Chapter 39 People on the Blacklist (2)

Chu Tian didn't expect Erizhao to come to him directly. He felt the strong pressure from behind, as strong as a mountain to crush any flesh and blood body.

After a moment of silence, he replied: "Because I will be unfair to others."

Erizhao said with a "haha": "Do you think you are superior?"

"I realized that you used magic skills to block the main hall, so that the spiritual sense could not sense outside the hall."

Chu Tian said quietly: "But in fact, my spiritual platform has not been disturbed at all, and I can answer your questions without relying on memory."

"Bodhi Mirror Moon Seal!" He Ma said in a very low voice.

Erizhao pretended not to hear it, and said, "So you are so happy to pretend to be noble?"

Chu Tian didn't understand why he explained it, but E Rizhao still refused to let him go.

He shook his head and said, "I didn't think so."

Wenjing secretly looked at Chu Tian with his light, as if he had seen the second E Wuji.

"Then are you mocking me for judging a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart?" Erizhao's voice became even colder.

Chu Tian slowly turned his head, and the two of them suddenly collided in the air, and no one wanted to retreat first.

The main hall was silent, and the others held their breath and watched the scene.

Some people are sweating for Chu Tian, ​​some are gloating, and there is also a man who has just struggled from the wall who wants to see someone take over his unlucky position.

"I owed Luojia forty-five thousand taels of silver and promised her to repay it as soon as possible."

Chu Tian took a deep breath and reminded himself in his heart: "I must pass the assessment and become an outer disciple, so that I can be qualified to receive my errands and earn money to pay off my debts."

So he turned around, looked down at the ground and said, "Next time I'm willing to be the first to answer your question."

Erizhao didn't say anything, walked back to the position where he had been standing before, and suddenly flew out six jade slips.

Chu Tian and others each reached out to catch a jade slip, and then Wenjing shouted, "Is this a life and death?"

"After taking the assessment here, each of you must have the awareness of death." Erizhao said: "Or sign and write, or get out."

After hearing his words, the scar man and the young man in red were the first to sign the prison.

"Xin Tai Chi."

"Ge Shubao."

The two of them used their fingers to write down their names on the jade slips, pressed their fingerprints, and handed them back to Erizhao.

Next, He Ma, Chu Tian, ​​E Wuji and Wen Jing also signed and stamped the life and death case respectively.

Chu Tian’s intuition was that he seemed to be entering the exam room but the Colosseum.

His ideas were soon fulfilled.

Erizhao took back the jade slip and said indifferently: "Very good."

His left hand was raised straight forward, and his five fingers curled up slightly in the palm of his palm to form a red ball of light.

Under the urging of magic, this red light ball continued to expand like a balloon, turning into a huge light ball with a diameter of more than three meters. It floated slowly in the air more than one meter above the ground, emitting a blazing and dazzling light from the inside to the outside, like a red sun in the sky.

"Sunshine Void Realm!" E Wuji stared at the light ball burning like the sun, murmured.

"In this virtual realm of my twelve styles of Rizhao Divine Fist, you have three days to find and comprehend. In three days, the three people who have the most comprehended Rizhao Divine Fist will pass the assessment and become the outer disciples of the Eshi family."

Erizhao's eyes swept across the faces of the six people one by one, and said indifferently: "Of course, the premise is that he must be able to come out of the Rizhao Void Realm alive."

None of the six people spoke, but they all realized that a murderous aura had spread.

"I'll come first!" Ge Shubao, wearing red clothes, took the lead in breaking the silence in the hall, and a beautiful leaping into the light ball. The red light flew like a blazing flame, and immediately swallowed his figure.

The remaining five people entered one after another, and Chu Tian and Wen Jing fell to the end.

Wenjing's pretty face turned slightly pale, and she was struggling to see the portal of Rizhaoxu Realm, whether to enter.

Chu Tian patted her on the shoulder and said, "Now, no one will laugh at you."

Wen Jing smiled gratefully at Chu Tian and said, "I promised my father that I must become an outer disciple of the Beiming God Mansion this time, so that he can be proud in front of his fellow Ganzhou."

She gritted her teeth and flew into the ball of light, leaving only Chu Tian and E Rizhao in the hall.

"Are you afraid?" A look of contempt appeared in Erizhao's eyes, "What else can you do except hide behind Luo Jia and tremble?"

Two clusters of flames ignited in Chu Tian's eyes, he tightened his fists and breathed hard, and slowly let go.

"Three days, three days later, I will let you know who is shaking."

"Okay." Erizhao smiled disdainfully: "Don't expect me to let you go."

Chu Tian nodded, and his body flew up like a white cloud coming out of the mountains and melting into the ball of light.

The strong light made his eyes closed involuntarily, and when he opened it, he was already in the realm of the sunshine.

A majestic mountain range rose up in front of him and towered into the clouds. The morning glow in the distance was gorgeous. A red sun swelled out, and the stars were hiding behind the sky.

It seemed that Chu Tian was the only one in the huge world, and the others had gone.

In a trance, Chu Tian felt like he was going home. The homesickness hidden in his heart gushed out uncontrollably, making him miss every grass, tree, mountain and water in his hometown.

He walked and stopped along a naturally formed path, and his heart had a relaxed freedom and tranquility.

For so many days, he has been walking with the God of Death almost every day, and the sword and sword have become a common sight.

But he did not come here as a tourist after all.

In three days, he had to comprehend as much as possible the true meaning of the twelve styles of Rizhao Divine Fist.

However, where are these twelve styles of Rizhao divine fist hidden? Maybe it is the whisper of a tree, the whisper of a clear spring, or maybe it is this silent mountain.

Before he knew it, Chu Tian walked a long way, with lush trees on both sides, and occasionally birds singing.

He still couldn't find any clues about the true meaning of Rizhao Divine Fist, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his heart.

He vaguely felt that he could catch something with just reaching out, but in a blink of an eye, this feeling slipped away again.

Chu Tian raised his head and looked at the sun rising in the middle of the sky.

The dense branches and leaves blocked the bright sunshine, and rays of golden light scattered through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

His gaze unconsciously followed the direction of these lights slowly downwards, landing on the mud under the tree.

Hundreds of golden spots shine under the shade of the trees, like the bright stars in the sky.

Suddenly, a mountain mist blew, and the golden light on the ground swayed with the swaying branches and leaves.

For a moment, Chu Tian seemed to be struck by thunder. He held his breath and stared at the ground under his feet.

One, two, three, hundreds, thousands... The shining and leaping golden color seemed to transform into hundreds of fist shadows, gradually emerging on his spiritual platform.

The angle line of each light, the jumping dance of each light spot, was interpreted over and over again in his heart, slowly gathering and forming.

He sat down on the mud unconsciously, clenched his hands into fists and unconsciously hit him and slowly retracted him, and then shot him and retracted him, and continued to do so tirelessly.

His heart was completely immersed in the boxing artistic conception that Chuchu had realized, and he completely forgot about external affairs.

As time goes by, Chu Tian's punching speed has become faster and faster. Later, he can no longer see the fist path with his naked eyes. Only the rushing shadows of fist crisscrossing across the sky, like thousands of rivers surging.

In this way, time passed quietly in silence, and the sun rose to the middle of the sky, revealing half of the face between the branches and leaves.

The day is the only one, and the shadows are thousands of.

Suddenly, a loud whistle came from Chu Tian's mouth and jumped up from the ground.

His figure soared in the air, his fists were like a storm, and he had not finished one punch and another punch reappeared again. The back fist urged the front fist to push the left fist and the right fist, just like the wind on all sides shaking thousands of stars.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" The big tree in front of him was constantly shaking violently by the fist wind.

After each blast, an extra fist mark will appear on the trunk.

In a blink of an eye, the fist marks on the tree trunks became dense, but they were even, fine and deep, like honeycombs.

Chu Tian’s perception became clearer and he suddenly exhaled and sang loudly to gather thousands of fist shadows into bundles. The fist was turbulent and majestic like a big river rushing out of the mountains, surging eastward.

"Boom!" The fist hit the only intact place on the trunk, but the big tree was surprisingly unresponsive, and didn't even shake it.

However, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of Chu Tian's mouth and slowly put away his fists.

"Bang!" Just as his fist left, a dull sound erupted from the inside out, and instantly turned into debris everywhere, fluttering in the wind like snow.

Deep holes appeared on the ground, and even the roots buried deep in the ground were broken and no longer there.

The seventh style of Rizhao Divine Fist, "rife with holes", was first realized.

But in fact, this is almost a complete set of boxing techniques, but it is just a great talent to condense it into a move and explode in a dense manner. It is like using thousands of troops to attack an isolated city, and instantly drown the opponent in the wild waves of the angry sea.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands, let alone ten fists, hundreds of fists, and thousands of fists?

Although Chu Tian was quite dissatisfied with Erizhao's various behaviors, he had to sincerely admire this guy's extraordinary talent at this moment.

At this moment, the Cang Yun Yuanchen Sword behind Chu Tian suddenly burst out with a rushing sound, and the alarm was unprecedented!

Chu Tian was shocked, and his mind that had just walked out of the endless fist spirit became tighter again.

On the ground under the sunlight, a black figure flew from behind. The sword in his hand was thin and long like a hunter's arrow shot silently stabbed Chu Tian's vest!

There is no sign, just like a sudden light, bringing not light but death!

Chu Tian didn't have time to turn around and didn't even have the chance to react.

Caught off guard, the only thing he could do was release the immovable mountain seal.

"Ding!" The poisonous snake-like sword tip pierced into the light and shadow of the golden peak that had not yet been formed. It only slightly stagnated and collapsed like a mountain seal, and then drove straight into Chu Tian's vest!
Chapter completed!