After Ba Boxing hit Yin Wuji, Yin Wuji's originally stunned gaze changed instantly, and his eyes were full of disbelief. "No!" he only had time to let out an unwilling roar before he slowly fell to the ground.

After Yin Wuji fell to the ground, a figure rushed to the ring, that person was none other than Elder Fengtian in the stands, after Elder Fengtian flew into the ring, he immediately squatted down, probed with his hand, and then saw him wrinkled slightly, and then, I saw a flash of light in Elder Fengtian's hand, and in an instant, that light disappeared into the chest of Yin Wuji, who fell to the ground and was unconscious. Elder Fengtian, who had done all this, looked up and saw the middle-aged man who had just flown up, with a fierce look on his face, but his eyes were full of worry, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who was somewhat similar to Yin Wuji who was lying unconscious on the ground, and then Elder Fengtian understood that this person was likely to be Yin Wuji's father.

Sure enough, I heard the middle-aged man bow his hand to Elder Fengtian and say, "In Xia Yin Yinghe, it is Yin Wuji's father, and I have seen Elder Fengtian of the Lieyuan Sect!"

"No need to be polite, Ling Lang's injury is not serious, I have already helped him stabilize, but now he is in a coma, and it is fine!" Elder Feng Tian understood Yin Yinghe's anxious state of mind at the moment, and when he stood up, he gave Yin Yinghe a reassurance.

Yin Yinghe listened to Elder Feng Tian's words, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Elder Feng Tian had stood up, he immediately stepped forward and walked forward, and when he looked closer, Yin Yinghe found that Yin Wuji's face was extremely pale, a trace of blood was faintly oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his chest was also stained red with blood, Yin Yinghe was stunned when he saw the red clothes, and his heart suddenly felt shocked, but his face did not show a trace of abnormality, in order to prevent Elder Feng Tian beside him from discovering that he was different from Wuji, Yin Yinghe immediately leaned down and felt Yin Wuji's weak breathing, but his breathing was extremely stable, and he knew that what Elder Feng Tian said was not wrong。

When Yin Yinghe's eyes were on Yin Wuji's chest, a blood hole the size of a bull's eye made his eyes condense, his eyes were full of shock, and Yin Yinghe could faintly see a blood hole through his clothes, although the blood hole was no longer bleeding, but obviously Pang Xing's last blow had already left a wound on Wuji's body. It is inevitable that he will be injured during the competition, which is understandable, but Wuji is wearing the golden silkworm robe, the best defensive treasure that he specially handed over to him, even if he is a ninth-order peak martial artist who refines the body, it is impossible to leave a scar on Wuji's body, but a small sixth-order mid-order martial artist can do this, how can this not shock him. Thinking of this, a trace of murderous aura flashed in Yin Yinghe's eyes, and then he thought that Elder Fengtian was still beside him, if he made a reckless killing move, he would definitely be noticed by Elder Fengtian, and it would not be good at that time, and then, when the murderous aura was just revealed, he had been forced to hold it by Yin Yinghe.

Yin Yinghe, who had just controlled his murderous aura and had not yet spoken, heard Elder Fengtian say, "Yin Yinghe, carry Yin Wuji down!"

Yin Yinghe had already had this intention, so after hearing Elder Feng Tian say this, Yin Yinghe immediately said to Elder Feng Tian: "Yes, Elder Feng Tian!" After finishing speaking, Yin Yinghe slowly picked up Yin Wuji, glanced at Pang Xing, who was half-squatting on the edge of the ring, and then looked at Pang Tong who was not far from the ring, Yin Yinghe secretly hated in his heart: "Pang Tong, you wait for me, I will definitely let you and your son pay back this hatred!" Then Yin Yinghe saluted Elder Fengtian again, then swept off the ring and walked towards the outside of the square.

At this moment, all the martial artists did not expect that the competition between Pang Xing and Yin Wuji would be the result, Pang Xing, who was bound to lose, not only successfully counterattacked at the last moment, but also finally became the winner, seeing Yin Wuji unconscious in a man's arms and taken away, all the martial artists focused on Pang Xing on the edge of the ring, they wanted to know what happened to him who had just received Yin Wuji's full blow.

And as the protagonist Pang Xing is not comfortable at the moment, there is a violent tearing pain in his chest, when he received the violent blow just now, a few 'click' sounds, Pang Xing has already felt that the ribs in his chest must be broken, and he must not act rashly at this moment, otherwise, the injuries on his body will definitely be more serious, even so, bursts of impulses that make him drowsy, like a huge wave, wave after wave eroding his only remaining reason.

Elder Feng Tian looked at Pang Xing, who was half-squatting in the ring, his body trembling a little, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then turned to the martial artists in the audience and said, "In this competition, Pang Xingsheng wins!" After finishing speaking, regardless of the reactions of the martial artists in the audience, he flew over to the stands.

"Big brother, should we go over and have a look?" Xia Yuan said with a worried look at Pang Xing.

"No, Pang Xing's father will definitely take care of him, and after the competition is over, it's not too late for us to visit again!" Xia Ye shook his head and said slowly.

Sure enough, before Xia Ye's words were finished, he saw a man snatching out of the group of martial artists, and the man was also heading towards the ring, and when the man asked about his figure, Xia Ye and the others saw that it was Pang Xing's father, Pang Tong. I saw that Pang Tong's face was not at all, because of Pang Xing's victory and excitement, his face showed the same look of worry, and walked quickly to Pang Xing's side, Pang Tong asked worriedly: "Xing'er, what do you think?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Pang Xing reluctantly raised his head, looked at the familiar and vague figure in front of him, and wanted to struggle to get up, but as soon as his body moved, a sharp pain hit, and he snorted, Pang Xing only felt that his eyes were suddenly dark, and his body could no longer support it, and he was about to fall, Pang Tong immediately held Pang Xing, and then Pang Tong's right hand pressed on Pang Xing's life, and a stream of aura slowly probed into Pang Xing's body, as the aura rotated in Pang Xing's body, Pang Tong's eyes gradually became solemn, and it didn't take long for Pang Tong to withdraw his hand, his brows were furrowed, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: "There are three broken ribs, one of which is only less than a finger away from the heart, fortunately, I used the aura to temporarily reset the ribs first, stopping the injury from developing in a more serious direction, I must take Pang Xing to a quiet place and treat him immediately. Thinking of this, Pang Tong slowly picked up Pang Xing, who had fallen into a coma, and nodded to Xia Ye and the others who were looking at Pang Xing in his arms worriedly, and then swept his body and quickly swept in the direction of his residence.

The warriors didn't expect the competition between Pang Xing and Yin Wuji, and in the end it turned out to be a lose-lose result, but thinking of the festival between the two, it seems that this result is also predictable by everyone, thinking of the wonderful competition between the two, the warriors believe that they still feel surging in their hearts, the gray and weird 'Yin Thunder Strength', and the ever-expanding ' All the martial artists opened their eyes, especially Pang Xing's last attack, it was that attack, the shrinking Baquan, that made Pang Xing overcome the disadvantage and win the competition in one fell swoop. Although there were not too many fancy moves during the competition, it made the warriors' minds fluctuate and was exciting, so that the warriors did not know whether the balance of victory was inclined to Pang Xing or Yin Wuji.

"Big brother, Pang Xing seems to be seriously injured?" Looking at Pang Xing, who had also fainted, Xia Yuan couldn't help but say worriedly.

"I was hit by Yin Wuji, and it was difficult not to get hurt, but looking at it, the injuries that should be received are not too serious, let's not worry about it here, after the competition is over, let's go and have a look!" Xia Ye said with a little heaviness in his eyes.

Under the announcement of Elder Feng Tian, another round of competition began, Xia Yuan and the others did not have much interest in the next competition because they saw Pang Xing injured, and there was no martial artist they were familiar with in this round of competition, so several people were a little absent-minded when watching their competition. The time of a stick of incense passed quickly, and this round of the competition has been divided one after another, and the martial artists in the competition are also quite exciting, almost all the means have been exhausted, and the eight immortals have crossed the sea to show their abilities, among which there are many commendable points.

In the third round of the competition, Xia Ye and the person they knew well finally came to the ring, but when everyone saw that person, Xia Ye and they already knew that there was no suspense in this round of competition, because the person they knew was none other than Situ Haoyue, who had always maintained a smile on his face, wearing a white robe, Xia Ye and the others couldn't help but feel sad for being Situ Haoyue's opponent, no matter if this martial artist's strength was the peak of the sixth order of body refining, it was impossible for him to win against Situ Haoyue. And the warrior seemed to know that he couldn't win, but the dignity of the warrior still told him that he couldn't withdraw from this competition without a fight anyway, so when the bell rang, the warrior unleashed the strongest attack in the first time, only to see a fist-sized balloon, like a repeating crossbow, rushing towards Situ Haoyue one after another.

Situ Haoyue watched the energy balloons continue to pour into him, and couldn't help but feel amazed in his heart, the strength of the martial artists in the Body Refining Realm is limited at every stage, and it is not infinite to squander, if the martial artists are like him to squander their strength as wantonly, I believe that it will not be long before he will be unable to organize an effective attack because of the exhaustion of his strength, in this way, as long as the opponent can avoid his attack, then the result of waiting for him can be imagined, so Situ Haoyue was extremely surprised, and he didn't know why the opponent would attack like this。