After the python service officer finished speaking, with a wave of his long sleeves, the master of Ouchi immediately stepped forward and pulled people in the crowd casually, some people flinched, and more people flocked up, I really wished that I was pulled to the stage to show the public. Yinchen sent a message in the system, and then stepped forward.

The master of Ouchi in front of him seemed to be taken aback by his appearance and behavior, and hesitated for a moment, but still pulled him and another tall boy into a ring.

At this time, a message from Wan Jianxin came from Yinchen's system: "For the time being, there are no tricks, just pulling people casually." ”

"Be careful. Silver Dust silently left a message, and then closed the system interface, with a pair of silver pupils, locking on the enemy two feet away.

The man two feet away, wearing a blue and white robe, with a blue forehead, neatly combed black hair, and a pair of orange-yellow eyes, also flashed with the proud and cold look that a young master should have, no matter from any angle, he looked like a young and promising righteous man, not a boxer who belonged to the Demon Dao.

This person is very young and very fresh, he doesn't seem to be a famous Jianghu boxer, but he is standing two feet away, but it is difficult for Yinchen to sense what the battle flow in his body is like, and he can only sense a vague and obscure energy, which means that his strength must be unfathomable.

Such a low-key and unfathomable boxer is obviously not a good stubble, even if everyone in the Tong Provincial Pavilion has the strength to transform qi more than one weight, this person can be regarded as the best among them.

Based on observation alone, Yinchen can only get a little information, and he doesn't even know the sect he is in, and Yinchen himself must be studied very thoroughly by all the people who worship power in the world, because it is one of the idols worshiped by all the teenagers in the world.

Becoming famous as a teenager is not entirely a good thing.

Thinking like this, Silver Dust didn't notice that a two-colored light mist suddenly lit up around the ring, and these light mist rose up, intertwined into a net in the air, condensed into a cage, and then a circle of special metal similar to the round steel of the soul slayer flowed up along the void network, casting the entire ring into a sealed iron cage, on top of the iron cage, layers of dark blue ice condensed, turning into sharp and delicate barbs, straight to the two people in the cage.

"What to do?!"

"How so?!"

The shouts came from the other rings, and many of the Demon Dao masters who stepped into the ring let out fragile screams. In the rules of the competition that have just been promulgated, it has long been clear that "only by rolling out of the ring can it be counted as taking the initiative to admit defeat", and now it is a cage fight, doesn't it show that the competition for the list of young masters in the world is only about life and death, regardless of victory or defeat?

Yinchen felt a little bad at this moment, he felt like a caged animal in a circus, fighting with an unknown opponent for fun, but his mind immediately appeared the back of Emperor Yue driving back to the palace, feeling that the person who should enjoy this bloody feast the most was not present, but his heart was a little relieved.

He looked at the tall young man outside the two faces without a trace of fluctuation, secretly admired in his heart, stretched out his wide cuffs with his hands, and saluted with fists:

"In the lower silver dust, please give me advice. ”

He didn't say the words "Civilization Temple" because he felt that it was not necessary to do a good job, and the real basis for a sect to flourish was strength and inheritance, not to go around promoting its name.

"The Shenhai Sect is authentic, Huang Haiqing. ”

As soon as the young man spoke, he ruined the atmosphere. His reaction was high and sharp, and his tone was full of an incomprehensible, warm and arrogant meaning, like Long Aotian carrying the aura of a pig's foot. It took a second for Silver Dust to understand that the Deep Sea Sect in this person's mouth should be the New Shenhai Sect founded by Long Aotian privately, not the Old Shenhai Sect that continued to run wild on Furong Avenue after he left.

What kind of Shenhai faction it is, it doesn't make much difference to Yinchen, because there are so many inheritances of the Shenhai faction, and the only thing that is really eye-catching is Long Aotian's "Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist", and the other so-called inheritances may have been very powerful dozens or hundreds of years ago, but now, compared to some inheritances of the Iron Sword Alliance, they are all very different. The old city Shanghai faction, now in addition to kneeling and licking the Yue Emperor and serving the country loyally, I am afraid there is no other room for development, as for this nascent Shanghai faction, it is even more unbearable.

Hearing this Huang Haiqing expose his home, Yinchen relaxed, his eyes rolled, and finally lazily, condensed a metal sword from his hand, and casually played a sword flower of "Guanlan", which was reluctantly admitted that he was a swordsman. However, his ability to conjure a sword casually still made Huang Haiqing on the opposite side stunned for several seconds before he reacted.

At this time, the other rings have not yet started to compete, the demons do not have the tenacious nerves of the righteous swordsmen, and they can swing their swords stably in any desperate situation, at this time, most people still have a lot of resentment about being locked in a cage, and even some demon masters are still holding their own fame in the rivers and lakes, bargaining with Xiaohuangmen, of course, they are doing it in vain.

The impact of cage fighting on Huang Haijun can't be seen at all, his noble and arrogant look fell into Yinchen's eyes, and there was a momentum outside the marriage that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change. In the midst of the chatter of the other fighters, in the cage ring located in the northwest corner, the two quickly reported their names to each other, Yinchen raised the sword in his hand, and Huang Haiqing stirred up the soul mist of his whole body, and started the competition before all the other rings.

They didn't even wait for the referee to say "start".

Huang Haiqing made the first move, and the ice-blue soul mist sprayed out from the pores of his body, condensing into an illusory image of a giant ape behind him, and the image silently roared to the sky, and then turned into a stream of water light and merged into his body. Huang Haiqing's upper body slowly swelled by nearly a tenth, holding up his neat blue and white robe, and a pair of fists stretching out of the cuffs also slowly swelled, almost more than three times larger, and the long blue-gray hair covered the skin, showing a wild might.

The thirteen coercion of the transformation qi was undoubtedly emanated, and it raged into a storm and snow in the small ring with a side length of only five zhang. He struck a white rainbow starter, his huge fist like a steel hammer. He said in an arrogant, pitiful loser-like tone, "Please!"

Huang Haiqing didn't wait for Yinchen to respond, he punched first, and his fist changed into dozens of blue-gray lights and shadows in the moment it was swung, scattered, which looked similar to the sword path of the rainstorm and the city, and had nothing to do with the white rainbow through the sun.

"Hundred flowers are wrong. Huang Haiqing's tone was quite elegant, just like the number of roads under his hands, and there was really a trace of light and elegant temperament in the majestic and majestic. The spread of the Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist, dozens into hundreds, the cold light blue battle flow spiraled forward with the action of the punch, like cold water quickly condensed into a fist-shaped Xuan Ice Sculpture, striking from every possible angle, for a while, Silver Dust seemed to be facing a net of ice fists that advanced, and the dodge space up and down, left and right was all sealed.

It's not a way to retreat and dodge, the cage ring is only five zhang long, and Huang Haiqing's two sudden advances rushed in front of him, even if he used teleportation to retreat, he would withdraw at most two zhang, and he was still within the range of Huang Haiqing's three assault steps. Cage fighting, except to be braver and more ruthless than the enemy, there is actually no other strategy to choose from.

The battle flow fist method blessed by the battle soul is not at all avoided by dodging and moving between square inches.

As a mage, the best strategy that Silver Dust can apply at this time is actually to use a magic shield to resist.

It's just that he didn't choose such a strategy, when Huang Haiqing attacked, to be precise, at the moment when the other party stepped out of the first sudden advance, Yinchen lowered his eyes, and Sen Leng's gaze fell on his feet.

Feet?

I believe that Huang Haiqing at this time was completely unaware of what was happening.

Silver Dust's elemental magic cultivation may require both hands to guide, but arcane cultivation is not needed at all, and an intuitive measure of arcane cultivation is the ability to shapeshift.

The ability to transform everything but oneself.

The purple, purple light with a faint cold aura lit up and went out at the mage's feet, and then, just as the Endless Ice Fist was about to arrive, three sharp metal thorns suddenly popped out from Huang Haiqing's feet, stabbing into his calves and knees, and then those metal thorns quickly turned red, and thin red flames emerged from the sharp tips that penetrated the flesh.

At the same time, Silver Dust turned sideways to pass most of the battle flow fist mixed with ice and water, and the metal long sword in his hand slashed a flash of lightning in the air, and the blue electric light hit Xuan Bing's fist, like a lightning strike hitting a sharp ice peak, causing the cold ice to explode in an instant, turning into a scattered cold mist. Yinchen relied on such an electrified "Guanlan Sword Technique" to open a gap in the wall composed of Xuanbing's straight fist, and turned sideways to let Huang Haiqing, who had lost his balance and staggered forward, turn to his back.

Huang Haiqing's dozens of frost fists turned into white rainbows again at this time, hundreds of white rainbows were like iron spears stabbed out in chaos, with a spiral of cold energy slammed on the iron cage, shaking down many ice spikes, but Huang Haiqing himself couldn't stop because of the leg injury, so he could only hit his head on the smooth iron cage and stop in embarrassment.

Silver Dust turned around gracefully, and at this time he happened to be in the dead end of Huang Haiqing's back door.

On Huang Haiqing's waist, there was a piece of receiver-like thing the size of two palms, which was his great talent slave lock.

Yinchen raised his eyebrows slightly, he remembered that even if it was a depraved demon, no one was willing to carry this thing before.

The mage raised his hand and put it down again, and the great talent slave lock made him have no desire to pursue the victory.

"Is that the only thing you can do?" he whispered, every word drenched in disappointment and coldness.

The magician's hands lit up with a destructive fire, and thin red flames roamed the ring, depicting a huge circular circle of hammers, almost completely filling the ring, and in the circle, the flames condensed into hot bony hands that only stretched out from the ground, grabbing Huang Haiqing's already injured calf, as if to drag him into the hell of flames. Huang Haiqing's body was full of divine wind, layers of blue ice chips scattered from head to toe, and a large amount of battle flow erupted from the blue soul mist, and the battle flow re-condensed a pair of legs and feet, and with the two piercing blood fountains erupting, his original two legs were broken and abandoned by him.

The soul mist of the Qi Consuming Realm can replace limbs for oneself without using the Soul Gathering Form, and of course it is limited to limbs and some unimportant organs, heads, hearts, and torsos that cannot be replaced.

Huang Haiqing, who had changed his legs and feet, turned around like lightning, and the ice mist in his hand spewed, and a blue cold current slashed through the semicircle like a blade, completely extinguishing the flames within two feet around him, and cutting off all the hands that those flames had condensed into, breaking them up into pieces of fine firelight.

Huang Haiqing's steady figure was two feet square, covered with pale blue ice and snow, and beyond the ice and snow was a crimson flame. The thin sword in Yinchen's hand turned into fire and turned into a thin flame, the hunt burned, and even unknown white smoke came out.

"Hmph, it's better to meet than to be famous. At the same time as Huang Haiqing said these words proudly, the cold ice soul mist suddenly erupted, and the blue ripples formed by layers of water waves spread rapidly, cooling the heat in the air and extinguishing the flames on the ground. The ring under his feet and the iron cage behind him condensed a thin layer of blue frost in an instant, and the frost covered the flame magic array, fiercely enveloping the silver dust.

Yinchen didn't panic, the thin flame long sword in his hand once again slashed forward with one of the moves in the Guanlan Sword Technique, and the long sword immediately turned into a mighty fire dragon, and pounced straight towards Huang Haiqing, who was mobilizing his soul qi to seize the control of the field. Huang Haijun's magic skills were working, and he didn't have time to do anything else, watching the fire dragon pounce. He could only grit his teeth and quickly flew out of his cuff with a hidden weapon, but the accuracy of the hidden weapon seemed to be extremely poor, and it did not fly in the direction of silver dust at all, but flew to another corner of the ring.

In the blink of an eye, the fire dragon arrived. Huang Haiqing shouted in a low voice: "Open!" The hidden weapon flew out, and suddenly burst out, a red and blue light, and slammed into another Huang Haiqing's phantom. At the same time as the phantom suddenly solidified, the real "Huang Haiqing" was directly hit by the fire dragon and exploded into a sky of ice chips and fire.

The fire dragon magic of unknown name like the Black Sky Flame Dragon God did not hit Huang Haiqing, but only shook the entire ring, a large area of frost, and even a part of the iron cage were red into scattered pieces, and the originally tight iron cage immediately appeared a budding gap. When the smoke and dust dissipated, the cold mist condensed into frost again, quickly occupied the ground and the iron cage, and once again surrounded it, approaching the silver dust from all directions.