Looking at the information that appeared in his mind, Xiang Yang had no choice but to accept it, but he was also very curious about who was the divine who was looking for himself to fight, and why he knew about his existence, because Xiang Yang had only come to the Tower of Babel on the first day, and he knew himself in such a short time, and he also seemed to have a grudge to challenge himself, in this way, to a large extent, there was only one possibility- Emgrand Auction House, who may have provoked him in the Emgrand Auction House, who is it, Xiang Yang is not sure, but a number faintly appeared in his mind, and there was the No. 15 private room.

Since he was going to participate in the competition, Xiang Yang didn't want to delay, he originally wanted to exchange for a black spirit for daily use, but now put this aside first, hurry up and go to face the battle, but where is the No. 3 duel field of the Hermit Court mentioned in this information? Xiang Yang looked at it and found that there were symbols such as "(1)" "(2)" and "(3)" above the doors of these duel arenas, and he immediately understood that this should be the number of these duel fields.

came to the No. 3 competition arena, and there were already people waiting inside, and Xiang Yang fixed his eyes to see that this person was not very old, a young man in his twenty-five years old, and he didn't know him, at this time, Xiang Yang couldn't help muttering in his heart, what is this person looking for trouble for?

"You came, and you came so quickly. The young man said lightly.

"I said, hey, who are you, what kind of competition did you call me to participate in?" Xiang Yang said with displeasure, he had to ask clearly today.

"My name is Zhang Hu, a member of the Night Alliance, as for why I am fighting with you, in fact, I don't want to bully you, but you provoked our son, so I have to give you some color today. The young man named Zhang Hu said lightly, looking at his expression, he obviously had full confidence in today's duel, indeed, looking at Xiang Yang, who was not even twenty years old, how could he be so powerful, besides, this kid had just used six thousand black spirits, and his strength should have been greatly reduced, so no matter how he said it, he couldn't lose to such a guy.

"Wait, is that boy you are talking about the fifteenth who was bidding in the Emgrand auction house?" asked Xiang Yang with a frown.

"That's not what you need to know, you just need to know that you're about to be defeated by me and lose 500 Black Spirits. Zhang Hu smiled contemptuously.

"Haha, then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this. Xiang Yang burst out laughing, it seems that he is like this again, he is really a lord of hatred, every time he will inexplicably offend a big person, it seems that he is not so peaceful in the Tower of Babel.

"You're crazy, I don't know if your strength is as crazy as your mouth!" Zhang Hu said with a sinking of his eyes, he originally thought that this kid was a little self-aware, but he didn't expect it to be so arrogant, it seems that he really has to let him know what it means to be on someone today.

"Stop talking nonsense, come on. The light and shadow in Xiang Yang's hand flashed, and the streamer sword appeared in his hand, and his body exuded a majestic and ethereal sword aura.

"You kid, your sword aura is very powerful. Zhang Hu also felt the strange sword qi in Xiang Yang's body, and was quite surprised in his heart, he had never seen such a strange sword qi, it was said to be pure but it was not similar, it was said to be turbid but there was a bit of a natural feeling.

"Are you ready?" the referee on the sidelines of the duel saw that the two were already a little tense, so he walked to the sidelines of the duel and asked.

"Ready, ready to go!" Zhang Hu nodded respectfully at the referee, his referee in the Tower of Babel still didn't dare to be presumptuous, and Xiang Yang just said "Okay" softly to show that he was ready, so the referee nodded and raised his hand up.

"Duelist, Xiang Yang, Zhang Hu, start!"

With this shout, Zhang Hu pulled out a rather powerful spear, the quality is obviously not low, the spear momentum in the body came out, Xiang Yang felt that this man named Zhang Hu was indeed very strong.

No! Xiang Yang suddenly felt a burst of abnormality, it stands to reason that the power emitted by the True Yuan in his body should not be so low, why did he feel that he was obviously in the late stage of entering the heavens, but he could only exert half of the level of entering the heavens, what was going on?

"Haha, it seems that you are still too young, and you are really a newcomer, in our Tower of Babel, the strength needed for battle depends on the combined effect of your own realm cultivation and the number of black spirits, your own realm is obviously already in the realm of entering the sky, but you no longer have the number of black spirits that should match the realm of entering the sky, and it is far lower than the number of black spirits in your own realm, so now you can only exert half of the strength of your original realm at most. Zhang Hu laughed after seeing Xiang Yang's expression.

"Because in the Tower of Babel, we can't directly call our own true element, we can only use the black spirit to stimulate various forces in the body, and even use the black spirit to strengthen ourselves, if there are not enough black spirits, there is naturally no way. Zhang Hu looked at Xiang Yang playfully.

"Abominable ......" Xiang Yang suddenly realized at this time, he only then understood why he needed to obtain the black spirit according to his own realm when he first came to the Tower of Babel, then this is obviously the black spirit is positively related to his own realm cultivation, so according to Zhang Hu, if a martial artist wants to maintain his strength, then at most he can only use part of it so that it will not affect his own strength, and he cannot use it completely.

"Okay, then you have to pay the price for your ignorance, wind and thunder marksmanship! Suffer death!" Zhang Hu laughed wildly, and then stabbed at Xiang Yang, the rapid gun attack was accompanied by the terrifying wind element and thunder element, and it also seemed to have a black strange power bonus, and Xiang Yang soon knew that this black power was the bonus of the black spirit.

"Frost Sword Fury!" Xiang Yang's streamer sword in his hand slammed into Zhang Hu's attack with the power of flame, frost, and sword qi in one.

"Boom!" caused a lot of shock, and the power it stirred up spread out in all directions, but strangely, this force dissipated as soon as it touched the edge of the arena, and it was obvious that there were special maintenance items in this arena.

And Xiang Yang felt very uncomfortable, because the black spirit was less, and his current strength was far inferior to when he was in the martial arts world, he was very embarrassed by Zhang Hu's wind and thunder marksmanship, and he forcibly stabilized his body, but there were already some wind cut scratches on his face.

And Zhang Hu on the side was not so lucky, he originally thought that Xiang Yang's current strength was not as high as his own, but he didn't expect Xiang Yang's blow to be so powerful, he was unprepared for a while, he was tortured by ice and fire and was very embarrassed, he took more than ten steps back one after another, and was almost knocked out of the showdown.

"Huhu, you're strong. Zhang Hu put away his contempt, he no longer dared to underestimate the young man in front of him.

"You're not bad. Xiang Yang said lightly, he now knows the level of this Zhang Hu, even with the addition of the black spirit bonus, I am afraid that he can only be at the realm of the middle stage of entering the sky, so he was slightly relieved for a while, if he only has this kind of strength, even if he is only half of the level of entering the sky, it is not difficult to defeat the average martial artist of the middle stage of the heaven.

When he was in the Douwu Hall that day, he became the champion of martial arts by virtue of the peak of his spiritual vein, and Xiang Yang didn't feel very troublesome about this Zhang Hu who was in the middle of the heavens, it depended on whether he had any back-up moves.

"I just tested you a little just now, but I didn't expect you to have two more moments, and then it's not that simple, I will use my stunt to defeat you!" Zhang Hu said coldly, and then took out a jar from the ring, and when the jar was opened, hundreds of red flying insects flew out, and they flew towards Xiang Yang under Zhang Hu's command.

"I'll go, the referee doesn't count this as a violation!" Xiang Yang saw that the situation was not good, this red flying insect looked extremely weird, and there were many of them, and they were indeed invincible, so he pulled out his legs and walked around, roaring while running.

"Treasures and pets are allowed in the duel, so it's not a violation. The referee just said lightly.

Xiang Yang heard the referee's voice and scolded secretly, seeing that he had no escape, his heart was horizontal, and he drove the "Thunder Shadow Step", and suddenly Xiang Yang shuttled through the duel like lightning, and the red flying insects were difficult to find Xiang Yang's trace for a while.

"It's enough to force me out of this trick to make you proud. Xiang Yang also pretended to say, he suddenly found that it was so cool to say this to others, no wonder many people liked to say this when dealing with themselves.

"Damn ......" and when Zhang Hu heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, obviously his strength is relatively strong, why is this weak person still pretending to be like this, what makes him proud, arrogant.

"Come on, little insects, your grandfather and I'm here!" Xiang Yang suddenly slowed down on the side, beckoning to the group of red flying insects, and soon the red flying insects rushed over with anger.

"Zhang Hu, I'll let you taste your bugs today!" Xiang Yang said evilly, driven by Lei Yingbu, he rushed towards Zhang Hu, and suddenly stopped in front of Zhang Hu, and Zhang Hu's eyes widened, and his eyes were ruthless, this kid actually played himself like this, it was really hateful.

"Bye-bye!" Xiang Yang smiled weirdly at Zhang Hu, and then drove the thunder shadow to dodge away, Zhang Hu was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils dilated instantly, and these blood worms had already enveloped himself.

"Stop, stop!" Zhang Hu shouted frantically, dancing like a madman, and he already had a lot of bumps on his body.

"Oops, that's miserable. Xiang Yang looked at Zhang Hu quietly in the corner of the arena, and when Zhang Hu was tortured to the point that he was almost out of shape, his heart was crossed, and he took out the jar and broke it.