"What? Dong Weng, you mean to say that Cai Quanhe and Zhao Feng both left some effort in the touchstone just now." Shangguan Xue asked in surprise.
"Isn't this impossible?" Shangguan Zi also felt a little puzzled, "Here the Dragon King is choosing his son-in-law. They don't use all their strength and sharpen their heads to rush forward. How can they hide their clumsiness?"
Dong Weng nodded, pointed to the audience, and said with a smile: "You will know if you read on, the key is in the third scene."
While the three people were talking, the second round of challenge had ended, and Ao Bing began to read out the results: "King Jinpeng, forty breaths. Square Wheel, thirty-six breaths..."
The Golden Peng King is the Golden Winged Peng King. When the results of the first round came out, he temporarily ranked first, completely surpassing Zhao Feng and Cai Quan.
However, a master appeared in this round that everyone did not expect. That was Fang Lun. Aramid was so low-key that no one noticed him just now. But at this moment, when his strength was displayed, he seemed to be
More than the two Young Masters of Dragon Palace.
Ao Bing read out the results expressionlessly, and then began to read out the candidates for the third round of challenge: "The challengers for the third round, Fang Tian, Wu Wei..."
The Touchstone challenge on the other side is in full swing, and on the towering Fairy Mountain, in a magnificent palace with carved beams and painted buildings, two old men are playing chess.
The old man sitting at the top was tall and majestic, wearing a golden dragon robe with a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon.
Opposite the old man in the dragon robe, sat an old man wearing a purple robe. The old man had a gloomy face and a sickly look. He had gray hair and looked decrepit.
The old man wearing a dragon robe is the supreme leader of the Red Scale Palace, the old Dragon King Ao Zheng.
The old man wearing a purple robe sitting below him was none other than Mo Hai, the great national master of the Red Scale Palace.
With a snap, the old Dragon King Ao Zheng dropped his last piece, stroking his beard and laughing: "Hahaha, Old Mo, you lost again, this is already the third game, don't you always give in to me, okay? I
There is no sense of achievement at all in winning against you like this."
Mo Hai put the black stones in his hand into the chess box one by one, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Your Majesty's chess skills are becoming more and more perfect, but I am indeed getting more and more old. I am old and useless.
I am still thinking these days whether I should abdicate in favor of someone worthy of my post."
"Are you abdicating the throne in favor of a worthy person?" The old Dragon King stared at Mo Hai with wide eyes, "Nonsense, if you were old, wouldn't I have become obsolete a long time ago? Don't worry, as long as I am still the Dragon King of the Red Scale Palace, you will be the leader of this dynasty.
Great Imperial Master."
Mo Hai stood up excitedly and thanked: "Mo Hai thanks your majesty for your unfailing kindness."
"Okay, you and I have been kings and ministers for so many years, and I still don't understand your character? Don't mention this matter again in the future. If we play another game, you must use your full strength." The old Dragon King said with a smile.
"I should do my best."
While the two were talking, a Dragon Scale Guard hurried in.
"Your Majesty, this is the news about the election of the Prince Consort just delivered by Dong Weng."
The Dragon Scale Guard respectfully handed Ao Zheng a Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Button.
This sound-transmitting button is made of top-grade jade, but the pattern on it is carved by the top craftsmen of Red Scale Palace. It is very valuable, and it is simply different from the one used by Huo Qilin Huoyue.
Ao Zheng took the sound transmission button and squeezed it, and Dong Weng's voice suddenly came from the air.
"Your Majesty, the illusion formation on the Sea of Bitterness has been destroyed by someone. That person is very interesting. He is a human race. Only in this realm do we know that he is a level five warrior."
"What? The Sea of Bitter Formation was broken open?" The old Dragon King exclaimed, with a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't help but look at the national master Mo Hai.
Mo Hai's eyelids twitched slightly when he heard this, and he shook his head and said: "It's impossible. To break through the Illusion Formation of the Sea of Bitterness, you need at least the strength of a god-general. The people participating in the Prince Consort election this time will have masters of the god-general realm. This is simply impossible.
"
The old Dragon King shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That person is not in the realm of a divine general, or even a warrior. He is just a human being. From what Dong Weng said, that person seems to be only a fifth-level warrior."
"Level 5 combat soldier?" Mo Hai opened his mouth in shock.
The pressure in Mo Hai's heart rose sharply. Before that, he had been extremely prepared for Fang Lun to become the prince-in-law, and personally improved Fang Lun's realm by a large margin. Unexpectedly, there were unexpected changes in just the first level.
The old Dragon King glanced at the hourglass beside him and said with a smile: "It's only been an hour. The postgraduate entrance examination must be over. I guess those lively people outside are challenging the touchstone. There's nothing interesting about a group of people beating up on a stone. Let's do it again.
After one game, let’s watch the third fight together. I believe that the last fight with real swords and guns will be interesting enough. Come on, let’s continue playing chess.”
Mo Hai agreed and looked up at the sea of clouds outside the window.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't worried. The Sea of Bitter Illusion Formation had not been broken by anyone for three thousand years. Unexpectedly, a miracle happened today. He didn't know what his proud disciple would do if he faced that human race.
However, when he thought that Fang Lun had obtained his true inheritance, even a genius at the level of the Dragon Palace Crown Prince, the Golden-winged Little Peng King, might not be his match, Mo Hai's heart suddenly dropped into his stomach.
On the other side, ten rounds of assessments have been completed, and it is finally Ye Dong's turn to take the stage.
Because Ye Dong was the last one to reach the other side, he deserved to be challenged in the last round.
Seeing Ye Dong coming to the touchstone, everyone's eyes turned to Ye Dong involuntarily. They wanted to see how long the guy who broke through the sea of suffering formation could last in front of the touchstone.
The examiner Ao Bing also looked at Ye Dong curiously. He also wanted to see how long Ye Dong could last.
Sisters Shangguan Xue and Dong Weng were all standing in the pavilion at the moment, watching intently. The three of them were also very curious about Ye Dong's next performance.
"Sister, how long do you think that guy can last?"
"I don't know either." Shangguanxue shook his head.
Shangguan Zi thought about it seriously and said: "Cai Quan insisted on thirty-two breaths just now. Cai Quan is his defeated opponent. I think since he can defeat Cai Quan, there is absolutely no problem in insisting on thirty-two breaths."
Hearing her sister mention this again, Shangguan Xue felt a little speechless. She had also participated in the Touchstone challenge. Of course she knew how difficult the challenge in that illusion was. She could barely persist for forty-two to
Forty-three breaths, she couldn't hold on for even one more breath.
She was not optimistic about Ye Dong at all. Although Ye Dong was lucky enough to be able to break through the Sea of Bitter Formation, it was purely a fluke. As for the challenge of this touchstone, it was not a chance at all. He had to rely entirely on his own strength.
People like Zhao Feng and Cai Quan are superior in practicing illusion since they were young, and have a solid foundation in cultivation. In the same realm, they are basically invincible.
As for the strength of Cai Quan's seventh-level soldiers, there is nothing to be curious about, because the proud men like them can break through at any time if they want to.
On the surface, it seems that he is three levels lower than Zhao Feng, who is already a warrior, but in terms of true strength, he may not necessarily be lower than Zhao Feng, and may even surpass Zhao Feng.
While everyone was thinking, Ye Dong's palm had already touched the smooth stone wall, and everyone around him was watching this scene quietly.
"Guess how long he can last?"
"I don't think he can hold on for long. A small human race, a guy at the bottom of the sea of suffering, only to find out that he is only a fifth-level soldier. It is not easy to reach this point. Can he pass the touchstone challenge? Kill me.
I don’t even believe it.”
"Hmph! A small human is only a fifth-level soldier. The human slaves who look after our home and hospital are ten times stronger than him. Just watch, he will definitely get out of here in despair."
Those who did not persist for twenty breaths cursed bitterly.
Ye Dong was completely unaware of those curses. He was completely immersed in a very severe world at the moment.
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As soon as Ye Dong's hand touched the stone wall, his soul immediately came to a world burning with anger. This world was completely red and the temperature was frighteningly hot. Even if a piece of iron was thrown in, it would probably turn into molten iron immediately.
Ye Dong is currently standing on a dark brown rock. There is dark red magma everywhere around him. Under his feet, the earth's crust is slowly cracking, and a large amount of magma surges out of the cracks. The magma rises and falls.
Like surging waves, the scorching heat could suffocate Ye Dong.
Ye Dong immediately united his mind and silently formed a protective shield around his body to resist the scorching temperature and scalding magma.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and the rock under Ye Dong loosened, and then the hot magma began to cover the stone, and then rushed to Ye Dong's feet.
The dark red hot magma made a hissing sound as soon as it came into contact with the protective shield around Ye Dong. Ye Dong jumped up and flew through the air with the protective shield.
However, when he was in the air, he realized that at a glance, everything he could see was dark red magma. At this moment, he was in a sea of magma.
"Oops! What's going on? This place is simply purgatory."
Although he knew that this was an illusory postgraduate entrance examination, as far as Ye Dong's perception was concerned, everything turned out to be so real. He could feel that the water in his body was losing rapidly, even if it was protected by a protective shield made of condensed vitality.
It is impossible to stop the loss of water in the body.
roar!!
A ferocious roar came out, and Ye Dong was shocked to see that ten meters in front of him, the dark red magma had condensed into a terrifying monster.
The monster was ten meters tall, with dark red scales all over its body. Its head looked like the head of a crocodile, but its body was the body of a giant python, with four legs as thick as pillars under its body.
The giant beast made of magma seemed to be alive. It roared and rushed towards Ye Dong quickly.
Ye Dong screamed secretly, activated his true energy, and swept back quickly. Although he was fast, the giant beast was even faster. It rushed forward, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed Ye Dong in one bite.