Although most of the Yuanying Cultivators understood the little man's hand, even if they knew that he was trying to muddy the waters, they had to make a move, because the temptation of the void ball was too great.

At the beginning, the power of the ten major sects said that the number of void balls was not much, and the further this goes, the more fierce the competition will definitely be, it is better to start early, get it early, enter the second level as soon as possible, and feel at ease.

Therefore, although he knew the thoughts of the little man, there were still many Yuanying cultivators, who secretly thought about it in their hearts, and secretly compared their own strength with Ye Fei's.

Some people who think that they have a better chance of winning are open to the next battle.

Ye Fei looked at everyone, walked back to the center of the formation directly, and sat in place, with a big posture of not coming and not fighting. There was a hint of contempt in that look.

At that moment, a scholar-like monk in his thirties flew out. This scholar-like monk is similar to those who are talented and dressed up in mortals.

If it weren't for the fact that they were all monks on this occasion, they would really look like a scholar who was a scholar. He is also very sven, holding a folding fan, and he almost shakes his head.

This monk is also a young child, after flying into the field, he fell into shape, stared at Ye Fei with his eyes, pretended to shake the folding fan in a chic manner, and slowly paced a few steps forward, but he looked like a literati and a gentleman.

Then Ye Fei watched him and walked into his formation step by step.

Ye Fei's formation is very capable of concealing people, and he didn't find that formation when Ye Fei entered the ruins.

This monk didn't know the formation, so naturally he didn't see it. But obviously, he only arrived later, so he didn't know that there was a formation in this place at all.

And some of them arrived here early, knowing that there was a formation monk here, they couldn't help but cover their faces, and they had a feeling that they couldn't bear to look at it directly.

You say that you will fight, and the position where you fly and fall, and it is not that you can't attack the other party, what are you doing when you shake your head and walk in? Isn't this looking for your own death?

The monk didn't know what was going on, he was very indifferent in his heart at the moment, looked at Ye Fei, arched his hand, and said with a smile

"In the lower Wang Qinghou, it is ashamed to say that I have taken a fancy to the void ball in the hands of the Taoist friend, if the Taoist friend is willing to give up his love to the next, it will be even better.

Of course, if the Taoist friend refuses, then it can't be said, so I have to try. I don't know what to do with friendship?"

Everyone rolled their eyes when they heard this, and the monks who knew that he had already entered the formation were even more speechless: This Yuanying monk is not an idiot?

It's not like it's been slaughtered by others? and the people who want other people's void balls are really foolish dreams. Let's not talk about the Void Ball, you can come out alive first.

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Ye Fei looked at the prince Qinghou with a smile, after all, didn't he just want to win the treasure?

Ye Fei stood up, looked at him and said with a smile, "In Xia Ye Fei, it's unfortunate that this void ball doesn't want to be given to anyone." ”

Wang Qinghou also sighed, as if he was very sorry, and said, "Alas, since this is the case, then we have to meet each other." ”

As he spoke, he put away the folding fan in his hand and took out a brush-style magic weapon from the storage ring.

Ye Fei thought that the folding fan was his magic weapon, it seems that this Wang Qinghou likes to read and write very much, and even the magic weapon is a brush.

Wang Qinghou did not attack Ye Fei, but began to write in front of him.

The bristles at the front of the brush were white, and there was no ink or anything like that on them, Ye Fei looked carefully, and when he wrote on the tip of his nose, it was red.

That should be spiritual power, Wang Qinghou used spiritual power and wrote with spiritual power.

This is quite unusual, the enemy is current, if he doesn't attack, what words can he write? Ye Fei was on guard in his heart, and he didn't take it lightly.

The surrounding monks also felt very strange, they had never seen anyone who took a pen and wrote in front of the battle, and they couldn't help but look at Wang Qinghou intently.

The Wang Qinghou smiled, looked free and easy, waved his wrist, and wrote the word 'fire' in the air.

The red spiritual power of the tip of the pen operates, and the pen falls, and the red fire character has been formed. When Wang Qinghou wrote the last stroke, he gently said a "Go." ”

The word fire flew towards Ye Fei quickly, and the font, which was originally only the size of a palm, expanded rapidly in the flight, and actually turned into a raging 'fire' about one person high. That 'fire' attacked violently towards Ye Fei.

The people around rolled their eyes and glanced at the scholar with disdain, but in the end, it wasn't a spell attack?

Ye Fei was not afraid, the arc in his hand had already formed a power grid, advancing outward, facing the raging 'fire'.

At the same time, he was single-minded, pointed directly at the sky with one arm, and led down a heavenly thunderbolt, attacking the monk.

The monk frowned, he didn't expect Ye Fei to be able to lead down the thunder, so he hurriedly dodged, and at the same time held the magic weapon of the brush, and began to write and draw again in mid-air.

Ye Fei looked at all this, and found that at this time, the spiritual power on the tip of the monk's pen was earthy yellow, and as he finished his last stroke, the earthy yellow spiritual power gushed out.

In front of him, an earth-attribute defense was formed, blocking the thunder for him.

This exercise is not bad, it can be attacked and defended, but this kind of exercise should be particularly depleting of spiritual power, even if he is in the Yuan Infant Stage, he should not be able to write many words.

Wang Qinghou blocked the thunder that day, at this time the word 'fire' was still competing with the power grid, Wang Qinghou gently touched the brush in the air, and a fiery red spiritual power went towards the word 'fire'.

When I arrived, I saw that the 'fire' suddenly dispersed, as if the whole word had been disassembled, stroke by stroke, and the four strokes were scattered, forming four attacks, bypassing the power grid and attacking towards Ye Fei.

This word can still be disassembled, Ye Fei hurriedly took off Hongbu, flashed a few attacks, and one attack after another returned to his head, and continued to attack Ye Fei.

Ye Fei snorted, the arc of his left hand counterattacked back, and the one-arm of his right hand pointed to the sky and led the heavenly thunder to attack the scholar.

The scholar hurriedly dodged and wrote to defend against the heavenly thunder, and he didn't care about controlling the flames, he didn't have Ye Fei's single-mindedness.

Those flames were not commanded, and they were immediately dispersed by Ye Fei's arc, and at the same time, Wang Qinghou also defended against Ye Fei's heavenly thunder.

Ye Fei didn't ask Zi'er to use the formation to assist, and he didn't use the formation himself, so he fought against Wang Qinghou so well.

Ye Fei couldn't help grinning when he saw Wang Qinghou writing again, pointed his arms to the sky, and began to continuously lead down the heavenly thunder to attack the other party.

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