"Ah, no, nothing happened!" The fragments of the Baoding were involved too widely. The more people knew about it, the greater the possibility of leaking the secret. Therefore, before Feng Juntong answered, Ye Shuo quickly interrupted the conversation between the two.

In order to distract Yan Xuemeng's attention, Ye Shuo was quick to learn and shouted: "Xuemeng, do you remember that you don't understand the secret method of restoring the spirit? My spiritual power is greatly lost and I need your help!"

Yan Xuemeng did not feel suspicious and nodded gently: "Okay."

As she pinched her seal, a transparent magic array rotated and formed on the soles of Ye Shuo's feet. Drops of rain and dew floated down from the air, as thin as cow's hair, moistening things silently.

Under the nourishment of this rain, Ye Shuo could feel that the exhausted spiritual power in his body was rising at an astonishing speed. The blood vessels, spiritual veins, and even every muscle had resurfaced with abundant power.

When he was surprised by the recovery of spiritual power, Ye Shuo could not help but sigh in secret that Yan Xuemeng's mastery of the secret method of restoring the spirit has improved a lot in recent years.

The first time I experienced the magic of the secret method of restoring the spirit was when I was storing my energy for a period of time. At that time, Yan Xuemeng was able to restore all his spiritual power, but now he has broken through to the Qi Transformation Level, and he can still recover to the peak at one time. You should know that the spiritual power reserves of the Qi Storage Level and the Qi Transformation Level are very different. Yan Xuemeng used the secret method of restoring the spirit to consume naturally the spiritual power consumed.

The children of these great powers are indeed very happy. They have endless resources to enjoy, and they can naturally walk smoother than others on the road of cultivation. Ye Shuo sighed silently, and at this moment he suddenly remembered the joke that was popular in the Xuantian Sect, "Even a pig can be a genius."

"Xuemeng, this Feng Juntong, is her special secret technique really real?" After solving the urgent problem, Ye Shuo asked Yan Xuemeng again. It seems that they know each other, maybe Xuemeng will know the secret of those eyes...

Yan Xuemeng's expression became a little more serious when she heard about this: "Yes, as soon as Jun Tong was born, someone in Jiuyou Palace discovered that she had a rare talent for illusionists. The palace master rewarded a treasure called "The Eye of True", which could illuminate the mind and purify the eyes, break down all falsehoods, allow her to integrate into her pupils, and assist in her practice. Jun Tong really used this treasure very well. Among the younger generations in Jiuyou Palace, her strength is among the best."

"What 'Real Eye'..." Ye Shuo felt cold inexplicably, "If you want to integrate into your eyes, won't your eyes be blind?"

Yan Xuemeng was stunned and then giggled, "It seems that you really don't understand the contact lenses worn by girls at all. In the words of the hometown plane of the Far Ancestor, he is a standard 'straight man'..."

Ye Shuo was embarrassed by her smile, and realized that he might have asked a stupid thing, so he could only change the topic: "Then... is there any way to deal with it?"

Looking at Feng Juntong again, Yan Xuemeng restrained her smile, and the pure white spiritual power began to coil around her.

"I haven't fought with her, so I can't say anything now. I can only attack for the moment, and then slowly find her flaws."

After the words came, Yan Xuemeng's figure gently rose up, slapped her palms continuously, and the transparent wave of spiritual power rolled like fog, attacking Feng Jun's pupils.

Just now, Feng Juntong was standing quietly. Even when Yan Xuemeng restored her spiritual power for Ye Shuo, she did not stop her. It seemed that in her opinion, no matter how the enemy struggled, the direction of the battle could not be changed. Letting the other party have hope first and then destroy it by her own hands is more enjoyable than simply winning.

She had no choice... Looking at the two women fighting, Yan Xuemeng's condition was the same as herself. Every move was agile and changeable, and she could always be seen through by the enemy in advance. After a few rounds, she quickly fell at a disadvantage. Ye Shuo didn't know how many times it was to sigh.

Although there is an extra helper, it seems that it is useless. Even if the two of them join forces, they will not be able to defeat Feng Juntong. They have to restrain her abilities... unless they use human-sea tactics to make her fists unable to match four hands, and even if they can see through it, they will be unable to fight back... Yes, that's it!

As his mind turned, Ye Shuo formed seals with his hands, and only a few bangs were heard. In this area, a large number of spiritual clones had automatically formed. They formed a circle, rose up in one stroke, and rushed towards Feng Juntong in the middle.

Some of these clones use different moves to sway the fist, while others lift their legs. At first glance, it is dazzling.

Although the attack power of the spiritual clone is not as good as the original body, and will be defeated instantly when under strong attacks, it does not mean that they can ignore their role in the battle. Even if Feng Juntong knows that these are just clones, she must resist, otherwise... Otherwise...

Just as Ye Shuo stared at his eyes full of confidence and was waiting to see his clone show his skills, a series of "puff" sounds suddenly sounded in the field. The clones that were still aggressive a moment ago turned into a wisp of smoke in the air at the same time. The spiritual power fluctuations brought about by them naturally dissipated completely.

Just now...what happened? Ye Shuo was stunned. He was sure that Feng Juntong had never taken action. So, how did she get rid of these clones from afar?

Because of the sudden defeat of the clone, Yan Xuemeng was also shocked and the offensive slowed down slightly. Feng Juntong saw the opportunity and slapped her out with a palm, which made her take several steps back.

"Hasn't Xue Meng told you just now?" Feng Juntong stared at a pair of emotionless blood pupils, looking at Ye Shuo with sarcasm, "My 'real eyes' can cut through all the illusions. I can just scan all the false clones, just one glance. No matter how hard you struggle, it is useless."

Ye Shuo only felt a thrust in his heart. This eye... isn't it too convenient? He already had Shi Ni's Eye. If he could get this true eye again... At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the severity of the situation, but instead vaguely developed a little desire for this treasure.

Yan Xuemeng stood still with difficulty, pondered for a moment, and made gestures with her hands. Ice blue snowflakes rotated and danced around her, and the temperature of a space dropped sharply.

As the snowflakes danced, an ice crystal lotus suddenly exploded at the bottom of Feng Juntong's feet. The scattered snow particles quickly condensed into strings of frost. A thin layer of ice quietly formed at the hem of her skirt. The ice layer was still spreading upwards, as if to freeze her whole body.

However, even if every piece of splashing fragment contained a shocking cold air, Feng Juntong at the center of the white frost was always standing straight and as if nothing had happened. After the ice lotus completely exploded, the diffusing ice layer was shattered one after another like snow melting in the sunlight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The remaining water droplets were completely evaporated after Feng Juntong's spiritual power flowed around her. Only a few strands of white mist that had not yet dissipated were still lingering around her. At this time, it seemed that not only had no lethality, but it added a bit unfathomable to her.

"Xuemeng, do you remember that you are not from the combat faction." Feng Juntong's red lips moved slightly, and his voice was ethereal, "So you could only go to the doctor's lineage at the beginning. But your doctor's ability is useless except to restore some physical strength for you and your companions."

"Or can you attack with the mental power of the Heavenly Talisman Master? But it's a pity that my true eyes are destined to be the nemesis of all illusory magic. So even this move is useless."

Her tone was plain and without any emotional ups and downs, as if she was just narrating an indisputable fact.

It was clearly a very sweet voice, but under her overwhelming power, a few words were so simple that they made people feel cold.

"But I don't care. Anyway, there are no other enemies on this arena. If you want to ask for trouble, I can't play with you more."

"The only one who qualifies for the finale will be Sister Bo Liang. Oh, let's count Yan Shilin from your Tianxiao Pavilion."

"Everyone wants to lose. You and me, we will lose. But if you lose a little later, you will get a little more points."

"Let's do it like this, let's hold on until the end of other groups. Now, let's have fun."

No one else? Ye Shuo was stunned and looked around. Sure enough, he saw the ring that was already crowded. When he and Feng Juntong fought hard, they had already cut all the money. There were only a few areas left, and there were still a few players scattered, but they were already the remaining soldiers and weak generals after a long battle and could not last long.

Not only them, but also several other arenas, have entered the final final battle. It seems that the top ten candidates to qualify are about to officially emerge...!

Can't lose... Ye Shuo clenched his fists. He has already supported this place. He has to go further and defeat Mo Gucheng in the decisive battle. He must not lose here...!

Do you have to use "self-sleeping"? Even with Feng Juntong's ability, it is impossible to see that there is another consciousness in his body, which shows that the true eye is not omnipotent... The second consciousness, the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor who connects to the third level of the heaven, can be defeated. He is confident to sweep this arena!

But this move was originally his trump card against a powerful enemy. If he used it rashly here, would it be exposed too early? Ye Shuo was also a little confused for a moment.

While hesitated, Yan Xuemeng had re-formed the seal.

"Jun Tong, you underestimate the doctor too much. Our ability is actually not just to heal our companions."

"Can your true eyes break the illusion, but it can also restrain physical illness?"

"Try this trick... you're plagued by all kinds of diseases!"

A layer of dark green gas surrounded Feng Jun's pupils. In the floating fog, there was a sense of depression as the plague spread, as if it contained a large number of bacteria.

Ah... this move! Ye Shuo was excited. He also saw Yu Ruoheng use this move. Because doctors know the structure of human body best, they can cure diseases and naturally exert diseases. It directly makes people seriously ill, which is much more powerful than ordinary spiritual attacks!

Under his nervous gaze, Feng Juntong's appearance showed no sign of serious illness in her clone.

"Xuemeng, I've long seen that you're going to use this move." Feng Juntong opened her red lips lightly, "What a pity. If your opponent is not me, maybe your move will have a high probability of taking the lead."

"But now..." The black lines in Feng Juntong's eyes flowed, and an invisible wave suddenly released, "All diseases are plagued - reflex!"

The gas wrapped around her was like a powerful energy that exploded, and instantly rushed backwards and penetrated into Yan Xuemeng's body!

"Um..." Yan Xuemeng frowned in pain. Ye Shuo could feel that after hitting this move, her spiritual power fluctuations almost immediately dropped by more than half!

Feng Jun's pupil was not slow at all, her figure was light and straight, passing through the space like teleportation. The attack was like lightning, and her palm shadow continued. Although Yan Xuemeng was weak all over her body, she could only force herself to raise her palm and fight back. But this time, she was obviously dealing with the difficulties, gasping quickly, and her feet retreated repeatedly.

Ye Shuo rushed to help, and the three of them formed a group of fights. However, facing Feng Juntong's real eye, Yan Xuemeng's combat power was greatly reduced again, and the situation was almost one-sided. The two were forced to retreat to the edge of the ring.

At this moment, a faint hum suddenly sounded in Ye Shuo's mind.

"Qing Xiangxiong, have you woken up?" Feeling the little bear stretching, Ye Shuo was overjoyed, "Qing Xiangxiong, don't you always say that you are a thinker? There is a difficult enemy here now. Do you want to think about how to deal with her?"

"It's so rude!" Qing Xiangxiong's loud voice buzzed in his mind. Perhaps it was just woken up, and its voice was full of energy. "I was the greatest thinker among the pet animals!"

"Yes, yes," Ye Shuo agreed with a dry smile, "so what can you do?"

"Um..." Qing Xiangxiong's aura became weaker, and it took a while to suggest, "Or master, just let it get angry. If you don't even know where you will hit the next move, she will naturally not know! That's right, just do it!"

"It's useless to discuss with the pet beast." Before Ye Shuo could sigh again that Qing Xiangxiong's "unreliable" was the one who had already brushed his clothes before him. Ye Shuo felt a pain in his chest, and his outer shirt exploded automatically, and a blood light splashed in the air.

Just as Feng Juntong was about to pursue the victory, suddenly, a gentle white light suddenly flourished, and the beam seemed to have the power to pierce all darkness. Even Feng Juntong's attack stopped here.

In Yan Xuemeng's hand, she was holding a pure white scepter tightly, shining with supreme light. There was an unparalleled scent of holy aura that was flowing silently within the scepter. She, who had previously seemed a little sick due to her spiritual skills, had returned to her peak state. At this moment, she was like a goddess standing in the clouds, sacred and inviolable.

"Is the scepter of light actually here with you?" Feng Juntong looked at the scepter in Yan Xuemeng's hand in shock, and a rare look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

Yan Xuemeng smiled faintly: "The Scepter of Light is the most holy magic weapon in the world, which can purify all filth. Only the same kind of "Dark Scepter" can fight against it."

"But I think the Dark Scepter should not be on you, right?"

While speaking, she turned her scepter and pointed straight at Feng Juntong's neck.

"Jun Tong, you lost this competition."
Chapter completed!