During the battle with the machine spirit, he had been channeling the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon Ruler into the Dragon Soul Sword, from the beginning to the end of the battle. The Dragon Soul Sword has been promoted from the extreme high grade to the round rank low grade, and it is not far from the middle grade.

After all, it is the instrument spirit of the Heavenly Demon Ruler, and it is impossible to surrender it at one time. However, through this battle in Zhihai, Du Feng already knew it in his heart. In the future, there will always be a chance to completely control this Heavenly Demon Ruler.

"Sister Ling'er......"

Du Feng was about to thank the Wood Spirit Girl, but she turned into a piece of green light and drilled back. The treatment just now seems simple, but in fact, it consumes a lot of wood spirit girl, after all, there is a gap between her cultivation and Du Feng, which is equivalent to doing treatment across levels.

The Mu Ling girl paid silently without asking for anything in return, which made Du Feng very embarrassed. I touched the tattoo on my left arm, and I could only remember all the kindness in my heart.

"You can't escape!"

This sentence is said to the machine spirit, because as long as the Heavenly Demon Ruler is still here with Du Feng, the machine spirit will not be able to leave, and sooner or later it will be surrendered.

There was no concept of time when he was fighting in the sea, and when Du Feng lifted the formation and looked outside, he knew that the sky was already bright. He was busy all night for the promotion of the Dragon Soul Sword.

At this time, Fu Xi had already arrived at the tournament because there was his match today. But when I got up in the morning to look for Du Feng, I found that his house was sealed by the formation, and he couldn't even call the transmission note, so he didn't bother. Seeing that he was about to play, Du Feng had not yet come to the scene, so he was inevitably a little anxious.

The last fight is over, and it's time for Fuxi to go to the ring. He looked back and saw that Du Feng still hadn't come, and turned his head a little disappointed. Just as he was about to jump into the ring, a voice came from behind.

"I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Du Feng finally caught up, fortunately, Fuxi's game was not the first game today, otherwise he would have missed it.

"It's good to come, I'll go up!"

With the support of his brothers, Fu Xi was in a good mood, and jumped directly into the ring. He is not good at light body combat skills, that is, the muscles of his legs jump straight and slammed into the ring. It feels like someone threw a big stone of about 300 catties directly into the ring.

His opponent is more special, not jumping or flying into the ring, but floating. To be precise, it turned into a cloud of green smoke and floated up. That's right, this person is the right-hand man of the Poison Emperor, Poison Cultivator Huang Zhike.

This person is of medium stature, and his face is white and tender. He didn't wear armor or a sword, he wore a gray-blue cloth gown, and he held a bamboo slip in his hand, looking like a scholar. If it weren't for the fact that he had just turned into a green mist, he really couldn't tell that this person was a poisonous cultivator.

However, Fu Xi is more than two meters tall, and his muscles are like a fast iron lump. And she has long red hair, and it's scary to be barefoot. He also didn't need to wear armor, because he had been engaged in forging for a long time. The skin was scorched by the furnace, and it became stronger than armor. In particular, the forearm position looks like a red-hot iron pillar, and it feels like it can directly roast the opponent.

What does this mean, Du Feng didn't understand the situation on the field. He knew that the Poison Emperor was Zhuo Dong's person who came there, and he couldn't get along with the people of the ancient family. Sending his own right-hand men to power must have been to defeat Fuxi. But today it is Old Man Lan who is the referee, and the biggest characteristic of the Fu family is that they are not afraid of poisonous gas, venom and the like.

They have been forging at high temperatures for a long time, and a large amount of fire has accumulated in their bodies. No matter what poison enters the body, it will be burned by the flames. Even if you want to deal with Fuxi, you should send a few people, and let the poison cultivator's subordinates come to send him to death.

"Game on!"

Regardless of whether Du Feng was confused or not, the referee announced the start of the game as soon as the time came. Fu Xi roared angrily and rushed out first. His classic move is to stride with his left foot, and reach out in front of him with his left hand to grab the opponent with a big fan-like hand. If you catch it, you will be directly knocked to the ground and beaten, if you don't catch it. Next, the right leg stepped out, and the hammer in the right hand just slammed it directly into a meatloaf. This is the style of play of a pure power player, and it is still very exciting visually.

Things didn't seem to be going so well, Fu Xi grabbed forward with his left hand, and was dodged by Huang Zhike with a side dodge. Seeing that he is not strong, he is really good at his body. But it doesn't matter, Fu Xi's sledgehammer is very long, and it is not so easy to dodge the next move.

"Bang!"

The sledgehammer smashed down as scheduled, and Huang Zhike was seen to crumble in response. Did the battle end so soon, everyone still didn't react, and the key is that the referee didn't declare Fu Xi the winner. According to the rules of the cloud list, it is not allowed to kill people, why didn't Old Man Lan organize it just now.

The ring was shrouded in a layer of yellow-green poisonous fog, and everyone couldn't see the situation clearly, and they were anxious to discuss it offstage.

"Come out, hide what to hide!"

Whether Huang Zhike is dead or not, Fu Xi himself knows best. At the moment when he was hit by the hammer, his body actively dispersed into smoke, so he was not injured at all. This way of disbanding the body and running around in the ring makes it difficult for the other party to make it difficult for the other party to make a move, it is somewhat similar to Feng Leizi.

Sure enough, in another corner of the ring, Huang Zhike's body regrouped. He still holds a bamboo slip in his hand, and his clothes are neat and his hairstyle is not messy. This shape made many young female warriors in the audience look at the deer in their hearts. subconsciously identified him as the righteous party, so Fu Xi was instead regarded as a reckless villain.

Belch...... Seeing the reactions of the female audience, Du Feng was also speechless for a while. In fact, there is no distinction between good and bad people in the ring competition, only winners and losers. But from his own point of view, of course, he hopes that his good brother Fuxi will win. This stance naturally conflicts with the female audience at the scene.

Fortunately, there were many male viewers at the scene who supported Fuxi. After all, Huang Zhike is a subordinate of the Poison Emperor, and the poison cultivator itself is not popular, not to mention that he is also from the Nether Xizhou. And Fuxi comes from the mysterious Kunshan, and is from an ancient family. The tendons and flesh of the body are easy to make the male warrior feel like a hero.

"Kill him, kill him, kill that fat man. ”

In the eyes of female audiences, Fu Xi is a dead fat man with red hair and bad clothes.

"Hammer him, hammer him, hammer that little white face. ”

In the eyes of male audiences, Huang Zhike is a person who pretends to be holding a bamboo slip. It's not good to fight in the ring, and I don't forget to hook up with the little white face of a female warrior.

(End of chapter)