You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

It was noon, and many disciples wanted to come here for the trial. The number of people increased, and many people in the Black Square noticed the sudden broadcast.

In the live broadcast, a masked man wearing a black mask and the clothes of a disciple of the Yuling Sect, and a giant white wolf taller than a human, were fighting with monsters in the second level of the primitive forest.

What surprised the disciples was that the man with the hood did not seem to know any magic, but just used brute force to fight against the monsters born in the primitive forest.

"Who is this person? Does anyone know him?" People were confused as they looked at the figure in the live broadcast.

Some people still commented: "This outfit, well, it's quite outstanding!"

This caused others to laugh.

"He's wearing such an ugly headgear, I'm afraid he doesn't look that good!" someone else made fun of him.

"The second stage of this trial requires killing twenty demon beasts at the first stage of Yanluo. Those demon beasts have thick skin and are very resistant to beatings. This person is still trying to resist with brute force. Let's just wait and watch the fun."

Some people talked about the difficulty of the second level of trial.

The battle began. Changqing and Jiaocang faced hundreds of monsters without any fear and rushed forward roaring.

Many onlookers watching Chang Qing's fight began to talk about it, and felt that the person in the live broadcast was behaving in a very strange way.

Although he looks very weak, he does not use any magic or spiritual power, but just relies on his physical body to resist, and he looks very strong.

The weakest disciple present had reached the twelfth level of Tuojing Realm, and many people had seen some outstanding disciples in the same realm fighting in trials.

When those outstanding disciples fought, beat and killed the enemy, they looked like ethereal and graceful.

As for the boy in the picture now, no matter how you look at him, he doesn't look beautiful at all. How can I put it! He looks like a wild man.

Although this man was able to fight the monster for such a long time and was evenly matched, everyone still believed that he was just a freak with a stronger body.

However, when everyone saw the masked man tearing into pieces the body of a Yanluo Realm monster with his bare hands, the splattering blood and internal organs was such a "beautiful" scene that they couldn't help but gasp.

"Sigh~"

"Sigh~"

The sounds of gasps came one after another.

All the disciples who saw this scene gasped and took a step back. It was truly too scary.

"What the hell? This guy's body is so strong! He's comparable to a monster!"

A man at the second meridian of the Yanluo realm, who was obviously older than the other disciples, swallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with horror.

He was considered to be the most knowledgeable among this group of disciples. After all, he had practiced in the sect for nearly thirty years, had executed many dangerous people in the secular world, and had fought with disciples from some major sects. He knew what some of the more powerful practitioners were capable of.

But even so, he was still shocked by the scene before him.

"Tearing a Yanluo monster into pieces with bare hands? How strong a body and strength does one need to be to do that? I'm sure that the human-monster hybrid in the inner sect can't compare to this guy."

The man thought to himself, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

On the other side, the battle between the masked man and the white giant wolf and many monsters continued. The killing speed was very fast. Soon, they killed enough monster leaders and moved on to the next level.

The masked man was covered in the blood of monsters, and the white giant wolf turned into a red giant wolf.

But overall, neither of them seem to have consumed much energy. You can even see the masked man in the picture humming a little tune, looking very comfortable, as if he is not fighting but strolling in the garden.

The discussions of the people in front of the display board gradually became quieter, until Chang Qing passed the second level, when everyone present became silent, leaving only the sound of breathing.

After a long time, a man suddenly said:

"I am not seeing things, are I? This masked guy seems to have cleared the second level in just half an incense stick of time!"

"Damn! This guy is so strong! If I remember correctly, it took Brother Zhao nearly two incense sticks of time to pass the second level just now."

Some people compared them with the disciples on the ranking list.

"That's right. Don't forget that the masked guy didn't use any spiritual power in the battle just now! This is the most terrifying thing."

There were several more gasps.

Two incense sticks later, Changqing and Jiaocang safely passed the next third and fourth levels of trials. However, both of them had a few wounds on their bodies, but they were not serious.

Many people outside the trial site could no longer sit still. They held their jade talismans and began to post the news from here on the forum.

Many people saw the content of the forum and rushed over.

Chang Qing did not hesitate in front of the two doors on the fourth floor and continued to move forward to the next level. Only about 10% of the seven emotions in his body had dissipated. Not enough! Continue.

Seeing that the masked guy continued to move to the next level without any rest, everyone didn't say much this time. The original ridicule and contempt had disappeared, leaving only curiosity.

Everyone started betting on how long it would take Chang Qing to pass the next level, and even how many levels he would be able to pass in the end.

The requirements for passing each level will be doubled, and passing the levels will become more and more difficult. This time, Changqing did not choose to use only physical strength, but instead used spiritual power to supplement his physical body and started to break through the levels.

Under the influence of spiritual power, Changqing's speed in killing enemies and breaking through levels became faster again. He snatched a fairly strong long sword from a demon soldier, and Changqing disappeared again in the group of demons.

Until the seventh level, Changqing's speed did not slow down at all, and he passed each trial level in just half an incense stick of time.

The crowd, who had originally quieted down and were watching the live broadcast, started a new round of discussion.

"What level of strength has this senior brother reached?" Everyone unconsciously became more awed by Chang Qing, and even their way of addressing him had changed.

Just now, he passed the first four levels just by relying on brute force of his physical body, breaking many records. After using spiritual power, his speed of passing the levels was even faster.

"Who is this senior brother? Can anyone guess him?" People were even more curious about the identity of the masked man.

"From the figure, I can't guess. From the spirit beast, it seems that there is no one similar to this person in the sect. Strange!"

Some people tried to identify it carefully, but there were no clues.

If Jiao Cang knew that he was called a spirit beast, he might have eaten him directly. After all, he was a demon of pure blood, not one of those domesticated spirit beasts.

"He didn't show any skills. He just used spiritual power to infuse the sword to fight. It's hard to tell."

Behind the crowd, a young man with a sharp aura and arcs of electricity flashing from time to time looked at the person in the picture, frowned and thought for a moment. He felt that the person was somewhat familiar, but for a moment he could not remember where he had seen him.

This person was none other than the rare young man with the thunder spirit root who had entered the sect together with Chang Qing.

At this time, Changqing's expression in the seventh trial realm gradually became solemn. A human figure appeared for the first time in this level, and it was an evil cultivator emitting a bloody aura, with his entire body hidden in a torn blood-red robe.

This evil cultivator was only one level lower than Changqing, and had the strength of the sixth level of Yanluo. If it was just one, Changqing could still deal with it, but this level required the elimination of seventy of these evil cultivators, and the pressure was quite great.

Fortunately, I still have enough physical strength and spiritual power, and with Jiao Cang by my side, it is not impossible to accomplish it.

Changqing took a deep breath and attacked forward first.

The evil cultivators didn't seem to be good at close combat. Before Changqing could get close, dozens of spells attacked him.

Poison arrows, bone-scraping flying blades, acid rain, and a swamp-like red blood pool that suddenly appeared on the ground restricted Changqing's movement.

The people watching in the square were quite nervous when they saw Changqing stuck in a stalemate, and they all clenched their fists.