Ye Fan stood in the crowd, but his body was not densely crowded, which was very eye-catching. As soon as the disciple of the Tiesheng Sect in the ring lowered his head, only Ye Fan was standing alone in the direction he looked over, and the surrounding circle was empty, so he was naturally very eye-catching.

The disciple of Tieshengmen was not very handsome, his face was slightly slender, his lips were extremely thin, and half of his cheeks were blocked by the bangs that hung down, and even his forehead looked sharp and narrow. But as soon as he opened his eyes like this, his eyes seemed to be flowing with Dao Huaguang, and the whole person suddenly became energetic, making people suddenly forget his appearance.

Nuomi was originally staring at Ye Fan, but when she suddenly saw Ye Fan's eyes change, she also followed Ye Fan's eyes and looked at the disciples guarding the stage.

The Tiesheng Gate guard disciple looked as if he was concentrating on provoking Ye Fan, but as soon as Nuomi put his eyes on him, he immediately twisted his head, and actually met Nuomi's gaze directly.

Glutinous rice is a timid person, I didn't expect the other party to turn back, and I didn't expect that my eyes would meet. The disciples of Tieshengmen were originally provoking Ye Fan, and their eyes were full of ferocity, and when they turned around like this, they immediately scared Nuomi into shivering. If it weren't for the lack of a pillar next to her, she would have hid behind in an instant.

The guarding disciples of the Tiesheng Gate probably didn't expect that after turning their heads, they saw such a soft little guy, and they were also stunned. His reaction was much quicker than that of glutinous rice. Seeing that Nuomi looked like a small animal that was not scared, it was really interesting to look at, and he instantly took his eyes back again. He also smiled at the glutinous rice.

However, that smile didn't last long.

The ringing of the bell earlier heralded the official start of the competition. The disciples in the ring just provoked Ye Fan for a while, and there were already impatient Ten Thousand Sword Sect disciples who jumped forward. Jumped into the ring.

"Hmph, with someone like you, it's not our turn to make a move. Let me think about your work first. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who jumped into the ring had not yet gained a firm foothold, and the voice had already spread. He was wearing a dark yellow robe, and his face was also unrecognizable, and he was estimated to be a disciple of Huangshi Peak.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Huangshi Peak's cultivation method, if it was a single cultivation, would definitely be worse than a person like Ye Fan who was born in the Great Cloud Mist Peak. But this reduction in cultivation can be made up for with various magic weapons. When the Mountain Gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was small. The most unpredictable strength is these disciples of Huang Shifeng. As long as others take a look at the cultivation, they can probably see one or two, but what about these Huangshi Peaks, no one knows how many strange magic weapons are hidden in secret.

Also inscrutable are the group of monks who specialize in beast control in Purple Shadow Peak. However, it took much more energy to control the beast than refining a magic weapon, and it was even more deceptive to Huang Shifeng's disciple in comparison.

In addition, Huang Shifeng's disciples are all from refining weapons, most of them are fire spirit roots, and they have cultivated a body of copper skin and iron bones, which is even more difficult to deal with.

I used to be in the time of the mountain gate Xiaobi. What the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were most afraid of was encountering Huang Shifeng's opponent. But now that he saw Huang Shifeng's disciples acting on behalf of the sect, they naturally shouted along.

Nuomi listened attentively and found that the disciple of Huangshi Peak seemed to be a well-known person, many people knew him, and called his name all the way, asking him to quickly beat the arrogant opponent down.

“…… Aren't you arrogant? Glutinous rice muttered quietly, and naturally no one heard what she was saying.

Ye Fan looked at the ring here fixedly, so the glutinous rice also followed along. As for the battle between the mountain sects, her understanding is still very vague. It was not she who came to power. It's not a big brother. She didn't even care who would win. She was still wondering in her mind whether to get closer in the direction of the senior brother and whether she would be discovered by the senior brother if she leaned over.

Her mind has been spinning for a long time, but she has missed most of the competition. It's finally time for her to turn her eyes and mind back to the ring. That Huangshi Peak's disciple was already at a disadvantage.

That Huangshi Peak disciple really had a spiritual weapon hidden on his body, although he didn't look at the level of a magic weapon, his appearance was very strange. It is a pair of hooks of different colors on the left and right. The hook in the left hand was slightly larger, glowing with a dark cyan glow; The hook in his right hand is red, and it looks like it has just been taken out of the steel furnace, and it is not a mortal weapon.

Ordinary monks are accustomed to using flying swords and magic weapons, and a few also use knives or guns, such as hooks, which are not popular weapons in secular martial arts, let alone in the immortal gate.

The guarding disciples of the Tiesheng Gate did not use weapons, and their hands were hidden in their sleeves empty. If the scene were changed, he would be more like a literati who recited poetry rather than fighting in this ring. This Tieshengmen can be seen from the name alone to be a sect that is good at the art of forging, and the technology will not be under Huangshi Peak at least, and the disciples of the Tieshengmen are also holding spiritual weapons, but they don't know why the top one is empty.

Although his hands were empty, he only used his body to dodge the attack, and occasionally raised his hand to blast out a red spiritual fire from his palm, but he always forced the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to retreat and defend themselves. Under the deliberate control of the master, the spiritual fire is very tricky and flexible, like a vicious fire snake, writhing forward, picking on the place that the opponent can't defend and burning over.

"Hey, Huang Jun, can you do it, why don't you hurry up and cheer up?!"

Most of the people around the ring were disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and when they saw that the same sect above had fallen into a disadvantage, they couldn't help but clamored to cheer him up. Those people shouted in a mess, and Glutinous Rice finally heard it clearly.

The people of the Tiesheng Sect seemed to be quite relieved of the disciple who was guarding the ring, but not many people came to cheer him on, and they were all scattered outside to watch the people of the Tiesheng Sect challenge the ring of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Huang Jun looked dignified on the stage, very wolf-like. Fine beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead, and all his attention was devoted to defense. The only thing he's better than his opponent now is that he still has a weapon in his hand. It's a pity that his weapon has been completely reduced to a shield-like role. Every time it was hit by the spiritual fire, a thin green smoke would rise. On weekdays, he would be distressed, but now at this time, if he feels sorry for the weapon again, it will really be "fatal".

The guarding disciples of the Tiesheng Gate pressed forward step by step, freeing themselves from the dodging situation when they first accepted the challenge, and became more and more ferocious. He showed no mercy in his hands, but his face was still smiling, and he was a little indifferent, twisting his wrist to attack, while still having time to glance at the stage.

It's the time of this glance --

Huang Jun's eyes lit up, and he instantly caught an opportunity from the other party's distraction. He didn't have time to think about whether he would have time to seize this opportunity, so he knocked the two hooks in his hand into each other, bowed his body and pounced on his opponent. His opponent was still relaxed, and he dodged the two attacks he crossed on one side, and his double hook couldn't even touch the corners of the opponent's clothes. I don't know if the disciple of the Tiesheng Sect felt that it was unnecessary, or deliberately wanted to play a trick under the attention of everyone, but he just took a step back, and he could shrink between the two hooks, sandwiching his whole person between the sharp hooks.

In the end, the guarding disciples of the Tiesheng Gate missed the best opportunity to dodge because of distraction.

The pair of hooks shimmered with an eerie light, and it looked like they had a spell attached to them. I saw Huang Jun's wrist turn, the double hook closed, and slashed at the opponent's waist. The Tieshengmen didn't know whether he was stupid or had no way to retreat, so he stood firmly in place, and watched the two sharp blades slash towards him.

"Ahh She is not like the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect around her, all she thinks about is victory or defeat, whether it will hurt people's lives, where will they care.

"Up, up, up!" "Senior Brother Huang Jun, cut him down!" "Oooh!"

The previous battle could be said that Huang Jun had been pressed and beaten by the other party, and the atmosphere of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who were watching and cheering down below was a little dull. Now that they suddenly saw the chance of victory, they couldn't help but jump up excitedly and shouted loudly to cheer on the stage.

Glutinous rice's exclamation was hidden in the crowd, looking so weak and inconspicuous.

The disciple guarding the Tiesheng Gate was about to be slashed in the arm by the double hook. Unexpectedly, he actually raised his hands first in this busy schedule, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his left hand slashed forward - this time, it was no longer a spiritual fire released from his hand, but a thin palm purple thunder.

Purple Thunder was fast, almost like lightning, and rushed into Huang Jun's body before he could be hit by his double hook.

Huang Jun's tall body was stunned, trembled imperceptibly, and the whole person froze in place. He was still trying to reach forward with his weapon, hoping to command his body and move forward a little further. The distance between him and his opponent was just a little shorter, and if he could send the weapon forward for half a minute, he would be able to insert the weapon into the opponent's body.

He gritted his teeth and twitched, his eyes widened like brass bells, but he finally failed to command his paralyzed body to move another half inch.

The guarding disciple of Tieshengmen kicked Huang Jun to the stage with a smile, flicked his sleeves for a long time, and blinked his eyes in the direction of Nuomi, "Ah, it's so dangerous, it's dangerous, it's worrying about me." ”

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