Zhang Fan seemed to be crazy, madly heading towards the huge peach tree beside him.

And with every blow he hits, there will be a tingling and muffled noise over his head.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

He kept beating peaches down, and every time he raised his head, the peach-filled canopy on the top of his head remained unchanged.

But the ground is already covered with peaches.

Zhang Fan clenched fists with both hands, and his swing towards the peach tree became slower and harder.

Soon he exhausted his energy and sat slumped on the ground with his back leaning against the peach tree.

He picked up a peach casually, and when his gaze stayed on the peach in his hand, all of the peach that fell on the ground disappeared.

Among the countless peaches on the ground, only one was left in Zhang Fan's hands.

When he gathered his eyes to his feet again, the empty ground really shocked Zhang Fan.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground, and then weakly leaned against the peach tree.

The peach in his hand was still tightly surrounded by him.

"Damn! Let me out!"

Zhang Fan roared, and bit the peach abruptly.

As if that peach was the key to trapping him.

And the sweet taste and full juice seemed to keep telling him that this was not an illusion.

Is all this true?

Zhang Fan began to doubt all of this, and the peach in his hand really shed his tooth marks.

Three times and five divided by two, Zhang Fan gnawed the peach in his hand until only one pit was left. When he wanted to throw it on the ground at will, the movement in his hand suddenly stopped.

Instead, Zhang Fan looked at the sky and threw it towards the sky.

The peach core seemed to perceive the ground in the sky, and flew out into the air abruptly, obviously without the intention to stop.

While flying, the peach core suddenly disappeared.

It really disappeared.

Zhang Fan saw it with his own eyes.

"It is indeed a phantom!"

Zhang Fan was even more convinced that all of this was an illusion, but the person who used the illusion was more capable and deceived him.

How could it not be clever?

This illusion is displayed by the peach stick!

Zhang Fan suddenly felt in his heart, yes! All this is given by the peach stick.

With the strength of the mahogany stick, it is too simple to make such a illusion, and, according to those gods, this mahogany stick is completely enough to make a more powerful illusion.

Is this a test?

Zhang Fan's heart suddenly tensed, and a sudden realization rushed into his mind.

It must be a test!

Zhang Fan squeezed his fist slightly.

At this moment, somewhere in the peach forest, an old man who was sticking a stick very similar to a peach stick smiled very kindly.

"Well, this kid is not too stupid."

Zhang Fan raised his foot again and took a step, and in a circle, he saw the huge peach tree from a distance.

He doesn't know how many times he has been back to this place.

And every time, when the peach tree appeared in his field of vision, he would be sure that he went around again.

"This is the goal!" Zhang Fan secretly said.

"Every time I walk here, I think I go around a circle, and then walk under the peach tree, and all my movements will eventually be trapped by this goal."

"This goal is actually a false illusion, and the entire Taolin is a false illusion!"

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth slightly, clenched his fists, pretending not to see the peach tree, and was arrogant.

Continue to walk in that direction.

Even, gradually closed his eyes.

The kind old man in Taolin also squinted his eyes slightly: "It seems that this one really can't sleep you, not bad~"

The old man seemed to see something particularly happy, smiled and nodded, then turned around abruptly and disappeared.

When Zhang Fan opened his eyes again, he was greeted by Tongtian Pagoda, as well as Ye Yi with his eyes closed not far away like a statue, and Tieguai Li on the other side.

"call--"

Zhang Fan let out a sigh of relief. At this time, the sprout on the peach stick in his hand had already blossomed into a green leaf.

The vitality almost overflowed that spore.

The peach stick in his hand exuded a more emerald green aura, and at this time, Zhang Fan did not mobilize the slightest bit of his divine power.

This is what Li Tieguai said, to inspire the breath in the peach stick, rather than using his own divine power.

Zhang Fan looked at Tieguai Li on the side in surprise, his eyes seemed to say again: "I want to try."

Tieguai Li raised his chin to Ye Yi, indicating that he was not in a hurry at this time.

Ye Yi was still in his epiphany.

Zhang Fan's external strength does not seem to have been improved, but being able to inspire the strength of the Mahogany Staff means that his strength will definitely not be lower than someone who is equal to or even slightly stronger than him.

After all, this mahogany staff is a sacred artifact.

It didn't take long for Ye Yi's body to burst out a biting wind of divine power.

"Om!"

A golden divine power soared into the sky, and the light shone the entire eleventh layer white.

After a few breaths, Ye Yi opened his eyes.

At the moment when the eyelids were raised, a golden glow dissipated around like a sharp sword.

Zhang Fan immediately felt a strong killing intent.

"So strong! Big Brother Ye!" Zhang Fan was very pleased to look at his older brother who had been taking him and Wan Sen to experience together before.

Ye Yi smiled slightly, and the strength of his body was immediately taken away by him.

Immediately he arched his hands towards Tieguai Li:

"Thank you Li Shenxian for your advice."

Tieguai Li still squinted his eyes and waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, this is the relief of your understanding, and it has nothing to do with me. Now that you both wake up, it is better for you to discuss with each other, so that you can know that you have improved. How many."

"how?"

Tieguai Li looked at the lively posture, leaning on the side in the air, Ye Yi and Zhang Fan looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother Ye, I am not as strong as you, so I can only catch the peach stick."

After the words fell, Zhang Fan held the peach stick in both hands and assumed a fighting posture.

And Ye did not draw out the Chaos Seal and Chaos Clock.

If these two magic weapons are taken out, no one in the human race can beat him.

Maybe Qin Zihan could fight him, but the others had no chance of fighting.

"Okay! Come on!"

The divine power in Ye Yi's hands exploded violently, and the rich divine power instantly turned into a sharp sword.

Zhang Fan waved the peach stick in his hand and immediately shook it towards Ye Yi.

"Hoo-bang!"

The mahogany staff collided with the sword transformed by the divine power, and there was a muffled sound. The divine power of the entire eleventh floor of the Tongtian Tower was suddenly overwhelmed by these two stirrings, and it was extremely chaotic.

All the energy turned into hurricanes, frantically surging in this layer.

Tieguai Li leaned aside in the air, watching the fight between the two, and then gave instructions:

"Zhang Fan, although you have a peach stick as a source of energy in your hand, you can still mobilize the divine power in your body, but remember that you cannot combine the two powers. Your strength is too low and will only be offset."

"Try to use your body with the help of divine power, and use the peach stick to use your body's aura to exert stronger power!"