Above the Immortal Cultivation

"Hu, ha!"

When everyone thought he could not dodge and could only withstand the blow, Wang Lu was calm, standing still like a mountain, his clothes fluttering, and he shouted twice, and threw two heavy punches.

"Boom boom!"

The platform was shaking under Wang Lu's violence, and when he looked carefully, Xiong Jie disappeared.

Wang Lu won.

This man was interesting. He retreated without fighting and unwillingly released his strange pupil method to test himself.

He had seen all kinds of storms and waves. When Xiong Jie deliberately left suspense, his powerful eyesight clearly saw the spiritual power of his slender eyes moving, and he immediately secretly mentioned his physical strength to prepare for a sudden attack.

As expected, Xiong Jie's magical pupil method surprised him, but he was unintentional and fought violence with violence, and Xiong Jie flew away when he punched.

He successfully made it to the top eight, only one round away from the highest ranking in the history of Fu Lou, and only three rounds away from the first place.

Platform No. 4 was the first to finish the fight in the 16-to-8 competition. He ignored the various looks and discussions and praises from the crowd, came to the edge of the square, and still released the formation to restore his strength in order to cope with the next competition. His intuition told him that the next round of 8-to-4 would be a tough competition.

Every second counts, he needs to complete his strength as soon as possible and maintain his peak state.

After half an hour, with the end of the fight on the seventh platform, the top eight of this exchange meeting were all decided.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the two-on-two duels in the Four Mountains, Wang Wufeng of the Five Beasts and the Sword Vein defeated the two core disciples of Ze Yue and Zhu Feng respectively.

As a legendary figure of the Four Beasts Sect, it is reasonable for the Five Beasts to defeat anyone, and it is not surprising.

However, Wang Wufeng of Daomai, who looked ordinary, just like his name, was plain and ordinary. He crossed two rounds in a thrilling way, but in this round, he was thundering in silence, showing his sharp edge. With the sword in his hand, he cleanly killed the core disciples of Zhufeng and made them lose their temper. He broke into the top eight without any dispute, which was really surprising.

His appearance, like Qin Ming of Fulou, came so abruptly and without any signs.

People talked about it and discussed it continuously, but they only found out that Wang Wufeng was brought back by an elder of Daoshan when he was two years old and accepted as a disciple. He was listed as a core disciple by Daoshan 25 years ago, and there was no further news.

For a while, the crowd was excited and cast curious and excited eyes at him.

Wang Wufeng just took a look, took a pill and meditated to recover.

Of course, apart from the internal fights between the other two groups of four mountains, Xiang Feng of Wuling and Feng Dian of Zeyue both defeated Jiang Ran of Dan Pavilion and You Yinglong of You Family without any danger and broke into the top eight.

At the end of this round, only four of the eight true disciples of the Four Mountains remained, and the rest were picked by the Five Beasts, Wang Wufeng, Wang Lu, and Tan Yu.

Just as the eight people were waiting for the grouping of the Unfixed Hand of Heaven and Earth to arrive, Qing Yu announced that the next grouping battle would be for the other eight people to grab the sixteenth place.

Like Wang Lu, the seven Tan Yu people who entered the top eight chose to recover quickly and ignored their competition.

In the first group, four-four duels were held to determine the four winners. In the second group, the losers faced off against each other. In the third group, the losers competed to select the fifteenth and sixteenth. Xiong Jie went through a lot of hardships and finally grabbed the fifteenth place, and did not become the unlucky one.

Just when Wang Lu was about to end his meditation, Qing Yu summoned the Unfixed Hand of Heaven and Earth again to select the second group of winners to fight with the first group of winners.

After this round, the fourteenth, thirteenth, twelfth, and eleventh returned to their positions, and what puzzled Wang Lu was that the ninth and tenth did not compete.

He guessed that perhaps there was no difference between the ninth and tenth, and the luck they obtained was the same, so there was no need to fight.

The battle from the ninth to the sixteenth took a full hour. Wang Lu was refreshed and removed the formation. He had recovered more than 90%.

Various countless noises filled the entire square under the blowing of the mountain wind and spread to the distance. Everyone was looking forward to the final battle between the top eight and the top four.

"Boom, boom!"

Before people could react, four of the eight high platforms on the square suddenly disappeared, while the other four continued to expand, and the area doubled.

People were in doubt, but Wang Lu knew that in order to prevent the high platform from being blown up by the magical powers of the eight people, the formation was combined into one. As the area became larger, the strength of the high platform was also strengthened and reinforced.

"The universe has no fixed hands, come out!"

Qingyu's affirmative and melodious voice like the sound of nature sounded again.

Above the four platforms, eight numbers flashed at high speed. People without super-strong divine sense could not catch the extremely short time that each number stayed for one tenth of a breath.

Even Wang Lu, who was concentrating and using divine vision, could only barely see his number jumping sharply above the four platforms.

"Huh!"

Everyone held their breath, and the group results were out.

His name appeared on the second platform, and his opponent was Feng Dian of Zeyue.

As the matchup appeared, people recovered from the quietness of the previous pin drop.

Waves of enthusiastic, excited, and high-pitched discussions and cheers continued to spread in all directions.

Wang Lu took a deep breath, stomped his foot, and soared into the sky.

The wind blew gently, and it was close to sunset. A golden glow stretched his shadow and the shadow of Feng Dian, who was steady and silent like water, very long.

The sun was setting, and the battle was just around the corner.