It's almost time. The elders on the rostrum were also here, Pu Xing was refreshed, and he was still standing in front of the ring to preside: "The quarterfinals start now, first of all, the first match will be played by Feng Xuecheng of the Tianxuan vein against Wu Zhen of the shaking light vein!"

"Senior Brother Wu Zhen, please advise!"

Feng Xuecheng is still so dignified and beautiful, wearing a long skirt like snow, with a beautiful face and a beautiful demeanor.

"Don't dare, don't dare, I'm late, let's call me Senior Martial Brother!"

Wu Zhen was very realistic, and waved his hand again and again.

Feng Xuecheng pursed her lips and smiled: "Senior Brother Wu Zhen is really honest and kind, no wonder my Senior Sister Jia has such a good impression of you, and she talked about you all day and night yesterday!"

"Hey, hey!"

Wu Zhenhan smiled, he couldn't sleep until late at night yesterday, his mind was full of Jia Danyi's delicate and beautiful face, and when he heard Feng Xuecheng say that, his heart was also happy, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"But today is a big match between you and me, even if it is for the sake of Senior Sister Jia's face, I will not show mercy, be careful!"

Feng Xuecheng also used a pair of mandarin duck knives, and after that, the two knives slashed out at the same time, and two knives more than ten meters long slashed over.

Whenever he started fighting, the blood in Wu Zhen's whole body seemed to boil, and the green tendons on the solid muscles were beating, full of destructive power, and a stick swept out, and layers of stick shadows swept out of the sky, and the sword was together.

One move does not distinguish between victory and defeat, Wu Zhen burst out and attacked with a stick, hand-to-hand combat is his favorite battle.

Feng Xuecheng's height was only as high as Wu Zhen's heart, and the latter's two-meter height was like a mountain, not only was his height huge, but Kong Wu's powerful arms danced like a raging storm, causing a whirlwind in the ring.

In the face of Wu Zhen's unstoppable attack, Feng Xuecheng did not choose to hit it hard, her body was extremely dexterous, and under the violent attack, she was like a flat boat in a huge wave, she could always avoid its edge, and find the opportunity to counterattack, which created a lot of trouble for Wu Zhen, and she felt very troublesome.

Wu Zhen's current cultivation has been promoted to the middle stage of the True Realm, although he is one level lower than the latter, but he is born with divine power, making up for the shortcomings of the other party's true qi, and he will not suffer a loss in the confrontation, and the two of them will fight with more than fifty moves, regardless of victory or defeat.

"Cold Wind Slash!"

Knowing that there would not be much advantage in the fight, Feng Xuecheng simply took out her housekeeping skills, planning to decide the winner with one move, only to see her tiptoe a little, Miaoman's posture drifted backwards, and the distance from the other party, and then the breath of her whole body became more and more cold, a knife slashed out, a knife of cold air flew out, and the air everywhere she went turned into ice flowers.

Feng Xuecheng and Zheng Yu's exercises are more similar, they are both ice exercises, but the attack power is much stronger than Zheng Yu's ice palm, more cold and piercing, and more sharp.

"Open the world!"

Wu Zhen is strong when he encounters strength, and his fighting spirit is instantly stimulated to the peak, and between the explosions, the breath of his body is even more swollen, blending into the stick momentum, and a giant pillar of light is condensed, and the cold air sword is roaring.

Rumble!

The earth trembled, and the whole ring cracked, and the sand and dust flew all over the sky, and then fell into silence again.

Wu Zhen stood in place with a stick, his arms were covered with a thin layer of cold ice attached to the cold air, and the cold air was rising.

The long stick was played twice in his hand, and then he resisted on his shoulders in a dashing manner, and the thin ice shattered in an instant, and his arms returned to their original appearance.

"I lost!"

Feng Xuecheng read a sentence softly, and a red blood mark overflowed from the corner of his mouth, it seemed that he had suffered some internal injuries and was not going to fight.

"I have conceded Senior Sister Feng!"

Wu Zhen's arms were faintly numb from the cold, and he arched his hand.

"I'm convinced, Senior Sister Jia's eyesight is good!"

Feng Xuecheng sighed and immediately retreated from the ring.

There was an uproar in the stands, Feng Xuecheng was the biggest favorite to win the championship after Ren Feihong and Chen Kexin, but he didn't expect to lose in the hands of this inconspicuous stupid big man.

On the rostrum, Xingyunzi, who has been unwavering these days, was also slightly moved, glanced at Chen Zuisheng appreciatively, and did not speak.

Zheng Xining, a cold and beautiful woman, glared at Chen Zuisheng again, and secretly said: "My three most proud disciples were all defeated by your disciples, this time you shook the light vein, and caused my Tianxuan vein to make green leaves, how do you say to compensate me!"

Chen Zuisheng was startled, sat on the seat and almost greeted him, and said in a low voice: "You also know that I shook the line, and now I am already poor and white, what compensation do you want!"

The corners of Zheng Xining's cold mouth rarely curled up a little, and she said in a coquettish tone like a little girl: "In this way, don't you treasure a lot of wine?

Chen Zuisheng was dumbfounded, opened his mouth and almost screamed, and said secretly in his heart: It's over!

After thinking for a while, Chen Zuisheng didn't reply, and finally nodded reluctantly, which was considered to be an agreement.

Zheng Xining's cold face was like a snow lotus blooming, and she said again: "Drunk, in fact, I'm really happy for you!"

"In the second game of the quarterfinals, Ren Feihong of the Tianshu Pulse faced Ye Xingying of the Tianji Pulse. ”

As Pu Xing's voice fell, two peerless women stepped into the ring.

"Senior Sister Ren, I know that the chance of winning against you is slim, so I will come up with the strongest move to fight you, if I can't hurt you, I will take the initiative to admit defeat!"

Ye Xingying is still wearing a turquoise long skirt, quiet and beautiful, petite and pleasing like a small jasper, at this time, her pretty face is full of serious expressions, adding a bit of sassy air to her usual weak appearance.

"Okay, Sister Xiaoyezi, you can just come!"

Ren Feihong is half a head taller than the former, her plump figure is as attractive as a ripe honey peach, a pair of hot eyes are slightly narrowed, and her red lips are opened, and she said in a flirtatious tone.

"Chikui Jutsu!"

Ye Xingying's ten fingers were clasped together, and the dazzling green light bloomed from her petite jade back, quickly spreading throughout the ring.

Sunflower-like light and shadow rose rapidly from the ground, turning the ring into a field full of green sunflowers in the blink of an eye, completely enveloping Ren Feihong's fiery red figure in it.

The sunflowers are getting bigger and bigger, each one is more than ten meters high, with three layers inside and three layers outside, which is already the water surrounding the situation in the ring.

"Sister Xiao Yezi, this move of yours is indeed very scary, but you are practicing a wood-attribute exercise, and what I am cultivating happens to be a fire-attribute exercise!"

A soft voice sounded, and I saw a fire burning in the sunflower forest in a blink of an eye, which soon spread throughout the ring, burning the green mango sunflowers that had just bloomed.

"It's... This is the Fire Cloud Palm Technique!"

On the rostrum, Hou Jin, the first elder of the Tianji Vein, was shocked.

"That's right, it's Huoyun's palm technique, Senior Brother Hou's good eyesight!"

Bai Wuhen was obviously a little smug and smiled.

"That rainbow, she's... The Fire Cloud God is in charge of the descendants of the Yan couple?"

Hou Jin asked in surprise. The Fire Cloud God Leader Ren Yan and the Rainbow Dancer Cheng Hailan were chivalrous couples in the Purple Cloud Country twenty years ago, and their husband and wife did not belong to any force, but their cultivation was high enough to make any big force fearful, even the six major sects did not dare to provoke them easily.

But ten years ago, for some reason, the couple killed seven inner door elders of the Purple Cloud Sect in a row, and they were regarded as mortal enemies by the Purple Cloud Sect, and they were wanted to hunt down and kill the two in the entire Purple Cloud Country, and their whereabouts have been unknown since then.

"That's right, when Ren Yan was not famous, I had a good relationship with him, after he was hunted down by the Ziyun faction, he and his wife couldn't take care of the child, so they handed Feihong over to me, and I prefer to work against the guys from the Ziyun faction, so I secretly took Feihong in, Feihong was only ten years old at the time, and it was ten years in a flash, so fast!"

Bai Wuhen smiled, did not publicize it, but secretly transmitted the message to Hou Jin beside him.

"No wonder, after the famous hero, Xingying lost unjustly!"

Hou Jin nodded slowly, looking at Xingyunzi's smiling face, obviously knowing this, Bai Wuhen has always been calm, it seems that he only told Xingyunzi back then.

Ye Xingying directly admitted defeat, the two walked out of the ring, and then started the second competition.

by Chen Kexin against He Feiqiong.

Any one of the two women is enough to captivate the country and the city, so that all the male disciples present feast their eyes and feel happy to be a member of the Haoyue Sect, the Haoyue Sect has always been the base camp of handsome men and beautiful women, which is also an important reason why the young disciples of the other five major sects, both men and women, want to find the disciples of the Haoyue Sect as their spouses.

"Senior Sister Chen, please!"

He Feiqiong's eyes like a cold pool still did not fluctuate, and a cold voice sounded.

The two women are like two beautiful icebergs, although they are beautiful, but they make the world unable to get close, Chen Kexin's coldness contains a quiet and dignified, and there is a smile on the pretty face of Allure: "Come on!"

"Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers!"

He Feiqiong's cold voice sounded, Miaoman's soft figure stepped in the air, the wide sleeved robe fluttered with the wind, and between the seals of the two hands, countless jade needles condensed out, densely pouring down like spring rain, shrouding Chen Kexin.

Countless jade needles were reflected in Chen Kexin's beautiful eyes, she did not have the slightest panic, the jade flute was attached to the cherry red lips, and the tune was blown out tactfully.

I saw countless white-clothed Miaoman figures conjuring up, holding long flutes and wielding all kinds of sword moves.

Dingdingding......

The sparks were everywhere, piercing the bluestone ring like dice, full of small black holes.

The song has been playing for a long time, as if it has reached **, and the breath of countless white figures has risen several notches again, and the jade flute in his hand is like a sword, stabbing at He Feiqiong.

He Feiqiong's waveless eyes finally showed a look of surprise, and more than a dozen jade needles held in the jade hand spilled out again, but how could they withstand so many figures, only to see a white figure instantly surround her from all directions, and the jade flute in her hand pointed at He Feiqiong one after another, stopping half an inch in front of her.

Yu Xiao's lips left, and one by one white figures disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and Chen Kexin said in a calm tone: "You lost!"

(Brothers and sisters, Long Teng doesn't ask for anything, only collects!)