At the moment of Wen Shao's sneak attack, Hua Ruoyuan also found out, but he couldn't stop it at all, let alone alert Ling Hantian. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I secretly sweated for Ling Hantian in my heart, but I didn't want Ling Hantian to hide so easily.

This showed that the True Yuan in Ling Hantian's body was still very abundant, and there was no exhaustion at all.

With this blow just now, Wen Shao desperately risked being deprived of his assessment qualifications by the Heavenly Xuanwu Academy, and launched a sneak attack on Ling Hantian.

This was simply the same end, and it didn't even have the slightest impact on Ling Hantian.

This really made it difficult for him to reconcile, because he had no second chance.

Sure enough, as soon as Wen Shao finished his sneak attack, he was wrapped in a ray of light and directly teleported out of the bluestone ladder, losing his qualification to continue the assessment.

Although he dodged Wen Shao's sneak attack, Ling Hantian was completely furious.

This Wen Shao is so despicable that he tries to use this method to disqualify himself from the assessment.

In his heart, Ling Hantian had already included this Wen Shao in the list of must-kill.

It was at this moment that the illusion in front of me changed dramatically again.

This is a carved jade attic, surrounded by light gauze tents, incense overflowing, in the pieces of pink light yarn, dozens of delicate girls are dancing, that graceful posture, that provoking red lips, I don't know how many young people will be boiling.

And these girls twisted their waists like water snakes, waved their slender hands, and walked towards Ling Hantian, they untied their clothes as they walked, and for a while, the whole attic was boundless in spring.

Looking at the boundless spring in front of him, Ling Hantian felt a heat rise in his heart, and the speed of blood flow suddenly accelerated.

"This is just an illusion, how can it disturb my heart."

Ling Hantian snorted lightly, suppressed the heat in his body, and adhered to the heart of martial arts.

But at this moment, a red figure gradually emerged, the widow Ya in red palace dress came barefoot, the faint red gauze contained mystery, and the whole body showed a charming atmosphere, and the graceful and colorful posture made the dry heat that Ling Hantian had just suppressed rise again.

"Damn, how can I have her in my heart!"

Ling Hantian shouted angrily, bit his tongue violently, and the pain in his heart came, and he suddenly regained his senses, and the illusion in front of him finally disappeared.

And at this moment, Ling Hantian's sweat wet his shirt, and at this time, Yan Song's figure stopped not far in front.

Tightening his hands, Ling Hantian raised his feet again and stepped out towards the bluestone ladder, and the illusion was no longer as dense as before, as Ling Hantian advanced, the gap between him and Yan Song became smaller and smaller.

"This Ling Hantian is almost catching up with Yan Song?!"

Sima Nan looked at the slightly thin figure on the bluestone ladder with some disbelief, his hands clenched tightly, and a chill rose in his heart for no reason.

"Haha, Ling Shaoxia's martial arts heart is really firm, it is fundamentally invincible, every step is so even, and it is even more rare that he has never shown a little tiredness until now, showing a profound true element. I'm afraid this point is difficult to compare with Yan Song. ”

Hua Ruoyuan looked at Ling Hantian's figure and became more and more satisfied, his eyes showed an undisguised glint of appreciation, he felt that this time it might really be right, and the final crux of the dispute between the prince and the Yan King may fall on Ling Hantian.

"How could Ling Hantian's True Yuan surpass Yan Song, who was refining the triple body, it was just because Yan Song had consumed a large amount of True Yuan before."

Sima Nan muttered in a low voice, scolding Yan Song eighteen times in his heart, the dignified thirty-six league champion, was caught up by a cold martial artist with a double body refinement.

At this time, Ling Hantian had already come to the stone staircase that was level with Yan Song, but his eyes suddenly froze, and the pressure like a sea surged, his body trembled, and an illusion appeared in front of him again.

In front of is a 10,000-meter-high mountain, people stand at the foot of the mountain only feel their own insignificance, look up towards the top of the mountain, there is a cyan figure with hands on his back, rich like jade, standing on the top of the mountain, this is a man's figure.

As if sensing Ling Hantian's presence, the man slowly turned around and looked at Ling Hantian condescendingly, like a god of the Nine Heavens looking down on mortals.

"Ling Tianyang!"

Seeing the man's face, two cold lights suddenly erupted in Ling Hantian's eyes, and his body trembled violently.

This is the Ling family's arrogant sun, a peerless genius who has endured many humiliations, and now he has been valued by King Yan, and he has an incomparably significant influence in the Tianxuan Kingdom.

The man on the top of the mountain quietly looked down at Ling Hantian at the foot of the mountain, with a faint mockery on the corner of his mouth.

"No, this is not really Ling Tianyang, this is my inner demon."

At this moment, a green stream crossed his heart, and two rays of light burst out from Ling Hantian's eyes, and he actually saw through the delusion.

Seeing through the delusion with his eyes, and not being hindered by the demons in his heart, Ling Hantian returned to reality, and the Wuji True Yuan Technique in his body was operating to the extreme, and the True Yuan surged, resisting the heavy pressure on his body, and walked towards the end of the stone ladder step by step.

With the passage of time, more and more candidates have been passed out, and there are less than 1,000 candidates who are still on the bluestone ladder, and the elimination rate of the first level of horror can be seen in general.

Among the less than 1,000 candidates, the figure with a heavy knife on his back led the way, walking at the front of the stone ladder, and nearly 100 steps behind him, he was the champion of the Thirty-six Cities League, Yan Song.