After that round of competition, all the remaining 100 people are highly cultivated, so the showdown between them requires adjustments, otherwise it will be a bit unfair.

In this way, Shen Xinghun returned to Izuyun Peak. According to Wang Tianyun's instructions, he was already working hard to obtain the qualification to participate in the gatherings of the four major sects.

Wang Tianyun came out with a rare smile on his face. He stepped forward and asked:

"How about it?"

Shen Xinghun nodded. There was no pressure on him, and he easily got to this point.

Wang Tianyun had guessed that with Shen Xinghun's strength, he would probably have to fight for the top three, but just the initial competition, he would definitely pass.

The next day, Shen Xinghun got up early and breathed in Chenxi. This was something he had to accomplish every day.

Since the last time he went to the Land of Suns, he felt that the dawn was filled with an indescribable power. Perhaps because this is the first light between heaven and earth, the vitality contained is also particularly strong.

At this time, he stood up and headed straight for Hongmeng Peak in the distance, while a bell rang in his ears.

This is the bell that only sounds whenever there is something important to the Emperor Xuanzong. This time represents the official start of the competition for this quota.

Shen Xinghun is now a personal disciple. He can fly in Xuanzong, and only on Hongmeng Peak needs to land.

This represents a kind of respect. After all, this is the most important place in the entire Xuanzong and the first peak of the entire Xuanzong.

Shen Xinghun walked up step by step, and several figures had appeared there. When he felt someone coming up, he couldn't help but turn his eyes to Shen Xinghun.

On the horizon, a young man in white appeared. The man looked like he was twenty-five or six years old. With the birth of the sun, a dawn light broke through the sky behind him, as if with his appearance, it brought vitality to the world.

With his steps, the sun also appeared in everyone's vision. The scene seemed like a huge halo rose from behind a man. At this time, the sun actually became the foil of Shen Xinghun.

Everyone took a deep breath and felt a strange feeling in their hearts, as if the person in front of them was not the existence they could compete for.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew across the sky. It was a big axe. The axe blade was still shining with a cold light. After slashing through the sky, it suddenly fell on the mountain.

It was like the legendary giant axe of the sky, which separated Shen Xinghun's momentum in an instant.

Seeing that the giant axe was about to fall, if it hits the Hongmeng Peak, it would be punished by the Order Palace immediately.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared, and his speed was fast enough to surpass the light. Everyone felt a flash in front of their eyes, and a figure had already grabbed the axe.

It was a figure wearing a black robe, and he should be comparable to Shen Xinghun's age. At this time, the giant axe was firmly held in his hand, leaving less than half a foot away from the ground.

Shen Xinghun narrowed his eyes, feeling that this person was not good, and seemed to be targeting him deliberately.

The man in a black robe stood up, looked at Shen Xinghun coldly, and made a beheading gesture.

Shen Xinghun narrowed his eyes, and an electric light shot out from his eyes, heading straight for the man in black.

The man in black raised his hand and waved his hand, and a vortex appeared in front of him. Then the light in Shen Xinghun's eyes met the vortex, like a mud cow entering the sea, leaving no traces left.

The man in black smiled contemptuously, not taking Shen Xinghun's magical powers into consideration at all.

He turned around and walked forward. Shen Xinghun hesitated for a moment and did not continue to take action. He felt that the mutual test between the two of them would seem stingy if they were taking action.

With a sneer, Shen Xinghun also walked forward. He knew that the two would definitely meet, and that they would be in the battle field.

Finally, more and more people were here. After about half a cup of tea, all the one hundred people had arrived.

Shen Xinghun looked around and felt that except for the man in black, everyone else was relatively normal and did not show obvious hostility.

With the last person coming, the entire square was suddenly covered by a layer of light curtain, and outside the light curtain, three elders appeared.

Although these three people looked a little old, they contained unimaginable energy under their thin bodies. It seemed that they could suppress Shen Xinghun by just wavering his hand at will.

The three elders appeared, and the light curtain shook, and then jade tablets appeared, which seemed to have numbers written on them, but no one could see clearly what numbers were written.

This should be the jade token that determines who they are fighting against, and an old voice sounded.

"Everyone, whether you can win today depends entirely on your personal cultivation. You are not allowed to kill during the competition. Everything is over."

After the words came, the jade plaques stopped in the air. When everyone saw that, they stretched out their hands, but no one picked a piece.

Shen Xinghun looked at the numbers in his hand and said a big nine was written.

"The jade tags in your hands represent the person you want to face. Those who get the same number are the opponent."

The hundred people only felt the ground shaking, and then ten high platforms appeared. The high platforms were nearly ten feet high and should be about five feet in size.

Shen Xinghun took a step forward and had already walked to the high platform with nine characters flashing above. This is where he wanted to fight with others.

Shen Xinghun glanced downward, trying to see who his opponent was.

At this time, some people stood on the ten high platforms, some had already started the competition, some were still waiting, and some people confronted each other without saying a word.

Finally, Shen Xinghun's opponent appeared. This was a man in Taoist clothes, who should be around thirty years old, with a goatee beard, and at this time he showed an unfathomable expression.

Shen Xinghun smiled, then clasped his fists and bowed. He had seen the courtesy, and then he had already taken action.

He raised his hand and a sea of ​​stars instantly filled the entire platform. Then he turned into a butterfly, dancing gracefully in this sea of ​​stars, very extraordinary.

As this sea of ​​stars appeared, the man in Taoist clothes was stunned, and then he felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire, and every move was particularly laborious.

But he was not panicked, but there was a hint of unpredictable smile on the corner of his mouth.

The butterfly transformed into Shen Xinghun flew over. Its wings shook, and a whirlwind was raised. The whirlwind gathered more and more, and finally became a hurricane, heading straight for the man in Taoist clothes.

The man raised his hand and pointed at Shen Xinghun with difficulty, and said:

"puppet!"

At the outline of the word "two", it seemed that countless lines that others could not see bound Shen Xinghun's body, and his movements became strange.

This was not over yet. The man in Taoist clothes suddenly exerted force, as if a force was acting on Shen Xinghun. He flew over involuntarily and headed straight for the hurricane.

In just a moment, the scene had changed. It turned out that Shen Xinghun was dominant, and this time he was at a disadvantage.

As he was about to enter the range of the hurricane, the outside of the hurricane looked like countless flying dragons. In fact, the inside of the hurricane was even more lethal. If he was trapped in, he might be seriously injured.

At the critical moment, a light shone out from Shen Xinghun's eyes, and the light purple light rushed towards the man in Taoist clothes at an indescribable speed.

The man paused, and the silk thread controlling Shen Xinghun loosened as he seized this fleeting opportunity. Shen Xinghun was shocked all over, and countless light blades rushed out of his pores.

The invisible silk threads seemed not strong and were cut off by all the energy rushed out of Shen Xinghun's body.

In the end, Shen Xinghun shook his wings, and the hurricane disappeared, and replaced by colorful scale powder in the sky.

This scale powder is the attachment to the butterfly. It was shaken off by it at this time and it is quite powerful.

All the scale powder floated to the man in Taoist clothes, and finally wrapped him up.

This scene was very strange, as if the questioning butterfly in the air was about to turn the man in Taoist robe into a butterfly chrysanthemum.

The man in Taoist clothes frowned. Shen Xinghun's magical power made him feel very difficult, and he couldn't handle it at this time.

So he pulled it onto himself, and the layer of Taoist cloak instantly broke, and what was exposed inside was a blood-colored armor.

As the man's clothes changed, his whole aura was completely different. He was originally in a peaceful state, but instead he was overwhelmed with fighting spirit.

He roared to the sky, and all the scale powder collapsed instantly and turned into ashes.

After he escaped from the trap, he did not choose to retreat, but flew directly over, his fist covered with blood light, and he raised his fist and smashed it down.

The punch was as powerful as a rainbow, and Shen Xinghun had to deal with it carefully. He knew that he could not resist it, so he stepped back and said at the same time:

"Xiaomeng!"

The word "two" is like a big dream waking up. All the scenes that should exist in the dream begin to break, like glass. First, cracks appear, and finally turn into debris and disappear.

And these also acted on the man. The blood-colored armor on the man began to break, and then a costume appeared inside.

This should be a young man dressed up as a young man, elegant and simple, and at first glance, the image of a handsome young man appeared in his heart.

He pinched his throat and spoke a few operas, then raised his hand and waved it. The fallen flowers in the sky were colorful, and peach blossoms fell, like a paradise.

Shen Xinghun felt that there was murderous intent hidden in the fallen flowers, and his body shook and headed straight for the man.

The man whispered lightly, and then the petals changed rapidly, and finally formed a huge fist, and rushed straight to Shen Xinghun's back and smashed it.

Shen Xinghun felt a murderous aura appearing behind him, and couldn't help but turn around to resist the huge fist that was traveling with the petals.

In a panic, Shen Xinghun placed his arms on his chest, and then felt a powerful force attack.
Chapter completed!