Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

However, Wu Fan could tell that this one named You Hu was far inferior to the previous iron tower in Medicine King Valley.

Soon, the two of them got close. At this moment, You Hu shouted loudly, swung the ax in his hand and struck Wu Fan. However, his hands were shaking a little at this time, as if he was struggling, and he was not at all. He lost the relaxed look of holding a giant ax in one hand.

When the giant ax was about to reach Wu Fan's head, Wu Fan smiled slightly and disappeared with a slight sway. When he appeared again, he was already behind You Hu. When Na You Hu When Hu reacted, Wu Fan had already punched him hard on the back, and there was a loud "bang" sound. He saw that You Hu was smashed out like a kite with a broken string, and "boom" It hit the ground with a loud sound!

However, physical cultivation is physical cultivation, and the physical strength of the body is unmatched by other monks. You Hu stood up and slowly looked at Wu Fan in front of him. His face was flushed now, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and a look of fear in his eyes. He was really shocked in his heart. He was shocked by the other party's weird magical power, and also shocked by the other party's elusive movement. How could he fight like this? As long as he enters the opponent's golden light, he will not be able to exert his full strength. Not only will his speed be too slow, but he will also have to devote part of his mind and body to resist the gravity, but the opponent will not be affected. , he couldn't touch the other party at all. Thinking of this, he had no other choice but to rush towards the opponent again. Just like that, after half a cup of tea, You Hu had no choice but to admit defeat. At this time, he was already seriously injured, but the opponent seemed very relaxed. There is no need to fight this anymore. In fact, this was Wu Fan's mercy, otherwise he would have been carried off the ring.

After Wu Fan returned to the stage, Ru Xue and others praised him again, making his face turn red.

But in the elder area, Li Ning's face was glowing red at this time, with a smile on his face, and he was talking to the elders around him. He completely lost the embarrassment he felt when his second disciple came to the stage. Of course, these elders were all praising Li Ning for taking on a good disciple, etc...

Even the leader Yu Linzi asked the elders around him who was Wu Fan's disciple. When he learned that Wu Fan was Li Ning's disciple, he smiled and nodded slightly.

At this time, all the inner disciples sitting on the stage were also talking about it. Some disciples didn't know Wu Fan and were asking people around them. They really couldn't imagine that a person with a tenth level of Qi training could , the strength is actually so terrifying.

Half an hour later, Jueshuang came on stage. Her opponent this time was a Qi Refining Dzogchen male monk. When Jueshuang saw the opponent, her cold and calm face finally changed. She also showed a solemn look. She knew her own strength. If she were a monk of the same level, she would not be afraid of anything. But if she met a Dzogchen monk, she would have no confidence in winning the competition. The result was just as expected. She was defeated within a cup of tea. When she returned to the table, Wu Fan and others rushed to comfort her, but Jueshuang did not react much. In fact, She knew in her heart that with her strength, it was impossible to compete for the position of core disciple.

Currently, in Li Ning's sect, only one disciple, Wu Fan, has not lost yet. After passing the last round of competition, only the last sixty-one people were left in the field. At this moment, the middle-aged elder Ruiyuan came onto the stage. He glanced at the last sixty-one people and then said: "The next game is the last round, but you still have sixty-one people left. I and several elders have decided that in the next round of drawing, if any disciple draws an empty lot, they can stop fighting for one round. After the top thirty are determined in the next round, he can choose any opponent among the top thirty to compete. If he wins, he can be promoted to the position of core disciple. If he loses, he will be eliminated. Do you understand?"

"Disciple understands!" Wu Fan and the other sixty-one people said in unison.

"Okay, let's start drawing lots." After speaking, Elder Ruiyuan turned around and walked back to the elder area.

When Wu Fan returned to the stage with bamboo pick No. 26, the final round of competition officially began.

After waiting for about an hour, Wu Fan finally walked onto the ring with everyone watching. This time his opponent was also a male monk, also a master of Qi Refining Dzogchen. He was quite talented and had a majestic appearance. , standing there like a handsome young man, but when he saw Wu Fan come on stage, his face instantly turned ugly. He had watched Wu Fan fight and knew that this was a powerful opponent, even though the opponent only had Qi Refining. He was at the tenth level of cultivation, but he had no intention of looking down on Wu Fan.

After Wu Fan came on stage, he first said: "I am a disciple of Danding Peak, Wu Fan!"

"I know you, I have watched you fight, and I know you are very powerful, but for the sake of my position as a core disciple, I will not hold back." The man said with a suspicious look on his face.

"I also really want to compete for the position of core disciple, so I can only feel sorry for my senior brother." Wu Fan said with a slight smile.

"Then let me see the real chapter!" After the man said that, he launched an attack on Wu Fan. He slapped the storage bag, and three flying swords flew out from the storage bag in an instant. These three flying swords Among them, one was a flying sword, a top-grade magic weapon. When the man released the flying sword, he cast spells again and again. He made a secret with one hand, then flicked his arm, and a bolt flew out of his hand in an instant. Daofeng Blade, this is not over yet, and then he violently slaps his palm forward, and suddenly a huge golden palm print forms in front of his palm, and attacks Wu Fan. He actually has the ability to fight quickly. Intend.

When Wu Fan saw that the opponent was so fierce, he stopped talking nonsense. He shook his body and released the golden light in an instant. When the three flying swords entered the golden light, their speed slowed down instantly. Wu Fan slapped his storage bag, and the Silver Moon Sword flew out and went straight to the opponent's top-grade magic weapon flying sword. As for the remaining two flying swords and wind blades of the opponent, Wu Fan ignored them and took them with his body. After a series of "bang bang bang" sounds, he was not hurt. At this time, the huge golden palm print had arrived in front of him. Wu Fan raised his right arm and punched forward fiercely. At the moment of his punch, a black fist shadow suddenly gathered in front of his fist and attacked the opponent's huge golden palm print. With a loud "bang", the golden palm print collapsed, and the huge fist print just became a little dimmer and continued to attack forward.

The man was shocked when he saw that all his attacks were easily blocked by the opponent. He didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful. He had only watched Wu Fan fight before and thought he was very powerful. When it was his turn to face him, he realized that the opponent was too powerful and he was not his match at all. However, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. Seeing that the opponent's black fist print was about to reach him, he suddenly swung forward with a palm. The golden palm print instantly reappeared and collided with the black fist print. After a loud "bang", the fist print and palm print all dissipated. At this time, Wu Fan had already used the extreme speed phantom to come behind the man and said, "You lose!"