"Oh, the young man has a lot of guts, and since you've decided for your companion, we're going to start this fun exercise. It's not a good place to fight, I'll take you to find a good venue. With that, Yang Zheng had already turned around and walked in the direction of the entrance of the Yellow Channel.

"Haozi, calm down. Lin Yuming persuaded, although Yang Zheng's words and deeds at this time seemed to be a little bad, but calmly, he had to think about how strong Yang Zheng's strength was, even if the four of them tried their best, they might not be able to go to Yang Zheng at all, you must know that Yang Zheng is a purple-level spirit master recognized by the Spirit Master General Palace.

Huang Hao also slowly calmed down at this time, picked up Nie Bingbing, and said: "It's useless to calm down now, since you agreed, let's go up, the big deal is to be beaten, this breath can't be done, we have been busy for a week according to his requirements, is it just that?"

Mo Han also got up from the seat on the side at this time, walked to Lin Yuming's side, held the Nanmu spirit staff in one hand, put the other hand on Lin Yuming's shoulder, and nodded at him.

Lin Yuming saw that the two of them looked like they would rather be beaten than angry, so he had no choice but to agree.

At this time, Nie Bingbing, who seemed to be blinded by Yang Zheng's palm, spoke, she looked at the wrist that was held by Yang Zheng before, her eyes were slightly puzzled, and her voice was uncertain, and she said softly: "I feel a little strange, the moment I was held by him before, the spiritual power suddenly disappeared...... Uh, hey!"

The three of them didn't hear her voice, and had already chased Yang Zheng's figure out of the yellow-level passage, and Nie Bingbing had no choice but to follow closely.

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On a small ring with a diameter of 100 meters, the four members of the seventh squad stood solemnly on the ring, Huang Hao and Nie Bingbing held their respective weapons in front, Lin Yuming stood behind the two of them with a gray soul crystal staff, and Mo Han stood at the back of the team with the Nanmu spirit staff that was extremely inconsistent with his height, and the uniform gray-brown uniform was already stained with some mud and stains because of running around the villages and towns.

Yang Zhengze still had a relaxed and comfortable appearance, also dressed in a gray-brown uniform, without any weapons in his hands, in the eyes of the four members of the seventh team, they were simply full of flaws, although this was the case, the four of them did not dare to be careless, after all, Yang Zheng was a purple-level spirit master.

This is the Fighting Spirit Arena specially built by the Star Iron General Hall in the Falling Star City for the spirit masters in the hall, specially for the purpose of competition between spirit masters, there are often spirit masters here to learn and test their own cultivation and strength, such a small arena is just a place in the Fighting Spirit Field.

"Well, since it's a competition, there must be rules. Yang Zheng said: "In order to ensure fairness, and in order to convince you, I will suppress and control my spiritual power at the peak of the ninth order of the Primordial Spirit Master, before dividing the winner or loser, if my spiritual power breaks through the threshold of the Primordial Spirit Master, even if I lose." You can't use spells and elixirs, so if you don't have an opinion, let's get started?"

The four members of the seventh squad all nodded, clenching their weapons tightly, facing such a powerful opponent for the first time, it was inevitable to be nervous.

Huang Hao was the first to rush forward from the front, at this time he had completely calmed down, and since it had become the current situation, he had to rush forward and try the level of this purple-level spirit master.

Nie Bingbing's spirit soldier soft sword danced lightly, rushed up from the side, and went straight to Yang Zheng's flank, the steps under his feet changed, there was a faint blue light flickering, and his figure was looming, as if a light breeze was blowing, the Nie family's exercises were mainly based on the wind system, whether it was a spirit master or a martial spirit master, they all had the characteristics of the wind system spiritual power - fast.

Lin Yuming and Mo Han began to chant the spell almost at the same time, Lin Yuming still activated his only illusion dazzle, and Mo Han began to condense the spell spirit and prepare to launch the spell.

Although Yang Zheng said that his spiritual power would remain at the peak of the ninth order of the Primal Spirit Master, his use of spiritual power was still at the level of his own strength, which was far from being comparable to the four members of the seventh team.

I saw Yang Zheng's right hand stretched forward, the fiery red light in his hand was blazing, and a fiery red flame rose, condensed and floated in his palm, forming a fist-sized fireball burning, and with a wave of his right hand, two blazing fireballs rushed towards Nie Bingbing and Huang Hao.

Nie Bingbing and Huang Hao were not in a hurry, and they shot down the fireball between the sword slashes, but unexpectedly, Lin Yuming's reminder voice came from behind them: "Be careful!"

I saw a figure flash behind Huang Hao, could it be Yang Zheng?

"It's too slow. A smile rose at the corner of Yang Zheng's mouth, and the flames of his right hand spread, covering the palm of his hand, and a palm cut out, cutting at the back of Huang Hao's neck.

Huang Hao was helpless, although he heard Lin Yuming's reminder and knew that Yang Zheng took advantage of the fact that the sight of the two was blocked by the fireball and went around behind Huang Hao at a very fast speed, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of Yang Zheng's shot, so he had to pounce forward and roll on the spot, barely avoiding Yang Zheng's palm knife.

"It's so fast......" Lin Yuming muttered.

Huang Hao and Nie Bingbing didn't see how Yang Zheng got behind them, but Lin Yuming and Mo Han saw it all. After Yang Zheng swung out two fireballs in a row, it was already as if he had suddenly disappeared, and Lin Yuming only felt that a black shadow on the right side appeared behind Huang Hao in a few flickers, and only then did he make a reminder, and even interrupted the spell.

Huang Hao rolled up, the back of his neck was slightly hot, he even wondered if the skin he had swept over was scorched, looking at Yang Zheng in front of him, the flames in his hand condensed into a fist-sized fireball again, and he suddenly felt that the gap in strength was more than a star and a half.

Seeing that Huang Hao was at a loss, Nie Bingbing had already swung his sword towards Yang Zheng, and a layer of cyan spiritual power light was attached to the soft sword, circulating on the sword like a fierce wind, and the strong wind howled between the swings.

Two beams of light, one orange and red, entered Nie Bingbing's body from behind at the same time, and it was Mo Han who had already condensed the spell spirit and instantly cast two amplification spells, the speed spell and the power spell.

The soft sword with cyan spiritual power attached to it in Nie Bingbing's hand suddenly sped up, and went straight to Yang Zheng's waist and slashed at it.

Poof――

An energy barrier formed by a flame suddenly appeared on Yang Zheng's waist, blocking this sword, Nie Bingbing's soft sword only slightly caused a slight ripple on this flame barrier, Yang Zheng clenched his fist with his right hand, and the fireball in his hand spread again on the fist, swinging towards Nie Bingbing, Nie Bingbing was crotched with a sword, and hurriedly jumped back, dodging this punch.

A look of surprise flashed in Nie Bingbing's black eyes, he knew his strength best, this sword almost condensed all of his strength, and on top of the spirit soldier soft sword attached to the spiritual power, he even added Mo Han's two spell amplifications, the perfect combination of strength and speed, how could it be blocked so easily?

The lazy look on Yang Zheng's face remained unchanged, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and when he saw a punch in the air, he deceived himself into catching up with Nie Bingbing, and swung his fist one after another, and the scorching flames attached to his hand, making Nie Bingbing feel slightly uneasy.

Suddenly, a dark green beam of light flew in, just across the position between Nie Bingbing and Yang Zheng, imprisoning the curse.

Mo Han's spell can be said to be extremely perfectly controlled, although it is not aimed directly at Yang Zheng, but if Yang Zheng takes another step forward and continues to chase Nie Bingbing, he will inevitably be bound by the curse of imprisonment, even if Yang Zheng is a purple-level spirit master, he will have to be imprisoned for a few seconds under the condition of suppressing his own strength.

Under such circumstances, Yang Zheng had no choice but to stop, and the dark green beam representing the curse of imprisonment collided and dissipated in the ring, while Nie Bingbing had already retreated to the side of the ring in a few dodges and made a grimace at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng was about to catch up again, but there was a sudden warning in his heart, and his left hand, which was not attached to the flames, swiped in the direction of Lin Yuming, and a barrier several times larger than the previous flame barrier rose out of thin air, and as soon as it condensed, a big ripple was condensed at a point in the center of the barrier.

Mental Shock!

At the same time that Mo Han had already issued three spells, Lin Yuming, whose spell had been interrupted once, finally made a move, in order to launch an attack faster, Lin Yuming chose the simplest and most practical attack method of the phantom master, and at the same time, Lin Yuming remembered that he had discovered in the general outline of the spirit not long ago, a technique that taught the phantom master how to increase the attack power of the spiritual impact, and used it in the middle of his mind.

The effect was remarkable, even Yang Zheng was surprised in his heart, although his spiritual power level was suppressed at the peak of the ninth order of the Primal Spirit Master, but there was no change in the quality of his spiritual power, and the flame barriers he cast were actually so big ripples, how could he not surprise Yang Zheng?

Although it has caused amazing results, Lin Yuming also knows that he has a bitter heart, the original ordinary spiritual impact, after adding the small skills of the Spiritual Illusion General Outline, actually emptied almost half of his spiritual power and spiritual power, if you look closely, you will definitely find that Lin Yuming's face suddenly turned pale when he cast this spiritual impact.

Yang Zheng was stunned, Huang Hao had already rushed forward, the fist gloves had been slightly attached to a layer of earthy yellow spiritual light, and he smashed towards Yang Zheng with his fist, unable to dodge, so he had to hold on to this boxing with both hands.

Huang Hao hit a blow, his heart was happy, he was unforgiving, as soon as he turned around, his right arm was pushed out, and an elbow was pushed towards Yang Zheng's waist, Yang Zheng smiled on his face, and his right hand attached to the flame pressed down, blocking Huang Hao's elbow again.

"Hiss......" Yang Zheng, who came back to his senses, burned his right hand with the flames, Huang Hao secretly took a breath of cold air, and the sleeve in his right hand was already scorched black, burning a big hole, and the skin under the sleeve left a red mark.

Although it was painful, Huang Hao shot again, squatted down, and kicked Yang Zheng with a sweeping leg.

"Stinky boy, huh. Huang Hao took the opportunity to paste it when he lost his mind, thinking that if he was burned by the flame of his right hand once, Huang Hao would not be entangled again, but he didn't expect Huang Hao to still be stalked, which suddenly made Yang Zheng impatient.

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