Yan Zehao, one of the five tigers of the Senior Spirit Soldier Realm, one of the five primary Spirit Courtyards of the Spirit King Courtyard (Elementary Golden Spirit Academy, Primary Wood Spirit Academy, Primary Water Spirit Academy, Primary Fire Spirit Academy, and Primary Earth Spirit Academy), is invincible in the Spirit General Realm. The Ascension Contest is almost guaranteed, and this tryout is just a passing scene, and his goal is to be in the top three in the Ascension Contest in a month's time.

Such a character was actually challenged by a teenager whose strength was only in the intermediate spirit soldier realm. This is the biggest joke in the history of the Spirit King's Temple.

"Since you want to find death, then I will fulfill you!"

At that time, the scorching sun hung in the air, the sun shone on the earth, Yan Zehao had the scorching sun on his head, and the corners of his narrow eyes flashed out of the monstrous anger that could not be concealed, and he stepped on the spiritual light, drawing a sharp eye, as if it was a lightning bolt slashing towards the moonlight.

The biggest difference between the high-level spirit weapon realm and the intermediate spirit soldier realm is that the former's spiritual power is already extremely strong, and it can control the spiritual power to attack targets far away, while the latter's spiritual power is extremely scattered and can only be a melee attack.

The two are very different, one needs to be close, the other does not need to be close, and the advantages are obvious!

At this time, Yan Zehao kept a distance of three zhang from Yuehua, as long as he was not close to Yuehua, no matter what means Yuehua had and how powerful he was, it was useless, because he couldn't beat Yan Zehao at all.

Just these three zhang distances opened up the gap between the high-level spirit weapon realm and the intermediate spirit soldier realm.

Yan Zehao was worthy of being one of the five tigers of the invincible primary spirit academy under the spirit general realm, and he was able to choose the best way as soon as he entered the battle.

Don't let Yuehua get close to see how he attacks.

The strong wind blew the audience in the cultivation ground squinted slightly, their eyes were on Yuehua, the corners of their mouths were raised, they were smiling, and they looked gloating, as if they had seen the tragic situation of Yuehua's defeat, and sneered: "With this strength, they are not as good as me, and they dare to challenge Brother Ze Hao, I don't know how the sky is high, and I don't know how I will die!" ”

"Reckless, naïve, frog at the bottom of the well, shameful!"

The round and big eyes, looking at the moon coldly, Feng Jing'er's beautiful eyes were raised, and the thin and long lips were snarky to herself.

The wild sand rose several feet high, covering the sight of the middle-aged referee, through the wild sand, his face was calm, his eyes were extremely deep, like a thousand-year-old well, without any fluctuations. His lips pursed, silent, his eyes flashing across Yuehua, occasionally showing a hint of doubt.

"Die!"

The blue aura approached, and the disdain in the corners of Yan Zehao's eyes became more obvious, and the spiritual power in his body poured out, and the playful gaze fell on Yuehua like an adult.

"Phew!"

After speaking, the dazzling aura slashed at Yuehua's body with lightning speed. Yuehua's deep eyes suddenly shot out a sword-like cold light, and his figure flashed, pulling out an afterimage, narrowly dodging Yan Zehao's attack.

"There is no battle that is won by dodging!"

With a cold snort, Yan Zehao's eyes flickered coldly, and his body jumped up. A condensed spiritual power shot out from the pupils, and at the same time, a steady stream of spiritual power quickly poured out from the body, and under the control of the spiritual power, it immediately gathered into dozens of lightsabers.

"Hide, you keep hiding!"

With a wave of his big hand, dozens of lightsabers stabbed at Yuehua as if they had eyes, completely sealing the space where he was dodging.

"Trash, die!"

The spirits watching on the cultivation ground, the ridicule became even sharper, and those spirits who supported Yan Zehao even picked up the things in their hands and threw them at Yuehua.

Feng Jing'er's slightly thin lips showed a contemptuous smile, making her already sour and mean face slender and long like a snake spirit.

The dust raised by the wind hit the eyelids of the middle-aged referee, and his ancient eyes suddenly fluctuated violently at this moment.

"Whew!"

The aura shone in his eyes, Yuehua's eyes did not blink for a moment, and the deep light swept over the mocking crowd, snorted coldly, and suddenly burst out with a bright light, and then from the pupils, a piece of spiritual power shot out. Immediately, a wave of strong spiritual power comparable to the high-level spirit weapon realm emanated from his body, blocking the lightsaber, and quickly condensed into countless ice picks, using his human way to treat his body, and stabbed Yan Zehao's body.

"Who told you that the spiritual power of the spirit of the intermediate spirit weapon realm is scattered and cannot be attacked from afar?"

The ice pick flew out, and Yuehua stepped out, exuding a dark blue light all over her body, and looked at Yan Zehao coldly.

"Whew!"

Yan Zehao didn't have time to react at all, so he saw that the ice pick in front of him had already flown towards him, and he panicked to control his spiritual power, trying to block the ice pick. However, it was already too late, and he underestimated the enemy at the beginning, thinking that Yuehua's spiritual power was scattered and not enough to attack from a distance, so he did not set up a defense. So the icicle stabbed him mercilessly, cutting out the wounds.

"This?"

On the cultivation ground, thousands of spirit beings, the mocking smile on their faces, instantly stiffened, their faces sank sharply, and their open mouths were enough to swallow an egg. The spirit man who supported Yan Zehao, the hand that threw out the thing, trembled uncontrollably, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and his face was embarrassed and red.

Feng Jing'er snorted coldly, her face was cloudy, her eyes flickered, and her whole body exuded a cold air.

The middle-aged referee gasped, and his eyes fell on Yuehua, which was very interesting.

"Impossible, impossible, the spiritual power of the spirit of the intermediate spirit weapon realm will definitely not be so strong, no spirit of the intermediate spirit weapon realm has ever been able to control the spiritual power of the remote attack, you must have used some conspiracy just now!"

The fingers crossed the blood marks on his body, and his eyes fell on his fingers, and Yan Zehao's body trembled slightly. The cold face, twisted into an angry lion, like an elegant cat suddenly screamed and showed its sharp teeth, and rushed towards Yuehua fiercely, his footsteps made a deep mark on the ground, and his spiritual power burst away, condensing the spiritual power gushing out of his body into a fierce tiger with flashing spiritual light, let out a sharp roar, kicked his legs, and tore towards Yuehua.

"Spiritual power, the spiritual power required is extremely strong, and the requirements for spiritual power are very high, Brother Zehao is not far from the spirit general realm, even if this kid in front of him plays any tricks, it is useless."

After a brief shock, the spirit people watching on the cultivation ground immediately raised their faces, their expressions were radiant, their eyes looked at Yuehua, and they once again showed a mocking look.

The spiritual power transformation and spiritual power transformation require a strong degree of spiritual power, which is not at the same level as the original. It is not very difficult for a spirit person in the high-level spirit weapon realm to control spiritual power and turn into various different shapes of attack weapons. But in order to turn spiritual power into a fierce beast to attack, the spiritual power required is extremely huge, and the spiritual power must be quite strong, and at the same time, a huge amount of spiritual power is required. Even if it is a spirit of the Spirit General Realm, it is a bit laborious, and under normal circumstances, the Spirit of the Spirit Realm who can control the spiritual power is not far from the Spirit General Realm.

"Boy, I don't care what tricks you play, under my tricks, any means will be ineffective!"

"Whew!"

The wind howled, and dust rose several feet high on the ground. Those who watched the battle far away from the battle area could feel Yan Zehao's spiritual power condensed into the power of a fierce tiger.