Yi Dongfeng said, put Bai Qian away, pointed to a stand of two pure power players, and said in amazement:

"Look at those two brothers, their fists are to the flesh, and the fight is so intense and tense, this is a fighting style that I dare not use."

Bai Qian also looked at these two big men, chuckled, and shook his head:

"I'd rather watch the two women fight over there. Do you think the woman with the whip looks like a white angelica painting? ”

"Alas, the woman with the dagger has fallen into disadvantage, and the weapon is suppressed! No, no, I have a little loose, I can't look at other women for too long. I'd better watch the big men fight! ”

Yi Dongfeng shook his head repeatedly, then shifted his gaze and continued to watch the two power players fight.

"Hey, when I win the sect competition, I'll take all of them over with Bai Zhi's paintings."

Looking at the game, Yi Dongfeng suddenly came out with such a sentence.

At first, I was worried that their power was weak and too many low-level people would be bullied, so only Yi Dongfeng came over.

But with the improvement of Yi Dongfeng's cultivation, he is now sure that he can give Bai Zhihua and the others a better cultivation environment.

"What about Ye Chunqiu? Will he also return to the Qingyun Sect? ”

Bai Qian was a little curious.

After all, Ye Chunqiu was a departed monk who came down from the Qingyun Sect, so whether he would return to the Qingyun Sect or not, Bai Qian didn't know.

"Will you?"

Speaking of the White Leaf Yuan team, Yi Dongfeng laughed, and gossiped to him:

"Ye Chunqiu, this kid, hates the smoky miasma atmosphere of the Qingyun Sect, but when I win the sect competition and become an official and a half-job, that kid will definitely believe in me and be willing to come back."

Bai Qian also laughed:

"Then bless you."

"Hey, look, that kid is on the field."

Just when Bai Qian and Yi Dongfeng were talking, the first round of the game was over. In the second round, Fang Weiyi also went to the third game of the second round, which was also a competition in the square inch realm.

Although the sect competition will indeed compete according to the cultivation and roughly arrange the people with similar cultivation, the population base of Fangcun Realm is too large and mixed, which makes it impossible to take care of the fairness of every contestant.

And Fang Wei was a more unfortunate existence, he met a monk of the sixth order who was almost two-fifths higher than himself.

It can be said that no matter which cultivation you are in, you will be the first order long and the first order strong.

Therefore, it can be said that Fang Wei's battle is almost an existence that no one is optimistic about except for Bai Qian and Yi Dongfeng.

Fang Wei still scratched his head and walked towards the spatial magic circle in order.

The playing field is a heavy stone platform, made of square meteorite. This kind of rock is of low quality, but it is extremely hard, the color is blue-gray, it will hardly be damaged, and it can be controlled by the spiritual power array, and it can be raised and lowered freely, which can be said to be a very good material for the battle arena.

Fang Wei stood on the platform, squinting at the opponent standing opposite him.

The man was dressed in a black leather jacket and leather pants, and wore a hat that covered his entire face.

Only two eyes as black as ink were revealed, staring at him indifferently, like a beast that had been dormant for a long time, looking wild.

"Strange costumes, pretending to be ghosts."

Fang Wei snorted coldly and picked up the quasi-spiritual weapon saber sponsored by the competition from the competition platform.

It is a very common thing for a strong person in the Fang Cun Realm to not have a spirit soldier.

And the little brother opposite Fang Wei took out a dagger from his arms.

The dagger was very thin, only about half a meter long.

It looks like a little girl's toy, but under the sunlight, it reflects the silver edge, which looks very cold.

Bai Qian was slightly stunned, this turned out to be a spiritual soldier, although it was also a yellow-rank spiritual soldier, the lowest existence among the spiritual soldiers, but it was not comparable to the quasi-spiritual soldiers supplied by the sect for free.

It seems that Fang Wei's battle is not easy.

Fang Weiyi also seemed to admit it at this time, sighed, put the long knife on his body, and hooked his fingers at the little brother in front of him:

"You're awesome, you come here, let's have a good two moves."

The little brother also walked the path of the high cold wind, nodded slightly, and then his figure flashed wildly, taking several steps in a row, flashing towards Fang Wei.

Fang Wei took two steps back, looking at the little brother who was like a hungry wolf pounced, the long knife danced, the tip of the knife and the dagger collided again and again, and a series of sparks flashed in a clanging manner.

This little brother is wearing leather pants, and the base of his body is compressed to the lowest, just to get close to other people's bodies as quickly as possible.

He was like a swimming fish in the turbulence of the air, agile and swift, but Fang Weiyi's eyesight was too good, and he was always able to grasp the key points and collide the long knife with his dagger.

The little brother changed several directions in a row, but he couldn't attack for a long time, and he was a little impatient, and directly spread out of the inner realm, and the six-inch square inch realm was blessed on the dagger, increasing his speed out of thin air, and directly breaking through Yi Dongfeng's defensive barrier.

Fang Wei also didn't expect the other party to release the inner realm so quickly, and it was also a sideways body, so he could avoid the dagger stabbed by the other party.

The long knife was directly erected in front of him out of thin air, and the dagger was like a ghost, and when it stabbed directly into the knife, it collided, and the blade of the quasi-spiritual weapon made a rupture sound.

The man in black dodged again, and the dagger once again slashed against Fang Weiyi's face, but this time it was a little bloody.

Fang Weiyi also ignored the dodge, and directly allowed the dagger to cut through his left arm, swinging the knife from right to left, slashing into the opponent's defensive spiritual power layer.

With a sound of "𠲜", the spiritual power layer was slashed by Fang Weiyi's long knife, but due to the other party's advanced cultivation, it was directly rebounded, and the spiritual power fluctuation layer was also damaged.

However, correspondingly, Fang Weiyi's left arm was also stabbed with a dagger, and the blood rolled in the white mist in the cold late autumn, gurgling out of the wound, and the startled underground people screamed again and again.

This was the first time in these sessions that someone was injured and bleeding. So I can't help but surprise everyone.

Bai Qian and Yi Dongfeng also pinched a cold sweat for Fang Wei at this time, looking at his injured wounds, the two of them were also worried about him.

Fang Weiyi didn't feel too much at this time, because the leather-clothed brother couldn't help Fang Weiyi to think about it at this time.

"Throw in the towel, or die."

Little brother's voice appeared in Fang Weiyi's ears.

After a few battles, Fang Wei's quasi-spirit soldier's long knife had already cracked one after another, and even cracked a dark pattern, which was obviously about to shatter.

These can also be seen by anyone with a discerning eye. So everyone felt anxious for Fang Wei.

Why is this young man unwilling to admit defeat even though he is obviously defeated?