"I'm here with my apprentice, she's the real contestant, don't make a mistake." Xiao Muchen pointed at Nalan Yanran and said.

"Apprentice?" Venerable Lei's eyes narrowed and he looked at Nalan Yanran.

After a moment, he said with a smile: "Well, since that's the case, then let's go on." ”

"I have no opinion." Xiao Muchen shrugged his shoulders, then looked at Venerable Huangquan.

Venerable Lei, Venerable Sword, and Venerable Wind all looked at Venerable Huangquan, and now they are waiting for him to make a statement.

Venerable Huangquan's eyes flickered a few times, knowing that the current situation ignored him, he snorted and sat down directly.

"Is it possible to continue the game now?" Venerable Lei looked at Xiao Muchen and asked.

"Absolutely." Xiao Muchen nodded, walked down, and after walking under the Silver Wood Square, he said to Nalan Yanran: "This time I hope you can get a championship." ”

"Of course." Nalan Yanran had confidence in her eyes, and now she, even if she is a Douzong, is not false.

"In that case, let's get started." Xiao Muchen didn't want to delay time, so he casually made a chair.

After Xiao Muchen sat down, the game officially started again, but the most people paid attention to Xiao Muchen, they never thought that there would be another Douzong powerhouse.

However, the game continued, and more than ten minutes passed, and the number of people on the field dropped from ten to three, plus Feng Qing'er, Nalan Yanran, Mu Qingluan, Tang Ying, Xiao Yan, and there were only eight people left.

Seeing that there were only such people left, Nalan Yanran directly attacked the remaining three.

With the thin sword in hand, the breeze lingered, three or two blows, and the three of them directly admitted defeat and stepped down.

Although I didn't know what Xiao Yan was doing here, he still took the initiative to admit defeat, and when he walked down the silver wood square, he leaned towards Venerable Lei.

Now, only Nalan Yanran, Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan and Tang Ying are left on the field.

And I don't know when it started, Mu Qingluan and Tang Ying fought together, and there was no fight, only Feng Qing'er and Nalan Yanran were left.

At this time, the eyes of the two of them were full of battle spirit, and the battle was about to break out.

The atmosphere around the square suddenly became tense at this moment, and anyone could feel the tension in the field.

Feng Qing'er's fame, in these years, has almost reached the peak of this generation of young people in the northern region of Zhongzhou, even among the four pavilions, no one can compare with it.

It is said that this woman once fought against an elder of the Wind Thunder Pavilion whose strength had reached the two-star Dou Sect, and although she did not win in the end, she was also not defeated.

And at that time, she had never broken through the Douhuang, this kind of record was quite impressive, not to mention, now she has officially stepped into this level, and her combat effectiveness is naturally stronger.

But no one knew that Nalan Yanran was the mysterious woman who had made people curious, the mysterious woman who had defeated the veteran Dou Zong.

"I will win this championship!"

That Feng Qing'er's cheeks gradually appeared cold, and her beautiful eyes were slowly closed.

The moment his eyes closed, the atmosphere in the field suddenly tensed, and a chilling killing intent swept through the air! Swish.

Closing her eyes in an instant, Feng Qing'er's eyes suddenly opened, and at this moment, her eyes suddenly turned into a strange blue and silver color! That fierce and cold killing intent was steep to the peak.

"Hehe, what a coincidence, we have the same idea." A smile appeared on Nalan Yanran's pretty face, and the breeze continued to surround her side, making a harsh grinding sound.

The breeze lingered, holding her up to the sky, looking at Feng Qing'er condescendingly, and her momentum climbed to the top.

As Feng Qing'er's eyes turned into cyan silver, a dark cyan storm of fighting qi also took it as the center point in an instant, and suddenly erupted.

And within that huge storm, there was faintly silver thunder and lightning flashing, and the rumbling sound made people's hearts tremble.

The huge Dou Qi Storm is nearly a dozen zhang huge, and the energy coercion that permeates from it can see that countless people around the square are stunned, such a spectacular scene is actually created by Feng Qing'er completely relying on the Dou Qi in his body, and the Dou Qi in his body is really vast and majestic.

A fierce suction force emanated from within the storm of its fighting spirit, and the hard silver square, under the crazy tearing force of the storm, was like an earthquake, constantly spreading out cracks with thick arms, and even, the entire square became trembling at this moment.

"Tempest? Just what the doctor ordered! Nalan Yanran opened her mouth lightly in the wind that was enough to tear apart the low-level Dou Huang.

The voice is neither salty nor light, and the body seems to be integrated into the wind, making it impossible to find a trace.

And in the next second, Feng Qing'er's fighting spirit storm appeared, and a wind that was not weaker than Feng Qing'er followed.

This is a real wind, sweeping through all the fields, even Feng Qing'er's wind is constantly absorbed by Nalan Yanran's wind.

The silver wood trees in the distance were torn in and turned into tree chips in an instant.

Feng Qing'er knew that she couldn't wait any longer, and within the huge storm that swirled, a colorful satin suddenly shot out like an arrow.

When passing through the storm, a brilliant thunderbolt also adhered to it, and immediately directly penetrated the space, shooting fiercely at the direction where Nalan Yanran was.

Carrying the colorful silk of Lei Mang, the speed was extremely terrifying, and in just a flash, Nalan Yanran appeared in front of the storm.

But this colored silk didn't seem to be of any use, and the moment it entered the storm, it was bounced away by the storm, and there was no way to enter Nalan Yanran's body.

Seeing that the colored silk was useless, a cold snort was also heard from within the storm, and then the silk shook, instantly turned into a large amount of silk, and shot out in all directions of the storm.

Colored satin, although it seems to be an ordinary fabric, exudes a kind of coldness when touched.

It's not like a cloth, it's more like some kind of strange metal, coupled with the majestic fighting spirit attached to it, even if it is a mountain crack, it is as easy as a hand, if an ordinary Douhuang strong person is stained, I am afraid that he will see blood.

Although it turned into a large amount of silk and constantly attacked Nalan Yanran, Nalan Yanran's storm was not a good stubble.

This is a storm that can directly tear apart the low-level Douhuang.

Although the colored silk is not an ordinary thing, it is naturally impossible to resist the attack of this storm, so it does not last long.

Tiny cracks appeared in the center of the silk, and then with a crisp sound, the silk broke inch by inch, and was torn apart by the storm.

The moment the colored silk just disappeared, a cold cheer suddenly sounded, and then only the sound of sighing was heard, and the colored silk burst out from the storm one after another, and then overwhelmingly attacked Nalan Yanran.