Suddenly, Fang Qian heard footsteps approaching quickly, and before he could think about it, his body, which had been fighting for many years, bounced up first and rolled to the side. A deep crack had been carved into the ground where he had been.

In the distance, Feng Changqing's face was full of evil energy, he quickly pinched the trick with one hand, and condensed a huge cyan wind blade two zhang long with the other. His beloved high-grade magic weapon was destroyed, and he almost fell on the spot, even if the elder assured him that the magic circle could protect him in advance, he instinctively realized that the sword just now was definitely not within the scope of what the elder said.

He wants to make this Fang Qian pay the price he deserves, and it is a good way to cut it in half.

Fang Qian's mouth was bitter, the Tiangang Po that was comparable to the foundation just now consumed most of his mana, and now he didn't have the confidence to compete with the other party.

can only admit defeat, stay in Qingshan and not be afraid of no firewood, there will always be a chance to defeat the other party in the future. But as soon as he wanted to open his mouth to admit defeat, he saw flying sand and rocks in front of him, and when he looked around, he was already shrouded in the wind, and his shouts were suddenly extinguished in the wind.

Feng Changqing was very satisfied with his wind mask technique, that Fang Qian was covered inside, and it was delusional to shout and admit defeat.

Although he felt that the other party must have the means to break through the wall and escape, he would not be kind enough to give him time to get out calmly.

The cyan wind blade condensed in his hand had shrunk to less than half of its original size, but the dense noise of tearing the air from it indicated that it was twice as powerful as before.

If Nangong Xiao outside the arena hadn't recognized that it was indeed the Wind Blade Spell by looking at his lips and spells, he would even feel that the other party had used some foundation building period spell.

With the wave of Feng Changqing's arm, the cyan wind blade slashed through the air at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, cutting through the wind cover on the opposite side without hindrance, and the remaining momentum unabated collided with the magic sword in front of Fang Qian.

Even though Fang Qian poured all the remaining mana into the magic sword, the cyan wind blade still slowly cut through the blade of the medium-grade magic sword, the sword slave, the sword spine, and then cut to his own waist and abdomen.

Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, the cyan wind blade was blocked by the sudden appearance of the yellow light curtain, although the light curtain cut ripples, but in the end it was unable to break through and dissipated in mid-air. Fang Qian took the opportunity to raise his hand and hurriedly retreated to the sidelines.

Elder Song's slender fingers caressed her cheeks, as if she had turned up the protective power of the magic circle too much this time, but it was a good result that no one was injured.

Feng Changqing's face was gloomy, he didn't think that he could kill Fang Qian, but being seriously injured and lying in bed for a year and a half could also reduce the anger in his heart a little, who knew that this beautiful woman was so biased and let Fang Qian retreat.

But he couldn't be angry with Elder Zhuji, so he could only slowly walk up the ramp and come to the crowd.

"Poof,"

Feng Changqing frowned and looked over at the laughing side, wanting to see who touched his moldy head at this time.

Yang Jian was held down by Nangong Xiao and Fang Qian, and it looked like he was about to be suffocated. Nangong Xiao was okay, his face was still blank, without the slightest expression. Fang Qian was obviously holding back a smile, and his face, which had always been unsmiling, was trying his best to restrain it.

Feng Changqing was puzzled, he lost the fight, how could he be embarrassed to laugh, he had fought twice before, but he didn't think he was such an optimistic person.

No, Feng Changqing's eyes swept away, not only Fang Qian, but the people around him were also obviously holding back their laughter, some of them had their bodies on their backs, and their shoulders were still shaking, even Yuan Lu, Elder Song and Tang Ce also looked like they couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha." Yuan Lu, who was already arrogant, couldn't hold back the first, and hugged the female disciple who came with her and laughed with joy. "It's so funny, it's been a long time since there's such an interesting thing, Fang Qian, Senior Sister Ben will reward you with a bottle of Huangjing Dan, hahaha."

Feng Changqing realized that something must have happened to him, and he hurriedly swept his body with his divine sense, and suddenly froze in place.

On the right side of his head, a clump of black hair disappeared, revealing a scalp with green stubble, the range was not too large, only one finger long and two wide, and not to the extent of a yin and yang head, with long flowing hair and a handsome face and this bit of hip-hop style.

However, it is clear that people of this era did not appreciate this style, and according to custom, this kind of style is generally called bald spots.

The girl's voice was as crisp and pleasant as a silver bell, but in Feng Changqing's ears, it was poking his chest like an awl, and a mouthful of old blood was about to gush into his heart.

"Fang Qian, I want to fight you to the death!!" A long roar of anger echoed through the mountains, causing a flurry of chickens and dogs to jump.

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In the end, it was Elder Lu who took action, restrained Feng Changqing, who had fallen into a frenzy, and brought him down to Elder Danfang to think about the means of hair growth.

Although the competition process was bizarre and tortuous, in terms of results, there was no real winner in this matchup. Feng Changqing's side has a sense of the vicissitudes of life of winning and losing.

The two sides are considered a draw.

In the second battle, Tang Ce was still the first to pick, and this time he chose Feng Ju.

Feng Ju didn't refuse, so he put forward one more condition for reading the three formation classics.

Tang Ce readily agreed.

So accurate, Nangong Xiao looked at Tang Ce suspiciously, he knew how powerful Feng Ju was, if he was asked to choose one of Ah Bald Qing and Feng Ju as his opponent, he would rather pick the former.

The former is a fighting mode that he is familiar with, which is nothing more than spells, magic weapons, and talismans.

And the latter, his actual combat experience with the formation cultivator is almost zero, if he really falls into the opponent's formation, he will rely on his bottle less than half a bottle of swaying formation level, and let others pinch and rub the circle?

But although Feng Ju's formation was sharp, his superficial cultivation was not the top among this group of disciples, Tang Ce did not choose the third or fourth who came out of the previous competition trial ground, but singled out Feng Ju, which always felt a little boring.

Yuan Lu didn't hesitate this time, she walked straight into the crowd, came to Nangong Li'er, who was happily playing Tututu, held the other party's little hand, and said earnestly: "Sister Li'er, everything is please." ”

Nangong Li'er smiled and handed over the little white rabbit in her arms.

"Help me take care of it, Sister Yuan, don't worry, I will do my best."

With that, he walked down the slope.

"The opponent's ice formation is extremely high, don't let him have a chance to set up the formation."

Regarding the sound ringing in her ears, Nangong Li'er's eyes widened slightly, and she just nodded lightly to understand.

On the other side, Tang Ce was communicating with someone: "Tao Zhong, are you sure this person can do it, don't be as unhelpful as just now." ”

"Senior Brother Tang, this person has been appreciated by the formation master Elder Meng Yan, and he accepted the closed disciples at that time. And there is also the actual record of building the foundation in the battle, and please rest assured, this time we have won. ”

Feng Ju was already waiting in the field.

His image is much sloppier than Feng Changqing. The hair was neglected, and he simply tied it in a bun and tied it up with a wooden hairpin, and the stubble on his chin was not shaved before. If it weren't for the clothes worn by the inner disciple who had just come down, he would be a wild cultivator who had been herding sheep for a long time.

Nangong Li'er got Nangong Xiao's advice, and she did not despise the other party's plain clothes.

When Elder Lu announced the start, she took the lead in attacking, and she picked up two dark blue talismans between her fingertips and activated them, turning them into a canopy of needle rain and facing Feng Ju.

Feng Ju didn't resist, he slapped two magic talismans on his legs, and quickly avoided the range of the needle rain, and the flying needles shot into the dirt and wet the ground.

A piece of needle rain fell into thin air, Nangong Li'er was not in a hurry, but cast needle rain charms one after another to attack. Feng Ju still dodged, Nangong Li'er's talisman was also thrown out as if he didn't want money, the two of you chased me and escaped for half a cup of tea, and most of the land in the duel arena became wet and sticky.

Bang, the two divine talismans shattered inch by inch on Feng Ju's pants, and their power was exhausted.

Feng Ju simply didn't run away, and smiled at Nangong Li'er. With the palm of his hand, the small silver flag swayed left and right, and the milky white light of the seven positions in the field echoed each other, and for a while, the earth was frozen, the snow was fluttering, the cold wind was sassy, and the eight doors were killed.

Nangong Li'er sensed that something was wrong, and it was too late to rush out.

Nangong Xiao's eyes were serious, he kept staring at Feng Ju, but he didn't understand how he set up the formation, he could be so silent and not show his traces, and now Nangong Li'er would be dangerous.

Suddenly, he found that Feng Ju did not have the expression of Zhizhu in his hand, but was a little distressed.

Well? What's going on?

"I really underestimated Senior Sister Li'er, your needle rain talisman doesn't seem to be an ordinary yin and cold water. I don't know what it is? Feng Ju asked outside the formation.

In the middle of the formation, Nangong Li'er propped up several layers of light curtains to resist the ice and snow and cold wind, and replied sincerely when she heard this: "Senior Brother has a good idea, this is the new Chaos God Yin Runic Water that Li'er has recently deployed, or the first time to use it, the trick made Senior Brother Feng smile." ”

"Chaos," Feng Ju nodded approvingly, "This name is apt, it is difficult for my divine sense to communicate with the Ling Qi of the formation, it should be that they are in play." My sister had seen me before, so she had prepared in advance. ”

"Senior brother laughed again, Li'er just happened to be at the meeting."

"Since my junior sister is so powerful, then I have to use some real skills."

As Feng Ju's voice fell, Nangong Li'er felt that the tyrannical wind and snow around her suddenly stopped, but she didn't think that this was Senior Brother Feng's throwing in defeat, and the movements in her hands sped up a few points.

After just a few breaths, the cold in the formation was gone, and there was a rolling heat wave rushing towards the face.

As she looked, clusters of flames began to rise on the ground around her, and they quickly extended and connected, weaving a web of fire.

Yin and yang, ice and fire!? What is the origin of Senior Brother Feng? Nangong Li'er's quiet pretty face showed a look of surprise for the first time.

But now I don't have time to think about this, the effect of the chaotic god yin rune water seems to be domineering, but after all, it is just a gadget for practicing the qi realm, and there are still many shortcomings, and the most fatal one is the fear of fire. Once the water vapor evaporates, its miraculous effects are lost.

Hopefully, it's still in time.

She pinched the trick with her hands and recited softly: "Thunder and lightning, up." ”