Chapter 233 Questions

Light suddenly shot out, and a large disk shining with pale color slowly rose from the top of Yin Yifan's head. With the flash of the soul-taking light, it can be seen that the disk is a huge gossip array, with clear black and white colors, slow rotation, and such a calm posture, as if it doesn't care about the green light that is suddenly blowing down on the top of your head at this moment.

"Boom..."

The blue and white met, and in an instant, it seemed that the huge stone pillar where the two were located suddenly shook. The power and sound generated by the collision of the two powers are more shocking than the sound of drums, which is the strongest turmoil since the beginning of the battle.

The whole collision lasted for three breaths, and I saw the green pillar of light released by the four-yuan people, as if splitting the mountain and cracking the ground on the gossip array slowly rotating three inches above Yin Yifan's head.

The size of the two is very different. The former is more than ten feet in size, and the length is five or six feet long. The latter is a gossip array condensed by Yin Yifan, which is shrouded above Yin Yifan's head. The diameter of the disk is only about one foot, and the thickness is even more negligible, less than an inch long.

However, there is such a huge contrast between the two. Under the bombardment, they persisted for several breaths. Even the whole stone pillar was inevitably shaken a little. Even the thick green and green power light known as the thousand-split palm finally dissipated weakly, but the gossip array above Yin Yifan's head has never been affected at all, and even the color has not faded much, and it is still such a slow rotation. The indifferent posture seems to be telling that it has grown here since ancient times, and the world cannot be shaken.

"Oh?"

On the huge stone pillars in the distance, many people stopped their movements, as if they were also shocked by the sudden roar. It was hard to hide their surprise on their faces and shouted softly, "This kind of collision is really lifeless. This is the first battle of the new conference of Xuanji Pavilion. As for such a life and death?"

"It's not that the two unlucky kids met and started to fight with each other without letting go. This makes my heart itch."

, another person gloated and smiled happily, as if he had killed one and disabled one, which could not move him at all.

In the sky, standing on the clouds, three peerless strong men with six yuan of strength are watching all the actions in the battle field. Seeing this, a few meaningful smells appeared on the old blue-shirted Lan's face. At this time, he gently rubbed his beard and raised a faint arc at the corners of his mouth. He said, "It seems that this boy really has some ability, so he is more determined that I want to take his heart."

"Impossible!"

At this moment, the person who has reached four yuan on the top platform can't stop showing an unbelievable look on his face. He took a deep breath of cold air, stared at the gossip array above Yin Yifan's head, and shouted, "Under the bombardment of thousands of cracked palms, although I hurriedly released it, it was enough to shake the general four-yuan mid-term strength. Why didn't it work for you? Are you still the strength of Sanyuanjing?"

"Oh..."

Hearing the words, Yin Yifan smiled faintly, and the gossip array above his head disappeared in an instant. He looked at the man in front of him and said to himself, "Under the devil training of the old demons and monsters, can I clearly distinguish the artistic conception of the four elephants and gossip? "

Although he thought like this, Yin Yifan did not answer the former's question, but he didn't breathe easily. He tightened the drum stick in his hand again and said lightly, "Your strength is not bad. It may not be too late to hit the drum on other boulder pillars while it's still early!"

"Hum..."

When the words fell, he no longer paid attention to the slightly dull four-yuan state in the moment. Yin Yifan couldn't hesitate to hit the seventh drum sound heavily.

Out of position, Yin Yi, pass!

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"Hu..."

On the way back, Yin Yifan couldn't help but reach out and rub his chest, sighed and said to himself, "By the way, that thousand split palm is really strong, and I almost didn't survive."

"Yin Yi!"

Suddenly, Yin Yifan heard a shout of joy behind him and looked back. Unexpectedly, it was Ke Helong who saw the uncontrollable joy on his face. It seemed that the battle had passed without danger.

"Passed?"

Yin Yifan showed a smile on his face.

"Well, you too!"

Ke Helong seemed to be in a good mood, and even the part that was humiliated by Kong Li an hour ago was automatically ignored. That's right. Since there are happy things, why do you have to think about those annoying things?

Yin Yifan nodded and did not answer. He knew that the other party must know his temperament and did not like to talk too much.

"Hehe..."

Ke Helong came with a smile and came to put his hand on Yin Yifan's shoulder, sighed, and said, "The rules are too cruel in this battle. In an hour, there are only 1,024 people left. I don't know how many brothers are left after this battle. One."

"I'm afraid it's not much!"

Although Yin Yifan also wants more of his fellow villagers to pass this battle, after all, if this battle passes, he can at least find a little position in the Xuanji Pavilion, and can even participate in the Xuanwu Army to hone his life and death, and the picture will soar in the future. But the reality is naturally cruel. More than 10,000 people, which is not a genius who has been praised in his city since childhood, for the rest of Shengxing City, it is really not easy to pass the cruel test of this battle.

"Ai..."

Ke Helong didn't know what Yin Yifan thought. At present, he had to sigh and gently waved Yin Yifan's shoulder and said, "I don't care. After this battle, there are still seven days left before the single battle on the list. How about you and my brother stroll around this prosperous Xuanwu City in these seven days?"

"Yes, but I still want to spend more time on cultivation. After all, the realm of Yuanli is still short of people."

Although Yin Yifan nodded, the words in his mouth did not show his yearning for this Xuanwu City.

"No wonder your boy is so strong. I didn't expect you to be a nerd who only knows how to practice. You can't be in a hurry to practice. Besides, you are younger than me."

"Hehe..."

The two walked and chatted a lot. Yin Yifan has always been unspeakable, and Ke Helong doesn't care much about some things he doesn't say to himself. The two gradually became friends from fellow villagers, and Yin Yifan also felt a rare trace of relaxation since the demise of Qifu.

But it's easy. Since he passed the battle, Yin Yifan's mind can't help but have many unsolved things.

The Miao Feng from the north of the empire and the mysterious and powerful Lord Meng. And what happened through Muyun City, and what other stories are there? What's more, where Qi Shen is now and whether his life is in danger. Shangqingzong has been separated from Qi Run for more than a year, but fortunately, the former seems to have lived a good life. But the biggest problem in front of us is the problem of this [Fengchen Nine]. Now that I have embarked on the cultivation path of the third foreign article, my strength will definitely be greatly improved in a short time.

However, it is another big problem. What is said above the nine parts of Fengchen clearly has nine chapters, but the scroll in my hand only records the first three articles. What should I do if I finish practicing? Where can I find the next part? This is a question that Yin Yifan has not dared to think about for a long time. The Dayuan world is so vast and boundless that he knows little about the Asian continent alone, one of these nine continents. What's more, he still nestled in an ordinary empire on this continent, Xuanji Empire, and I don't know when it will come to the beginning. How can I find an egg-sized scroll?

Thinking of this, Yin Yifan couldn't help muttering in his heart and rose a bold year. He said to himself, "That mysterious old man, the mysterious old man who gave me nine parts of the dust, is still his savior. Now it seems that the greatest possibility to get the nine parts of the dust is in him, and I don't know when If you can see each other again, even if you say thank you.

It's okay. Thinking about it, Yin Yifan's heart suddenly missed half a beat. Involutarily, he reached out and stroked his chest, and there was a faint warmth, which was particularly special than the cold in other parts of his body.

"Melting bones and burning blood fruit, the old man said that this product can suppress the cold poison in my body for three years, but gradually it is clear that the warmth in it is getting lighter and lighter, and I don't know if there are too many self-damaging moves in his battle. He always feels that this guy can't last for three years. At that time, what should I do? ?"

Thinking of this, Yin Yifan suddenly felt that his heart was half cold. For more than ten years, the cold poison was vivid in his mind. He finally didn't have an attack for more than a year, but he felt that it was not far from the outbreak.

"It seems that we have to find a way once and for all, and we have to find it as soon as possible. God knows whether this product is reliable or not!"

Yin Yifan was originally not an unfounded person. After listing one of the questions in his heart, he made up another idea.

"Hu..."

It seemed to have cleared the roads placed in front of him. Yin Yifan couldn't help taking a breath and stretched out his hand to insert the sweat in his forehead. Unexpectedly, a question soon appeared in his heart. He waved his head and said lightly, "Naxin Conference does not use the ice ability of [Fengchen Nine Departments] and does not use the four elephant gossip boxing. How can we achieve better results?"