Chapter 61 Is the First Floor so Scary?

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone laughed, especially the monks who surrounded the heirs of several great sects, their laughter was exaggerated.

"What's the use of remembering us, come in with us if you have the ability?"

"There are only two hours, you should go to practice quickly, maybe you can catch up with the final competition stage, of course, you may not even pass the first level."

hum!

A terrifying wave of air wave came, and endless power emanated from the Tongtian Pestle. The violent air wave rushed out in all directions, covering the entire trial area of ​​Guangmingding in the blink of an eye.

Yang Zhen looked up in surprise, even outside the trial site, he could feel the suppression of the soul by this huge formation.

The soul is a symbol of the spiritual power of a monk. The stronger the power of the soul, the more power it can withstand. Some powerful soul monks can even kill low-level monks with a single thought, achieving real instant kills.

This is the reason why the power of the soul is very popular on the Youzhou mainland.

However, the cultivation of the soul is really too difficult, not to mention that there are few kung fu techniques that can be used to refine the soul, and the training of the soul alone is endless pain, and it is not something ordinary people can bear.

Therefore, any monk who has cultivated the power of the soul can often occupy a strong advantage among monks of the same level.

The trial started, and many people started to walk towards the Tongtian Pestle.

With Tongtian Pestle as the center, there are a total of ten circles in the test site of Guangmingding. Each circle represents a different level of formation suppression. The further you go, the more terrifying the suppression of the soul will be.

The faces of those who entered the first floor of the trial circle suddenly changed, and their expressions became serious. After enduring the huge pressure, they all turned to look at Yang Zhen, all showing gloating expressions.

However, everyone still had doubts in their hearts. After all, Yang Zhen was too cunning. Although he kept saying that he was not prepared, who knew if he was lying?

Yang Zhen didn't move at the same place. Except for Lan Fangyue who was still outside, the rest of the cultivators entered the first floor of the trial circle, including Lu Xueqing and Princess Changyang, who also stopped on the first floor, and it was obvious that They are still fully bearable now, with a sense of ease.

"You really didn't make any preparations?" Lan Fangyue looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief until now.

Yang Zhen shook his head, glanced at those gloating monks, and walked towards the first floor of the trial circle in a deep voice.

Seeing Yang Zhen approaching, everyone was startled and their expressions changed several times. Even Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu stopped and looked at Yang Zhen suspiciously.

"Is this bastard really pretending?"

"Just look at it and you'll find out!"

The two looked at each other with a playful expression.

Almost everyone has heard about the origin of Yang Zhen, a disciple of a small sect who made his mark at the Youzhou Conference, and now comprehended Lingkongxudu by chance, before he had time to practice, he participated in the Trial of the Three Kingdoms.

Such a small sect disciple has a lot of luck, but it is very likely that as Yang Zhen said, he has never practiced the skills of refining the soul.

Yang Zhen ignored everyone's gaze, stared at the first floor of the trial circle on the ground, and stomped heavily on it.

boom!

A terrifying air wave came, as if a huge hammer had directly hit Yang Zhen's brain. The heart-piercing pain made Yang Zhen's brain dizzy, and he involuntarily withdrew from the first place. Layer trial circle.

What the hell!

Yang Zhen looked at the first floor of the trial circle with a bewildered expression, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Is the first floor really that scary?

The feeling of being hit on the head with a big hammer is simply not too uncomfortable.

There was bursts of laughter, and all the monks around burst into laughter, looking at Yang Zhen with a sneering look on his face.

"You can't even bear the first floor. You still come to participate in the Trial of the Three Kingdoms. It's really embarrassing."

"Yang Zhen, I'll wait for you here, just stand here, if you can touch my clothes, I will quit automatically!"

"Haha, I'm dying of laughter. You can't even enter the first floor. Have you ever cultivated your soul power?"

Everyone seemed to have seen the most ridiculous thing in the world, and they all laughed up and down. Some even laughed so hard that they couldn't stabilize their soul power all of a sudden, and were almost squeezed out by the formation.

"What the hell, wait for me!" Yang Zhen glanced at the people who were gloating inside, and remembered the appearance of these people.

Lan Fangyue came to Yang Zhen's side, and said with a strange expression: "Yang Zhen, don't force yourself, if you hurt the sea of ​​consciousness, it will not be worth the loss."

The sea of ​​consciousness is the place where monks store their soul power. Only when the soul power is strong enough can they accumulate the snow mountains in the sea of ​​consciousness and form the power of consciousness.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and asked, "Can you hit someone in the trial area?"

Lan Fangyue said with a wry smile: "Let's not talk about whether you can go in or not, even if you can go in, you can't do anything inside. Once there is a fluctuation of true energy, the formation will push you out, and in that case you will lose."

Yang Zhen nodded, turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" Lan Fangyue looked at Yang Zhen hesitantly and asked.

Yang Zhen waved his hand: "You go in first, don't wait for me, I'll come right away after practicing some exercises."

Lan Fangyue froze, looked at Hua Youyue dumbfounded, and saw Hua Youyue nodding, then turned and walked towards the trial area.

There are only a few good spots near Tongtianchu, and if you get there late, there might not be any.

On the cloud platform, a middle-aged lama laughed, looked at Yang Zhen with interest, and said to Hua Youyue next to him: "This is the young man who was lucky enough to comprehend Lingkongxudu. There are times when you see the wrong person.”

Beside the middle-aged lama, a middle-aged elegant man with a feather fan scarf in a long black coat nodded and said, "It seems that the flower owner actually gave such a person a dark gold building plate, which is a bit owed." Sure."

Hua Youyue's expression was calm, as if she was not affected by the two of them at all, she said slowly: "Whom do I want to give it to, it seems that it is not the turn of Lachan Temple and Wuxinzong to influence me."

The lama snorted coldly, brushed his beard and said, "I just don't know how long this Yang Zhen will be able to protect the dark gold plaque. The poor monk heard that there are many people who want this plaque."

Speaking of this, the lama and the middle-aged scholar looked at each other, showing a meaningful smile, and then the smiles on their faces were suddenly replaced by astonishment, the middle-aged scholar laughed, looked at Yang Zhen who came forward and said: "Why, did Yang Zhen think that coming to Lord Hua would solve the difficulties in front of him?"

The lama said with a smile: "Lord Hua is unparalleled in talent and appearance. Maybe he can just help Yang Zhen. You must help him."

The rest of the people didn't seem to have heard the three people's verbal swords. The grievances between Hua Youyue, Lachan Temple and Wuxin Sect have a long history. , there is no reason not to ridicule Hua Youyue.

Although Hua Youyue has no expression on her face, anyone can see the impatience and coldness in Hua Youyue's eyes.

Yang Zhen, who came forward, glanced at the lama and the middle-aged scholar in surprise, and then at the coldness in Hua Youyue's eyes, and immediately knew what was going on.

"Is there any technique for refining the soul, let me use it?"

Hua Youyue hesitated to speak, but the lama laughed and looked at Yang Zhen with a playful face: "Little guy, don't you really think that you can compete with those geniuses by practicing now?"

"None of your business?" Yang Zhen glanced at the Lama.

The middle-aged Yashi snorted coldly: "Presumptuous, do you know who this person is?"

"None of my business!" Yang Zhen rolled his eyes.

"You..." The lama and the middle-aged scholar were all furious.

A smile appeared on the corner of Hua Youyue's mouth, and she gave Yang Zhen a meaningful look, the coldness in her eyes was not only frozen and disintegrated, but also a sense of comfort.