Even though his physical and mental energy continued to be consumed, in Yi Yun's mind, the wonderful deductions were making progress little by little.
The light in Yi Yun's heart continued to expand as he held on for longer, and the tracks that were originally blurry seemed to be carved in the void with a carving knife, becoming clearer and clearer.
He even felt that the space sensed by his body was expanding outward at an extremely slow speed along with the pain in his body.
Yi Yun felt a surge of joy in his heart, but at the same time he knew clearly that his physical strength was once again approaching its limit.
The moment he runs out of energy, he will definitely withdraw from this mysterious state...
Fortunately, when Lin Xintong left, there were still many bone relics left behind, and Yi Yun ate another bone relic.
Warm energy flows through the body.
Yi Yun's whole body was soaked with sweat!
By now, Yi Yun had stayed in the formation for an hour!
The young men in Jingzhou were all dazzled by what they saw.
There was no change in Yi Yun's movements. They pulled their necks and looked at him stupidly for a full hour, almost to the point of vomiting.
"Is this interesting?"
Someone protested!
But when they looked at Yan Menglong, they saw that the Tiandu City general was still stroking his chin and looking at Yi Yun with great interest.
I don’t know what’s so interesting about continuing the same action for so long.
Just when Mr. Jingzhou was getting impatient, and even the young master controlling the formation felt like he was about to fall asleep, they suddenly heard a voice that excited them.
"Add...one level!"
Yi Yun spoke. His voice was a little hard and hoarse. It gave people the feeling that he was on the verge of reaching his limit.
As he spoke, his sweat was dripping.
"More difficult? He is finally going to make it more difficult!"
The young men of Jingzhou who had been fighting with their eyes suddenly became energetic. Great, Yi Yun is finally ready to challenge the fifteenth level of difficulty.
The young master who controlled the formation licked his lips excitedly and pressed the fifteenth crystal.
Now you're done!
They all kept their eyes open, waiting to see Yi Yun being severely injured and vomiting blood after being beaten with cold iron blood beads.
"Buzz"
The cold iron blood beads roared. Due to the high-speed friction for more than an hour, each blood bead was slightly red due to the high temperature. One can imagine the power of such blood beads when they hit the body.
Song Zijun had a trace of confusion and expectation on his face. He also wanted to see what Yi Yun's limits were.
Suddenly, Song Zijun's pupils shrank, and he noticed that Yi Yun, in the center of the formation, had a strange change in his body movements.
Yi Yun's movements were slow and his movements were difficult. It seemed as if he would be hit by cold iron blood beads at any moment.
But in an instant, Yi Yun's movements became swift again, as if he had been relieved of a lot of burdens on his body, and his body once again exploded with astonishing strength and agility.
Afterimages appeared one after another around his body, and Yi Yun's shadow seemed to appear everywhere on the formation.
He reduced the weight of Liuyin Shirt to a minimum!
For a moment, Yi Yun's movements were at least 30% faster than when he started!
"Boohoo!"
Fifteen blood beads. Yi Yun dodged them all!
The blood beads shot back. Yi Yun tapped his toes and avoided it again. His movements were smooth and smooth, even smoother and easier than at level 14. Not a single blood bead could touch Yi Yun.
clothes corner!
"What!?"
Everyone was stunned. How could Yi Yun's speed suddenly increase?
The Jingzhou masters all had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and even the Dahuang disciples were a little confused.
Could it be that Yi Yun had retained his strength just now? But it didn't look like it. Every move he made seemed to be done to the limit, as evidenced by the sweat on his face and the slightly bulging veins on his forehead.
"Interesting!" Yan Menglong, who had been looking at Yi Yun with great interest, suddenly smiled.
Yi Yun, who was in the formation, had an inexplicable sparkle in his eyes at this moment, and the sweat was still rolling down his body, but his body felt much more relaxed.
The heavy and restrictive feeling that was tied to his body was much lighter. The reduced weight of the Liuyin Shirt undoubtedly allowed Yi Yun's body's suppressed potential to burst out a lot.
Facing level 15 difficulty, it’s just right!
Woo woo woo
The cold iron blood beads roared in the void, creating waves of wind traces visible to the naked eye.
Fierce winds raged everywhere.
And Yi Yun was like a petrel in the storm, flying back and forth freely!
Everyone around me was a little confused. This script was wrong.
At level 15 difficulty, shouldn't Yi Yun be hit by a blood bead and then be seriously injured and vomit blood?
The young men in Jingzhou couldn't understand. If they hadn't seen the increase in the speed of the cold iron blood beads with their own eyes, they would have thought that there was something wrong with the formation.
At this time, Yi Yun's words made their jaws almost drop in shock.
"Add one level, sixteen levels of difficulty!"
Yi Yun's voice was not loud, and it was even less obvious when mixed with the sharp sound of blood droplets breaking through the air, but when it fell into everyone's ears, they were all stunned!
The Master Jingzhou who controlled the formation couldn't help but trembled with his hands. He almost thought that he had heard wrongly. How could it be possible? Just now, Yi Yun could barely reach the fourteenth level of difficulty. Now, he actually wants to challenge the sixteenth level of difficulty?
Is he crazy!?
"I'll make you crazy, I'll make you mad. I'll let you know how difficult level 16 is. Do you think you can compete with Mr. Zijun?"
Master Jingzhou, who controlled the formation, pressed the sixteenth crystal hard.
At that moment, the entire formation flashed with light, sixteen cold iron blood beads shot out wantonly, and some of the surrounding crowd couldn't help but take a few steps back.
These sixteen levels of difficulty put a lot of pressure on Yi Yun!
Each bead of cold iron blood was like a flying fire meteor, exerting great pressure on Yi Yun's body and mind.
These cold iron and blood beads collide with each other from time to time, forming various retrograde and changes of direction, which are difficult to prevent.
The cold iron blood beads continued to compress Yi Yun's moving space.
buzz buzz
Yi Yun's ears were ringing, his heartbeat was racing, and his blood flow was reaching extreme levels.
"Crack!"
A drop of blood grazed Yi Yun's waist. The Feiyu suit on his body was torn apart!
Level 16 difficulty was obviously beyond Yi Yun's limit.
"ha!"
The young men in Jingzhou all let out a sigh of relief. Finally, this boy couldn't hold on any longer.
I didn't expect Yi Yun to have hidden his secrets before. I underestimated him just now, but he is still not as good as Mr. Zijun!
"Crack!"
Another stream of light flashed, and the sleeves of Yi Yun's flying fish suit were torn off, and a trace of blood flew out. Yi Yun's forearm was scratched!
At level 16 difficulty, the speed of the Cold Iron Blood Bead is too fast. With the fierce wind, tearing off the Feiyu Suit is as easy as tearing a piece of paper.
Seeing several more cold iron blood beads flying towards him, the attacks had almost no blind spots, and it was difficult for Yi Yun to dodge them!
In a flash of lightning, Yi Yun's figure flashed. He jumped out of the formation!
"Bah bang bang!"
All the blood beads hit the empty space!
"Um!?"
Seeing the scene of Yi Yun coming out of the battle, the young masters of Jingzhou were all disappointed.
"This kid is so cunning!"
They expected to see Yi Yun being beaten to pieces with broken bones and tendons, but he just gave up. Naturally, they stopped watching.
"Brother Yi, well done!"
The disciples of Dahuang cheered. Although Yi Yun couldn't even hold on for three breaths at the sixteenth level of difficulty. There was no suspense about his defeat to Song Zijun, but it was already remarkable that he could do this.
A young man who came out of the wilderness suppressed a group of young men from big families. Even if he was better than their first young master, he was not much worse.
This is certainly something to be proud of!
Today, the children of Dahuang have proved themselves and the glory of Dahuang.
"Brother Zhang, you have harvested a good seedling."
Liu Daer patted Zhang Tan on the shoulder and said sincerely.
At this time, he glanced at Yi Yun from the corner of his eye and noticed that the boy had taken off his Feiyu suit.
The broken Feiyu suit was thrown to the ground by Yi Yun like a messy piece of brocade silk, revealing Yi Yun's inner garment, which was a silver short shirt that looked extremely silky, like
It is a ball of gauze.
"Sorry, I want to take off my clothes."
Yi Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.
"Take off your clothes? You exercised too much. Are you too hot?"
Several young men from Jingzhou looked at each other and felt a little speechless. This Yi Yun was quite strange. To a warrior, this amount of heat was nothing. When the vitality started to circulate, the sweat would evaporate immediately.
But country people, they probably go shirtless when working in the fields, so they can understand.
But Song Zijun, who had been looking calm when Yi Yun was taking off his clothes, and even when Yi Yun turned on level 16 difficulty, was not too surprised, suddenly his expression changed drastically!
Including Yan Menglong, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and his big hand that had been touching his chin froze.
"Liquid Silver Shirt!"
Yan Menglong was stunned!
What?
People didn't understand why and looked at Yan Menglong strangely. With Yan Menglong's status, something that could make him lose his composure must be huge.
"Liquid Silver Shirt? Could it be Yi Yun's clothes that he took off?" The young men in Jingzhou looked at the gauze in Yi Yun's hand strangely. Apart from being a little thin, there was nothing special about it.
"Could this be..." Song Zijun looked at the flowing silver shirt in Yi Yun's hand in disbelief, "It is the third-grade flowing silver shirt with the Xuan name made by the Lin family! It is a top-notch treasure for practicing body skills and strength! You can buy it in the auction house, but the price is
It’s very expensive, and in many cases there is a price but no market.”
"The weight of the Xuanzihao third-grade Liuyin Shirt can vary from ten to one thousand cauldrons, as you wish. Not only that, it will also restrict people's movements. When wearing it, any movement will consume much more effort than usual. What did you just do?
Have you always worn this dress in the formation..."
Song Zijun's voice even trembled a little. He had also worn similar clothes, but they were not produced by the Lin family. He knew the models of Liuyin shirts very well.
What the hell?
The young men in Jingzhou were completely stunned when they saw Song Zijun lose his composure.
There was only one sentence echoing in their ears now, "Its weight can vary from ten to a thousand cauldrons!"
Ten tripods? The lightest one is also ten tripods!?
Are you talking about this dress?
Yi Yun, who had been wearing a flowing silver shirt weighing ten cauldrons, displayed a subtle level of movement in the cold iron blood bead formation?