Chapter 150 Yi Yun's Limit

Even though his physical and mental strength continued to be depleted, in Yi Yun's mind, the ingenious deduction was improving little by little.

The light in his heart continued to expand as Yi Yun supported it for a long time. The tracks that were supposed to be blurred, as if carved by a knife in the void, became clearer and clearer.

He even felt that the space that his body sensed was expanding at an extremely slow speed along with the pain in his body.

Yi Yun felt a surge of joy in his heart, but at the same time he clearly knew that his physical strength was once again approaching the limit.

At the moment when his physical strength is exhausted, he will definitely withdraw from this mysterious state...

Fortunately, when Lin Xintong left, there were still many bone relics left, and Yi Yun ate another bone relic.

Warm energy circulates in the body.

Yi Yun's whole body was soaked wet, sweating like rain!

So far, Yi Yun has been in the great formation for an hour!

Young masters of Jingzhou, your eyes are full of tears.

There was no change in Yi Yun's movements. They scratched their necks and looked at it stupidly for an hour, and they felt like vomiting.

"Is this interesting?"

Someone protested!

However, they looked at Yan Menglong, but saw the general of Tianducheng, still rubbing his chin, and looking at Yi Yun with great interest.

I don't know if the same action lasts for so long, what else is good-looking.

Just when Young Master Jingzhou became impatient, and even the young master who controlled the big formation felt like he was about to fall asleep, they suddenly heard a voice that excited them.

"Add... one level!"

Yi Yun opened his mouth, his voice was a little rough and a little hoarse. It feels like it's reaching its limit.

As he spoke, his sweat dripped down.

"Increase the difficulty? He is finally going to increase the difficulty!"

The Jingzhou sons who had been fighting with eyelids suddenly came to their senses. Great,

This Yi Yun was finally ready to challenge the fifteenth level of difficulty.

The young master who controlled the formation licked his lips excitedly and pressed the fifteenth spar.

Now you are done!

They all widened their eyes, waiting to see that Yi Yun was severely injured by the cold iron blood bead and vomited blood.

"buzz"

The cold iron blood beads roared. Because of the high-speed friction that lasted for more than an hour, each blood bead turned slightly red due to the high temperature. The power of such blood beads when hit on the body can be imagined.

There was a trace of confusion and expectation on Song Zijun's face. He also wanted to see what Yi Yun's limits were.

Suddenly, Song Zijun's pupils shrank, and he noticed that Yi Yun in the center of the formation had a strange change in his body movements.

Yi Yun's movement was slow and his movements were difficult just now. It seems that he will be hit by the cold iron blood beads at any time.

But in an instant, Yi Yun's movements became swift again, as if he had shed a bunch of burdens on his body, and his body erupted with amazing strength and agility again.

Afterimages piled up around his body, Yi Yun's shadow seemed to appear everywhere on the stage.

He reduced the weight of the silver shirt to a minimum!

For a time, Yi Yun's movements were at least 30% faster than when he had just started!

"Shhhhhh!"

Fifteen blood beads. All were escaped by Yi Yun!

The blood bead bounces back. Yi Yun tapped his toes and avoided it again. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, even more mellow and relaxed than at the 14th level. No blood drop could touch the corner of Yi Yun's clothes!

"what!?"

Everyone was stunned, how could Yi Yun's speed suddenly increase?

Young Master Jingzhou has an unbelievable expression on his face, and even the children of the Great Wilderness are a little unclear.

Did Yi Yun retain his strength just now? But it doesn't look like it. He clearly seems to have reached the limit in every movement, as evidenced by his sweat and the slightly bulging blue veins on his forehead.

"Interesting!" Yan Menglong, who had been looking at Yi Yun with interest, suddenly laughed.

Yi Yun, who was in the formation, had an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes at this time, and his body was still dripping with sweat, but his body was much more relaxed.

The heavy restraint that was tied to his body was much lighter, and the weight of the Liuyin shirt was reduced, which undoubtedly made Yi Yun's body's potential to be suppressed exploded a lot at once.

Facing the fifteenth level of difficulty, just right!

woo woo

The cold iron blood beads whistled in the void, splitting waves of wind marks visible to the naked eye.

Intense wind, raging everywhere.

And Yi Yun was like a Haiyan in a gust of wind and rain, running freely!

The people around were a little confused when they saw it, the script was wrong.

On level 15 difficulty, shouldn't Yi Yun be hit by a blood bead and then vomit blood after being seriously injured?

The young masters of Jingzhou couldn't understand, if they hadn't seen the speed of the cold iron blood beads increase with their own eyes, they would have thought that there was something wrong with the big formation.

At this time, Yi Yun's words made them even more shocked and their jaws almost dropped.

"Add one level, sixteen levels of difficulty!"

Yi Yun's voice was not loud, and it was even less obvious when it was mixed with the sharp sound of blood droplets breaking through the air, but when it fell into the ears of everyone, it made them all stunned!

The master of Jingzhou, who was in control of the formation, couldn't help shaking his hands. He almost thought that he had heard it wrong. How could it be possible? Just now, Yi Yun was very reluctant to even reach the 14th level, but now, he actually wants to challenge the 16th level?

Is he crazy! ?

"Make you crazy, make you shy, sir, I'll let you know how difficult the sixteenth level is. Do you think you can compete with Mr. Zijun."

Master Jingzhou, who was in control of the formation, ruthlessly pressed the sixteenth spar.

At that time, the entire formation flashed lightly, sixteen cold iron blood beads shot wildly, and some of the surrounding crowd couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The sixteenth level of difficulty put a lot of pressure on Yi Yun!

Each bead of cold iron blood was like a shooting star, exerting great pressure on Yi Yun's body and spirit.

These cold iron blood beads will collide with each other from time to time, forming various retrogrades and changes of direction, which are hard to prevent.

The cold iron blood bead was constantly compressing Yi Yun's maneuvering space.

buzzing

Yi Yun's ears roared and his heart beat faster. The blood flow has reached its limit.

"Crack!"

A drop of blood wiped across Yi Yun's waist. The flying fish suit on his body was torn apart directly!

Level 16 difficulty had obviously exceeded Yi Yun's limit.

"what!"

The Jingzhou young masters all let out a sigh of relief, and finally this kid can't hold on anymore.

I didn't expect Yi Yun to hide his hands before, he underestimated him just now, but he is still not as good as Young Master Zijun!

"Crack!"

Another stream of light flashed, and the sleeve of Yi Yun's flying fish suit was also torn off, and a trace of blood flew out. Yi Yun's forearm was scratched!

On the sixteenth level difficulty, the speed of the cold iron blood bead is too fast, and the violent wind, tearing off the flying fish suit is as easy as tearing a piece of paper.

Seeing that several cold iron blood orbs came flying, there was almost no dead angle to attack, Yi Yun had a hard time dodging!

In that instant, Yi Yun's figure flashed. He jumped out of the big line!

"Clap clap clap!"

The blood beads were all hit in the air!

"Um!?"

Seeing the scene of Yi Yun's appearance, the young masters of Jingzhou were all disappointed.

"This kid is too cunning!"

They hoped to see Yi Yun being beaten to the point of being beaten to the bone, but he gave up just like that, and they naturally didn't watch it.

"Brother Yi, great!"

The children of the Great Wilderness cheered. Even though Yi Yun didn't even hold on to the three-breath time on the sixteenth level difficulty. There is no suspense to lose to Song Zijun, but he can do this. It's been amazing.

A young man who came out of the Great Wilderness suppressed a group of sons from big families, even if he was not much worse than their first son.

It's certainly something to be proud of!

Today, their Great Wilderness children have proved themselves and the Great Wilderness's glory.

"Brother Zhang, you have received a good seedling."

Liu Da'er patted Zhang Tan's shoulder and said sincerely.

At this time, out of the corner of his eyes, he swept to Yi Yun and found that this kid had taken off the flying fish suit.

The broken Feiyu suit was thrown to the ground by Yi Yun like a mess of silk, revealing Yi Yun's undershirt, which was a short shirt with a silver light that looked extremely silk, like a It's a ball of veil.

"Sorry, I want to undress."

Yi Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Undress? Too much exercise, is it hot?"

The few young masters of Jingzhou looked at each other and felt a little speechless. This Yi Yun was quite strange. For a martial artist, what kind of heat was this? When his vitality was running, his sweat would immediately evaporate.

But the country people, when they go to work in the fields, they are probably shirtless, and they can understand.

When Yi Yun was undressing, his expression remained calm, and even Song Zijun, who was not too surprised when Yi Yun turned on the sixteenth difficulty level, suddenly changed his expression!

Including Yan Raptor, there was a flash of light in the tiger's eyes, and the big hand that had been touching his chin froze.

"Flowing silver shirt!"

Yan Ronglong was stunned!

What?

People didn't know why, and looked at Yan Raptor strangely. With Yan Raptor's status, the things that can make him lose his temper must be incredible.

"Flowering silver shirt? Could it be the clothes Yi Yun took off?" The young masters of Jingzhou looked strangely at the veil in Yi Yun's hands, except that it was a little thinner.

"Could it be..." Song Zijun looked at the flowing silver shirt in Yi Yun's hands in disbelief, "It's a third-grade silver shirt made by the Lin family! It's a treasure for cultivating body skills and strength! You can buy it at the auction house, but the price It’s expensive, and many times it’s a priceless state.”

"The weight of the third-grade silver shirt of the Xuanzi size can be changed from ten cauldrons to a thousand cauldrons, and you can do whatever you want. Not only that, it will also restrain people's actions. Wearing it, any action will consume a lot more strength than usual. You just now In the big formation... have you been wearing this dress all the time..."

Song Zijun's voice even trembled. He also wore similar clothes, but they were not produced by the Lin family. The models of his convection silver shirts were very rare.

what the hell?

The Jingzhou Young Masters were completely stupid when they saw Song Zijun so rude.

In their ears, there is only one sentence echoing, "Its weight can vary from ten cauldrons to a thousand cauldrons!"

Shi Ding? The lightest is also Shi Ding! ?

You mean this dress?

Yi Yun, who had been wearing a silver shirt with a heavy weight of ten, displayed a micro-level movement technique in the cold iron blood bead formation?

This is... a joke!

...(To be continued.)

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