In the evil realm of illusion two thousand seven hundred feet later, Xiong Feixiu is a rare person who has led his entourage forward.

Two old men sandwiched Xiong Feixiu in the middle, one on the left and one on the right. The two old men were engraved with mysterious runes, emitting a blue light, covering the three of them.

"Those idiots are probably still stuck outside the evil illusion." Xiong Feixiu sneered disdainfully: "I, Xiong Feixiu, will be the number one in the world in the future!"

The two old men had a bitter face, my young master, your confidence is too bloated.

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Wen Xiao was climbing slowly, his speed was neither fast nor slow. His skin was still wrapped in white bandages under his clothes, but there were tiny golden insects crawling in and out in the gaps of the white bandages. The insects made a thin sound like mosquitoes, and the low voices of the insects gathered together, making people feel depressed when they heard it.

But Wen Xiao's face was calm. This was his way to fight against evil illusion, and the sound of insects could resist the erosion of evil illusion for him.

...

Du Ni said goodbye to the two professors in the morning and set off on the road alone. Now he is not like a scholar climbing up. His rolled-up trousers are wrapped in black mud, looking like a farmer farming from the farmland.

But he didn't care, but muttered with a bitter face: "This off-road test is really a distortion. I don't know what the saint thought. If there is really danger, I'd better retreat quickly. Now work hard first, and hope not to lose to the company again this time."

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If you look at the Xuanguang Jade Wall, you can see eleven candidates who climbed more than 2,700 feet, and the slowest person waiting for Thirteen Swords, he got up the latest and set off the latest. Now the height of climbing is also the lowest for eleven people.

He was still lazy and stopped three steps, and pointed out like a sword, then took three steps. Judging from his speed, it was estimated that it would be difficult to climb up a hundred feet after the off-road test...

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Dongfang Feng was full of jade and he climbed up silently. He had a great idea. Whether it was Gaoxiang Academy, the secret disciple of Baixiang Temple, or Zhang Li Xiaohu, he actually didn't take it in his heart. He was destined to be a man who revitalized the Dongfang family. He could not lose to those people in the off-road test. He had to win!

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In the wind and snow, an obese man dragged a large black wooden barrel forward. The barrel was as tall as him and thicker than his waist. His face was bitter and he turned his head to look at the barrel from time to time: "Bucket, bucket, you can't fall off the chain at critical moments, it depends on you now."

"I said I shouldn't come to Gaoxiang County. It would be great to stay in Feihe County. Don't have to climb such a dangerous snow-capped mountain. Grandma really hurt me."

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The young geniuses are making their final efforts, and Zhou Fan is no exception.

Before noon, he had climbed up a hundred feet. Within this hundred feet, he was eroded by evil devils several times, but they were all broken by him using the first needle of the illusory Nine Needles Secret Method.

I have to say that the secret technique of the Illusion Nine Needles is even more useful than he thought. Just the first needle can support him by one hundred feet.

Even the pain of the needle pricking the heart hurts every time.

But this still made Zhou Fan feel excited. The first needle has such an effect. Maybe it may climb up three hundred feet, or maybe it may not be able to use nine needles. You just need to be alert to the monster raid.

I thought so, but Zhou Fan still did not relax his warning. He had already taken out the second long needle of the nine needle for spare.

It is now 2,800 feet high.

When you look up, you can vaguely see the outline of the mountain top covered by bright red clouds.

With the bright red clouds, Zhou Fan's face became solemn. He didn't know what other candidates thought, but he would rather have lower grades than try to reach the top. The ghost burial coffin has not left, and the danger he faces is likely to be on the top of the mountain.

While Zhou Fan was on guard and pondering these things, his vision blurred again.

The evil illusion is coming again.

Zhou Fan skillfully inserted the first needle into the Danzhong point, and the pain of the needle stabbing the heart came again. Zhou Fan endured the pain, and his face quickly changed slightly.

Because the vision became a little weird.

He saw an old woman in black clothes, holding a black cloth umbrella, and the wrinkles on her face were stacked one by one, densely packed with irregular vortexes like lines.

The old woman was smiling at him, and her smile was so sensation that it made people panic.

Puzzles appeared all over Zhou Fan's body, and the small skin particles that emerged were getting bigger and bigger, swelling into granulation, and tending to become tumors. Zhou Fan felt that his body was collapsing.

The dragon god's blood boiled slightly, trying to kill this cold and weird power.

Zhou Fan gritted his teeth, endured the evil erosion, took off the second long light green needle from his clothes, and stabbed it into the six-inch Juque point on the navel.

Just as the pain of a sharp awl piercing into the thigh came, the pain of the second and first needles of the Illusion Nine Needles made Zhou Fan exhale in pain.

But the strange power of the illusory needle instantly made the old woman holding a black umbrella disappear, and the abnormality in her body was quickly recovering.

After Zhou Fan confirmed that the evil illusion had receded, he moved his fingers slightly and pulled out the two long needles.

He was relieved from the pain.

"This is too terrible." Zhou Fan showed a look of fear on his face, fearing both the terrible and the severe pain of the illusory Nine Needles.

This is the second shot.

Zhou Fan was a little suspicious. Could anyone really be able to survive the nine-needle stacking?

No wonder Zhao Yazhu and the secret method of the Illusion Nine Needle mentioned that the ninth needle should be used with caution, otherwise it will really cause the soul to collapse.

Zhou Fan quickly climbed forward again. Now he was only at the level of 2,820 feet, so he was forced to use the second shot.

I hope the third shot will be used later.

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Just as Zhou Fan climbed, some of the eleven candidates had to give up going down the mountain.

It was Dongfang Feng, his eyes were red, and cracks appeared on his jade body.

"How could I stop here? I'm not willing to give up!" Dongfang Feng growled. He tried to raise his foot forward and climb upward, but the evil illusion became more and more powerful, and the jade body was in a tendency to break.

Dongfang Feng showed a look of fear on his face. He retracted his feet, was silent for a while before sighing and walking down the mountain.

Zhongtian and others under the mysterious jade wall looked at the light spots that Dongfang Feng moved downwards. Old Master Zhang Li asked calmly: "How many feet of his grades are he?"

"Two,807 feet." A teacher gave the exact number.

This is accurately measured through the height of Xuanguang Jade Talisman and Qianhuan Snow Mountain.

"This result is already very good." Nakata said with a smile.

Old Master Zhang Li didn't care. He looked at the spot that represented Zhang Li Xiaohu, and he was more concerned about how far Zhang Li Xiaohu could go.

Now everyone knows that two thousand eight hundred feet is another dividing line.
Chapter completed!