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In the arena, Ge Bei looked at Du Yun with great interest, and continued, "I never thought that in just one month, you could break through from the first level of Zunling to the third level of Ancestral Spirit, how did you do it? "

Du Yun looked at Ge Bei with a smile: "It's all thanks to Elder Ge's kindness not to kill."

"Hmph! Stop being so glib, if you really want to thank me, quit the game."

"It's impossible to withdraw from the competition. I still have to go to the inner courtyard to find my friends." Du Yun said firmly.

Ge Bei's face turned cold for a moment: "So, you are looking for death!"

"Is it too early for Elder Ge to say such things? If I beat you to the bum in a while, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

Ge Bei said with a cold face: "If you can defeat Qu Xing, you really think you are invincible in the outer court? Then I will show you some color."

boom!

Ge Bei made the move as soon as he said it would.

A palm fell, and the vitality of the void surged, and a huge handprint emerged, falling like a cloud.

Du Yun's expression changed. He could clearly feel that Ge Bei's aura was far stronger than Qu Xing's. This guy was obviously not at the fourth level of the Ancestral Spirit, and he might have stepped into a higher realm.

At this moment of bewilderment, the palm fell on Du Yun's body, directly knocking him to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

Whoa!

There were screams and ups and downs on the training ground.

"Elder Ge is too fierce! Du Yun was injured in one move!"

"It seems that everyone thinks highly of Du Yun. He is no match for Elder Ge."

"Master! Get up quickly! Don't scare me!" Bai Jiao's heart hung in his throat.

Zhuang Yang, who was standing aside, finally showed a smiling face, cursing in his heart that Du Yun should be beaten to death.

After falling to the ground, Du Yun stood up quickly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ge Bei: "What realm are you?"

Ge Bei laughed loudly: "I have been preparing for this year's Inner Court Disciple Selection Conference for three years. You kid has only been here for a month, and you want to snatch my spot? Stop daydreaming. "

Du Yun looked at Ge Bei again, the aura on his body rose sharply, but it didn't seem to be his own, because although the aura was majestic and powerful, it didn't have a continuous trend. "Could it be that you took some kind of elixir to let your cultivation skyrocket temporarily." Du Yun guessed a thing or two.

Ge Bei's expression changed, and he said with a smile: "Haha! Now that you've seen it, I don't want to hide it. Anyway, the Inner Court Disciple Selection Conference didn't stipulate that you can't take pills. I took a Violent Spirit Pill, and now I'm cultivating You have raised two small realms and stepped into the sixth level of the ancestral spirit. If you are a waste of the third level of the ancestral spirit, you want to fight with me, and you are looking for death."

It is recorded in the ancient alchemy book that if you swallow this pill, your cultivation can be raised several levels in an instant. The effect of the medicine usually lasts for six hours.

"In order to enter the inner courtyard, you even took pills like Baoling Pill that damage your vitality and foundation, is it worth it?" Du Yun said.

Ge Bei had a crazy smile on his face: "What's not worth it, as long as I can enter the inner courtyard and become an inner disciple, it doesn't matter even if I let Lao Tzu fall to the Venerable Spirit Realm. Do you know how many precious resources there are in the inner courtyard, and there are famous teachers to give advice?" , it’s much faster than groping and cultivating by yourself.”

"Hearing what you said, I'm also ready to move towards the inner court, what do you think should I do?" Du Yun sneered.

"It's up to you, don't fantasize about entering the inner court. At least you have no chance this year. I advise you to admit defeat obediently and participate in the selection of inner court disciples in three years. With your current strength, no one would dare to call yourself the elder of the outer court." To put it bluntly, wouldn't it be nice for you to be like an emperor in the outer courtyard."

Ge Bei wanted to persuade Du Yun to withdraw, so that he could do nothing again.

"Then what if I don't quit?" Du Yun looked indifferent.

"If you don't quit Lao Tzu, your skills will be abolished, and your hands and feet will be broken." Ge Bei's eyes were full of fierceness.

"I want to see if you have that ability."

Du Yun punched directly, and tigers roared in the arena.

He no longer held back his hands, and released all the vitality in his body, swiping with overwhelming momentum.

Ge Bei's expression changed slightly, and then he sneered again and again.

Although Du Yun had reservations before, his real strength was nothing more than that. In Ge Bei's view, there was no threat at all.

So, Ge Bei directly greeted him with several palms, and the cloud of palms overlapped in the air, rising from the ground like ocean waves.

Bang bang bang!

The attacks of the two quickly collided with each other, and the mountains were undulating, and there were continuous explosions on the ring.

The billowing vitality was surging like a sea, covering the entire arena directly. From the outside, only layers of clouds and mist could be seen, and the fighting situation inside the arena could not be seen with the naked eye.

"This is too fierce. I didn't expect the ancestor spirit realm to be so powerful. If the power of the fairy spirit realm makes a move, wouldn't it be like mountains falling apart?"

"Who can see clearly the fighting situation in the arena? Spiritual consciousness can't get in at all."

Nearly ten thousand disciples on the martial arts training ground are basically in the respected spirit realm, and it is difficult for the divine sense to penetrate the aura of the monks in the ancestor spirit realm.

However, the two elders on the judging panel and many inner court disciples could clearly see the fighting in the arena.

At this moment, Du Yun and Ge Bei were constantly fighting each other. You punched and I attacked back and forth fiercely, and for a while, it was even a draw.

"Junior Sister Wuxin, you were so blind back then. You refused to accept such an outstanding disciple, and you reluctantly let him join the outer court for the sake of disciple Bai Jiao."

"Haha! Since Junior Sister Wuxin doesn't like Du Yun, I'll accept this kid as an apprentice. He stepped from psychic to ancestral spirit in a month, and at the third level of ancestral spirit, he leapfrogged to challenge the sixth level of ancestral spirit. It is really rare for an opponent to persist until now."

Ge Bei laughed again and again, and deliberately said that there was no way out, so that Wuxin would dispel the idea of ​​competing with him for Du Yun.

Master Wuxin was holding back her anger in secret, but she couldn't vent it out. She had to admit that she had been mistaken at the beginning. With Du Yun's aptitude and talent, it was no worse than Lei Linggen's Baijiao.

"Senior Brother Lei Shan, when everyone has dull eyes, it's not a big mistake. Now I'm also optimistic about disciple Du Yun. After today's meeting is over, let him choose." Wuxin was unwilling to back down.

Lei Shan's old face turned cold, and he said angrily: "Junior Sister Wuxin, are you deliberately against me, right? Back then, I took a fancy to disciple Bai Jiao, and you snatched it away from me. Now that I have a crush on Du Yun, you still want to fight with me?"

Wuxin said indifferently: "Brother, what you said is wrong. You and I both love talents and cherish talents. As for who Du Yun chooses, that is his own right. How can you blame me?"

"Hmph! Disciple Baijiao is Du Yun's partner. If he is allowed to choose by himself, he will naturally choose to be under your name." Lei Shan snorted coldly.

Master Wuxin was delighted in her heart, and said calmly on the surface: "Then you can't blame me, Junior Sister."

The conversation between the two ended in unhappiness again.

At this time, there were loud noises from the arena, and under the spiritual observation of Master Wuxin and the others, Du Yun was hit with several palms and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha! Senior Sister Bai Jiao, that kid Du Yun failed, he can't join the inner court."

Zhuang Yang has already stepped into the ancestral spirit, and he can clearly see the situation on the ring, so he deliberately told Bai Jiao.

Bai Jiao was immediately anxious. She had been cultivating hard in the inner courtyard for a month, and she had only stepped into the fourth floor of the Zunling, far away from the ancestor spirit.

"Master, isn't he injured? Why didn't he come out of the ring after he was defeated?" Bai Jiaolian asked.

"That kid is lying motionless on the ring, life and death are uncertain, I think you should forget about him, he can't even enter the inner court, he is not worthy of you at all." Zhuang Yang said in a strange tone.