Didi was dumbfounded and looked at Han Feng in disbelief. He was stunned for a while and then said: "Don't you need to prepare? He is really strong!"
"It doesn't matter. If you really can't beat him, no matter how much you prepare, it won't help!" Han Feng waved his hand and said calmly.
"If it is really not feasible, then you can consider not accepting the challenge. Even if you fail, you will only fall to the 702nd place. You will not bear the risk of life and death crisis. In that kind of challenging situation, it is difficult to escape. Human life!" Didi seemed to be very aware of this challenge and explained slowly.
"I have already accepted his challenge. There is no point in saying this. I will act by ear, so you don't have to worry too much!" Han Feng spread his hands and smiled slightly.
Didi opened her mouth, speechless.
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As night fell and the lanterns came on, many people gathered again in the area around the Thousand-story Tower, including many challengers.
As the person being challenged, Han Feng walked in first and stood at position 701 in the lobby on the first floor, silent.
The rest of the challengers came in one after another. After a while, all the people who accepted the challenge arrived, a total of thirty-four people, scattered throughout the hall.
Judging from those positions, they are basically below the top 500. There are only three people within the 500. There are no challengers in the rest of the rankings. It seems that the higher you go, the less challengers you have and the more stable your position is.
Just as Han Feng glanced around, the teleportation circle in the hall suddenly opened, and clear light shone, sending all of them to their respective floors.
With a flash of clear light, Han Feng arrived at the 701st floor in an instant. The surrounding area was empty, with only a transparent light curtain standing in the middle, dividing the floor into two halves.
Not long after, the light on the opposite side flickered, and a figure suddenly appeared. It seemed to be the challenger, Wu Rong!
He is tall and tall, with a resolute face. He cannot be said to be handsome, but he has regular features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is not angry but powerful. At this time, he looked up at Han Feng and asked straight to the point: "You were the one who defeated Mu Chun?!"
Han Feng was also looking at him. Hearing this, he smiled lightly and said, "That's right. Didn't you know about it a long time ago?" The implication of Han Feng's words was that you should ask questions knowingly.
"Very good, let's see how I beat you down today. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will keep you and let Mu Chun come back to take your head himself!" Wu Rong sneered.
"Haha, I'm quite confident. I hope you won't disappoint me!" Han Feng said happily without any pressure.
"What a shame!" Wu Rong shouted coldly.
Just at this moment, the light curtain in the middle dropped down.
Wu Rong didn't hesitate at all. He kicked off his feet and flew forward. He raised his right hand and immediately punched out. The punch was as bright as fire and red.
Han Feng felt the power of his fist and was so excited that the whole floor seemed to be shaking slightly.
This guy's strength cannot be underestimated!
Han Feng raised his left hand and punched out with the same punch, but instead of using the Overlord Fist, he used the Sun Fist. The entire fist seemed to turn into a scorching sun, bursting out with bright brilliance and filling half of the floor. There was fierce friction and collision with the opponent's red fire fist, making a banging sound.
The next moment, the fists of the two people collided with each other, and layers of light waves like inverted bowls were released, shaking in all directions, attacking the four walls of the floor, immediately activating the talisman array, and bursts of talisman light. Shining, blocking these shock waves, crackling.
After the two sides punched each other, they were helpless. They each took a step back, and then punched each other and collided with each other. There was a roar and a bright light.
The two of them exchanged countless punches, and the power of each punch was enough to destroy a mountain. Fortunately, they were on this floor and had formation protection. Otherwise, there would be no place suitable for such characters to fight, unless the battlefield was placed. In the wild Gobi, this will greatly increase the difficulty of organizing.
It can be seen that the Yuxian Sect has put a lot of effort into selecting qualified disciples, and has spent a lot of money. Such a thousand-story pagoda magical weapon simply cannot be valued by spiritual stones.
It is precisely because of this that every challenger needs to pay a high challenge fee. It is because this thousand-story tower is difficult to open and consumes a lot of money. If the Yuxian Sect were to bear all the costs, it would be powerless. After all, along both sides of the river, Yuxian Sect would have to arrange hundreds of such places.
Every major city has a list of Thousand People Returning to Yuan. It is not unique to Dachuan City. It lasts for ten years. As long as you can maintain the top 100 ranking on the list of Thousand People Returning to Yuan in each city, you can become a member of the Yuxian Sect. Outer disciple.
But in fact, there are no more than 20 monks in each city who can stand out every ten years, and the number of monks along both sides of the White Crocodile River is no more than 10,000. Therefore, Yuxian Sect will not be affected by recruiting too many disciples. And overburdened. What's more, it also has an elimination mechanism to ensure its own vitality and will not cause the rigidity of small sects like the Sanye Sect. It is precisely because of this that it can become one of the four major sects worshiped by thousands of sects!
While Han Feng was fighting Wu Rong, his mind was racing and he remembered this information, which showed that he was not under much pressure.
"You have some strength, but I underestimated you!" Wu Rong took a step back, instantly opened a distance of tens of feet, and stood by the opposite wall, staring at Han Feng with cold eyes like lightning.
"Haha, you're not weak either!" Han Feng smiled easily.
Wu Rong snorted and said, "Don't be complacent, I haven't used my full strength yet, I was just warming up!"
"Oh, then I have to learn a lesson!" Han Feng said with a smile.
Wu Rong said no more. When his fist came up again, it was so powerful and brilliant that it finally turned into a dragon, surrounding him, with the dragon's head just above his fist, which was extremely magical.
He punched out, and there seemed to be a faint sound of dragon roaring. The dragon shadow flew out, and he rushed out with a swish. He was very fast. In just an instant, he came to Han Feng. The dragon head When you lift it up, it's a fist bump!
In an instant, Han Feng felt a huge force coming from the sky. Even his physical body felt a slight sting. He no longer hid his clumsiness. At this moment, he raised his hand and punched the Tyrant Fist, causing a rumbling sound. There was a loud noise, and the whole floor was creaking, as if it couldn't bear the pressure!
Wu Rong was the closest, so the pressure was even greater, but he was already riding a tiger and couldn't get off, so he had no choice but to rush over and punch down, just in time to collide with Han Feng's Tyrant Fist!
Boom! ! !
The explosion roared, and thousands of air waves burst out, scattering in all directions like thick white mist, instantly covering the entire floor.
