Yan Tiansheng bowed a little towards the subtitles.

As the subtitles shattered and disappeared, a breath appeared out of thin air, lingering around him, holding him in the ring.

Then a figure jumped in, it was a simple-looking young man, dressed in simple coarse linen clothes, looking a little cute.

"Inner Gate Hong Anmao."

The young man's urn was the first to salute.

Yan Tiansheng nodded slightly.

"Senior Brother Yan, be careful."

Hong Anmao didn't care about Yan Tiansheng's casualness, he lowered his body with a light sip in his mouth, kicked his feet violently, and burst out.

"Ironback!"

Halfway through, he let out a loud roar, and a yellowish gas appeared on his body, and then turned into a huge figure outside his body, raising it high with his palm.

The huge bear's paw covered the sky and the sun, covering Yan Tiansheng in shadows.

"It's a lot of momentum, it's just ......"

Yan Tiansheng's eyes were lowered, his clothes were swept by the wind, his long hair flew up, and the blue-yellow mist on his body suddenly surged.

He raised his hand to meet the palm, and a giant fist appeared out of thin air.

The fists and palms touched, and the terrifying force erupted, shaking out a large cloud of smoke and dust.

Thick smoke poured out, and Hong Anmao's figure flew upside down from it, his face turned pale, and the shadow of the bear covering his body became blurred.

Hong Anmao covered his palmed arm, his exposed hand trembled slightly, and cold sweat flowed on his face.

"Senior Brother Hong, do you want to continue?"

Yan Tiansheng's figure walked out of the smoke and dust.

He had a gentle smile on his face, and he couldn't see the ruthlessness of Fang Cai's attack at all.

"It's not as good as others in the next game, and I admit defeat."

Hong Anmao smiled bitterly, turned his head and jumped out of the ring.

Yan Tiansheng looked left and right, and couldn't see the situation of the other three rings, only the crowd gathered around the top of the mountain.

After a while, another challenger sent a war letter.

Yan Tiansheng responded with his fingers.

This time it was a young man in white who came up, with a grim face, not smiling, exuding a faint coldness all over his body, and there was a feeling that no one should enter.

Unlike Hong Anmao, the young man did not introduce his identity, but directly encouraged the spiritual sea to drive the spiritual objects to emerge.

The young man didn't say it, and Yan Tiansheng didn't bother to remember it.

He looked at the huge white shadow that gradually manifested in front of him, and as it opened its mouth and let out a wild roar, there was frost in his face.

A giant tiger surrounded by blue and white ice chips stepped out hideously.

The white tiger is huge, as many as two zhang, the blue and white lines on the body are intertwined, and there is a big king character on the forehead.

The ice-blue pupils are devoid of any emotion, and they are majestic and compelling.

"This ...... It's the Ice Flame White Tiger, right? ”

"I remember that Miao Gong's spiritual attraction is not the Frost White Tiger?"

"Some time ago, he went to the cold land in the north, did he have a chance there?"

The crowd was a little far away, but Yan Tiansheng still heard their sudden exclamations.

The Ice Flame White Tiger was very powerful, stronger than the impact brought to him by the ironback bear, and even made Yan Tiansheng feel a little crisis.

But in the face of such an opponent, the blood in his body seemed to boil, and he seemed to be even more excited.

"Come on."

Yan Tiansheng opened his mouth slightly, and the huge figure on his body suddenly covered it.

The young man lowered his body and made an ice flame white tiger-like culling action towards Yan Tiansheng, and the two seemed to merge together.

Between the lightning and flint, Yan Tiansheng's gaze condensed slightly, and he turned slightly to the side, and the claws of the Ice Flame White Tiger slashed in front of him.

Raising his hand, the blue and yellow qi followed, and a palm pushed it to the side of the white tiger's mouth, knocking it back entirely.

Yan Tiansheng used his aura to scatter the white frost knotted at the collar and the white flames that burned strangely.

"It's amazing that fire and ice can come together."

Yan Tiansheng only felt that his knowledge had increased.

Listening to others and seeing it with your own eyes is still different.

The Ice Flame White Tiger grinned, as if to relieve the pain in his mouth, and even the young man's face was a little red, and his neck moved ugly.

The slap just now was hurtful and insulting.

"You're looking for death!"

The young man was so angry that he let the ice flame cover his entire body, and the ice flame white tiger showed its sharp fangs, and the furious killing machine burst out with the body.

Yan Tiansheng fought with strength, and with his strong physique, he was inseparable from the Ice Flame White Tiger.

However, the other party has an ice flame covering body, and his fist palm falls on the white tiger, which is always eroded by ice and fire, and looks a little embarrassed.

The young man was angry, and the expression on his face became more and more hideous.

And the pain continued to stimulate Yan Tiansheng, as if something in his heart was ignited, and he was rushing outward uncontrollably.

This feeling of being evenly matched, and being pressed and beaten, is very similar to the life he once couldn't resist.

The kind of resentment that has been pent up for a long time is magnified to the extreme at this moment, like a monster that has broken through the cage, and can finally vent it wantonly.

Taking advantage of Yan Tiansheng's stunned kung fu, the young man's killing intent soared, and he stretched out his claws to shoot it with the white tiger, showing a cruel look on his face.

It's just that the next moment, the young man's hand froze in the air, and he was pinched by a big hand at the wrist, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get out.

Yan Tiansheng raised his head, and under the long hair scattered in front of him, he could vaguely see a pair of constantly beating pupils, and the excitement contained in them even made the young man frightened.

The young man was shocked, but before he could break free, Yan Tiansheng suddenly stretched out a hand, pinched his neck, and then grabbed the young man's wrist and pulled it hard.

"Ahhh

A scream rang out, scarlet blood splattered in the ring, and a severed arm was thrown to the ground at random, fingers still unconsciously gently hooked.

The boy shuddered and stepped back over his shoulders, the cruelty in his eyes gone, replaced by a deep sense of horror.

Yan Tiansheng's white clothes were stained with blood, with a slightly flamboyant smile on his face, and the figure reflected in his dilated pupils was like a prey to be slaughtered, which made people feel terrified.

"I, I throw in the towel!"

The boy sat down on the ground and shouted, his cloak like a madman, no longer as chic as he had been.

When Yan Tiansheng heard this, the steps he had just taken stopped, the hideous expression on his face gradually faded, and he returned to a gentle smile.

It's just that the way he is splattered with blood is really difficult to associate with gentleness.

A middle-aged man in black appeared and took the boy down.

Yan Tiansheng felt the coercion on his body, and guessed that it should be the identity of a deacon.

He stood still, waiting for the next challenger.

At the same time, he closed his eyes, reminiscing about the battle just now.

The exhilaration, as well as the thrill of blood gushing on his face, gave him a completely different experience.

In the past, Yan Tiansheng thought that he was suitable for being an ordinary rich kid, but now he doesn't think so.

Fighting to his heart's content may be what he really wants.

"The feeling you had when you were fighting."

Yan Tiansheng remembered that when he faced the attack of the Ice Flame White Tiger, the dodging posture he made was almost a subconscious act.

He didn't have much combat experience with people, and almost all of them relied on the physical fitness that Jiang Shouting brought him.

But in the course of the battle, from time to time there will be an inexplicable premonition, which makes him hide from the impending danger somewhere.

This feeling is not a foreknowledge, but an instinct on a whim, and it seems that this is what it should be.

It's just a pity that he can't use this ability as much as he wants.

"Maybe it's because you have too little combat experience?"

Yan Tiansheng thought so.

He came back to his senses and looked around with a frown.

It's been so long, why hasn't anyone challenged?

Don't look at the clothes on his body that were made by the Ice Flame White Tiger a little embarrassed, in fact, the consumption is not large, and he can continue to fight.

After a quarter of an hour, no one challenged.

Yan Tiansheng simply sat on the ground, and he didn't dislike the blood scattered around him, but made him look a little more fierce.

Just when he thought that no one was challenging and was about to leave first, a streamer finally arrived and appeared in front of him.

Yan Tiansheng hurriedly agreed.

The personal disciple can kill the challenger, but the challenger can't kill the personal disciple, wouldn't it be a pity that such a good fighter will not be easy to grasp.

As soon as he stood up, he saw a small girl jump up.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a bright yellow dress, with smooth skin like jade, two small dimples on her goose egg face, and a smiling expression on her face.

"My name is Chi Qingqing, Senior Brother Yan should be merciful."

The girl showed a pitiful expression, and her coquettish appearance was really pleasing.

"I will."

Yan Tiansheng smiled and nodded gently.

Chi Qingqing showed a relieved expression when she heard this, and patted her chest playfully, but unfortunately it didn't make any waves.

"Then I'm going to make a move."

As soon as she finished speaking, her two fingers merged and pointed sharply at Yan Tiansheng.

A crimson light and shadow suddenly shot out from the fingertips, and a sharp aura rushed to the face, which was actually a sword finger.

Yan Tiansheng's eyes subconsciously widened, and that feeling of whim appeared again, almost instinctively tilting his head to the side.

The sword light flashed, and a few strands of long black hair fell from in front of him.

At that moment, he even felt a chill in his neck, and looking at Chi Qingqing's smiling appearance, a chill welled up in his heart.

"Ah, I missed it, Senior Brother Yan is really powerful."

Ji Qingqing blinked her eyes, looking innocent and ignorant.

"Senior sister is not bad......"

Yan Tiansheng was talking, and Chi Qingqing on the other side pointed his sword again, but he actually took advantage of his defenselessness to sneak attack.

The qi and blood in his body surged, ignoring the whim of the crisis warning, he raised his hand and grabbed it straight towards the finger of the sword.

Laugh at!

With a slight piercing sound, Yan Tiansheng's palm was pierced by the fingers of the sword, and blood flowed out from the front and back of his palm, but the crimson light and shadow were also firmly grasped by him in the palm of his hand.

"Senior brother is bleeding, does it matter?"

Chi Qingqing looked concerned, but her body was rapidly falling backwards, and at the same time she waved at Yan Tiansheng with a smile: "Senior brother is really powerful, senior sister recognizes ......"

Before the word "lose" could be uttered, she saw that Yan Tiansheng in front of her had disappeared out of thin air.

"Senior brother is not happy yet, why is my sister willing to leave?"