Seeing Shen Qing dodge, the man jumped again, and the fire spirit power in his hand came out, coming towards Shen Qing's door.

As soon as Shen Qing felt another wind coming from behind.

The spiritual power of the dantian is out.

"Bang!"

The figure of the person who was palmed against Shen Qingyi instantly took a few steps back, and in the interval between its retreat, Shen Qingyi quickly turned around.

"Water Shield!"

The spiritual attack from the sneak attacker behind him hit Shen Qingyi's water shield.

The sneak attack failed, and the male cultivator's pupils shrank suddenly.

Smooth hair! Spiritual power is smooth!

It's so strong!

Shen Qingyi didn't give it the speed of reaction.

The water spiritual power in his hand instantly turned into a long whip, and the long whip was raised and hung high.

Sensing the crisis, the male nun wanted to dodge.

"Wow! Syllable! ”

Several disciples around felt the sound of the strong wind and dodged one after another.

And the male cultivator who wanted to run away suddenly felt a tightness on his waist, and the cold touch made his face change slightly, and he wanted to break free, but he felt a burst of power wrapped around the whip and slapped towards the enchantment of the ring.

The male cultivator was thrown away, trying to reverse the force on his body in midair, but unfortunately he didn't wait for him to unload the strength on his body.

Another water whip struck.

"Bang!"

The male cultivator was completely thrown under the ring.

Not far away, a monk swallowed.

This is the first half-step foundation monk to leave the ring shortly after the ring opens!

The woman who looks soft and weak is so strong!

Shen Qingyi didn't have time to pay attention to everyone's eyes, because she had already felt another attack coming at her.

The water whip in his hand instantly dispersed, and the water shield suddenly became larger.

The scimitar was slammed into the water shield, and Shen Qing stepped back in shape, exerting force with his feet, and swept away a puff of smoke and dust.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Fang Cheng's sturdy and tall figure made some of the monks around him retreat in fear.

As a well-known body refining cultivator among the thirty-eight middle peaks, Fang Cheng's combat power was naturally very strong.

The moment they entered the ring, the number of the thousand feathers they had obtained changed from the original bleak to dazzling.

The monks in the ring can clearly see the numbers on each other's thousand feathers!

They all remember the words of the sea.

The number on the Thousand Feathers in Fang Cheng's hand happened to be the same as the Thousand Feathers in Shen Qing's hand.

A large knife suddenly appeared in Fang Cheng's hand.

"The thousand feathers in your hand, today our city wants it!"

Shen Qingyi stood up straight.

"Your thousand feathers, I want it too!"

"Then we'll see!"

Fang Cheng ignored the surrounding monks, and the big sword in his hand was raised, and the golden spiritual power was bright, making the big sword even sharper.

The blade flickered.

"Zhu Sheng!"

The sage who seemed to be wood but not wood suddenly grew bigger in Shen Qing's hand.

"What kind of weapon is that? A stick? ”

"Could it be that she is practicing the stick method?"

"Looking at the rich water spiritual power on her body, what she should cultivate is mainly water spiritual power, right? How can she, a water spirit root monk, practice the stick method? Shouldn't we practice the practice of focusing on defense? ”

"Yes! Without the blessing of the powerful spiritual power of the Golden Fire Spiritual Power, resting the attack technique, isn't this a waste of the water spiritual power of that body? ”

The monks watching couldn't help but nod at the battle in the ring.

"Bang!"

Zhu Sheng and the broadsword slammed together.

Layers of energy burst out, and the roar made people's ears buzz.

Shen Qingyi and Fang Cheng took two steps back.

Shen Qingyi couldn't help but tighten her hand as she held Zhu Sheng's hand, and the sour and numb feeling in the tiger's mouth reminded her that the male cultivator opposite was strong.

The regressed Fang Cheng was also a little unbelievable.

He cultivates the body forging method, and he is diligent and pendeficent on weekdays, and he knows his own strength.