These dozen bamboo poles are two fingers wide, and there is a section of grain every two fingers long. The pattern is not pure white, but blue and white. Among them, the four fastest bamboo poles doubled in thickness at the same time, and then changed from straight to spiral, wrapping around He Nan's limbs like four water snakes.

He Nan's eyes blinked, and a layer of orange-red body protection flames burned on his body, wrapping his body like a protective film.

At this moment, the yellow light on the four bamboo poles suddenly changed, turning into a blue like sea water. Unhindered by the flames, they passed through the flames of their bodies. The tops of the rest of the bamboo poles are also instantly deformed and automatically divided into two layers. The top of the upper layer of bamboo poles turned into flat bamboo planks and converged towards the top of He Nan's head. The top of the bamboo pole below became a sharp knife tip, piercing He Nan's legs.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Disciple No. 7's mouth, and his hands were raised. At this moment, his hands turned dark blue and emitted a bright blue glow.

The four thickened bamboo poles instantly wrapped He Nan's limbs firmly and forcibly dragged his body. Several flat bamboo planks converged on top of his head, tightly spliced together. Several sharp bamboo knives stabbed him in both legs and in the top of his feet. A layer of cyan and pale blue reticulations spread out from the two layers of bamboo poles, like a net and a cage, holding him inside.

"Ah...... Uh......"

The flames on He Nan's body were all extinguished, and even the martial spirit in his hand fell to the ground, turned into pure spiritual power, and disappeared. He gritted his teeth and twisted his body hard, but he couldn't break free from the net. Circles of rippling white spiritual power fluctuations appeared on the surface of the great net.

"Referee!

Instructor Lin immediately got up from his seat, took a few quick steps forward, and shouted to the fat referee on the edge of the ring. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that He Nan has lost the ability to resist. At this time, the instructor or team leader has the right to admit defeat.

The fat referee nodded and stretched out a finger in He Nan's direction. A faint blue ray of light shot out from his finger and hit the net of bamboo poles. The spiritual power net disappeared in an instant, and the bamboo poles were also retracted into the underground of the ring. Student No. 7 saw the referee's move and took the initiative to withdraw his hand. He Nan suddenly fell to the ground, and then fell to the ground on his back facing the sky.

"In the first game, Qingzhu won the first team!" the fat referee announced the result of the game loudly.

In the audience, the audience did not react much, just applauded and cheered, and few people discussed. In the eyes of most people, He Nan's strength is one level lower than that of the No. 7 disciple, and he is restrained by the No. 7 disciple in terms of attributes, and it is normal for him to be defeated. Although most of the students of the Cangling Academy were elites, how could the disciples who could represent the Eight Great Sects participate in the battle in the arena were ordinary people?

Disciple No. 7 raised his hand and made a gesture to He Nan, who had struggled to get up from the ring. Instructor Lin stretched out his hand and motioned for Fan Junfeng to run over. He tilted his head and quickly whispered a few words in Fan Junfeng's ear.

"Use your speed to get close to him and do it fast. His main ability is to absorb the spiritual power of his opponent, and he must not be dragged along with him. You can't hold him off. ”

"Pay attention to your sides. Don't show empty doors. Lei Xi added.

Fan Junfeng glanced back at Lei Xi and nodded. Instructor Lin also nodded.

"Whoosh!"

Fan Junfeng quickly jumped to the ring, jumped into the ring, and replaced He Nan, who was exuding coolness. A faint black mist emerged from him, enveloping his arms.

Disciple No. 7 immediately narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at Fan Junfeng in front of him. In his eyes, the person in front of him was dressed in black, with black hair, black clothes, black pants, black shoes, and even the mask on his face was pure black, and the spiritual power released from his body was obviously dark attribute. In his eyes, this person brought him not only a sense of mystery, but also a bit of danger.

"Cangling sent the second player, No. 152015. He's a dark player. ”

The fat referee's introduction is simple, without any superfluous statements.

In the audience, except for He Nan, who will not appear again, everyone stared intently at the figure of Disciple No. 7. They could all see that this seventh disciple would never have only this ability. No one noticed that Ye Hengyuan's eyes were blinking non-stop, much faster than normal people's blinking.

"Both sides release the Spirit Circle and the Martial Spirit!" the fat referee shouted.

Fan Junfeng and Disciple No. 7 released their respective spirit circles at the same time. The same three spirit circles, the same seventeen white points of light. Black on one side and blue on the other.

The black mist instantly spread, enveloping Fan Junfeng's body. None of the civilian spectators could see his body, only a faint flash of white light in the middle of the black mist.

Disciple Seven's two eyebrows stood up. He directly raised his hands and folded them in front of his chest. This time, the light on his hand was directly blue, eliminating the transformation process of yellow. This time, all the spectators in the audience saw his martial spirit clearly. It was a golden and blue bamboo whip, nearly two meters long and less than a fist wide, and its body shimmered with many white granular points of light.

"Game 2, begin!" shouted the fat referee.

"Whoosh!"

Fan Junfeng did not pause at all, and rushed out at the moment when the fat referee's voice fell. In just two or three breaths, he had already rushed more than half the distance of the ring. The black mist turned into an arrow-shaped black shadow, with a sharp horn-like part protruding from the center and on each side, completely obscuring his figure.

Disciple Seven began to retreat rapidly. He spread his right hand, grabbed the bamboo whip, and swung a blue and yellow trajectory in the air. Four pale cyan bamboo poles grew out of thin air from the ring, instantly turning into sharp spikes, piercing the four directions of the black shadow.

I only heard four crisp cracking sounds, and the four bamboo poles broke in response, and they didn't even play a blocking role. The black shadow's body shifted slightly to the left, and the sharp corners on the right side instantly turned into five black claws, grabbing the seventh disciple head-on.

Disciple No. 7 stepped back again, his waist glowed with a circle of blue light, his feet left the ring, and his body began to slowly levitate upward. The bamboo whip drew a circle in his hand. A blue wave of water mixed with yellow shrouded the black shadow.

With a "poof", the black shadow split directly from the middle, split into two halves, and came a counter-encirclement, from the two halves to the water circle. Fan Junfeng's body flew out like a cannonball from an artillery, and rushed directly through the middle of the water circle without the slightest obstruction. Cheers poured out from the civilian audience.

"Good, good. In the rest area, Instructor Lin kept nodding his head, and the expression on his face was very satisfied. But Lei Xi, Ye Hengyuan, and Xue Mengyi all raised their heads, their eyes fixed on the No. 7 disciple who seemed to be strolling leisurely.

Fan Junfeng rushed straight to the front of Disciple No. 7, and leaned slightly to the left. The wolf's claws swung out and grabbed at the tip of the bamboo whip, but it was like grabbing a ball of cotton, and it didn't hurt it in the slightest.

"Good!"

"Good!"

There were several shouts from the audience.

Fan Junfeng forcibly used his spiritual power to control his body, rushed into the air again, and swung another claw with his right hand. Sensen's cold light was mixed with a thick black gas, and he tore the seemingly soft bamboo whip fiercely. Disciple No. 7 lightly stretched his ape arm, brought out another water wave, blocked Fan Junfeng's claw, used the reaction force to push himself into the sky, and pushed Fan Junfeng to the ground. Although it didn't hurt him, it reopened the distance between them.

"Brother Hengyuan," Xue Mengyi whispered, "If this continues, Jun Feng will become more and more passive. It's too bad for him. ”

Ye Hengyuan nodded and didn't say anything. Of course, he knew that Fan Junfeng's advantage was in close combat, especially hand-to-hand combat. As long as the opponent can keep him close, his strength will be greatly reduced. The seventh disciple in front of him, who had the ability to float in the air for a short time at a low altitude, was obviously able to restrain him in terms of tactics, and his own consumption was much smaller than his. His bamboo whip martial spirit not only has the ability to make bamboo poles to attack opponents, but also has the innate ability to overcome rigidity with softness and borrow strength. It's not just the result of training