Ruan Mianmian, like Fu Wei, is a cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period.

It stands to reason that even if there is a gap in their strength, it should not be too far behind.

But Fuwei knew that this seemingly evenly matched competition was actually destined for him to fall into disadvantage from the beginning.

So I prepared a bottle of elixir in advance.

At the beginning of the competition, he poured the entire bottle of pills into his mouth, and swallowed it directly without chewing.

The name of this bottle of elixir is Explosive Spirit Pill, as the name suggests, as long as you take it, you can greatly increase the spiritual power in the monk's body in a short period of time, and if you take a large amount at one time, it can also make the cultivation realm directly improve to a stage.

In other words, after Fu Wei swallowed a whole bottle of Explosive Spirit Pill, his cultivation directly rose to the Divine Transformation Stage in the late Yuan Infant period.

But the effect of this medicine can only last for an hour, and once the time limit is up, his cultivation will be beaten back to his original form, and he will also be in a negative state of physical exhaustion and even unstable realm due to excessive consumption of spiritual power.

Fu Wei was originally a little worried that this medicine would affect his cultivation, but when he took the medicine and felt the vast spiritual power surging in his body, he immediately put that worry behind him.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Bai Mianmian, today I will let you also taste defeat."

Ruan Mianmian noticed that his cultivation had suddenly increased, and knew that there must be something wrong with the pill he had just taken, but she had no intention of complaining to the head of the house.

She raised her hand and pulled a beautiful sword flower: "Come on." ”

Fuwei was not polite to her.

He swung his crimson sword and stabbed at Bai Mianmian!

The flames on the surface of the blade burned brightly, as if the whole world was about to be burned to ashes.

The temperature in the entire arena suddenly increased.

Even the disciples who were standing on the outside of the arena felt the scorching heat, as if their skin was about to melt, and they retreated one after another, keeping a distance from the arena.

Although there is a ban around the arena, who can guarantee that this prohibition will also work for the monks of the Transformation Stage?

For your own safety, it's better to stand far away.

Luo Fusheng stood in the crowd, staring at the white-clothed nun on the stage without blinking.

He saw a thick wall of ice erected in front of the nun.

Flames crash into the ice wall.

With a bang, the ice wall shattered!

The flames continued to move forward, condensing into the momentum of a fire dragon, and rushed straight to Ruan Mianmian's face.

Ruan Mianmian jumped, her posture was light, and her white sleeves flew in the air, like a white butterfly with wings ready to fly.

The dragon flew into the air and turned into a cloud of smoke.

After the smoke cleared, Fu Wei Ti sword rushed out and attacked Ruan Mianmian again.

In the face of the enemy's fierce offensive, Ruan Mianmian always maintained a defensive posture, only dodging, not counterattacking.

Fuwei attacked more and more fiercely.

He only had one hour, and he had to fight quickly.

But the more anxious he was, the more calm Ruan Mianmian became.

For example, when it comes to how Fuwei is entangled and provoked, Ruan Mianmian just doesn't confront him head-on.

Their movements were so fast that the onlookers couldn't see clearly at all, they could only see that on the huge arena, there was a flame chasing a white butterfly around.

The aura in Fuwei's body was consumed quickly.

Seeing that the effect of an hour of medicine was about to come, he finally couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart and resorted to his last trick.

Fu Wei slashed through his palm with the blade of his sword, and the blood stained the blade, becoming more and more bewitching and weird.

He raised the sword in his hand and plunged into the ground!

The flames spread rapidly along the blade of the sword, engulfing the entire tournament in the blink of an eye.

Ruan Mianmian had nowhere to stay, so she had to use her spiritual power to fly into the sky.

The flames became more and more vigorous, almost breaking through the sky, even if Ruan Mianmian flew into the air, he was entangled in the ankles of the flames.

The white skirt was burned by the fire, and in the blink of an eye, it turned black.

Some disciples of Canaan Peak recognized this move and exclaimed excitedly.

"There has appeared, Yuan Shi Daojun's trick, the sword mountain and the sea of fire!"

This trick Fu Wei took a lot of effort to comprehend, and the lethality was extremely amazing, coupled with the cultivation bonus of the God Transformation Period, the lethality of his trick was even more extreme. Don't say that the other party is just a primordial infant monk, even if he encounters a real god cultivator, he can scrape off a layer of skin from the other party!

Fu Wei's body was hidden in the sea of fire, making it impossible to figure out his exact location.

While Ruan Mianmian was dodging the flames, Fu Wei quietly appeared behind her, swung his crimson long sword, and stabbed at her violently!

Luo Fusheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted in a lost voice: "Master, be careful!" ”

Ruan Mianmian didn't turn around, as if she didn't notice the sneak attack behind her.

Fu Wei was very excited, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.

The legendary Heavenly Spirit Root Wizard is going to be defeated by his sword today!

From now on, he will be the first monk of the Yuan Infant Period!

The crimson sword stabbed Ruan Mianmian's back.

But at the critical moment, a powerful spiritual power suddenly erupted from Ruan Mianmian's body!

Fu Wei's body stiffened, and his sword-wielding arm stopped in mid-air, unable to advance for another half a minute.

A crystal clear snowflake fell on the back of his hand, melted into water in an instant, and then condensed into ice, freezing his right hand firmly.

Then more and more snowflakes fell, and his body was covered with snowflakes.

The snowflakes condensed into ice, turning him into an iceman.

A look of disbelief appeared on his face.

What's going on with these snowflakes?

Why can't he move all of a sudden?!

Ruan Mianmian, who was originally facing away from him, had already turned around.

Countless snowflakes swirled and fluttered around her, like white elves.

She looked at Fu Wei coldly, her beautiful face was still as cold as ever, and there was not the slightest temperature in her crystal-like pupils.

"Do you know the difference between a genius and a mediocre?"

Fuwei wants to manipulate the flames to attack Bai Mianmian.

But those flames no longer listened to his control, no matter how much he urged the spiritual power, the flames had no intention of attacking Bai Mianmian.

Snowflakes flew all over the sky, flying one after another, falling into the sea of fire.

The flames grew weaker and weaker until they were extinguished.

On the blackened arena, a thick layer of frost condensed.

Ruan Mianmian stood on top of the frost, her white skirt fluttering, like a snow lotus, and she was thrillingly beautiful.

The onlookers were all stunned.

Yuqing Daojun is so beautiful!

Luo Fusheng was keenly aware that the tournament platform seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, and at first he thought it was the prohibition around the tournament platform, but when he approached, he felt a cold air.

He recognized it at once, it was not a prohibition, but spiritual power.

It's the spiritual power of the master!

Shizun's spiritual power shrouded the entire martial arts platform.

Luo Fusheng looked at his master standing in the ice and snow again, and couldn't wait to kneel down and bow down, his master was not only beautiful, but also powerful, it was simply perfect!

There is no more perfect woman in the world than Shizun!

Fuwei felt extremely dangerous.

He stared at the white-clothed nun with horror on his face, and asked in a lost voice, "What did you do?" Why can't I move? ”

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