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The pink and golden flowers on the other side, with flowers and no leaves, rotate and bloom with bewitching brilliance, and you will be completely attracted by it at a glance, and you can no longer take your eyes off it.

The monks who were watching from afar were also fascinated, and their eyes showed a blank look.

Many monks with low cultivation even unconsciously took steps towards the flowers on the other side.

Bai Yiyi barely resisted the attraction of the flower on the other side of the condensation, but his body seemed to be shrouded in some invisible force field and could not move.

A look of horror flashed in Bai Yiyi's eyes, this Zhou Rong was so strong, and his strength far exceeded that of ordinary Jindan early stage monks.

The speed of the flower on the other side is not fast, but it can't be dodged.

Seeing that the flowers on the other side were about to fly, the flower wheel was spinning faster and faster, the petals were opening, and there was a black cloud swirling in the stamens.

Bai Yiyi bit the tip of her tongue violently, keeping herself awake and not falling into the soul-attracting brilliance of the flower on the other side.

Bai Yiyi's whole body aura came out violently.

Bai Feng came to the ceremony.

The phantom behind Bai Yiyi flashed, and the white phoenix flew out of the sky with a long roar, flying towards the flower on the other side.

This scene made Ye Zhengtu, who was standing a hundred meters away, hold his hands together, and the corners of his eyes moved slightly, and losing both was the best result.

The flower on the other side and the white phoenix collided together in the void.

There was no earth-shattering sound, and there was no violent force colliding, and Bai Feng and the other side flowers blended together in the void.

Slowly melting and dissolving, the phantom of the white phoenix became fainter and thinner, and the enchanting brilliance emanating from the flowers on the other side also dimmed.

The two supernatural powers are intertwined and cannibalize each other.

Equal.

Draw?

Just when everyone thought that Bai Yiyi and Zhou Rong would tie, the situation changed abruptly.

The glamorous brilliance of the flowers on the other side disappeared, but the black clouds in the stamens diffused out, and the white phoenix, which was close to disappearing, was swallowed up at once.

Bai Yiyi spurted out a mouthful of blood from her mouth, falling from the air, staring at Zhou Rong, covering her chest, as if she was unwilling, but helpless.

"I lost."

Zhou Rong Qianqianyu's hand was lightly shaken, and the flower on the other side shrank rapidly, and the black cloud was sucked into the stamen and disappeared in an instant.

In this game, the loose cultivation side won.

The cultivators were in an uproar, Zhou Rong won, and it was not difficult to win, Bai Yiyi was completely pressed and beaten in his heyday.

Isn't Zhou Rong's strength already on par with that of a mid-stage Jindan monk.

Chiyang Star has another master in the true sense, and the position left by Lu Xingzhan's fall has been filled.

Ye Zhengtu has been spying on the positions of the three masters, and it should indeed be him, but Zhou Rong's birth completely shattered Ye Zhengtu's dream.

Zhou Rong fell back into the arena and stared at it, and there were not too many mood fluctuations on her delicate and beautiful face.

However, if the divine mind is strong enough, you can sense a trace of instability emanating from Zhou Rong's mental power.

It's not that Zhou Rong is injured, but excited, because she didn't expect to defeat Bai Yiyi, and at this time, she knew that her strength could reach such a point, and it would be difficult to stay calm on anyone.

Li Daochong, who was wearing a hat, touched his chin, this female cultivator is a little interesting, the pink gold flower does not seem to have much power, but it is actually hidden in the mystery.

Even Li Daochong was in a hurry, but now that he has seen it, he has the bottom of his heart.

Divine powers can only be dealt with with by divine powers, and there is no other way.

The Eye of Thunder Punishment is the only way for Li Daochong to resist this move, and whether he can do it or not is still a question mark.

However, Yang Lei is born to restrain all the things of the underworld, and there is a strong death aura in the flowers on the other side, and the black cloud is the greatest mystery.

Li Daochong feels that the probability of winning is still relatively large.

Zhou Rong's victory made the scattered cultivators who had been in a low state of great momentum, and they all held their heads high and had a lot of face.

On the An family's side, on the contrary, An Mo Nian sat on the stone chair, his eyes dazed and at a loss.

Bai Yiyi was defeated, Lao Cannon was also defeated, and there was nothing else except for the remaining quota on the An family's side.

The old cannon was injured internally, and he couldn't continue to fight at all, Bai Yiyi's injuries were also not light, and there seemed to be a strange death gas in his body.

Who's on?

An Mo Nian's heart is like ashes, this is the day to die and settle down.

Ansino saw that An Mo Nian was in a very bad state, "Father, are you okay?" ”

An Mo Nian waved his hand, endless sadness appeared on his old face, and he lowered his head and didn't want his daughter to see it.

An Dingbang gave An Sino a look, and said in a telekinetic voice, "Sino, let my father be quiet for a while." ”

With tears in his eyes, Ansino said directly, "But who will fight in a while, I just asked Senior Bai, and she said that she can't continue the next battle." ”

An Dingbang looked lonely and replied in a low voice, "Then admit defeat." ”

Ansino was unwilling, "But we still have one more chance to play, so let's waste it?" ”

An Dingbang smiled bitterly, "What do you want if you don't waste it?" Who's on? Are you or me, or someone else? Is it a shame to go up? ”

An Mo Nian sighed, "Shino, get ready, let's go home." ”

Ansino was anxious, "Father, let's go back like this, how can we explain to those kidnappers of our mother?" ”

An Mo Nian was silent for a while, and said, "Let it be fate." ”

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other, showing desolation, and An Jia, one of the four major families of the dignified Chiyang Star, actually wanted to accept their fate.

In the fifth scene, one of the three major families is on the other side of the loose cultivation.

Zhou Rong did not end the game, the meaning was very clear to continue the fight, the battle between her and Bai Yiyi just now was not very expensive.

The appearance of the three major families is a Jindan monk who was hired by the Dong family.

This person's appearance is quite obscene, with a mustache and a flag behind him, much like a fortune teller.

is known as Bai Shitong, and he ended up pinching his mustache.

seems to be not afraid of Zhou Rong, but in fact, a pair of small eyes keep turning, and the drum is beating in his heart, and he can't wait to admit defeat directly.

Bai Shitong is different from other loose cultivators, he can be where he is today, not by strength, but by a mouth.

Selling his mouth is his strength, fighting, it's okay to bully and bully the weak, when he encounters a strong enemy, he is more cowardly than anyone else, and his life is a golden value.

Bai Shitong had already thought of countermeasures, and he would definitely fight, but it was absolutely impossible to go through the motions and let him fight hard.

Bai Shitong came up and took out the flag behind him and planted it on the ground, reciting the mantra silently in his mouth, and he looked like it.

The wind is blowing around, the flags are fluttering, there seems to be a dragon shadow appearing, but it is very ethereal, if there is nothing, the momentum is not to say.

When Zhou Rong saw this scene, the floating petals poured out, more than when she fought against Bai Yiyi.

It's just that as soon as Zhou Rong made a move, the banner flew over.

Several petals flew out, instigating ......, and the sound of breaking the sky was extremely harsh.

Bai Shitong was so frightened that his eggs shrank and almost didn't scream, but fortunately he controlled it in time and supported a silver shield on his body.

Bang!

Bai Shitong flew upside down, spurted out a mouthful of blood, landed unambiguously, and directly admitted defeat, and the banner did not attack Zhou Rong, but circled around and returned behind Bai Shitong.

This battle is called a boring one.

The other Jindan monks of the three major families couldn't see that Bai Shitong was perfunctory, but it was a fact that he was injured, and it was difficult to say anything.

Ye Zhengtu looked coldly at Bai Shitong who walked down, the latter seemed to be unconscious, and smiled at Ye Zhengtu.

The skin is not generally thick.

The Loose Cultivator won one more game.

In the sixth game, it was the turn of An Jia again.

Although Ye Zhengtu was very unhappy with Zhou Rong's birth, he still felt a little comforted when he saw that the An family had completely withdrawn from the competition.

Zhou Rong is still standing in the middle of the field, waiting for the next opponent to play.

There was no movement on the An family, Lao Pao and Bai Yiyi were defeated, who else dared to go up, and those monks who were hired and invited did not know where to retreat.

The monks who are still standing by the side of the An family are either close friends with the An family or have been in the An family for a long time.

But there were only a few people, and the others retreated miles away.

Ye Zhengtu saw that there was no sound on the An family's side, and fell into the well and said, "An Mo Nian, your An family still has a place to fight, what are you waiting for, hurry up and send someone to fight?" ”

All the cultivators cast mocking glances one after another, just as the so-called wall fell down and everyone pushed it, the number of people who settled down was exhausted, and there was never a shortage of people who watched jokes.

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