"Fang Mo, win!" Yu Wei's voice sounded again, his eyes slightly opened and closed, with a slight surprise when he looked at Fang Mo. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The corners of Fang Mo's mouth twitched, he picked up the big hammer in front of him, weighed it, felt quite heavy, and glanced at the big man who was beaten to the stage by him.

The big man was gray at the moment, the clothes on his upper body were completely burned, and there was a charred black fist on his chest, and when he saw Fang Mo holding his hammer, his face was extremely ugly.

Fang Mo chuckled, shook one arm, threw the hammer down, and said with a fist: "Accept it." ”

The big man snorted coldly with an unwilling face, took the hammer, and hugged his fists reluctantly.

Fang Mo turned his gaze to Yu Wei again, blinked, and said, "Uncle Shi, you seem to have forgotten something......

Yu Wei rolled his eyes, and flexed his fingers, shooting out the Hui Qi Pill and Qi Blood Pill, seeing Fang Mo's happy appearance, Yu Wei's heart moved, and suddenly said: "In the competition, all the magic weapons used, if you grab it, it is your own thing, the iron hammer before is not a treasure, but its value should not be less than eighty low-grade spirit stones." ”

Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, followed by a miserable scream, and said to the big man in the audience, "Hurry up...... Give me back the magic weapon!"

Dahan shrank his neck, hurriedly put the hammer back into the storage bag, turned around and left, Fang Mo was extremely distressed, looked back at Yu Wei, and said with a grudge: "Uncle Shi, why didn't you tell me earlier......"

Yu Wei laughed secretly in his heart, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Don't mess around, otherwise I will expel you from the stage, recover your aura quickly, and prepare for the next one." ”

With heartache, Fang Mo sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover his aura, the pillar of sky-high fire that he had used to break through the "Earth Wall Trap" before, in just that moment, consumed nearly twenty percent of his aura.

At this moment, the competition has just begun, and it is still very early to win ten games in a row, so you must always maintain a full aura.

"Huh, why didn't he take the Rejuvenation Pill?" Someone in the audience found the clue.

"At the time of the competition, for each victory, there is only one stick of incense at most to recover time, at this juncture, it is natural to recover as quickly as possible, but this Fang Mo does not eat the Hui Qi Pill, he ...... He's so stingy!"

"Fang Mo, you are the scum of my Heaven Stepping Sect!"

Fang Mo didn't pay the slightest attention to the words of the outside world, the time for one stick of incense to recover two percent of the aura was enough for him, naturally there was no need to waste the elixir.

When Fang Mo opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and after standing up, he looked at Yu Wei and said, "Uncle Shi, I'm fine, let's continue the competition." ”

Not used for Wei to speak, a young man with bundled hair naturally jumped on the stage, and as soon as this person came on stage, someone recognized him at a glance.

"He's Tan Zhen! Senior Brother Tan has stepped into the fifth layer of condensation for many years, far from being comparable to those people before, Fang Mo can't be Senior Brother Tan's opponent. ”

"I dare to assert that Fang Mo has lost this time!"

Tan Zhen's expression was gentle, and when he looked at Fang Mo, he smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Fang, we meet again." ”

Fang Mo smiled indifferently, naturally he would not be deceived by this Tan Zhen's appearance, a few months ago, he stepped into the second layer of condensing qi, and when he went to the "Dan Courtyard" for the first time, he encountered this Tan Zhen forcibly asking for the marrow cleansing pill from a disciple, and it was not good for himself, but at that time, in the eyes of everyone, he was still a "fire spirit body", Qiao Wanqian's proud disciple, Tan Zhen immediately changed his face after learning about it, and faintly seemed to be stammering himself.

For Tan Zhen in front of him, Fang Mo's evaluation of him is just one sentence: Right, skillful and robbing, right, climbing the dragon and attaching the phoenix, definitely belongs to the character who stabs the knife in the back!

Fang Mo asked without moving, "Senior Brother Tan, quickly take out your magic weapon." ”

"Haha!" Tan Zhen raised his head and laughed, slapped the storage bag, and took out a cyan flying sword, as soon as this sword appeared, it trembled, emitting a crisp sword sound, and the blue light spread for a while.

"Senior Brother Fang, this Wind Spirit Sword was not given by the sect, but I obtained it by chance outside, and I have been with me for many years, I love it very much, if Senior Brother Fang likes it, I will give it to you!"

As Tan Zhen pinched it, this wind spirit sword suddenly turned into a rapid speed, and went straight to Fang Mo, the latter's eyes flashed, this wind spirit sword was extremely good at a glance, and he was happy in his heart at the moment, but his mouth said: "Such a sword, Senior Brother Tan will give it if he says it, Fang Mou is ashamed of it!"

As he spoke, the aura in Fang Mo's body suddenly spread, forming an extremely strong spiritual pressure, the air around him was stagnant, and the speed of the flying sword also slowed down, at this moment, Tan Zhen's figure was vertical, and he stepped forward suddenly, grabbed the hilt of the sword, pointed at Fang Mo from a zhang away, and smiled leisurely: "Senior Brother Fang, don't be polite, the sword is here with me, if you can take it, it will belong to you!"

Although Tan Zhen's words were gentle, as soon as he made a move, he did his best to leave no room for anything, at this moment, the aura of his whole body poured into the wind spirit sword, and suddenly the entire sword body was full of blue light, and a large piece of wind blade flew out from the sword body, sweeping towards Fang Mo.

"This is ......" Fang Mo was slightly startled, in his senses, each of those wind blades was extremely similar to the wind blade technique, but there were dozens of them.

Seeing those wind blades sweeping in, Fang Mo's expression was grim, and he was not panicked, the power of the flames suddenly condensed in his hands, and when he swung it, only seven or eight fireballs shot out, but they blocked all those wind blades.

"What?" Tan Zhen was shocked, Fang Mo's fireball technique was so fast and powerful, far beyond ordinary third-layer aura disciples, even he himself couldn't release so many fireball techniques in an instant, and the fireball technique he cast was only half the size of Fang Mo.

"I'd like to see how many fireballs you can perform!" Tan Zhen snorted coldly, and another sword swept, and as his sword swept out, more wind blades shrouded towards Fang Mo than before, and there were as many as a hundred paths.

Looking at so many wind blades, Fang Mo was not only not afraid, but was extremely happy in his heart, he had already judged at this moment that the reason why Tan Zhen was able to cast so many wind blades at once must be related to the wind spirit sword, he laughed out loud, did not hurry, and directly cast a large fireball to block those wind blades.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The wind blade collided with the fireball, emitting a violent explosion, and a scorching force swept through the ring, and several low-level disciples who were too close to the ring couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Tan Zhen's face was pale, and the spiritual energy in his body was consumed extremely quickly, but his heart was even more shocked, at this moment, he gritted his teeth violently, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, this blood was absorbed by the Wind Spirit Sword in an instant, and immediately the blue light spread more than a few feet, and the wind blades that flew out of it were overwhelming, and each wind blade was twice as large as before.

Fang Mo's face changed suddenly, his body retreated sharply backwards, the aura in his body exploded, his hands crossed, and then outward, a fireball the size of a human head appeared, and after throwing it out, the fireball suddenly doubled in mid-air, followed by a bang, turning into countless rain of fire and heading straight towards the wind blade.

At the same time, Fang Mo slapped the storage bag again and took out two flying swords, his face showed a look of heartache, these were his only two flying swords, but at this moment, he didn't care about it, pinched one finger, and drove this flying sword to follow the fire rain and collide with the countless wind blades.

Suddenly, the entire ring was directly divided into two areas, half wind blade, half fire rain, of which the fire rain was followed by two flying swords, the whole scene was spectacular, this scene fell in the eyes of everyone watching the battle around, and their hearts were shaken.

"This Fang Mo ...... He was able to perform the Fireball Technique so far...... No, this is no longer a fireball technique, how could a fireball technique be so powerful? And this Fang Mo is only a third-layer cultivation of condensing qi, where does so much aura come from his body to support his consumption!"

"He must have hidden his cultivation! This is definitely the case, otherwise it would be impossible to force Senior Brother Tan to such an extent! But his body is sealed, and his cultivation is difficult, why is his cultivation growing so fast?"

"It must be because of Elder Qiao, I don't know how many pills Elder Qiao gave Fang Mo, damn it, why did Elder Qiao give the pills to Fang Mo, isn't this a waste in vain? If I give those pills, I will definitely be able to cultivate faster than Fang Mo!"

Some people are like this, when they see the waste that was not as good as themselves in the past, and suddenly they have great luck and far surpass themselves, they will be unwilling, and even have jealousy and inexplicable resentment.

Rumble!

When the fire rain and the wind blade collided, the entire ring shook with it, and when the two spirit swords collided with the wind blade, there was a series of crisp sounds of "dangdang", until finally the fire rain dissipated, the flying sword was destroyed, and those overwhelming wind blades also dissipated from the original overwhelming at this time.

Tan Zhen was shocked, and retreated back again and again, he never expected that Fang Mo would still be able to resolve it when he was using the Wind Spirit Sword with all his might, at this moment, his aura was exhausted, and when his mind turned, he slapped the storage bag and took out a pill.

Fang Mo was also panting, but he was much better than Tan Zhen, seeing that the other party wanted to swallow the pill, he stomped on the ground with one foot and shot towards Tan Zhen, while he was moving forward, with a wave of his right palm, a wind blade shot out from the palm of his hand, turning into an arc and flying towards Tan Zhen.

There is only one wind blade, but the speed is extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, Tan Zhen's complexion completely changed, he didn't have time to swallow the pill, the wind spirit sword in his hand blocked outward, and with a "dang long" sound, the wind blade was scattered, but his figure was also shaking, and he couldn't help but stumble back.

Before he could stand firm, he suddenly felt a numbness in his wrist, and the spirit sword came out of his hand, and when he looked again, the spirit sword had already been seized by Fang Mo.

"This sword is good, since Senior Brother Tan insists on giving it to me, then I have no choice but to be cowardly!" Fang Mo waved his sword, and a bloody arrow rushed out from Tan Zhen's chest, followed by another kick under Fang Mo, kicking out the opponent's lower abdomen, the latter spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell into the ring.

Fang Mo stood with his sword in his hand, his sword body dripping blood, and looked at Tan Zhen under the ring expressionlessly, the wind was blowing, and the green robe was hunting with the wind, and no one dared to ignore it.

"Fang Mo, win!"