On the ring of Qingcangtai, a mountain-like white tiger phantom, surrounded by golden light, the momentum is extraordinary, the roar is vibrating, this white tiger has appeared, and it exudes the strong pressure of the Jindan monk.

I saw the white tiger's thick front paws, stepping out in one step. Suddenly, a fierce wind, with golden spiritual power, swept through the entire ring.

"White Tiger Gangfeng! This is the White Tiger Gangfeng, it is the famous skill of the head of Qingyu, how can this Senior Brother Lin Yan use it, and what is the White Tiger? There were knowledgeable people in the audience, and they could see the origin of this white tiger at a glance, and they couldn't help but sweat for Yan Nan.

Ming Qinghe looked back at Ji Xue with a look of panic, but Ji Xue's jade-like face was only slightly moved, but she never responded.

The golden wind was so fierce, and where it swept away, the void shattered for a while. I saw that under a burst of turmoil, a huge cold palm print was instantly shattered by a strong wind, and Yan Nan was covered in an instant.

Lin Di's pale and bloodless face showed a hint of fierceness. Even everyone in the audience thought that this competition was over.

But at this moment, a crane roared like a sword, and it broke through the strong wind. Looking at the Gangfeng again, a huge three-color aura magic seal flew violently, and a gray and white qi strongly blocked the golden wind, and Gangfeng couldn't even move in for a while.

At this time, the aura on the ring was disordered, and where the strong wind and the spirit seal met, the dazzling essence light, and the void burst and trembled for a while, and countless lightning cracks were scattered, roaring continuously.

This competition almost completely surpassed the scope of initiation and cultivation, and everyone was already shocked at this time.

Yan Nan's body flashed with a layer of ripples, and a pair of huge colorful wings behind him waved and unfolded, and his aura instantly increased by several percent, which was completely comparable to Gangfeng.

But the white tiger had a roar that shook the void. A raised claw raised in the air, and a layer of spiritual waves rippled out of the void, and suddenly slapped on the magic seal. I saw that the void aura was raging, and a crazy vortex rolled up, and the cold swirl, and at this time, a twisted crack appeared in the law seal, and the essence light instantly became dim.

"The French seal can't hold it anymore!" Yan Nan's heart moved.

Lin Yan's face had already been distorted, and it seemed that he had also suffered a huge spiritual pressure. The hideous face finally showed a hint of triumphant joy.

With a loud cracking sound, the Yin Yang Law Seal was finally trampled into pieces by the white tiger. The white tiger stood with his head up, showing the momentum of the king, and jumped forward, his huge body turned into a huge golden light, and he burst out with the greatest spiritual power, raising his claws like a sword, and grabbing Yan Nan in unison, wanting to crush it with one blow.

All the disciples in the audience were stunned for a while, and they all showed different colors. This golden pill cultivation is a fatal blow, this Falling Snow Peak disciple can't bear it no matter what, and someone secretly shook his head.

Between the lightning and flint, suddenly there was an obscure sound of Sanskrit sound, vaguely floating in the air. Just when the two giant grasps of the white tiger had immediately touched Yan Nan, they instantly stopped, as if stagnating. But I saw that the void cracked vertically, a crack that seemed to reach the sky, and a strong light flooded the mountain-like body like a condensation. In the strong light, countless spiritual silks were seen with the naked eye, and they flew smartly, instantly entangled and imprisoned the white tiger silk.

A vague three-color aura appeared around Yan Nan's body, and his eyes were bright looking at the white tiger, and the vague and long figure at this moment was really as elegant as a god.

And the white tiger, who was imprisoned by the spirit silk, his eyes flashed, two fierce lights flashed, his mouth roared non-stop, his body trembled, and it seemed that he was about to break free soon. But Yan Nan smiled indifferently: "Lingxi Divine Thought, a moment of spiritual energy imprisonment is enough." ”

I saw Yan Nan's Void Finger, and a sharp black qi flew out in an instant, piercing through the white tiger's forehead in the blink of an eye, as sharp as an arrow, drawing a thin black line in the void. Others couldn't see it clearly, but the high-level people present could clearly see that it was a spike, a black slender spike.

But it was such a spike, the white tiger howled, his forehead was like a deflated, rushing out a beam of golden spiritual light, the figure slowly dimmed, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared, only a dim remnant of the spirit rune on the ground, which was rolled by the spiritual wind, and a fire turned into ashes.

Lin Dian stroked his chest, raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were sluggish, it seemed that until this moment, he didn't know how he was defeated, but in his heart, there was indeed deep remorse, but it seemed that it was too late.

"Senior Brother Lin, you should know what regret and sorrow are by now. I'll send you down. ”

I only heard Yan Nan's flickering voice, Lin Di was now at the end of the strong crossbow, and the last trace of spiritual power around his body was exhausted, only to feel a gust of wind around him, and his chest was pushed by a powerful soft force, like a residual leaf in the wind, flew out of the ring, fell heavily to the ground, smashed up a puff of dust and smoke, a sour throat was flushed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the person had lost consciousness.

At this time, Qingcangtai was silent for a moment, silent, without a trace of sound. Until a pleasant voice sounded excitedly: "Brother Yan has won, Brother Yan has won." With the cry of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Qingcangtai set off a tide.

Lin was defeated, which means that he has been eliminated from the competition and can no longer participate in the Holy Fruit Great, which also shows that from now on, he is no longer the first person in the Feiyun Immortal Sect to enter the Dao and cultivate, even if he has the White Tiger Spirit Rune in charge, he is still defeated, and among the disciples who have entered the Dao, he is no longer a god-like existence. But what is commendable is that I didn't expect this first competition to be unexpectedly exciting.

Under the cloud screen, there were already two disciples who checked Lin Yan's injuries, and turned back to the elder and said, "It's okay, it's just that the aura is lacking." ”

The elder under the cloud screen, his eyes were stunned, and he couldn't help but quickly look in the direction where Qingyu was sitting, the corners of his mouth trembled, but he still announced loudly: "In this competition, Luoxue Peak Yan Nan wins, Xuanwu Peak Lin Dark - eliminated!" With a wave of the old man's long sleeves, a spiritual light did not enter the cloud screen, only to see that above the cloud screen, Lin Dark's golden font slowly disappeared, and he completely lost the opportunity to capture the holy fruit.

Offstage, Ji Xue looked at Yan Nan in front of her, smiling like a crescent moon. It's just that she seems to have inadvertently looked back at the head of Qingyu, and at this time, Qingyu's face was indeed gloomy, and her eyes quickly swept over Yan Nan's body indifferently, and she continued to look at the ring as if nothing happened.

Yan Nan looked at Ji Xue thoughtfully: "Master, what kind of spirit rune is this white tiger?" ”

Ji Xue said softly: "This kind of spirit rune was originally made by a high-level monk, and what was sealed in it was a trace of his own refining divine thoughts, if the higher the mana of the person making the talisman, the greater the spiritual power of this spirit rune, but the person who used it could not cultivate well, and it could only protect himself for a while, only the higher the cultivation, the closer the attack power of this spirit rune was to the power of the person who made the talisman." ”

Ji Xue tilted her head slightly, and continued in a fluttering mind: "As for today's White Tiger Spirit Rune, you have also seen it, presumably you have also understood its origin, it seems that someone deliberately did not want to let Luoxue Peak come out, but I didn't expect it, but I miscalculated." ”

Ming Qinghe's bright eyes flickered: "Master, what are you talking about?" ”

Yan Nan and Ji Xue looked at each other and smiled, but didn't say anything more.

……

At this time, on the top of a cloudy peak in the lotus pond realm, a woman dressed in plain clothes, with her hand touching a waist-length black hair on her chest, looked at a place of smoke and clouds stupidly. Although this woman is unadorned, she looks extremely ordinary. But that graceful demeanor always gives people a very beautiful but mysterious feeling.

After a moment, the little woman's eyes moved slightly, but she continued to look into the distance. The clouds and smoke behind him gently stirred, revealing two blurred figures, one tall and one beside each other, slowly approaching the woman, it was actually a hunchbacked old man and a white fat little girl, the little girl's big eyes kept turning, and she was carrying a delicate small basket in her hand.

The old man said respectfully to the woman, "How can the fairy have time to come to my wild land, the old farmer is really terrified." ”

Yeli smiled, looking particularly elegant: "It is said that the realm of the old man of Shennong is the most spectacular, and when I see it today, it is really a beautiful scenery and full of treasures." ”

The old man replied politely: "It's a mistake to write about the fairy, but no matter how good the scenery is, there will be hidden filth." ”

"Oh", Yeli slowly turned his head and looked at the old man: "You are a descendant of Shennong, and you know the changes of the earth best, do you also see something wrong?" ”

The old man bowed down and said: "Don't hide it from the fairy, the old man has recently felt more and more that this essence is dirty, and the life is sluggish, and even the old man and I are always distracted, I'm afraid something big has happened." ”

Yeli slowly looked back into the distance, and Yu Yu said: "Your feelings, coupled with Sanssouc's calculations, should not be wrong, it seems that it is time to gather the high-ranking monks of the spirit realm." And the Holy Fruit Conference, just around the corner, nothing will happen, I must let the old guy keep an eye on it, I can rest assured. ”

On the mountain peak, the smoke and clouds were elegant, but the figure of Yeli disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, in a land of nothingness. A huge spiritual realm is slowly condensing, distant mountains, temples, mottled moss, and ancient stone steps are all faintly flashing. The whole space is full of aura, but in the void, there are sometimes slight fluctuations in spiritual rhyme, which seems mysterious and unpredictable.

And in the middle of a green mirror lake, there is a dead group of colored light, Ying Ying Feixuan, in the colorful light, it seems to be wrapped in a colorful spiritual object, beating slowly, like a living heart. An ethereal and deep voice floated in the void: "How many years have passed, there is only one missing, and I will come out of my body, just one short." ”

……

On the Qingcang platform, maybe it was Yan Nanlin's dark battle, which was too exciting, completely covering up the light of the whole game, and in the subsequent competition of the day, it seemed to have become boring. Most of the disciples who entered the Dao had the same spiritual power, and the exercises were similar, in addition to the durability of the spiritual energy, most of them relied on unexpected spiritual weapons and spiritual runes to win, but in the end, most of the disciples' names disappeared on the list, and only the last twenty disciples won the victory.

By the time of the second round of competition, almost everyone remembered one name, a person who could defeat the first monk of Feiyun Initiation by all skills: Luoxue Peak Yannan. This name spread throughout the Feiyun Immortal Gate overnight, and everyone knew it, and it almost became the biggest topic for a while. At the same time, it seemed that even Ji Xue's five-year gambling contract was thrown out, which made Yan Nan shake his head for a while.

However, strength is indeed the most powerful means, Yan Nan almost effortlessly walked to the end of the competition, in the second game Yan Nan directly used the thunderbolt method to win a game, in the end, the monk who met him, only abstained. This made Ming Qinghe extremely glorious.