The person who came was Bai Xi's disciple Nangong Chu.

Zhang Yifan knows this Nangong Chu quite well, and knows that he is very deep in the city and is a cunning person. Thinking about it suddenly, Zhang Yifan put his mind at ease, this is the Huayue faction, not his Nangong family.

It was not so easy to be presumptuous here, but the next scene Zhang Yifan saw made his heart completely cold.

Nangong Chu walked into the ring with a smile, looked at Zhang Yifan, and said, "Senior Brother Sick Yang, don't come to harm!"

Zhang Yifan smiled in return, and then remained silent.

That Hengyu said: "Since everyone has arrived, let's start!"

Zhang Yifan's heart tightened, and he said secretly: "Sure enough, I'm waiting for this guy, no wonder!" Zhang Yifan knew that this Nangong Chu's master, Elder Bai Xi, had a high status in the Huayue Sect. That Hengyu gave his master face is understandable. But Zhang Yifan felt that something was hidden.

As soon as Hengyu's words fell, the other six rings suddenly erupted with mysterious energy, and the sound of bang was endless. But Nangong Chu walked to Zhang Yifan's side and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Sick Yang, the quota for this competition has been set. Not three, but seven. So, I'm going to win this contest today. Put it down, I'll be merciful later!"

Zhang Yifan sneered in his heart, and said secretly: "You are not qualified enough!" but he pretended to be surprised on the surface, and then arched his hand: "Thank you, junior brother." ”

When Nangong Chu heard this, he was even more proud. With a look of disdain on his face, he snorted softly, laughed and turned to take a few steps.

Hearing what Nangong Chu said, Zhang Yifan was relieved. And the words that Hengyu said at the beginning made Zhang Yifan know the importance of this competition.

"Since I want to divide the winner and loser, then I naturally won't show mercy!" Zhang Yifan's eyes flashed with coldness, and the mysterious qi in his body suddenly filled his body.

Nangong Chu was so arrogant, he must have thought that his cultivation was in the middle of the Gangqi realm, and he had reached the state of consummation in the later stage. In contrast, he himself is no match for him in any way. This is also the reason why he despises himself.

For this, focus on Zhang Yifan's arms.

"There is a price to be paid for despising it!" Zhang Yifan said in his heart. As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Yifan abandoned distracting thoughts and became vigilant.

And Nangong Chu looked at Zhang Yifan as if he was facing a great enemy, and his heart was even more proud. He smiled and waved his hand, "Senior brother, relax!"

After finishing speaking, Huo Ran's whole body breath skyrocketed. In an instant, increase your combat power to the peak state. The white clothes are better than the snow, and the hunting sound is made in the windless.

There was a faint chill in the depths of those eyes, and the mysterious qi on his hands gushed out, forming a storm in his palms. Electric snakes surged around the edge of the storm, making a sizzling sound.

At this moment, Bai Xi, who was behind one of his pillars, smiled and stroked the long beard of his temples. He was satisfied with this.

When he looked at his beloved opponent, he looked scared, and he was even more relieved. In vain, what more can the husband ask for!?

Zhang Yifan saw that Nangong Chu had exposed all his strength in an instant, although he was disdainful in his heart, he pretended to be scared on the surface. His legs shook and he stepped back.

Instead, Zhang Yifan continued to pretend to rush the Xuan Qi in his body.

Seeing this, Nangong Chu looked down on the sick senior brother in front of him even more in his heart. Suddenly, Nangong Chu stepped into the ring and leaned forward.

Several swords of Xuan Qi were like swords, stabbing at Zhang Yifan in an instant. Zhang Yifan's body leaned suddenly, and he hurriedly resisted with Xuan Qi.

Nangong Chu followed Xuanqi closely, he got closer and closer to Zhang Yifan, and when he saw this, Zhang Yifan suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The many disciples who did not know shook their heads and wondered. This Nangong Chu Xuanqi obviously didn't hit him, why was he injured? And Bai Xi, who was hiding in the shadows at the moment, saw this, and he definitely thought that this sick man was a paper tiger. At the moment, I suddenly felt that there was no need to watch it. Then he walked away satisfied.

At this moment, the thrush in the middle of the square couldn't help but frown together. She really saw it, and when Nangong Chu Xuanqi's sword was close to him, it was almost completely consumed. The rest of the few are not able to cause this vomiting of blood at all.

The rest of the people around him also shook their heads and sighed, and then they all looked at the rest of the ring. At this time, only the perception of painting is greasy.

She took a deep breath, her eyes blazing, and stared at Zhang Yifan in the ring.

Nangong Chu was overjoyed in his heart, he saw Zhang Yifan coming out of his mouth in mid-air, and thought that he was not lightly injured. Suddenly, the cold light in his eyes surged, and he suddenly urged the Xuan Qi in his body.

Zhang Yifan's body tilted, and he rolled suddenly, dodging Nangong Chu's attack. He pretended to wipe the corners of his mouth in pain, and looked at Nangong Chu's eyes timidly.

Nangong Chu's figure fell to the ground and stood where Zhang Yifan was standing. He looked at Zhang Yifan, with his hands behind his back, looking at the world.

Nangong Chu raised his face slightly, looking arrogant. After a moment, he pretended to be concerned and said, "Senior Brother Sick Yang, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"It's not hurt!" Zhang Yifan spilled blood from the corner of his mouth, and he hurriedly wiped it off and shuddered.

Seeing this, Nangong Chu laughed loudly and said, "Come again!" Immediately, a chill appeared in his eyes, and the mysterious qi in his palm suddenly came out. As soon as his figure moved, he ran towards Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan sneered in his heart, and then, like Nangong Chu, his palm gushed with Xuan Qi, flashing his body up.

Suddenly, the figures in the ring changed, full of afterimages. Suddenly, the light of the Xuan Qi in the ring flickered continuously, and the sound of banging was endless.

The strong breath carried the air flow of heaven and earth and blew a strong wind, and the eyes of the people who swept straight away couldn't be opened.

Zhang Yifan said secretly: "The opportunity is here!" Immediately, his divine sense suddenly moved, and at the same time, the two crescents in his body also followed the divine sense.

In the mystical qi, between the figures of the Dao. One red, two white, three streamers came to Nangong Chu's side in an instant.

Nangong Chu didn't take it to heart at all, he felt that the other party was just a trapped beast fighting and dying. However, in the next moment, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine and sweat on his forehead.

The energy contained in these three streamers was unusually powerful, and he took a few steps back.

In an instant, he felt a destructive force appear in his mind, this energy pounding his nerves.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. In the flicker, his body suddenly ached. In an instant, both of his arms were cut off in unison and fell to the ground.

A heart-rending pain made him sweat profusely, and in an instant, sweat soaked his whole body's clothes.

At this moment, in the Xuan Qi, he saw the other party's weird smile. However, in the next moment, a blank look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he immediately lost consciousness.

In the electric flint, he didn't even have a chance to shout.

Zhang Yifan smiled and looked at the body that swirled with the wind stirring with energy, and suddenly his mind moved again, and the two rounds of crescent moon fragments moved again, slashing towards Nangong Chu's legs.

At this moment, many disciples were trying to watch the competition in the ring. But the red mist was rolling in the ring, and the smell was fishy. It's impossible to see clearly.

The peak masters sitting in the viewing seat also looked surprised, looking at all this in amazement. Only Zhihua sighed deeply after being surprised.

When the competition in the remaining six rings has ended, the ring is still gushing with mysterious qi and banging sounds.

Many disciples and peak masters didn't know why, and watched all this blankly.

Everyone knows that the two in that ring will definitely fight to the death, and they will win and lose.

After a stick of incense, the ring finally calmed down. Everyone looked at each other and waited for the results.

At this moment, Zhang Yifan was lying on the ground with a smile. He had already cultivated his divine soul by cultivating Xingyi Fist and refined it into a clone. Those movements were all intentional.

In fact, Nangong Chu was already unconscious. Even if you don't die, it's probably a miracle to be alive. But one thing is certain, Nangong Chu doesn't want to be a normal person in this life.

Zhang Yifan knows that in this Huayue faction, there are many strong people. Only by making the movement bigger can it escape everyone's eyes and ears.

The red mist cleared, and two people were lying in the ring.

When everyone saw that no one was standing, they all gasped. The peak masters were all shocked.

Hengyu's body moved, and he appeared in the ring in an instant. He looked at Nangong Chu who fell to the ground, his face pale. Then he hurriedly took out the pill from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.

But Zhang Yifan ignored him.

At this moment, Zhihua has already come to Zhang Yifan's side. Seeing that Zhang Yifan was bloodstained and pale, she hurriedly helped Zhang Yifan up and said, "Sick, what's wrong with you." ”

At the same time that Zhihua helped Zhang Yifan up, the Xuan Qi had already penetrated into Zhang Yifan's body. After a look, she understood in her heart.

Immediately, Zhihua's face turned pale, and she suddenly shouted to everyone: "Get out of the way!" Immediately, her figure moved, she hugged Zhang Yifan, turned into a moving streamer, and walked towards the room on the west side of the square.

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