In the training field, Ye Futian was practicing boxing.
His punches seemed to have a strange rhythm. They were big and wide, like an emperor.
Dragon cries, ape cries, and thunderclaps pierced through the air from time to time. It was extraordinarily mighty. His body flickered as he soared through the air like a Peng. Under the powerful pressure, his movements were as smooth as flowing water.
After practicing, he raised the rod and waved it. He only practiced with pure strength, but there were still terrible explosions.
The Nine Heavenly Attacks did not gather momentum. Instead, he swung it with pure strength and controlled its rhythm. However, it was precisely because he did not gather the momentum of heaven and earth that every move he made was more difficult and required more strength. Moreover, he was in the training field and he was wielding a 500-pound staff.
But Ye Futian still practiced again and again. Sometimes his movements were blocked, and the explosions were ear-piercing. People kept looking at him. As Ye Futian swung the rod, there seemed to be an invisible force that was getting more and more terrifying.
As he swung the rod, there were terrible crackling sounds in his body. The dragon roars grew louder and louder, and the sound of thunder was wild. His blood seemed to be roaring and rolling.
Finally, as Ye Futian swung his staff again, the air seemed to tremble. An even stronger aura emanated from his body. He had broken through to the eighth level of the Dharma Plane in the martial arts refinement realm.
Ye Futian glanced over at Yu Sheng, who was looking up at the huge stone statue in the sky. He had also broken through to the next level a few days ago. This was the cultivation method Ye Futian had taught him. Looking at stone statues could help him refine his spiritual energy.
The training field itself was a place suitable for martial arts cultivators to cultivate. Mountain Elder Zong Xu was an expert in martial arts.
But Ye Futian used it to cultivate his Spiritual Energy.
He put down the stone rod and looked up at the statue in the air. He used Freedom Meditation. Suddenly, the statue became clear, as if it had come to life. Many faces appeared, and the pressure became extremely terrifying. It pressed down on his Spiritual Energy.
Ye Futian didn't care at all. He just stared at the statue and used his Spiritual Energy to withstand the pressure. Soon, sweat appeared on his forehead. The pressure of Spiritual Energy was more painful than that of the body. Every once in a while, Ye Futian needed to rest and refine his martial arts.
Finally, after a few more days, Ye Futian, who was sitting in the valley, broke through to the next plane.
His martial arts and sorcery abilities had both entered the Eighth-level Dharma Plane, and he was getting closer and closer to the Arcana Plane. Back when he was cultivating in Qingzhou City, the Arcana Plane was a legend.
Ye Futian stood up and walked out. He held the Stone Staff in his hand and looked up at the edge of the canyon. He said loudly, "If anyone in the Arcana Plane under Mount Chongshan wants to challenge me, I'm waiting for you."
Ye Futian's voice reverberated throughout the arena. Instantly, countless eyes fell on him. Was he finally going to accept the challenge?
More than two months ago, Xiahou Chu's defeat had made many eager to give it a try.
Now, as a Dharma Plane cultivator, he was challenging anyone in the lower Arcana Plane.
The lower Arcana realm included the first to the third level of the Arcana realm.
A figure stood proudly in the air, looking in Ye Futian's direction.
He stepped out and walked to the top of the canyon. Countless gazes landed on him. He had a tall and sturdy body, and his short hair made him look extremely capable.
Mo Bei, a second level Sky Realm cultivator.
"It's Brother Mo Bei," many people exclaimed. Many people exclaimed. Mo Bei was also a very famous disciple of Mount Chong. His body fell from the sky, and a terrifying pressure pressed down on the ground.
Ye Futian looked up at him. A strong pressure pressed down. It was as if it wasn't a person descending, but a mountain falling toward him.
"Boom!"
White light flashed. Mo Bei's legs seemed to turn into mountains. He stomped down, crushing everything under his feet.
Ye Futian raised his head. The staff in his hand spun and danced, its power growing stronger and stronger. Gradually, a terrible hurricane formed, as if it was brought about by the staff. Frightening pressure filled the air, and monstrous power gathered. Ye Futian gripped the staff with both hands, and then slashed at Mo Bei, who was descending from the sky.
At this moment, the Staff was like a dragon. The wind and clouds changed. Mo Bei seemed to have turned into a Noble statue, crushing everything.
At the moment of collision, an earth-shattering explosion rang out. Then, the crowd saw the mountain rocks shatter, and Mo Bei's body flew directly into the sky. The speed at which he left was even faster and more violent than when he came.
A mouthful of blood fell from the sky. Everyone saw that Mo Bei's body was like a rootless duckweed. Clearly, he was injured badly. Someone flashed and caught him.
He spat out another mouthful of blood. Mo Bei's face was pale.
"This …" Everyone's hearts trembled. They felt a wave of shock.
Mo Bei's power was so great. But it ended so tragically.
"Who else?" Ye Futian looked up at the sky. The Staff stood beside him like a god. The pressure in the canyon was still there, but Ye Futian seemed to be unaffected.
He had been training his body in the training field and his physique had become even stronger. Now that he had swung the 500-kilogram stone staff with all his might, one could imagine how powerful it was. Now that he had stepped into the Eighth-level Dharma Plane, how could Mo Bei, a strong cultivator of the second level of the Arcana Plane, withstand such an attack with his own body?
Ye Futian's voice reverberated in the canyon, shocking the crowd. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the handsome figure. The disciples cultivating on Mount Chongshan were slightly upset. This was their home ground, and Ye Futian had come here to show off.
However, Mo Bei had been defeated. There were not many people in the Lower Arcana Plane who could defeat Ye Futian.
At this moment, a figure shot straight into the canyon from the void. With a loud rumble, the entire training field in the canyon began to tremble.
Everyone's bodies trembled. They looked in that direction and saw an incomparably huge figure appearing. It was like a giant.
Ye Futian looked at the other with a strange expression. He had never seen anyone with such a huge body. Yu Sheng was already extremely burly, but this person was actually a head taller than Yu Sheng. Moreover, his entire body was covered in muscles. He stood there like a mountain.
"Tu Ling, is he going to fight?"
Everyone froze when they saw the figure. Many people looked in one direction. A young man was standing with his hands behind his back. It was Zhong Lihen, the personal disciple of Mountain Elder Zong Xu. He was known as the first disciple of Mount Chong. He was in the Noble Plane and was very talented.
Tu Ling was also the personal disciple of Mountain Elder Zong Xu and only listened to him.
Now that Tu Ling was going to fight, it was obviously his order.
Zhong Lihen stood with his hands behind his back. He knew how talented Tu Ling was. In terms of pure strength, he was the best in the whole Mount Chong.
Ye Futian had defeated all the disciples of Mount Chong. Now Tu Ling was going to fight for Mount Chong.
Tu Ling's huge body was like a mountain of flesh. He walked to the side and raised a horrible stone hammer. He stepped toward Ye Futian. His eyes were full of ferocity. He started running. Even with such a huge body, he was not slow at all. Every step he took seemed to shake the earth and mountains.
Ye Futian actually felt a strong sense of oppression from his opponent. Ye Futian waved his long staff and rotated his body. He gathered a shocking attack and swept it towards Tu Ling.
Tu Ling smashed the huge stone hammer down and collided with Ye Futian's long rod.
Bang! Ye Futian's body was sent flying backward with a frightening sound.
Ye Futian continued to wave his staff, trying to gather his strength. But Tu Ling took a step forward and smashed down again. With a loud bang, Ye Futian's body was sent flying. He couldn't keep his balance. He rubbed his staff against the ground to stabilize his body and didn't fall.
"Third level of the Arcana Plane, born with great strength." Ye Futian looked at Tu Ling. He was a monster like Yu Sheng.
Bang! Bang! Tu Ling's eyes were fierce. He continued to walk toward Ye Futian. Ye Futian stood up and saw a figure rushing forward. It was Yu Sheng. He held the Heavenly Halberd in his hand. Like a demon descending from the sky, he charged toward Tu Ling.
Tu Ling raised his hands and smashed down with the hammer. With a loud bang, Yu Sheng was smashed into the air.
"What an explosive force!"
Ye Futian stared at him. Tu Ling stood there as if he had become one with the stone statue above the valley. He was born to be a giant.
Tu Ling was much more powerful than Luo Junlin.
The people above the valley looked down at the battlefield. They were not surprised. If someone could defeat Ye Futian in the Lower Arcana Plane, it must be Tu Ling.
Mountain Elder Zong Xu once said that Tu Ling's strength was the strongest he had ever seen.
Unfortunately, Turing had a one-track mind and wasn't very smart.
"Boom." Tu Ling continued walking toward Ye Futian. Looking at the mountain of flesh, Ye Futian said, "Big guy."
Tu Ling stopped and looked ferocious. He looked like he was going to swallow Ye Futian.
"Your strength is not bad. What's your name?" Ye Futian asked.
Tu Ling stared at him fiercely. Then he kept walking forward. Every step was earth-shattering.
Another hammer smashed down. This time, Ye Futian did not take it head-on. He flashed and dodged the attack like a gust of wind. He came to the sky and stared at Tu Ling.
Tu Ling looked up at Ye Futian. His eyes were still fierce. He launched another attack.
Ye Futian kept flashing and did not collide with him head-on. People's eyes sparkled. It seemed that Ye Futian was smart. He did not choose to fight Tu Ling head-on. Even if they were in the same plane, Ye Futian might not be as strong as Tu Ling.
"You are so fierce." Ye Futian saw Tu Ling staring at him.
"You only know how to dodge?" Tu Ling finally opened his mouth. His voice was deep.
"A battle is not just a simple collision of strength. There are many ways to defeat you. But I admire your strength and don't want to hurt you," Ye Futian said. Ye Futian said. There were other talented people in the other mountains of the Academy. As for the power of the Tu Ling, only Yu Sheng could surpass him!
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