The blue light bloomed, and the ice covered the ground. The thunder sounded, and the sky fell apart.

The yellow ball of thunder light and the blue ball of ice light immediately exploded as soon as they collided. The impact was extremely strong, spreading from the top of the ring and spreading around the square.

In the audience, those with high cultivation only felt a violent wind whistling by, while those with low cultivation were directly swept away.

In the ring, countless bluestone slabs shattered in an instant, and the overwhelming dust covered the entire ring.

After the strong wind passed, the crowd of onlookers looked up, staring at the ring, anxiously waiting for the dust to clear. At this moment, everyone wants to know who won this duel.

The dust on the ring lasted for half an hour before it gradually dispersed.

At the end of the smoke, the figures of the two young men slowly appeared. Both of them were standing, without the slightest wound on their bodies, and their clothes were somewhat torn, probably cut by the rubble from the explosion just now.

Beitangmo's face was filled with a hint of a smile, and Ye Junlin was still unfazed.

Ximen Ziran was a little surprised, Beitang Mo's combat power was extremely strong, and he was even close to those martial artists of the 'Xuantian Tribulation Realm', he was not surprised. What surprised him was Ye Junlin: a 'high-level Xuanzun' was hit by the full force of a 'high-level Xuansheng', not only did he die on the spot, but he fought an even match with the other party.

While thinking about it, Ximen Ziran stroked the unshaved stubble on his chin and smiled softly: "It's kind of interesting." ”

Beitang Mo looked at Ye Junlin in the ring, and his face was still filled with that gentle smile like a spring breeze.

"It seems that Brother Tai is quite strong!" Bei Tangmo said, scratching his head in great embarrassment: "But I can't give it to you this time, if I can't marry the daughter of the Ximen family, my father will definitely punish me." ”

Beitangmo seemed to remember something, an extremely unpleasant thing, and the smile on his face instantly turned into a face full of sadness.

Ye Junlin looked at the crying face of the guy in front of him, and suddenly laughed.

Beitangmo looked at Ye Junlin, and continued to say to himself: "But you are very strong, if you finish fighting you, it is estimated that your vitality will be greatly damaged, and if you fight those guys again, it will be troublesome."

Beitang Mo chattered endlessly, but Ye Junlin was confused.

Beitangmo was contemplative, and after thinking about it for more than a dozen breaths, he suddenly patted his head and suddenly realized: "There is a way." ”

After Beitang Mo finished speaking, he directly 'abandoned' his opponent Ye Junlin, turned his head and smiled at Ximen Ziran in the stands: "Uncle Ximen, I'm in a hurry, can I discuss something with you." ”

Ximen Ziran couldn't laugh or cry, 'New Shangyu' rumored that this eldest prince of Beitang did something unexpected, but this realm of not playing cards according to the routine is really a bit too high.

For the sake of face, Ximen Ziran still opened his mouth and responded: "Beitang Xian nephew, if you have something, just say it." ”

Beitang Mo was a little embarrassed and hugged Ximen Ziran with a fist, and then pointed to the three people in the stands, who had just won, and said with a smile: "I think I can challenge the three of them at one time first, and then fight against this brother Tai after winning the three?"

Beitangmo said extremely innocently, with a little child's naughtiness in his words.

Ximen Ziran couldn't smile bitterly, and secretly 'admired' in his heart: "This Beitanghu really gave birth to a wonderful son." ”

Before Ximen Ziran could speak, the 'Nangong Aoran' and 'Pang Yizhi' in the stands were already full of anger, and the martial artist from the poor family, although he had never spoken, it could be seen from his clenched fists that he was also very angry.

"Beitangmo, do you look down on us?" asked Nangong Proudly.

Beitang Mo stuck out his tongue at him, as if to say, "I just look down on you, how can I not accept you to beat me." ”

A playful action, like a small spark, instantly ignited the powder keg of the three people of 'Nangong Aoran', and the huge fire of anger exploded in an instant.

Nangong Proudly pulled out the saber at his waist, jumped down from the stands, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said angrily: "Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you!

Before 'Nangong Aoran' finished speaking, Beitangmo waved his hand and said, "Fight, you fight, what are you doing there." ”

After speaking, he stuck out his tongue towards 'Nangong Aoran'.

The young man from the poor family was already furious, he roared, and jumped out of the ring along with 'Nangong Aoran'.

Pang Yizhi didn't move, his eyes kept wandering on Ye Junlin and Beitang Mo, as if he was looking for something, and as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

Ximen Ziran looked at him and said with a smile: "Nephew Pang Xian won't go down to join in the fun?"

Pang Yizhi was reminded by Ximen Ziran, and then hugged Ximen Ziran, and said with a smile: "Lord Ximen, the little nephew is not good at killing, just come out to practice, and besides, I am a 'Confucian student', how unhealthy it is to fight and kill." ”

"Oh?" Ximen Ziran's face showed an intriguing expression, and he waved his hand and smiled: "What does Pang Xian's nephew mean?"

Pang Yizhi smiled and said righteously: "I abstain." ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Nangong Proudly glanced back at Pang Yizhi, spat out, and said viciously: "It's really unseeded." ”

Pang Yizhi was a little angry, but his face was still expression.

"It is worthy of being the 'little fox' taught by the 'old fox'. Simon Ziran thought to himself.

Beitangmo waved his hand at Ye Junlin quite friendly, as if to say, "Brother, give up land?"

Ye Junlin smiled slightly and jumped out of the ring.

On the ring, 'Nangong Aoran' and the young man from the humble family stared at Beitang Mo fiercely, as if they were about to swallow him in their mouths at any time.

Beitang Mo didn't care, and slowly pulled out the saber at his waist.

A cold light shot straight into the sky, and the mountains and rivers changed color. The cold wind was fierce, and it instantly enveloped the entire Vermilion Bird Imperial City.

Ximen Ziran looked at the long sword in Beitang Mo's hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems that the 'old Wang Ba' of the Beitang family really values this kid, and even the 'cold light sword' of the 'symbol of the head of the family' has been passed on to this kid." ”

Beitang Mo held the sword in his hand, and a sense of pride arose.

The Beitang family has stood for thousands of years, in addition to their own efforts and correct choices, two treasures are also indispensable.

The 'Cold Light Sword' and 'Xuanwu Shield' are the reliance of the 'Xuanwu Family', and I don't know how much hard work they have made, and the 'Beitang Family' has always had rules: the 'Xuanwu Shield' is in the hands of the current head of the family, and the 'Cold Light Sword' is in the hands of the next head of the family.

Since Beitang Mo has the 'Cold Light Sword' in his hand, it can only mean that he is the next head of the family.

Under the gaze of everyone, Beitang Mo's long sword swung out, like a blue butterfly, dancing in the ring