On one side were dozens of ice swords that were ready to go, and on the other side was Zhuo Zichen, who had completely sucked the leaking soul qi into his mouth, and the collision between the two was about to begin.

Seeing Zhuo Zichen look like this, Mu Feng also pinched a cold sweat for him in his heart, and even more so for those spectators around the ring, Xiao Qinghe had already condensed the ice sword, and there was nothing around Zhuo Zichen, so it was easy to make people feel that Zhuo Zichen's speed of sealing was not as fast as Xiao Qinghe.

However, when Mu Feng saw a confident smile on the dignified faces of Xia Ruolan and Yin Feng on the side, he looked at each other and saw doubts in the eyes of the other party, obviously even Incompetent didn't know what Zhuo Zichen was waiting for.

"Drink!" Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Xiao Qinghe took the lead in attacking, and after a roar, dozens of ice swords suspended in front of him shot out in a volley, and shot towards Zhuo Zichen with bursts of sonic booms that pierced the air.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhuo Zichen's face did not change, but his eyes became extremely cold, staring at these ice swords that burst rapidly, but Xiao Qinghe on the opposite side seemed to be on the safe side, dozens of ice swords shot out and quickly formed a seal, and the dazzling seal pattern was formed in an instant, and from the large amount of soul energy wrapped around his body, a strange flying beast with three sharp claws and a beak full of fangs gradually formed.

As soon as this strange flying beast appeared, it let out a sharp and piercing roar, and then the soul qi that was originally wrapped around Xiao Qinghe's body poured into the body of this flying beast for a while, and as these soul qi were injected into the body of this flying beast, it gradually became huge and substantial.

"Absolute fire!" Just when everyone mentioned Zhuo Zichen's throat, and dozens of ice swords were already less than a meter away from him and were about to touch his body, Zhuo Zichen's hands suddenly spread outward, and from him finally spit out an orange-red flame, which was originally only the thickness of a wrist, and the strange flame that was originally only the thickness of a wrist suddenly became larger the moment it first touched the ice sword.

The orange-red flames that spread and became larger and fan-shaped exuded a blazing high temperature, sweeping towards Xiao Qinghe all over the world, and dozens of ice swords were swallowed up by this extremely wide range of fan-shaped flames in an instant and turned into mist, such a huge flame was dumbfounded by Mu Feng, and countless spectators around the ring were already stunned after letting out an exclamation, and they didn't know how to say what to say about the scene in front of them.

The orange-red fan-shaped flames swept through, making most of the entire ring instantly turn into a sea of fire, the scorching high temperature driven by the flames in the sky made everyone around sweat profusely, and the scorching air flow scattered and impacted out, Mu Feng and the others couldn't help but cover their eyes with their hands, and the many Qingxuanzong disciples around the ring hurriedly joined hands to build a wall of water to separate the ring from the dense crowd around it, so as not to be injured by mistake.

The violent flames engulfed most of the ring, orange-red magma-like flames erupted from Zhuo Zichen's mouth, and Xiao Qinghe, who was standing opposite him, was wrapped in this strange flame and fell into the raging sea of fire, and Zhuo Zichen was still spitting out flames from his mouth, and the orange-red rolling flames poured down like a waterfall, and most of the ring was roasted red and cracked.

The water wall built by the many disciples of the Qingxuan Sect around was baked by the high temperature and the flames leaking out, and the water mist was pervasive, and some impermeable water walls could be seen faintly, and the flames were rising out of these gaps restlessly, and the old men in white who had already avoided in the ring saw this and joined in one after another, which completely separated the entire ring from the crowd with a water curtain.

"It's like this!" A cultivator in a sky-blue Taoist robe sitting behind Mu Feng and the others gasped when he saw this scene, muttering to himself in shock.

"Senior brother's extinguishing fire can't be stopped with water!" Xia Ruolan, who had never said much, seemed to have anticipated Zhuo Zichen's victory, and said softly.

"At first, the leakage of soul energy was not to show yourself, but to brew this move!" Impotent nodded thoughtfully and said softly.

After listening to the words of the two, Mu Feng understood a little, Zhuo Zichen released such a huge amount of soul qi just now and sucked it back, and then launched such a trick, which is much more clever than Xiao Qinghe who fought against him, and I am afraid that even the stones will be melted under the continuous flames.

With such a light area, the diameter of this ring is a hundred meters, and the fan-shaped fire that Zhuo Zichen spit out covers more than half, and standing opposite him, there is no place to avoid it but to resist.

Mu Feng deliberately looked at Li Wushuang, who had shown an indifferent look before, and found that Li Wushuang still had an indifferent expression at this moment, as if Xiao Qinghe, who was being suppressed and placed in the flames, and Xiao Qinghe, whose life and death were uncertain, was a stranger at all, seeing his expression Mu Feng and incompetence and Yin Feng Xia Ruolan all showed a hint of surprise.

Even if it is a stranger on the line of life and death, everyone will move a little compassion, it is really intriguing that Li Wushuang is so calm at this moment, is he overconfident in his junior brother, does he believe that Xiao Qinghe can still be safe and sound under such a fierce fire?

After half a ring, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning rolled, Zhuo Zichen in the ring finally stopped breathing fire, his face was a little pale, he gently wiped the corners of his mouth, and panted to look at the scene in front of him.

The ring was covered with red-hot cracks, like cracks spread from under his feet to the entire ring, the orange-red fire gradually dissipated, and on a dry but not cracked floor opposite him, Xiao Qinghe fell to the ground, the robe on his back and was scorched, the whole person was emitting green smoke, and a thick smell of burning came into everyone's nostrils.

Seeing that Zhuo Zichen stopped casting, several white-robed old men drank in unison, and the water wall several meters high fell violently, and everyone close to the water wall was drenched into soup.

"Dead?" Seeing Xiao Qinghe being burned like this, Mu Feng exclaimed.

Not only him, but countless spectators around the ring also focused their eyes on this place for the first time after the water curtain fell, and when they found that only Zhuo Zichen was still standing in the ring, and his opponent Xiao Qinghe seemed to have lost his breath of life, and there was an uproar.

For some reason, Mu Feng was particularly concerned about Li Wushuang, who was silent and expressionless beside him at the moment, what he didn't expect was that even though his junior brother had become like this, he still maintained an unbelievable composure and calmness, and there was no trace of emotional turmoil on his face, which was even stranger than a stranger.

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, an old man in a white robe stepped to Xiao Qinghe's side, bent down and was about to squat down to check his injuries, a scene that everyone didn't expect happened.

Xiao Qinghe, who seemed to have lost signs of life, actually stood up from the ground slowly, and the robe that had been burned on his body was blown into ashes with the wind, **** He looked embarrassed, and what was amazing was that the area where he was originally burned was healing on its own at a very fast speed, and wisps of green smoke came out of the wound that was gradually healing.

A thunderclap exploded in the sky, followed by a torrential rain pouring down, surprisingly this sudden rainstorm only landed around the ring, and Mu Feng and others, who were only a few meters away from the ring, did not get a drop of rain.

Such a strange rainstorm made Mu Feng feel surprised, and also made countless spectators scream and frightened.

"The heat caused rain clouds to form in the air above the ring, so there's nothing to fuss about." Incompetently glanced at Mu Feng beside him, looked at him with a blank look and was surprised that he had never seen the world, and sneered coldly.

"You're well-informed!" Mu Feng glared at the incompetently and replied.

The bickering between the two seemed to alleviate the tense and depressing atmosphere here, making everyone smile easily, and even Xia Ruolan covered her mouth and laughed a few times.

Seeing in the ring that Xiao Qinghe was still able to stand up, and the burns on his body were completely healed so quickly, without leaving even a trace of scarring, Zhuo Zichen's brows furrowed, and his expression became solemn, the previous blow was already his strongest move, and it consumed most of his soul energy.

Frankly speaking, he used this trick with the idea of killing the other party, but he didn't expect him to stand in front of him unscathed except for the destruction of his robe, Zhuo Zichen felt a little bad in his heart, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Amazing, I've long heard of the extinguishing fire of the senior brother, and today's trial really deserves its reputation, and the younger brother is willing to bow down."

Just when Zhuo Zichen distanced himself from him, and kept thinking about how to deal with it next, Xiao Qinghe, who originally seemed to be unscathed, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly became extremely pale, and his body involuntarily trembled under the torrential rain.

The brief rainstorm only lasted for a short time, but it cooled the scorching ring, and the rain fell on these dry and cracked stones, and the mist was filled in an instant, and the light wind blew, leaving only countless tiny cracks on the ring.

"Flutter" In the exclamation of everyone, as soon as the rainstorm stopped, Xiao Qinghe knelt on the wet ring floor, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead.

"You're not fighting?" Seeing this, Zhuo Zichen also relaxed his guard, frowned slightly, and asked coldly.

Xiao Qinghe smiled bitterly but did not answer, he gently raised his right hand and shook it twice at the white-robed old man beside him, the white-robed old man nodded and waved with one hand, and the two Qingxuanzong disciples quickly ran from under the ring, one left and one right, and helped him up from the ground.

Seeing that Xiao Qinghe took the initiative to admit defeat, Zhuo Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed.

When the white-robed old man loudly announced his victory, tens of thousands of spectators around the ring erupted in a tide of cheers and cheers, Zhuo Zichen, who was in the center of the ring, seemed to enjoy the cheers for him alone, half-squinting his eyes and looking up at the dark clouds dispersing, the clear sky and the blue sky, and the corners of his mouth showed a quite satisfied smile.

"Senior brother is too ruthless, isn't he?" When Zhuo Zichen walked out of the ring and came to the pergola where Mu Feng and the others rested, Li Wushuang, who had been silent and had a calm expression, spoke for the first time, looking at Zhuo Zichen who was coming towards him with a victorious smile, and said calmly and with deep meaning.

"Why? Isn't Senior Brother Xiao as good as ever? Zhuo Zichen's eyes changed slightly, and after sneering, he sat on the empty chair next to Xia Ruolan and drank tea leisurely.

"It's true, my junior brother's skills are not as good as others, and the strength he has accumulated for several years is once gone, and I am afraid that he will need to lie in bed for a while. Senior brother was planning to kill him just now, right? Li Wushuang glanced at Zhuo Zichen with a gloomy face, his voice was cold and ruthless, and he said as if he was self-deprecating and questioning.

"Isn't he still dead?" Zhuo Zichen didn't care about his identity at all, and then turned his head with a sneer, and no longer paid attention to Li Wushuang.

Others may not be able to see it, but even Mu Feng can see it, before Zhuo Zichen had obviously broken Xiao Qinghe's mystic technique and completely suppressed him, and continued to release the orange-red flame, it was clear that he didn't intend to show mercy to his subordinates and wanted to put Xiao Qinghe to death.

Zhuo Zichen's indifferent and ruthless answer made everyone around him feel a little shocked, Mu Feng felt a little cold in his back and felt a little afraid, thinking that when Li Wushuang and Xiao Qinghe first came, he was very attentive to the two of them, but now he wants to take this opportunity to kill them, such a change of attitude is really a little unacceptable for a while.

But this also corresponds to his temper and character, that is, he must repay him, for the escape of the two on Qixia Peak, Zhuo Zichen really got into the tip of the horns, and it was precisely because of this incident that Mu Feng turned into a war with him, this is what people often say about the unpredictable world.

"Next, please ask the contestant who won the No. 2 jade medal to go on the field and prepare for the competition." Soon after Zhuo Zichen took his seat to rest, Xiao Qinghe was sent to a room near the ring as if to receive treatment, and the white-robed old man in the ring turned to the people under the pergola and said loudly.

"Senior sister, be careful" Xia Ruolan just stood up from the seat, and Zhuo Zichen on the side whispered to her with concern.

Xia Ruolan smiled and nodded slightly, and then jumped out with a firm gaze, looking at Xia Ruolan, who was dressed in white with cloud sleeves, and when her figure fell on the ring like a light dance, there was a commotion around the ring, followed by a deafening cheer that resounded in the sky and shook the entire Qingcheng.

"Being beautiful is what more people like!" Xia Ruolan's appearance undoubtedly detonated the enthusiasm of these audiences, much more excited and enthusiastic than Zhuo Zichen's victory, seeing this incompetence and smiling bitterly.

At this moment, the seat behind Mu Feng moved slightly, and a young man wearing a yellow robe with clear eyebrows walked out of it with a solemn expression holding a green short sword, and walked towards the ring step by step with a steady pace.

Compared to Xia Ruolan, who came to the ring as light as flying, he walked a little slowly and heavily, and Mu Feng could see from this alone that this guy was probably retreating in his heart.

"Huang Fuyan, it seems that he is unlucky." Watching the yellow-robed man leave, the incompetence sitting next to Mu Feng sighed and said with regret.