Wu Xuan secretly sighed, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly became agitated.

A stream of red spiritual power seeped out from Wu Xuan's hand.

Slowly spread along the chain to the fire elemental.

The moment the fire elemental body came into contact with the red spiritual power, it suddenly became manic.

He kept arching his body, as if he felt a hint of fear.

After a while, the surrounding spectators noticed that the size of the fire elemental was getting smaller and smaller.

The flames that danced on his body were getting weaker and weaker.

On the other hand, Wu Xuan's spiritual power is getting stronger and stronger.

"What did you do to my fire elemental?"

Zhang Wei's face was flustered, how could he have seen such an abnormal thing.

"This is my psychic skill—Soul Sucking Technique!"

"After all, this fire element is only transformed by your spiritual power, and my technique has the effect of absorbing spiritual power."

"Have pity on your fire element, use it as a tool for me to replenish my spiritual power!"

Zhang Wei's face was solemn, in order not to let him continue to absorb.

As soon as his mind moved, the fire element immediately decomposed, absorbing the remaining spiritual power back into his body.

"Cut, I don't need this fire element, I can kill you indiscriminately."

Zhang Wei began to chant some obscure incantations in his mouth, and the spiritual power in the air surged, converging around him.

The best time to defeat these spell cultivators is during their chanting.

Wu Xuan stepped on the soles of his feet and rushed towards Zhang Wei.

The chains in their hands were raised high at the same time, ready to be slapped out at any moment.

"It's almost within range of my weapon!"

Wu Xuan aimed at the opportunity and immediately threw the chain out fiercely.

"Psionic Skill - Fire Bullet Burst!"

However, it was still a step slower, and Zhang Wei's spiritual skills were also displayed.

But the moment he first activated his spiritual technique, his spiritual power was used and he was temporarily weak.

As a result, Zhang Wei couldn't dodge, was thrown by this chain, and flew out.

In just one moment, the part where he was attacked, his clothes were directly torn, and a hot scar was imprinted on it.

With a successful blow, Wu Xuan hurriedly adjusted his body.

Because in front of him, there were several fireballs that flew in succession.

Dodge the first shot sideways, then retract the chain, and the spiritual power in the body covers the chain, blocking in front of him.

The second fireball, at the moment of contact with the chain, exploded.

Wu Xuan was shocked by the shock wave of the explosion, and he staggered back a few steps.

The chains also exploded.

Seeing that the third fireball was about to hit Wu Xuan, the people below gasped.

They saw that Wu Xuan was powerless to resist, and if he took this fireball firmly, he might not even be able to save his life.

"Psychic Skill - Annihilation!"

Wu Xuan made a handprint, and the inky blue light bloomed.

The spiritual power formed a strange small whirlpool in the air on the top of the forehead.

The whirlpool emitted a suffocating hollowness, as if it could swallow everything.

The third fireball rushed towards Wu Xuan as promised, but just as the whirlpool was formed, it shifted over as if it was being towed.

The vortex actually swallowed the fireball in one gulp, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared along with the spiritual power fluctuation.

Originally, this trick required a huge amount of spiritual power to be used.

Fortunately, Wu Xuan absorbed the spiritual power of the fire element just now, and this was able to be successfully displayed.

"This psychic skill can absorb my attacks!"

Zhang Wei's eyes were full of unwillingness.

Wu Xuan looked at Zhang Wei who was slumped to the ground indifferently, and he had no intention of letting him go.

The gesture changed again, and a dark green spell mark instantly formed.

"Psionic Skill—Corrosion!"

The position of Zhang Wei in front of the little finger.

The next moment, a puddle of dark green gas fell from the sky and smashed into him.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei hurriedly condensed his spiritual power to cover his whole body, trying to block this cloud of gas of unknown origin.

But that gas has the effect of corroding all things, constantly corroding his protective aura.

"Ahhh It hurts! ”

As the aura was corroded bit by bit, Zhang Wei's clothes slowly melted.

In the next second, his skin was about to corrode.

Zhang Wei begged for mercy.

"I throw in the towel! I throw in the towel! I throw in the towel! Kill me! ”

There was a cry that bordered on breaking down.

With a wave of Wu Xuan's big hand, the gas dissipated invisibly.

Seeing that the dangerous dark green gas disappeared beside him, Zhang Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground weakly.

"Zhang Wei was defeated! And so completely defeated! ”

The students in the crowd exploded.

"How could a second-order one-star prayer cultivator be so strong!"

"yes, and we haven't even seen that psychic skill!"

"That's it! Are the two of them teaming up to play us! ”

"It's over! My net worth is gone! Zhang Wei, you return my spirit stone! ”

Hua Maochen laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! I'm rich! ”

He pulled out a stone with runes from his pocket.

This stone is called the Space Stone, and it has the function of storing items.

In two or two strokes, he put all the gambling chips on the ground into the stones.

Hua Maochen excitedly ran to the middle of the field and pounced on Wu Xuan.

Poor Wu Xuan had just consumed a lot of spiritual power, and his body was still a little weak, so he was directly thrown to the ground.

"Wu Xuan, I really didn't misunderstand you, do you know how much I won?"

"A full fifty thousand spirit stones!"

"Senior Hua, don't get excited, I'm almost overwhelmed!"

Wu Xuan struggled weakly.

"Oh, I'm sorry hahahaha!"

Hua Maochen got up and stretched out his hand to help Wu Xuan up.

"Don't call me Senior Hua, it's too angry. I'm older than you, if you don't dislike it, call me Brother Chen. ”

"Brother Chen...

Hua Maochen muttered softly, and his thoughts at this moment seemed to return to the past.

The title reminded him of his older brother in his previous life.

Thinking about his second brother when he was in the Demon Clan, that is, the second young master of the Demon Clan, Mo Chen.

also cares for him on weekdays, and if the second brother is not taken away that day, he will definitely sacrifice his life to protect his father and himself.

"I don't know what happened to the second brother, did the second elder of the rebel thief do anything to him!"

Thinking of the hatred before his reincarnation, Wu Xuan couldn't help but grit his teeth, full of anger.

"Brother Chen won't let you scream in vain, these spirit stones I won, we will be half of each of us!"