those who perform best to carve their names on them?" Wang Zheng asked.

The tree was stunned, "It must be, but this is impossible. All those who can be broken have been broken. What is still maintained now is nothing. Mu is one of the five saints in the world of saints, and even the saints level is a top master."

Wang Zheng touched his nose, and it seemed very awesome.

Perhaps seeing that Wang Zheng was distracted, Shu hurriedly said, "The one who cannot offend the most in this world is the Holy Son. Not only is it amazingly powerful, it also has a great background in the real world, and they are all existences that can bring power out!"

Wang Zheng didn't care. It wasn't his business anyway. A group of people participating in the trial had rushed forward one after another, screaming in his ears.

The realism here is very high. It also has a certain pain. It is already drizzling for Wang Zheng, but it is another matter for ordinary people.

The road to Knife Mountain is very long. Even if a person who passes through 60 meters completes the trial, most people are directly inserted into death at 30 meters.

With just one breath of movement, the allocation and use of this blade technique must be quite reasonable, and it is useless to rely on a tough guy.

Wang Zhengsenhan’s sharp knife. To be honest, you will feel creepy when you look at it, and this state of mind will definitely affect your performance.

In some ways, this kind of trial test is still multi-faceted and interesting.

The first batch of more than 20 people who wanted to go were turned into pieces, and they would be punished for failure, death, etc. in the world of Saints. A considerable number of people didn't care, but in this kind of scene, they would subconsciously develop a sense of awe.

Suddenly, everyone made way for a while, and a man in white dragon pattern dressed in strong clothes came over.

The tree pulled Wang Zheng aside. "Mutong has come to challenge again. I wonder if he can succeed this time."

Wang Zheng was planning to go up and try it. Seeing that the tree was so persistent, he was a little helpless. Why did this guy have such a timid person to be so brave?

"What is this man's origin? He is a disciple like us!"

"You don't understand. Many people are already qualified to be promoted, but stay at the disciple level. It is said that getting a stone tablet record and promoting to the believer level will have a different effect. For talented people, promotion is not the purpose, and what they will eventually get is the status of the Holy Son."

I have to say that this Moutongsang is quite stylish. The noisy discussions around him made his handsome eyebrows move slightly. These levels that are struggling on the "poverty line" are obviously different from him. For him, he can easily break through, but this is not the point. He has to enter the believer level with a higher identity to have good development, otherwise he will get half the result with twice the effort.

So I would rather put more thought on the basis, but the top names of each major trial were almost dominated by the five saints and some masters from the saints.

When people from the upper level go to the lower level, the power they can use is limited to the lower level, but the power they can generate is still not as heavy as the understanding of the martial arts. In their words, this is a matter of realm.

Moutong was also dissatisfied with it. He was of the attribute of the Five Elements Wood and was inclined to the wind. Challenging Daoshan was the most likely to break through. Of course, he had passed this trial long ago. In order to carve his name on the stone tablet and replace Mu, one of the five great saints, this will not only bring him great benefits, but most importantly, he can make a splash. Once he enters the believer level, there will definitely be a big force to take a fancy to him.

Otherwise, it would be too difficult to rely on one person to have talent.

Everyone around looked at Moutong with a gaze. Moutong pulled out his sword technique. When he saw that the color was in high-end state, with a misty fluorescent light, it means that he had fully practiced to the top.

When the light was possessed, Mutong's eyes turned on a dazzling light, and they went up to the Knife Mountain like a whirlwind.

The Trial of the Knife Mountain cannot rush over in one breath. Each knife tip must be guessed. One plus ten meters is missed. The distance is different. The height of the sharp knife is completely different. The landing point feels different. It feels too delicate and easily disturbed, and it is too rough to bear it.

Mutong has been here for the twelfth time. Every time it changes, but it can feel a certain pattern. This time he has the confidence to break through seventy meters. According to his tools, Mu's record is about seventy meters, because once it passes eighty meters, the sword begins to become flicker, sometimes not, and there is hot magma under the sword. It is said that those who fall down will experience the "enjoyment" of burning the body with flames. Of course, I have never seen anyone enjoy it.

Everyone widened their eyes. Mouton's actions were indeed very fast and steady, and the blade technique was controlled quite reasonably. The most important thing was that his emotions were always stable and calm.

A smile appeared on Wang Zheng's lips, it was not bad.

The layout of the Daoshan Trial is a bit simple to say, but there are too few changes. It must be a waste of some thought to be able to reach this point by this guy.

If Moutong knew that this idea would definitely be so angry that he would be irritated. He had invested a lot of money and specially built a training room to simulate the changes in the Knife Mountain Trial, especially the evolution routine, and also hired some professional experts to create records.

Moutong passed through the sixty meters smoothly and moved towards the seventy meters line. It was obvious that everyone's eyes were full of envy and awe. Those who were interested could not pass by hundreds of times. They could easily pass. Once they passed sixty meters, the difficulty suddenly increased. Fortunately, he was amazed and still rushed through the seventy meters very steadily. At this time, the huge consumption had already made him sweat on his forehead. Now that he has not broken through a single position, he has made progress and is moving towards the record.

Kill Mu, he is the reserve force of the Holy Son!

Wang Zheng shook his head slightly. At this time, Mu Tong stepped out, but his legs shook...

It was just a slight flash. Moutong lost her balance and fell head-on.

The next moment, Moutong was returned to the starting point, and he did not receive any reward because he had passed and did not break the record, seventy-eight meters!

God. Everyone exclaimed.

Just two meters away, you can set a record. Moutong himself was limp, but his eyes were obviously full of regret and disappointment.

He firmly believed that as long as he reached eighty meters, he could replace Mu. Of course, it was not that Mu's strength was weaker than him, but that these records were created by others when he was at the disciple level. Over-level was invalid.

He told himself that if he fails this time, he will be promoted. It is still too difficult to waste too much time in the discipleship level.

Moutong's grades still scared everyone. No one dared to get on for a while. Who wants to get on this time? He was so embarrassing that he was exposed to be anal without going far away.

At this moment, a man with a black iron mask walked over.

Wang Zheng stretched out his arms and rubbed his legs, what kind of holy son? For leftover women, it is enough to have benefits. He has to save some living costs no matter how much. This is much better when buying "maibi" to rob him.

Wang Zheng took out the sword technique, and the trial field was silent in an instant, and even Mutong, who was sitting on the ground to rest, was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, the audience burst into earth-shaking laughter.

"My father, this guy is crazy. A first-hand sword technique actually came to try."

"Black Charcoal, this name is so dirt-free. It's so bad that it's so bad that it's so cool."

"If he can cross ten meters, I will change his name to Baihui!"

Everyone looked at the tree. The fool seemed to be with the man, but the tree's expression was a bit strange at this time.

Bang...the blade technique fusion.

Wang Zheng instantly floated to the tip of the knife and moved forward steadily. His speed was not fast, and he looked a little shaking, and everyone laughed louder.

But after a few seconds, the laughter instantly frozen, as if half of the laughter was suddenly slapped off his chin.

Wang Zheng's speed began to accelerate and instantly broke through thirty meters.

The deeper the trial of the Knife Mountain, the more difficult it is. Eighty meters away, everyone's speed is getting slower and slower, but this person is not, he is actually... faster and faster.

The figure was like a wind, jumping on the tip of the knife, and instantly passed sixty meters.

Is this stop?

No!

This is the beginning!

The man named Black Charcoal still had his speed. Moutong's expression was solemn. He was the one who had the most experience. How could someone break through sixty meters with a first-hand sword technique?

Seventy meters...

God, is this dreaming???

Can he still move forward and still move forward?

Even if it is the high-level sword technique, it is a double calm of spirit and physical strength when it reaches seventy meters, and the cycle of the exercises will enter a dead knot.

Especially with such speed without leaving a backhand, it is completely a matter of seeking death.

However, Wang Zheng swung around, paused a little in the air, and continued to move forward. The changes in the tip of the knife became more and more complicated, but it seemed that it could not be hindered at all. Unfortunately, no one could see Wang Zheng's expression.

Seventy-eight... Seventy-nine... Eighty...

this……

Bang……

When Wang Zheng reached eighty meters and stepped on it, the mist dissipated, the waves of fire surged into the sky, and instantly turned into a magma hell, and swords appeared and disappeared in the flames.
Chapter completed!