I can strengthen

Chapter 286 The Gap
"Difficult." Luo Yan spoke concisely and calmly uttered a word.

"Why?" Han Jinlong looked puzzled.

"Feeling." Luo Yan said.

Wang Sun is very strong, and his physical attainments may have reached the early stage of Yuan Dan.

But that's all.

And the skinny young man on the opposite side...

"He seemed thin, but when he appeared, the air around him suddenly sank. This means that his physical body is extremely heavy, and it has reached an unimaginable level."

"This should be the characteristic of the extreme power of the venerable-level body training method. Although it is a bit out of place, it should not be underestimated."

"In other words, his physical attainment is likely to be higher than that of Wang Sun."

Luo Yan thought to himself, and asked Sun Jian beside him, "Do you know Wang Sun's opponent, Sun Daoyou?"

Sun Jian hurriedly said: "His name is Feng Jiang, and he is the son of a third-rank minister of the Great Yin Dynasty. His sister is Yin Shiyou's concubine, and he is also Yin Shiyou's confidant. Apart from that, there is no more information."

"None's surname is Yin?" Han Jinlong looked at the thin figure on the ring with a look of envy on his face, "Wang and Sun are so lucky."

"That's not necessarily the case. Who said that all powerful monks in the Great Yin Dynasty must have the surname Yin?" Sun Jian shook his head.

He believed in Luo Yan.

Luo Yan said that the battle between Wang and Sun was difficult, so it must be difficult.

This Feng Jiang must not be simple.

Several people were chatting, and on the ring, Wang Sun finally fought Feng Jiang.

boom!
The two exchanged a hundred moves in the blink of an eye.

The Qi machine was raging on the ring, and two afterimages collided continuously, making terrifying roars.

Wang Sun's eyes were serious, and his body had swelled several times, transforming into a ten-meter-tall fierce figure.

But even so, the confrontation with Feng Jiang still made him feel painful, and he couldn't stop complaining.

"This Feng Jiang's physical body is like indestructible fine iron, and it is even stronger than me!"

He was shocked.

He could only use the Fighting Nine Forms and Shattering Fist, making his attacks more and more fierce.

If it is an ordinary opponent, he has already been torn into pieces by him.

But facing Feng Jiang, no matter how fierce his attack was, he would be easily resolved.

Feng Jiang's skills are not as good as him, and his attack speed is not as good as him.

But that brute force made all his attacks useless.

"This battle must be won!"

Wang Sun roared in his heart, and his blood boiled instantly.

And as he roared, his already huge body became bigger again, becoming more than 50 meters tall.

And his body also quickly turned into a beast, turning into a white-haired tiger.

This is the inheritance he got in the old place of the Chaos Demon Sect, the supernatural power of the Dharma level, the tiger god beats the celestial body!
"Little white tiger? Interesting."

Feng Jiang on the opposite side squinted his eyes and looked Wang and Sun up and down with interest in his eyes.

"die!"

Wang Sun, who turned into a white tiger, only felt a violent breath in his chest, wishing to tear the sky apart.

With a flash of his body, he appeared behind Feng Jiang in an instant, and his sharp claws several meters long slapped Feng Jiang's back suddenly from top to bottom.

boom!
Under the tiger god fighting the sky, Wang Sun is not only faster, but also more powerful in the nine moves of fighting the sky.

So a paw fell.

Feng Jiang was bombarded off the ring like a cannonball, and the ground shook directly.

"Did you win?"

In the spectator seats, Han Jinlong stood up and looked curiously at the ring.

The arena was shattered and smoke billowed, and he couldn't see whether Feng Jiang was dead or not.

"No."

Luo Yan said lightly.

Wang Sun's claw hurt Feng Jiang, but it only left a few claw marks on Feng Jiang's back, and did not tear Feng Jiang into pieces.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flew out from the smoke and came across to Wang Sun.

"Hey, the speed is good, but unfortunately, the power is too small." Feng Jiang looked at Wang Sun with excitement in his eyes.

He was not seriously injured.

Wang Sun's claws could not even tear his bones.

"how is this possible?"

"That one claw didn't die?"

Seeing this scene, all the monks in Chaos Demon Sea showed surprise and frowned.

Wang Sun's current aura is extremely terrifying, and the strength displayed is even more terrifying than before.

But it's so terrifying, but even an unknown monk from the Great Yin Dynasty can't be defeated?
Are all the monks of the Great Yin Dynasty so strong?

"Liu Daoyou, are you confident in defeating that Feng Jiang?" A monk beside Liu Chuanfeng asked in a low voice, his expression very nervous.

He saw that Wang Sun was in decline.

If Wang Sun loses again, only Liu Chuanfeng can win.

"Yes." Liu Chuanfeng thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

He didn't.

His black-winged magic roc bloodline gave him unparalleled speed, but his attack power was actually weaker than Wang Sun's.

That is to say, in the face of Feng Jiang with amazing physical body, he might not even be able to break his defense.

"That's good."

The monk obviously didn't expect Liu Chuanfeng to be lying.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards the ring again.

The situation on the court changed rapidly.

In just ten seconds, Wang Sun had gone from being beaten by Feng Jiang to being pressed by Feng Jiang.

Feng Jiang turned into a golden light. Although his body was thin, every attack would force Wang Sun back.

Wangsun's huge body seemed to be a target at this moment. Although he swung his claws vigorously, anyone could tell that his power was over and he was about to lose.

"Tsk tsk, this grandson seems to be the second in the top ten list in Chaos Demon Sea, right?"

"It's really weak. With such strength, can you become a reserve?"

"The tallest of the dwarves has punished Chaos Demon Sea for 1000 years, so he must give him some compensation."

"This should be the weakest reserve, right?"

"If I were him, I would automatically give up my reserve eligibility!"

In the area of ​​the Great Yin Dynasty, there was undisguised laughter from the great Yin cultivators.

Facing ordinary level monks, at most they would be disdainful in their hearts, and they would not ridicule them openly.

But facing Wangsun as a reserve, they didn't bother to cover up.

Where do the resources provided to the reserve come from?

Come from their entire Tianyuan Xiuxian world!
If it is used on the real Tianjiao, they will have no objection, but if it is used on a waste like Wang Sun, they will have something to say.

Amid bursts of ridicule, Wang Sun was quickly returned to his original shape by Feng Jiang, and then punched through the chest.

Feng Jiang shook his arms, looked at the resurrected Wang Sun, and twitched his lips: "Are you a reserve?"

The word "reserve service" was like a needle, piercing Wang Sun's heart.

His face was ugly and his body trembled slightly.

Facing the ridicule from Feng Jiang and the Great Yin cultivator behind him, he lowered his head, without saying a word, and disappeared from the spot, leaving the star field directly!
"Haha, go offline directly!"

"You have no place to be ashamed. You are a dignified reserve soldier. You can't even beat a nameless member of our Great Yin Dynasty."

"Laughing."

The monks of the Great Yin Dynasty burst out laughing.

But the faces of the monks in Chaos Demon Sea in the corner became more and more ugly.

The king and grandson whom they placed high hopes on was actually defeated by a little-known monk from the Great Yin Dynasty, and was directly kicked off the assembly line... This is a big shame.

They think it doesn't matter if you lose, at least don't go offline.

"This prince and grandson turned out to be a deserter!" Han Jinlong held his neck and couldn't help yelling.

If you lose, you lose.

What's the big deal?
Wouldn't his little brother Sun Jian sit in the spectator seat after being bombarded with a punch?
"After all, he is a reserve soldier, unlike me..." Sun Jian touched his nose, feeling a little lucky.

If he is a reserve soldier, he will definitely enjoy the same treatment as the king and grandson, and will be ridiculed wantonly by the monks of the Great Yin Dynasty.

"Ma De, why are these monks from the Great Yin Dynasty so strong?" After scolding Wang Sun, Han Jinlong complained again with an ugly face.

Yin Bo, Feng Jiang.

In the Great Yin Dynasty, they were not considered the top batch.

But even so, they still tyrannized these ten monks from Chaos Demon Sea.

What about a top talent like Yin Shiyou?
"It will catch up slowly." Luo Yan said.

After entering the star field, they will also slowly come into contact with top-level exercises and supernatural powers.

"That's right. Yin Bo and Feng Jiang all practiced the master-level kung fu, so it's normal if we can't beat them." Han Jinlong gritted his teeth and nodded.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in 1 years.

One day, he will get back to where he is today!
With Wangsun defeated, the sparring continued.

A dozen or so monks joined the Chaos Demon Sea, including Hao Jian, the fourth among the top ten monks, but without exception, they were defeated by the monks of the Great Yin Dynasty, and there was no place for them to unite.

The monks of the Great Yin Dynasty became more and more frivolous, while the monks of Chaos Demon Sea all had gloomy faces, as if they were about to drip water.

It doesn't matter if you lose.

But the head cannot be shaved.

If we continue to fight, it will be 18-0!
"It's my turn."

At this moment, Han Jinlong stood up abruptly, a gleam of light shot out from his eyes.

"Come on, your opponent is a cultivator in the middle stage of Daoism, try to score a point." Sun Jian said with a serious face.

"What? In the middle of Daoji?"

Han Jinlong's complexion suddenly turned ugly.

Why is it that the opponents he encounters are always inexplicably weak?

I met the weakest totem in the previous mission, which caused him not to be a reserve, and now give him a mid-term Daoist opponent?
"Be careful, you can't lose again." Sun Jian warned.

If they were unable to defeat even a middle-stage Daoist cultivator in Chaos Demon Sea, they would really have their heads shaved.

"I won't be careless, I just think it's a bit ineffective." Han Jinlong was sullen.

He wants to be the savior.

Want to beat evenly matched opponents.

A weak person, even if he wins, what is it?
"I feel you will lose." Luo Yan said abruptly.

"I'll lose?" Han Jinlong raised his brows, his expression suddenly serious.

Luo Yan has a strong spirit and keen perception.

I have spoken several times before, and all of them have been confirmed.

Now that he will lose, then he may really lose!
"She is very spiritual, like a hot sun." Luo Yan said in a deep voice.

"Amaterasu's method of refining gods?"

Han Jinlong's eyes were solemn, and with his toes pointing, he was already flying towards the ring.

He quickly came to the ring.

Opposite him was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

"You admit defeat."

The girl glanced at Han Jinlong and said indifferently.

Her voice still had some innocence, but the contempt in her tone was palpable, obviously she didn't take Han Jinlong seriously.

"Little sister, don't be too arrogant."

As Han Jinlong said, flesh and blood trembled between his brows, revealing a scarlet eye.

There was a divine light in his bloody eyes, and when he looked closely, he could see that there were no pupils in them, but three gouyu like tadpoles.

Gouyu rotates slowly, seems to be able to devour people's soul, with unimaginable power.

It is the advanced rotation three-hook jade blood eye!
"Keng!"

As soon as the blood eyes emerged, the slowly rotating Sangouyu stopped suddenly, and then emitted a bloody light.

Killing eyes!

This is Han Jinlong's unique move. There is almost no warning when casting the spell, and at the same time, it can directly annihilate the soul of the enemy.

Obviously, he felt tricky, and he fired with all his strength as soon as he came up.

"Death-like supernatural powers?"

The girl froze for a moment, then sneered, "Supernatural power is a good supernatural power, but unfortunately, the divine soul is too weak."

As her words sounded.

The terrifying power of the soul poured out.

Han Jinlong's pupils shrank suddenly, only to feel a scorching sun slowly rising behind the girl.

The scorching sun was dazzling, he just glanced at it, and his eyes exploded directly, even the bloody eyes trembled crazily, turned into blood, and slid down from his face.

This is the power of the girl's soul.

In front of this divine soul power, his divine soul is like a weak lamb, without any resistance.

"what!"

Han Jinlong couldn't restrain himself, and let out a terrifying scream.

In the next second, his body became blurred, and he had completed the process from death to rebirth.

"It's boring."

After killing Han Jinlong.

The girl didn't even look at Han Jinlong, her figure disappeared from where she was, and she also went offline.

"Princess Nineteen's Amaterasu Alchemy Technique may have broken through to the second level, right?"

"This kind of spiritual attainment, at least in the middle stage of Yuan Dan."

"Haha, that kid actually wants to obliterate the soul of the Nineteenth Princess. It's like a fly shaking a tree."

The monks of the Great Yin Dynasty sneered.

Han Jinlong returned to Luo Yan and the two in desperation, his face flushed slightly.

"Sun Jian, what's the name of that little girl?" Han Jinlong asked.

He plans to take revenge later.

"I just asked, it's Yin Rourou, the nineteenth princess of the Great Yin Dynasty." Sun Jian looked at Han Jinlong pitifully.

The princes and princesses of the Great Yin Dynasty, regardless of birth, only talk about talent and strength.

Those who can become a princess must be at the level of Tianjiao. It is no wonder that Han Jinlong can win.

"It turned out to be a princess."

Han Jinlong felt better. Seeing other monks looking at him, he coughed and said loudly, "It's no shame to lose to the princess of the Great Yin Dynasty!"

The monks around didn't say anything, they just looked away and continued to look at the ring.

Now they only want the cultivator of Chaos Demon Sea to win a game, so they don't bother to pay attention to the little Jiujiu in Han Jinlong's heart.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Han Jinlong also looked towards the ring.

At this moment, Deng Ziyan and a late Daoist monk of the Great Yin Dynasty stood on the stage.

"Deng Ziyan? Her great death technique is similar to my killing eye, she loses..."

Han Jinlong wanted to say that she was doomed.

But before he finished speaking, he saw the figure of the Great Yin Dynasty cultivator opposite Deng Ziyan blurred for a while, and he had completed the process from death to rebirth just like him before.

"Huh... finally won a game."

Sun Jian waved his fist with excitement in his eyes.

"Pretty!"

Luo Yan also applauded, and at the same time his heart was secretly awe-inspiring.

This Deng Ziyan's strength is unfathomable.

The Great Yin cultivator who was fighting her was not weak, and his soul attainments were at the level of Yuan Dan's early stage, but even so, he was still instantly killed by her without any resistance.

"She won?"

Han Jinlong still couldn't believe it.

He always thought that his killing eye was not weaker than Deng Ziyan's great death technique.

But now it seems that the gap seems a bit big.

Perhaps, I should ask Deng Ziyan for advice...

"Win." Sun Jian said with a smile.

Cultivator Chaos Demon Sea heaved a sigh of relief and finally smiled.

On the other side of the Great Yin Dynasty, apart from a brief shock, they quickly calmed down.

"As expected of a reserve."

"It seems that Chaos Demon Sea also has talents."

"This kind of strength is worthy of the word "reserve", unlike the prince and grandson before..."

They didn't take this sparring match seriously. If they lost too much, they might feel ashamed, but they only lost one game now, so it wouldn't make them feel uncomfortable.

"The next battle is up to me."

Liu Chuanfeng got up, his face did not have the relaxed expression of others, but was extremely dignified.

Deng Ziyan's victory put great pressure on him.

After all, if they all lose, they will lose face together, but now that Deng Ziyan has won, if he loses, then he can't even compare to a woman.

Moreover, he is the number one among the top ten, the strongest among the young generation of Chaos Demon Sea!
"I hope the opponent is weaker."

He prayed secretly in his heart and stepped onto the ring.

Soon, his opponent appeared, a body-training cultivator as strong as a bull.

Liu Chuanfeng's eyelids trembled slightly, his body turned into black light, and rushed over.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
There were black lights in the arena, and the cultivator stood in the center of the ring, standing still.

"A moment of black light, what a terrifying speed." Sun Jian praised.

Liu Chuanfeng has the blood of the black-winged magic roc, and when he casts the black light for a moment, his speed is extremely fast, and the terrifying power brought by his speed cannot be underestimated.

"It's useless, his physical body is too weak." Luo Yan sighed.

If in reality, Liu Chuanfeng held a sharp blade, he might be able to defeat this body-refining cultivator.

But in the star field, it is difficult for him to cause fatal damage to the body-training cultivator with his bare hands.

as predicted.

Unable to attack for a long time, Liu Chuanfeng appeared above the body-refining cultivator and roared: "The magic peng swallows the sky!"

boom!
He turned into a magic peng.

Baizhang's terrifying magic rook swallowed the body-refining cultivator whole with just one bite.

"This move is really domineering." Han Jinlong's eyes lit up.

"His Mo Peng Tuntian can devour the essence and refine it into mana. It is rarely used against the enemy..." Sun Jian hesitated.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the cultivator tore a big hole in Mo Peng's abdomen and got out of it.

"Liu Chuanfeng has lost." Luo Yan said calmly.

on the ring.

After the body-refining cultivator got out of Mo Peng's abdomen, he turned passive into active.

In half a minute, he beat Liu Chuanfeng back to his original shape, and killed him with his last punch.

It was the same as when Wang Sun lost.

The monks of the Great Yin Dynasty mocked for a while.

However, Liu Chuanfeng had a lesson from Wang and Sun, so he didn't go offline directly, but returned to the spectator stand with an ugly face, turning a deaf ear to everything.

"It's not easy to be a reserve."

Listening to the harsh words around him, Sun Jian's eyes were full of emotion.

"Don't you just get ridiculed? If I were a reserve soldier, I would be happy if they guarded my door every day and yelled at me!"

Han Jinlong felt that he would not lose two pieces of meat if he was ridiculed, but the cultivation received by the reserve service was real.

"It's my turn."

Luo Yan got up and looked at Yin Shiyou opposite with a serious face.

After watching the battle all the way, the monks of the Great Yin Dynasty were stronger than he imagined.

If before, he was [-]% sure to defeat Yin Shiyou.

Now, only [-]% is left.

"Remember to wipe your neck when you go up, don't give Yin Shiyou a chance to do something!"

Seeing that Luo Yan was about to start, Han Jinlong hurriedly reminded him.

(End of this chapter)