On the jade seat in the west area, the second elder Pang Jun was leaning lazily on the wooden chair, his small eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look at the silver-haired old man. After seeing the serene look on the old man's face, his eyes rolled around several times, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart, and his fat face also looked casual.

For the unscrupulous gaze of the people around him, Han Li naturally noticed it clearly. His face was quite calm, but he sighed secretly in his heart. Under the gaze of more than a thousand monks in the Jingwu Pavilion, a white light shot out from a stone seat somewhere in the east area, and after a flash, it landed on the Eight Formations of Xuantie Flying Platform.

The white light faded, revealing a white-robed figure. The figure had an ordinary face, and a circle of blue-gold silk threads was tattooed on the collar and cuffs, it was none other than Han Li.

Han Li calmly walked to the place in front of Jin Can, bowed slightly, and said with a respectful look on his face. "In Xia Han Li, I have seen the Grand Commander. ”

Hearing this, Jin Can nodded slightly, and after looking at Han Li, he spoke. Although Jin has never met with a Taoist friend, Jin has heard of the name of a Taoist friend hundreds of years ago. It's only been hundreds of years since Daoyou entered the palace, I don't know if the True Immortal Realm has been completely stable?"

"With the concern of the commander of the Lao University, Han has no danger of falling into the realm for the time being, but it will take some time before it is completely stable. Hearing this, Han Li smiled slightly and said.

As soon as Han Li said this, Jin Can hummed lightly and asked rhetorically. "Han Daoyou, do you know the rules of the competition?"

Seeing Han Li nodding in response, Jin Can continued. "That being the case, then Han Daoyou should also know that if the disciples of the early Jin True Immortal have not yet been completely stabilized, they don't have to participate in the Jin Immortal Conference. In other words, Han Daoyou can refuse Tong Daoyou's challenge request. If the Taoist friend returns to the stone seat at this moment, he will not be blamed. ”

As soon as these words came out, Tong Ji's face changed slightly, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to stare at Han Li with an indescribable complex meaning in his eyes.

Jin Can's words made Han Li feel a little favorable, and the latter immediately bowed his head. "The commander is kind, and Han understands it. It's just that he was still waiting at the north gate before, and Han had agreed to Tong Daoyou's challenge, and there was also the commander of Lao Da to preside over the competition. ”

Hearing Han Li's words, the purple-gold armored man showed a hint of surprise on his face, and after a few deep breaths, he nodded his head and said. "Since this is the case, it depends on Han Daoyou. You two are in place. After saying the last sentence, Jin Can glanced at Tong Ji, who immediately respectfully said yes.

Seeing Han Li's insistence on accepting Tong Ji's challenge, Mu Hongsheng's eyes fluttered, and her tight beauty stretched out a lot, but there was still a trace of worry on her jade face. As for Liu Chuanyu, who was sitting not far from this woman, a pair of bright eyes were staring straight at the top of the Eight Formations of Xuantie Flying Platform, and there was a little expectation on her handsome face.

Yuan Yun, who was on the jade seat in the east, still looked at the Eight Formations Flying Platform with a cold gaze.

As for Pang Xian'er, at this moment, she was squinting at Han Li with disdain, waiting in her heart for the moment when Han Li made a fool of himself. Thinking of this, a cherry red mouth turned up slightly, and she said proudly in her heart. "What about the Ascended Monk, those who dare to offend their aunts and grandmothers have no good fruit to eat. ”

"Brother Han, please give me advice. Just after Jin Can's general activated the white light mask, Tong Ji said with a fist at Han Li, a kind smile on his face.

Han Li looked at him casually, secretly cursing a hypocrite in his heart, the corners of his mouth pulled upwards, and he also saluted. "Tong Daoyou is serious, and Daoyou also asks his subordinates to be merciful. ”

Hearing what Han Li said, the corners of the handsome man's mouth faintly flashed with a trace of disdain, and he didn't reply anymore, he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of silver mang, a pair of white palms quickly rubbed together, and the silver mangs immediately split and lined up.

The silver light faded a little, revealing the true face of the thing inside, which turned out to be a multi-inch long flying sword with a mouth of silver. Han Li counted them carefully, and there were as many as thirty-six of these flying swords, the middle six were larger than the rest, and the silver glow on them was also dazzling.

Tong Ji flicked his ten fingers in a row, and his fingertip magic quickly shot at the many silver flying swords. In the next moment, the silver flying sword was divided into six swings, and the six mother swords flew in six directions at the same time. The flying sword was extremely fast, almost in a flash.

Tong Ji didn't want to delay at all, and his mouth kept thinking, and six thick silver pillars of light rose from where the flying sword was located, and were finally stopped by the white light wall. Countless silver threads erupted from the silver pillar of light, and under the interweaving, a sword formation shrouded in silver filaments took shape, enveloping Han Li in it.

When Han Li saw these flying swords, he secretly scolded Tong Ji again in his heart, as soon as this Zifang made a move, he actually sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the golden blade of the son and mother. Tong Ji had already made up his mind in his heart to defeat Han Li as quickly as possible, so that the latter's reputation as a Flying Monk would be discredited, and he would take the position of Law Enforcement Immortal Envoy.

According to the information revealed by Mu Hongsheng and the observations in the previous two rounds of competition, these flying swords, under the urging of Tong Ji, were able to form a sword formation and besiege the opponent. Moreover, the sword formation was extremely fast, and the monks who were one order higher than him would inevitably be surrounded by it. In the first and second rounds of the competition, Tong Ji trapped the other party with the help of the sword array, and tried many times.

Once trapped by the sword array, Tong Ji urged the formation supernatural powers, pressing step by step, so that the trapped monks were overwhelmed, and finally had to be captured.

For this Alphabet Broken Golden Blade, Han Li roughly expected that the power of its combined formation would be comparable to that of a top-tier Xuantian Treasure.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared in Han Li's heart, this method could still be effective against other people, but it was not so easy to deal with him. After thinking about how to deal with it in his heart, Han Li also opened his mouth, and no more, no less, thirty-six cyan flying swords flew out, which were none other than the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

Seeing Han Li sacrifice those cyan flying swords, the man surnamed Tong suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and his face was stunned, and he faintly guessed something. Even Jin Can, who was outside the light mask on the side, couldn't help but sigh softly.

Of course, these Han Li naturally didn't know, as soon as he pinched the sword technique, the thirty-six flying swords turned into green lotus, and the green lotus spun around and disappeared in place in an instant. In the next moment, with Han Li as the center, a range of tens of zhang spitted out hundreds of cyan pillars of light from the void at the same time. The sword qi in the pillar of light was mixed, and a clear sword array faintly emerged.

Facing Tong Ji's sword formation, Han Li didn't hesitate to lay out the Qingpan Sword Formation.

Seeing this, Tong Ji's complexion changed slightly, and in the next moment, Junrong's face showed a trace of fierceness, and he recited something silently in his mouth again.

Those monks who knew the supernatural powers of the Tong Ji Sword Formation, when this son urged the son and mother to break the golden blade, they secretly sighed in their hearts, and decided that Han Li would definitely lose. However, when they saw that this self-defeating Ascended Monk had also arranged a sword array, the expressions on their faces could be described as extremely rich.

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