Chapter 106

Originally, the new record of Shizhen Beibei may not attract the attention of the practitioners in Wufeng Middle School.

Because everyone knows that this new record must have been created by Zhong Wen, and everyone is accustomed to it and it is commonplace.

However, when I heard that this new record was created by an unknown mysterious disciple, it was enough to arouse everyone's curiosity.

Later, it was reported that Zhong Wen returned to battle again, but still lost to this mysterious disciple. Now he has entered the battle for three times, but the result is unknown.

The battle of the two top geniuses in the front is equal to the performance of the front at the end of the year.

Not to mention the many young disciples who love watching the lively, even the first seat of Wufeng's heart, there was a little curiosity.

The number of people gathered in front of the ten battle towers has not decreased, but more and more!

In addition to the disciples of the Fengfeng, other Sifeng disciples also came here to watch the final result.

Among the spirit peaks, headed by Feng Haoyu, a group of spirit peaks came, and the fat man was among them.

Seen in three months, the fat man has reached the eighth-level peak of condensed gas.

The appearance of tenderness caused a commotion, most of the disciples' eyes fell on the iced beauty.

In less than a year, privately, many people have regarded meekness as the first beauty of Wufeng.

But not only because of her cold beauty, but also because of her own strength. Now, like Feng Haoyu, she has reached the pinnacle of Ningqi.

At the end of the year, Lingfeng Yuyi was the biggest competitor of Feng Haoyu.

Not only that, but Rufu also showed amazing talent in Fuyu.

At the end of the year, Fu Feng is more likely to compete for first place in the art!

A crowd of disciples from Dan Feng and Fu Feng arrived, and in Xue Feng, Xue Yi and others also came to the news to make fun.

There are only three months left at the end of Wufeng compared with the arts. This time the battle of ten towers should be the biggest event between Wufeng and the arts before the end of the year.

In the blink of an eye, most of the third day had passed.

When dusk came, the light on the fifth floor of the ten-tower tower was shining, meaning that Zhong Wen broke into the sixth floor again.

As long as within half an hour, Zhong Wenneng can break through the sixth floor and regain his own glory-the first person in the front!

The fat man pushed away from the crowd, came to Xue Yi, and whispered, "Brother Xue, why haven't you met my brother recently?"

"I haven't seen him for a few days, but there should be nothing, don't worry." Xue Yi comforted.

The fat man frowned, muttering: "Strange, there are no people in three months, and there is no one in Dongfu. I'm thinking about helping my brother to improve the sword fighting technique."

Xue Yi smiled and said nothing.

In his view, Su Zimo Xu realized that there was no hope of winning at the end of the year and went out for a reason.

In this way, you can avoid Wufeng comparative art at the end of the year. Although it will inevitably be ridiculed by others, it is better than defeat in the public eye.

At this moment, on the sixth floor of the ten array tower, a burst of burst of light burst out, shining brightly.

"Success!"

"How long does it take?"

"It seems to be only three quarters, less than half an hour!"

"It is worthy of Brother Zhong. After all, there is a strong foundation to support the matrix formation, and the details are there."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and some of the peak disciples who had made good contact with Zhong Wen looked relaxed and sighed with relief.

Before long, Zhong Wen was teleported out of the tower.

At the same time, a spot of light flashed at the top of the ten array monument, a line of handwriting emerged: "Zhong Wen, crossing the sixth floor of the ten array tower, it took three quarters of an hour!"

"Not bad."

Elder Luo smiled and nodded.

"Brother Zhong, congratulations, congratulations."

"Still Brother Zhong is terrific. Breaking through the sixth floor is so fast!"

Some of the front disciples quickly hugged fists.

Feng Haoyu carried his hands and nodded to Zhong Wen.

Feng Haoyu's arrogant temperament, in Wufeng's position, can give Zhong Wen such an expression, which is enough to save face.

Zhong Wen smiled, and Yang Yang said, "Everyone is quiet."

The noise in the crowd subsided.

"Today I can return to the top of the ten monuments, thank you for your concern, everyone has been affected these days. But ..."

Zhong Wen's words turned sharply, his eyes were full of joy, and he pointed ten points at the tower, saying loudly: "What I want to thank most is this unknown disciple. I have said that his appearance only forced one Strong me ... "

The word "I" was not finished by Zhong Wen. The tone changed suddenly, and the pupils contracted violently in his eyes. It seemed that he saw something terrifying!

Everyone followed Zhong Wen's pointing.

The array of light on the seventh floor of the ten array tower is already shining!

The light was a little harsh.

I do not know when Elder Luo stood up and stared at the seventh floor of the ten array tower, his eyes were full of incredible colors.

The atmosphere in front of ten towers became extremely weird.

No one spoke.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the light of the seventh layer of lines, and they forgot to breathe and seemed to lose their soul.

Zhong Wen's complexion changed several times in a row, and finally his face faded, his eyes gradually dimmed.

Defeated.

Defeated completely!

Just now, Zhong Wen tried several times to gather courage and raise confidence, but all failed.

This seventh layer of twinkling lines of light has brought him a kind of pressure that others cannot appreciate!

This pressure is called despair.

Among the disciples of Wufeng, I am afraid that no one knows more about the complex mystery of the second-order matrix. This mysterious intruder also spent a full two days and two nights crossing the seventh floor.

However, this man was successful after all.

In front of the magical array on the seventh floor, Zhong Wen had no clue and was confused by the illusion inside. He couldn't find the flaws of the array.

He even lasted less than two hours in the seventh-level fantasy formation.

Continue to stay inside, it is very likely to sink into it, and the mind will be traumatized by difficult healing.

"Ugh."

Zhong Wen sighed sadly, turned around, looked lonely, and whispered, "I have no chance to surpass him at all."

"You have a chance."

At this moment, Zhong Wen's ears sounded a mild voice.

Zhong Wen looked up.

I do not know when the first peak of Xuan Yi appeared here, standing not far in front of him, looking at him with encouragement in his eyes.

Seeing such eyes, Zhong Wen was shocked, and the haze in her heart gradually dissipated, and she saw the light again.

Zhong Wen took a deep breath, nodded strongly, and said in a deep voice, "Master, please rest assured, I won't be defeated so easily, I will come back again!"

"Well, this is my Xuanyi's disciple."

Zhong Wen regained her confidence and left the Ten Tower again.

Xuan Yi looked at the fading light of the seventh layer, and there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She walked in front of Elder Luo, waved a noise barrier and asked, "Who is the person inside? When did Feng show such a character? "

"This son ... is not our peak." Elder Luo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Ok?"

Xuan Yi frowned and asked, "What's your name?"

"Su Zimo."

Xuan Yi's heart shook, and her look became extremely weird.

Seeing Xuan Yi's look different, Elder Luo asked: "How do you know? This name is a little familiar, and seems to have been heard somewhere."

Xuan Yi didn't answer, she seemed to think of something interesting, and said with a smile: "This is fun."

(End of this chapter)