Han Lin looked at the scene in the ring, Jian Mingyue and Song Zhong didn't move at all, and he felt that there were only four words in his heart.

Immortals fight.

The Fang Yuan Realm around the two of them became visible because of the Dao Spirit appearance.

And after the advantage was reversed repeatedly, Han Lin didn't know what kind of dangerous competition was happening in it, and he could only see from his appearance that it seemed that Jianmingyue couldn't beat the other party.

Because at this moment, Jian Mingyue, who once had the upper hand, has been forced into a corner.

Her Dao Spirit Fangyuan, after being touched by the other party, will begin to lose control from the periphery, and even her own external spiritual veins seem to be poisoned, constantly necrosis.

Fortunately, the spiritual veins outside the body control the formation of aura, so they recover quickly, and they are not a major injury.

However, it still forced Jian Mingyue to keep shrinking Fang Yuan, otherwise, maybe she would be poisoned all the way along the spiritual veins outside her body, and even the spiritual veins in her own body would be injured.

In this way, in the continuous retreat, the situation began to collapse, and when the opponent's spirit poison Fang Yuan took control of the field, she could not continue to stand in the ring.

After all, Fang Yuan represents absolute control over the aura in the area, and once the field is controlled, there will be countless wonderful uses.

Not to mention, Song Zhong's poisonous spirit Fang Yuan, its own toxicity, makes it impossible for people to stay in it.

And at this moment, Jianmingyue only has a radius of one meter left, and ninety percent of the ring has been controlled by Song Zhong.

A hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and a flying sword in her sleeve suddenly threw out and stabbed towards Song Zhong!

As soon as the flying sword entered Song Zhong's circle, it trembled slightly, and then made a corrosive sound.

"Why should the princess struggle, on behalf of the eldest prince, if she wins, the quota will definitely be dedicated to the princess. ”

Song Zhong said with a smile, and there was also a flying sword thrown out in his hand, and within his own radius, the movement of this flying sword was as fast as lightning, and it intercepted Jian Mingyue's flying sword in an instant!

With a ding, the two flying swords collided, and Jianmingyue's flying sword immediately dimmed, and it was really difficult to fight away.

She gritted her silver teeth, knowing that she was only in the late stage of foundation building, and the other party was at the peak of foundation building, this gap was like two martial saints who had been behind for decades, and it was almost impossible to turn the tables.

After all, Song Zhong's poisonous spirit is not weak, and Jian Mingyue knows that if she continues to fight, it will only be a waste of time, and she can consume the other party at most.

So after hesitating, Jian Mingyue put away the flying sword.

"I throw in the towel. ”

She can be regarded as preserving the hope of her side, and let the people on her side make less effort, and said unwillingly.

Immediately, the master of ceremonies nodded and announced that Song Zhong had entered the semi-finals.

"Haha, the princess really knows the general situation, Xiaosheng is grateful, grateful. Song Zhong said with his fists clenched.

"Just remember what you said. Jian Mingyue snorted coldly.

Who knows, Song Zhong, who squinted his eyes, immediately showed a puzzled expression.

"What are you talking about?" he tilted his head, puzzled.

"You!" Jian Mingyue's eyes widened, and the bad premonition in her heart suddenly became even bigger.

But at this time, Song Zhong looked at Qiu Li, the red-clothed woman recruited by the second prince on the side, and the immortal cultivator of Beihan Pass, patted his head again, and said as if he suddenly remembered:

"Oh~ The princess is worried about the quota, rest assured, if the villain obtains it, it will definitely be dedicated to the princess. ”

Song Zhong said, the person had already stepped out of the ring, and when he passed by Jian Mingyue, he let out a sneer!

This sound, in Jianmingyue's sound, was so harsh that it made her crazy!

With such a contemptuous attitude, Jian Mingyue is almost certain that if the other party wins, he will definitely not hand over the place!

He hasn't torn his face yet, I'm afraid it's because he is not 100% sure of winning, so he won't turn his face with the eldest prince, and there is still a possibility of mixing around the eldest prince in the future.

Jian Mingyue knew this, and there was an urge to tear her face in her heart, but the other party didn't make it clear, if she tore it first, she might kill the last bit of hope.

Even if this glimmer of hope is so small that it can't be believed at all, but Jianmingyue knows that she can't win, for the sake of the overall situation, she can only take the initiative to admit defeat, even if she is unwilling, she can only pin her hope on this Song Zhong.

This made her unwilling, made her clench her silver teeth, and made her eyes moist.

But with a fist in his hand, his nails pierced his palm, and he scratched out blood, but he still held back his tears.

As the seventh princess of the dynasty, she can't show her weak side in this kind of place.

And Han Lin stood in the audience and also sensed the relationship between the two sides.

It's almost tacit.

But Jian Mingyue still refuses to face the reality, obviously she really cares too much about this place.

Looking at this arrogant princess, bowing her head at the moment and not going to trouble Song Zhong, and even taking the initiative to admit defeat without wasting the other party's strength, Han Lin sighed lightly in his heart.

After an acquaintance, he felt that the other party was also pitiful, and he promised to help, but the team did not succeed, should he make up for it?

Just when Han Lin thought so, Jian Mingyue also stepped out of the ring.

There was a glitter in her eyes, and it was obvious that she was holding back tears.

Han Lin knew, and the other party also knew in his heart that that Song Zhong was unreliable.

"Princess......" Han Lin spoke, but Jian Mingyue ignored him and passed by directly.

The only one who can rely on is herself, Jianmingyue has long thought so in her heart.

But this time, after feeling that he had missed the longing Xianmen in advance, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

The next game may not be important anymore, she has a miracle of luck in her heart, it is Song Zhong who can keep his promise after winning, but this person, will he be such a noble person?

On the other side, Han Lin was depressed, looking at Jian Mingyue going to rest alone in the small room, and did not follow.

After all, the relationship between the two of them is not close to that point, the other party wanted to take him to compete with him before, but now that he can't, the distance is estranged all of a sudden.

But thinking about it the other way, Jian Mingyue invested a lot in Han Lin, and after finding out that his efforts were in vain, he didn't say anything, which was already very good.

In the next two quarterfinals, Qiu Li of the second prince's camp didn't even need to make a move, and her opponent took the initiative to surrender.

The white-robed immortal cultivators on the Five Princes' side also met the people from their own camp and won without a fight.

"In the last game of the quarterfinals, Han Lin, yes, Shi Dingtian. ”

After speaking, under the cheers of a group of people, in the camp of the second prince, one walked out, dressed in gorgeous clothes, not like a martial arts, but like a middle-aged man who came to the banquet.

Han Lin sighed lightly and stepped into the ring.

That Shi Dingtian is the sect master of a large sect, and his bearing is very large, and his strength is also a strong man in the field.

Two hundred years of skill, the pinnacle of martial arts!

"Heh, Xiaoyou, your skills are not below me, I don't know how you cultivate, but the victory or defeat between us is actually not important. Shi Dingtian said helplessly.

"Why isn't it important?" Han Lin asked lightly.

"The other three in the top four are all immortal cultivators, do you want to fight them?" Shi Dingtian couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, as if he didn't expect that the other party hadn't seen through the protagonist of this competition until now.

Who knows, as soon as these words came out, Han Lin's brows moved slightly, and he said, "I really want to fight them." ”

This made Shi Dingtian laugh out loud as if he had heard some joke.

But just when all the audience were smiling, Shi Dingtian made a bold move, a shocking move!

With a bang, it hit Han Lin in the stomach!

This blow, attacking it unprepared, can be said to be completely untiring!

Even this scene, the audience felt extremely familiar, Han Lin was like this before, and he blasted the old general of the South Entrance Hall hundreds of meters away with one punch.

It's just that in the ring, the two of them were stunned.

There is no scene that everyone wants to see, the kind of big flying living people.

"Since you didn't want to win, let me go. Han Lin said lightly, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Shi Dingtian's fist.

"You!!" Shi Dingtian couldn't believe it, the other party directly resisted his fist, and there was no?

And the next moment, he felt the wind whistling in his ears and flew up!

Many audiences, once again, saw the Dafei living people they were looking forward to.

It's just that the target of this flight is not quite right, and even such a relaxed scene, Han Lin won too casually, so they can't help but wonder, are these warriors all giving up on themselves and acting again?

"This Shidingtian, the dignified sect master, in order not to fight with the immortal cultivators, is he so shameless?"

"This acting skill is simply exaggerated, and it is normal to lose if you can't lose?"

Everyone complained, because not many people bet this time, so after a few sounds, everyone felt that it didn't matter.

Anyway, the target to be seen today has long been replaced by an immortal cultivator, and it doesn't matter who these martial artists are promoted.

And in the final four-round draw, in order to ensure fairness, the dean came out.

He personally grabbed two of the four sticks.

It is, Han Lin, Song Zhong.

"After a quarter of an hour's rest, it begins. The dean said loudly.

Han Lin suddenly became the focus of the audience again.

And at this time, he had just returned to his seat, adjusting his breathing, ready to do a big job!

But at this time, beside the eldest prince, a woman-like father-in-law walked over.

The first thing the other party said was: "You surrender, don't waste Song Xianchang's strength." ”