The moment Gu Zhiang fell off the high platform, no one knew what was happening, and everyone seemed to be stunned.

Gu Zhiang clutched his chest in severe pain, and looked at the white figure standing on the high platform incredibly, clean and clean, but his cheeks were scratched red.

He thought about it, he clearly saw the fists swung by Mo Ran, those fists were white and delicate, he didn't care, how powerful a magician's fist could be, but he was overturned by such a force, and his meridians were somewhat damaged.

"You ......"

Gu Zhiang looked at the calm ink stain on the high platform, and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"If you don't take it lightly, it is still unknown who will win or lose at this station."

Mo Ran jumped off the battlefield, walked lightly, and when he passed by Gu Zhiang, he whispered, this light and breezy tone made Gu Zhiang like a blow to the head.

Yes, from the very beginning, he held his own win, and looked down on the magician, so he understood.

"Thanks for the advice, he'll come back in the day."

Gu Zhiang stood up holding his chest and arched his hand towards Mo Ran.

Mo Ran's footsteps did not stop, he passed Gu Zhiang and waved his hand at him.

"Battle platform 34, ink dyeing wins!"

As soon as the referee's words fell, Jun Chenyuan, Lan Luoyi and the others all had smiles in their eyes, should they really say, is it worthy of ink dyeing.

"Oh my God, this, is this a dual cultivation of demon martial arts?"

"It must be, otherwise Mo Dye wouldn't have the kind of power that can lift the great martial artist's Gu Zhiang away."

"A year ago, ink dyeing was a genius, and a year later, is it already so powerful?"

"yes......"

The ink-dyed white figure once again left a deep imprint in everyone's hearts at this moment.

Liu Qianxue has already finished the battle, her opponent is only a seventh-level student, Liu Qianxue thought of her opponent, the contempt in her eyes was obvious, the inner continent was really a waste.

She looked at Mo Dye dressed in white, heroic, and her ears were full of discussions from the people around her, and her fingers couldn't help but clench: "Mo Ran, you are giving me more and more surprises, it's really exciting." ”

"Dyeing is so fast, it's time to end here."

Jun Chenyuan's cold eyes looked at Su Shanshan, who was scratching her head in front of her, and her eyes were impatient.

"Childe, isn't the slave family beautiful? Why not take a look at the slave family? ”

Su Shanshan stubbornly walked forward against Jun Chenyuan's cold and piercing eyes, walked to Jun Chenyuan's side and gritted her teeth, oops, her waist was about to fall into Jun Chenyuan's arms as soon as her waist became weak.

Jun Chenyuan snorted coldly, and the spiritual power in his hand was lifted and hit Su Shanshan's back hard, Su Shanshan was instantly knocked away, and rolled on the stage several times before she would stop at the edge of the battle platform.

"Tut-tut, this is really ruthless."

"That's right, such a beautiful woman is willing to do it."

Looking at Jun Chenyuan's merciless methods below, he sighed.

"You, how dare you ......"

Su Shan struggled to stand up, her clothes were covered with dust, and even her little face was embarrassed, thinking when she Su Shan had been so humiliated, and the charm did not work against this person.

Susanshan had already lost her mind a little, and her bright red cardamom nails pointed at Jun Chenyuan and roared.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Su Shanshan trembled, countless flames floated around her body, and the blazing temperature gradually spread, Jun Chenyuan looked at Su Shanshan's body of flames, and the disdain in his eyes was clearly visible.

A ninth-level magician only.

Su Shanshan naturally did not miss the disdain that flashed in Jun Chenyuan's eyes, and the anger in her heart was even worse, thinking that she Su Shanshan had been known as a genius since she was a child, and she was a genius girl of the Su family, and no one had ever treated her like this.

"Flame Rain!"

Susanshan exclaimed, and countless flames struck towards Jun Chenyuan.

Mo Ran stood aside and shook his head, this Susan Shan seemed to be dizzy with anger, and did not notice the essential gap between her and Jun Chenyuan.

Jun Chenyuan shook it into the void with one hand, and the cold air on his face froze on the surface of the battle platform, and the freezing cold of the sky and the earth penetrated Su Sanshan's limbs.

"Glaciers."

Jun Chenyuan's eyes seemed to have no color, and Su Shanshan's flames were wrapped in the glacier in an instant, and then the whole person was covered in ice, unable to move.

"Can you get a result?"

Jun Chenyuan brushed his shirt, his eyes crossed with disgust, and he turned his head to look at the referee.

"Huh? Ah, yes, platform 72, you... Jun Chen Yuansheng! ”

The rules of the game, one side falls off the table, or one side loses the ability to fight, the game is over.

The referee looked at Jun Chenyuan with some trepidations, Jun Chenyuan's aura was like a rakshasa, and for a moment, the referee actually felt that Jun Chenyuan's strength was higher than him, which was too surprising, this time, it was really a genius everywhere. The referee patted his chest and exhaled.

Jun Chenyuan didn't even glance at the ice sculptures on the stand, turned around and got off the stage.

"Chen Yuan, congratulations."

Mo Ran took Jun Chenyuan's hand and looked at him with a smile.

"Dye too." Jun Chenyuan pinched the tip of his ink-dyed nose and shook his head amusedly.

"Untie it, it's not good to be frozen like this."

Mo Ran blinked, his eyes signaling Jun Chenyuan.

"Okay." Jun Chenyuan rubbed his ink-dyed hair, and with a flick of his fingers, the ice on the battle platform shattered, and Susanshan fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the Su family hurriedly sent someone to answer Su Shanshan, Su Shanshan's face was blue at the moment, her lips couldn't stop trembling, her whole body was huddled together, and her eyes looking at Jun Chenyuan were full of fear.

Susanshan still had frost on her cheeks, and she was covered in cold, afraid that the cold would enter her body.

The Su family carried the frozen Susanshan down, even though they were dissatisfied, but they couldn't vent because of the rules of the game.

"Chenyuan's move is really powerful."

Mo Ran looked at Susan Shan's dejected look, and her eyes were faint.

"She shouldn't have come near me."

Jun Chenyuan's voice was cold, with a hint of disdain.

While the two were talking, Lan Luoyi and Xia Muyao had already finished the game and successfully won, leaving only Yan Yan and Wu Shengyue behind.

"Dye, it seems that I want to be promoted, so I'll go back first, see you in the evening."

Lan Luoyi felt the spiritual power in his body tumbling, and he said goodbye to Mo Dye and left.

"Okay, see you in the evening."

"Yan Yan's side seems to be over there too."

Xia Muyao looked at Yan Yan on the battle platform, her hand lit up with a golden light, the other party was trapped in Yan Yan's earth enchantment, and after a while, she admitted defeat and ended the game.

"Yan Yan has won."

Xia Muyao smiled and greeted Yan Yan in triumph.

"You're all so fast." Yan Yan scratched the back of his head and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"It seems that there is only Shengyue left."

Yan Yan stood beside Xia Muyao and looked at Wu Shengyue on the stage.

"The Ruan family of the magic family, it will take a lot of effort for Wu Shengyue to deal with it, but Wu Shengyue has won."

Mo Ran looked at the moves of the two on the stage, and his faint voice was full of determination.

"Why are you so sure?"

Jun Chenyuan looked at the small appearance of the ink dye, and his eyes were full of smiles.

Xia Muyao and Yan Yan seemed to be full of curiosity, and they also looked at Mo Ran, looking forward to her next words.

"Ruan Feng's strength is on par with Martial Shengyue, but Ruan Feng's heart is unstable and he is easily impatient, while Martial Shengyue practices swordsmanship, and he is calm and atmospheric, you see their moves." Ink Dye paused.

"Ruan Feng moves to attack, seemingly to have the upper hand, but in fact, the moves are messy and irregular, so it is easiest to expose flaws.

And Wu Shengyue's moves are conservative, seeing the moves, his eyes are looking for flaws, his steps are calm and not messy at all, the ring competition is more patient, to see who can calm down. ”

Ink Dye's voice is gentle, but he can accurately find the point.

The eyes of several people fell on the two people fighting on the stage, and it was indeed as Mo Ran said, Ruan Feng was good at attacking, and his moves were sharp but undisciplined, and Ruan Feng's face had become anxious.

On the other hand, Wu Shengyue was calm, his pace was steady, and his face was flat.

"A flaw has appeared."

Mo Ran looked at Ruan Feng's fist and Martial Shengyue's eyes that lit up in an instant, and the corners of his lips hooked, this Martial Shengyue is really a genius.

When several people heard the sound, Ruan Feng stretched out his fist and hit Wu Shengyue's face door, Wu Shengyue dodged it sideways, Ruan Feng rushed straight forward due to inertia, Wu Shengyue neatly circled behind the person, formed a palm with one hand, and slapped Ruan Feng off the battle platform in one fell swoop.

The referee's voice sounded, and Wu Shengyue won.

"Congratulations."

Mo Ran smiled and looked at Wu Shengyue, who was gradually walking in, and smiled slightly.

"Thank you."

Wu Shengyue put away the Qingyun Sword and calmed his breath.

"Shengyue is very powerful!"

Yan Yan patted Wu Shengyue's shoulder and laughed.

"Wipe your sweat."

Xia Muyao took out the square scarf and put it into Wu Shengyue's palm with a smile.

"Thank you."

"Dye'er, look there."

Mo Dye was recalled by Jun Chenyuan's voice and looked at the place Jun Chenyuan pointed.

"Wanqing'er?"

The ink-dyed brows were tightly locked, and the eyes were the evening Qing'er with a faint black aura lingering around her body, and her black eyes were full of demonic eyes.

"Sure enough, it has something to do with the Phantom."

Mo Ran pursed her thin lips, looking at Wan Qing'er's opponent full of bloody wounds, her eyes fell on Wan Qing'er's stretched nails, which were extremely sharp.

Wan Qing'er's opponent was an eighth-level student, but she was tortured by Wan Qing'er and had no power to fight back.

The black qi that lingered all over her body seemed to make Wan Qing'er's strength go to the next level, which was really weird.

Wan Qing'er turned her wrist and licked the blood on her fingers with the tip of her tongue, and the scarlet tip of her tongue reflected the blood, which was terrifying.

Her blood-dripping red lips rose high, and her fingers rushed towards the man like claws, so fast that only an afterimage remained.

After the afterimage, Wan Qing'er stood behind the man, and the palm of her raised left hand was a beating heart, blood dripping down her palm, staining her orange clothes red.

The student didn't even have time to wail, leaving a hole in his chest, and slowly fell to the ground, losing his breath of life.

Wan Qing'er looked back at the fallen body, her eyes crossed with madness, her five fingers were forced, the heart was pinched and exploded, and blood splashed on Wan Qing'er's face, with her gloomy smile, like a demon in hell.

"Ahh O my child! ”

"Woo woo, big brother, ah! You're a woman, you killed my eldest brother......"

A mother and daughter rushed up to the edge of the battle platform, holding the body that had lost its breath of life, crying heartbreakingly, and even fainting for a while.

Wan Qing'er just glanced at the two of them lightly, and then looked at the referee with a smile.

"Night... Evening Qing'er wins. ”

The referee shuddered and announced that when he was close to Wan Qing'er, he felt the breath of death so close to him for a moment.

Wan Qing'er tapped the corner of her lips with her blood-stained fingers, smiled at the referee, and left.

"Chen Yuan, do you feel that this evening Qing'er doesn't seem to be right."

Ink-dyed fingers rubbed his chin, thinking back to everything he had done in the Wanying Dynasty before.

"They don't seem to be alone."

Jun Chenyuan's purple eyes crossed the dark light, looking at the orange figure of Wan Qing'er slowly leaving, and frowned.

"Wan Qing'er's expression and movements are very similar to a person."

The every move of Wan Qing'er in Mo Ran's mind seemed to coincide with the person in his memory, but it was all too ridiculous.

"I hope it's not that person, otherwise, things will be too complicated."