The young handsome people are like the tide, taking turns to go up, one and the other. The mystical power of various attributes and colors is like a butterfly flying in the sky, dazzling to see.

All kinds of mystical skills were displayed on the stage in turn, and the audience was amazed. Ye Junlin was secretly happy, because under the 'record' of the 'Infinite Heavenly Eye', as long as he cultivated a little, these mystical skills would become his 'things in his pocket'.

Xia Feifei looked at Ye Junlin, who was like a 'hillbilly entering the city', and let out a sneer with great disdain.

In the face of Xia Feifei's cynicism, Ye Junlin had already become accustomed to it. If you are willing to mock, then you can mock, and I will not hear it

The competition was carried out very quickly, and in just half a day, three of the four qualifiers had already qualified. What is disappointing is that so far, only one of the three young Junyan who has qualified is from the 'Han clan', and the other two are not only from the 'scholar clan', but also extremely wealthy.

Two 'scholars' Junyan, one named 'Nangong Aoran', was born in the 'White Tiger Family', although they are only concubines, but their reputation in the 'White Tiger Imperial City' is not weaker than those descendants in the slightest.

The other is called 'Pang Yizhi', and the 'Pang Family' behind him is the extremely famous 'Strategist Family' in the 'Heavenly Immortal Domain'. Pang Tong, the chief strategist of the 'Heavenly Immortal Region', was his grandfather.

As soon as the two came out, the audience was in an uproar and immediately became angry.

This competition was supposed to provide a chance for those poor children to get ahead, but they didn't expect to be taken by those hateful warriors.

As a result, the last place has become particularly important, and many children from poor families have made great efforts to vow to win this last place.

From the very beginning, the competition has entered a white heat. After a child of the scholar clan took the stage, he was soon beaten by several children of the poor family in turn.

Ye Junlin looked at it while holding his chin, thinking a little.

Although there are many children of the Han family in the ring, they are not the opponents of the children of the scholar clan purely in terms of force. It's no wonder that the children of the scholar clan have been nourished by countless mystical techniques and elixirs since they were children, and they have been taught by their family predecessors, and they don't know how many times superior they are compared to those children of the poor family who can only rely on their own exploration.

The disciples of the poor sect can't beat it, which is also a helpless thing.

After a moment of thought, a young man in a blue brocade robe jumped in the ring, with a folding fan in his hand and a 'ice attribute' long sword on his back. Before the long sword could strike, it had already defeated seven Hanmen disciples in a row.

Ye Junlin's eyebrows raised slightly, obviously interested in this young man in blue.

But at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd, and someone shouted loudly: "This is not the 'Beitang Mo' of the 'Xuanwu Family' and the eldest son of Beitang!"

Once reminded, many people suddenly realized.

Beitang Mo's reputation in the 'Xuanwu Imperial City' is extremely loud, as the eldest son of the family, he has shown extremely outstanding cultivation talent since he was a child, and he is only in his early twenties, he is already the 'Xuansheng Realm' Great Perfection, which is quite optimistic.

The identity was confirmed, and many children from poor families completely lost their confidence. Although they are extremely unwilling, to be honest, they can't even survive Beitangmo's move.

After defeating two more challengers in a row, no one dared to go up and touch Beitangmo's moldy head.

Xia Feifei touched Ye Junlin with her arm and laughed, "Not yet." ”

Ye Junlin smiled at him with a 'harmless to humans and animals'.

"Then I'm no wonder. Xia Feifei looked at Ye Junlin, with a wicked smile on her face.

Ye Junlin suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap on the ground, and Ye Junlin's feet suddenly exploded. The powerful pushing force sent Ye Junlin to the top of the ring. In mid-air, Ye Junlin glanced back at Xia Feifei, his face full of resentment.

The impetus was too strong, so that Ye Junlin didn't grasp the balance of the landing, and directly came to a 'dog eating' and fell into the ring.

The audience under the ring laughed wildly, and Xia Feifei laughed wildly.

Ye Junlin slowly got up, his face gloomy and at a loss.

The taunts under the ring, like a tide, came towards Ye Junlin one by one:

"Hey, boy, it's okay, if it doesn't work, get down quickly, don't be embarrassed there. ”

"A 'high-level Xuanzun' against a 'high-level Xuansheng', your brain has been kicked by a donkey. ”

"Come down now, don't waste our time!"

Amidst countless mockery, Ye Junlin slowly got up, patted the dust on his body, and smiled at Beitang Mo.

Beitangmo looked at the young man of the same age in front of him and was very curious. He has seen a lot of young people and teenagers who love to be showy and cool. But after being in the limelight and failing to be cool, he didn't run away immediately, Ye Junlin was the first one he had ever seen.

I couldn't help but be slightly curious.

In life, there will always be some people who will feel familiar at first sight, and feel warm when they see it.

Ye Junlin finished tidying up his clothes and made a 'please' gesture to Beitangmo, who was a little stunned.

"Do you really want to fight?" Beitang Mo smiled: "Are you sure." ”

Ye Junlin nodded, and said a little impatiently: "It's not a master, if it's a master, just fight, don't ink." ”

"Good. Beitang Mo nodded, and with a flick of the folding fan in his hand, three ice cubes stabbed straight towards Ye Junlin. The cultivation gap is one big step and three small steps, Beitang Mo thinks that Ye Junlin is very interesting, and he is extremely careful when he makes a move.

Ye Junlin saw that the other party was 'releasing water', but instead of being happy, he was a little angry.

"Look down on me?" Ye Junlin pursed the corners of his lips: "Can you still play happily." ”

The sword qi all over his body was surging, and the fierce sword gang formed an invisible barrier around his body, and the 'sword qi divine skill' was opened, and the three ice lings were smashed by the fierce sword qi before they reached his body.

Beitang Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, if the heroes cherish each other, then his approach is indeed inappropriate.

Without any reservations, Beitang Moyu mobilized the mystical power of his whole body, like a blue sun, rising, and people within a radius of ten miles all felt that there was an extremely cold current, sweeping over.

On the stands, Ximen Ziran stared at Beitang Mo and bowed slightly: "This kid from the Beitang family is really 'terrifying'." ”

After Beitang Mo gathered, the huge blue light instantly turned into a huge ice ball. The ice hockey ball was wrapped in overwhelming cold air and rushed in all directions.

The people around couldn't help but stir up their Xuan Qi to resist the boundless cold.

Ye Junlin bore the brunt of the attack, but he didn't move at all.

He looked at the huge ice ball in Beitangmo's hand, and smiled slightly: "Then let's decide the winner with one move!"

Crackling yellow thunder slowly grew out from Ye Junlin's hand, and the yellow light was in full bloom, like a huge star, hanging in the sky.

"Ice Recipe, Frozen Thousands of Miles!"

"Proud thunder, thunder destroys the world!"

The two shot at the same time, and the yellow thunderball and the blue ice ball flew towards each other at the same time