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"Verification? Humph, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, how do you verify this?" Feng Yun disagreed and still responded coldly. Before this, Feng Yun had already made a plan. Anyway, Zhao Hen was already a dying person in his heart, and he would not be too entangled with a dead person anymore.

"Yes, people's hearts are separated from their belly. But the illusion of the confusing heart gave me a chance to prove that my state of mind is the same!" Zhao Hen laughed after hearing this and said, "If I can walk through the 100th level of the illusion of the confusing hearts, it means that I have never done anything wrong!"

"After walking the 100th level of the mysterious illusion?" Feng Yun couldn't help but sneer after hearing Zhao Hen's words: "No one has been able to walk the complete journey for thousands of years. How dare you, a mere wasteful person, say such a big talk?"

"I think he is just a junior here, just bragging about himself, why should junior brother Feng talk nonsense with a junior?" Sun Tai, who was standing beside him, began to fan the air and ignite the fire. All the preparatory disciples behind him were whispering to each other, but they were laughing at Zhao Hen for not knowing that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

There are a hundred levels of the Illusion of Mystery, each level has a illusion, and each level will change an illusion torture people's hearts. The more you go, the more difficult it is. There has been no such genius preparation disciple in the Purple Thunder Sect for thousands of years. In the past trials, as long as the Illusion of Mystery, as long as the Illusion of Mystery, they will become a storied figure in the cultivation world. It is because the Illusion of Mystery has not produced such a genius disciple in thousands of years, so the sect is getting weaker.

"If the younger generation really finishes leaving, what should Uncle Feng say?" Zhao Hen asked with a smile as he followed Feng Yun and Sun Tai's words.

"Just because of you, a useless person?" Feng Yun couldn't help but snorted coldly after hearing this.

"I'm not talented, but I want to bet with Uncle Feng that I can complete the entire journey of the mysterious illusion." Zhao Hen still smiled and said, "I wonder if Uncle Feng dares to answer?"

"Why don't you dare?" Feng Yun saw the opportunity and hinted at Sun Tai, and then the expressions on both of them became wonderful: "I just don't know what kind of things you can take out for bets by a mere preparatory disciple?"

"If the younger generation loses, the younger generation will kowtow to Uncle Feng to admit his mistake and admit that he is indeed a despicable villain." Zhao Hen ignored everyone's ridicule, as if he was about to force himself to the Jedi, and directly gave such a bet: "How is it?"

"You are a preparatory disciple, but you are not enough to kowtow!" Feng Yun was not fooled by Zhao Hen and shook his head directly.

"What about me?" At this moment, Wang Ze stood up in time. No matter how weak his cultivation level was, he could not tolerate Feng Yun and Sun Tai slandering him. At the beginning, their words had already angered Wang Ze, so now they are fighting against each other: "If Zhao Hen loses, my master and apprentice will kowtow to you and admit their mistakes!"

"Okay, since that's the case, then if I lose, I kowtow to Junior Brother Wang and admit that I'm bleeding the man with blood!" Wang Ze is also a foundation-building master, so Feng Yun naturally has no reason to shirk it. However, Feng Yun would never believe that Zhao Hen could still walk a hundred floors alive under his plan. This is clearly Wang Ze came to the door to humiliate him. How could Feng Yun miss it? Thinking of this, Feng Yun laughed arrogantly and said: "If Junior Brother Wang's disciple loses, I will definitely invite relatives and friends all over me, and wait and see Junior Brother Wang and his disciple kowtow to apologize!"

There were more than a dozen foundation-building masters and many preparatory disciples on the scene to testify, and there was no need to swear by the high-fives. Anyway, everyone was in the sect, and they didn't have to look up and see each other, so there was no need to be afraid that the other party would miss the debt.

After being ridiculed by Feng Yun, Wang Ze turned around and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Hen, if you lose, I will expel you from the sect in the future and will never admit that you are my disciple."

Wang Ze was also serious at this moment and ordered Zhao Hen to win! Although he didn't even know how Zhao Hen could complete the 100-level illusion, because Feng Yun had conspired himself, he had to shoot an arrow in the string to prove his reputation.

"Don't worry, Master," Zhao Hen replied with a smile, "I won't embarrass you!"

After this series of events, everyone no longer laughed at him, but were looking at the master and disciple Wang Ze and Zhao Hen with the look of looking at the fool. After walking a hundred levels of the mysterious illusion? The mysterious illusion that no one has walked for thousands of years, a useless man dared to say that he would go through the complete journey so arrogantly? How is this possible? I am afraid that only a fool would say such a bet!

Then, under the gaze of all the preparatory disciples, the fifteen foundation-building masters walked towards the fifteen big trees in the woods. When they saw the fifteen people holding up the magic tricks with their hands, they shouted one after another.

‘Cooling’

A forest in front separated from both sides with the silence of fifteen foundation-building masters, and a path shining in the middle appeared in the middle.

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Chapter completed!