Wu Ran didn't have the composure just now at this time, a trace of panic appeared on his face, and he hurriedly ran to the bottom of the ring and shouted loudly: "Stupid, you don't know how to use the fireball technique."

Rong Ke looked at the plant in front of him blankly, he was ready to admit defeat, but he didn't expect that at the last moment, he would be able to summon such a powerful winding technique, and he would be able to survive for so long, and the third-layer Qi cultivation monk couldn't break free with all his strength, but the monk who practiced the third-layer Qi would release the fireball technique, and he was the one who was defeated.

Wu Hao only remembered that he was a fire-type monk at this time, and hurriedly recited the spell to summon the fireball technique.

"What are you doing staying there, he can't use his fists to hit him quickly, don't let him succeed in summoning fireballs." Liang Zicheng looked at Rong Ke, who was not moving, and immediately reminded.

As soon as Rong Ke heard Liang Zicheng's words, he immediately rushed to Wu Hao and punched him in the face, interrupting the spell that Wu Hao was reciting.

Rong Ke saw that he had interrupted the spell casting of this third-layer Qi cultivation disciple with family power all of a sudden, and immediately became interested, and smashed it into Wu Hao's face one after another.

Wu Hao's whole body was not entangled, and he couldn't make any movements, so he could only force Rong Ke's fist.

"Ahh Ahh Wu Hao's screams came from the ring.

The many monks below looked at Rong Ke who smashed with their fists, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, they didn't expect this second-level Qi cultivation monk to be so powerful, if he could use a weapon, Wu Hao might have died.

"Don't panic, this winding technique can't last, it will disappear soon, and you will be the one who wins when the time comes." Wu Ran's face was immediately worried, and he walked under the ring from time to time.

However, looking at Wu Hao, who was already bleeding, many Wu family disciples immediately rejoiced in their hearts, fortunately, he didn't look like himself when he went up, otherwise he would have been beaten up.

Luckily, as long as you hold on until the plants disappear, you win. Now that the plant has existed for half a quarter of an hour, you must know that the winding technique of the Great Perfection Cultivator of Qi can only support a quarter of an hour, and this monk of the second level of Qi Cultivation can be more than half a quarter at most. Maybe it'll disappear soon.

It's just that what surprised them was that the winding technique summoned by this second-layer Qi cultivation cultivator had actually existed for a quarter of an hour, and it didn't seem to be going away anytime soon.

"I throw in the towel". Even if Wu Hao was a third-level Qi cultivator, he couldn't hold on, and he was slapped in the face for a quarter of an hour in a row.

"Wu Hao admits defeat, Rongke wins". As the referee's words fell, the plants wrapped around Wu Hao's body disappeared all at once.

"The plant is finally gone."

"It's a pity, as long as Wu Hao holds on for a while, he is the one who wins."

"It's been beaten for so long, and if you stick to it, you will win." There were many discussions of the Wu family monks under the ring.

Wu Hao covered his face, which was no longer human, and looked blankly at the disappeared plants, he couldn't break free just now, if he could hold on for a while, then he would be the winner.

Wu Hao glanced at Rong Ke, who had won, although he really wanted to take revenge on him who had just been beaten, but his skills in the ring were not as good as others, if he did it now, the Wu family would not be able to afford to lose this person, and the elders on the side would also stop it.

Wu Hao suddenly felt a killing intent, he hurriedly looked over, only to see Wu Ran looking at him angrily, as if he would kill him in the next moment.

Wu Hao has been defeated, and he will be made difficult by Wu Ran later, and now he will only be ridiculed by others if he stays here, he didn't stay for a moment, and quickly ran towards the inner courtyard of the Wu family.

"Stop, Wu Hao, you stop for me." Wu Ran looked at Wu Hao, who had already run away, rolled his eyes, and immediately chased after him.

But he was just starting when a shadow stood in front of him.

"Hand over the storage bag and spirit stones in your hand." Liang Zicheng quickly appeared in front of Wu Ran at this moment.

"Your spirit stone, I didn't move on the table." Wu Ran pointed to a pile of spirit stones on the table and said.

"Hehe, I am willing to gamble and lose, bring it." Liang Zicheng had already stretched out a hand in front of him.

Wu Ran covered the storage bag stiffly, and said loudly: "This is my cousin Wu Tian asked me to keep it, Brother Wu Tiantian is a master of the seventh layer of Qi training, and those monks who practice Qi Great Perfection were all invited by him, aren't you afraid of offending my cousin?"

Liang Zicheng didn't have any words, just a gesture of his hand, Wu Ran's storage bag and the spirit stone on the table had already flown into his hands.

Wu Ran looked at the storage bag in Liang Zicheng's hand for a moment, and then lowered his head to find that the storage bag he was holding had disappeared.

"You can't do this, aren't you afraid of your cousin Wu Tian's revenge?"

Liang Zicheng didn't look at him, he walked quickly to his room, and Wu Ran's angry shout came from behind him: "Boy, you wait, it will make you look good immediately."

After Liang Zicheng returned to the room, he immediately opened the storage bag he got from Wu Ran, only to see that in addition to the two thousand spirit stones, there was also a copy of the secret book of the Purple Flame Pavilion, "Purple Flame Technique".

Seeing this secret book, Liang Zicheng instantly remembered the few Purple Flame Pavilion monks who died with Liu Jianren in the Cave Heaven Secret Realm, and it seemed that one of them also used the Purple Flame Technique.

Then he carefully opened the book and began to look at it. Just as Liang Zicheng was watching with relish, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps.

Then with a "bang", Liang Zicheng's door was kicked off, and three young people walked in outside. The two people walking in front were the two monks of the Purple Flame Pavilion, one practiced Qi at the seventh level, and the other practiced Qi Great Perfection. The person behind was Wu Ran, and at this time Wu Ran had a red slap mark on his face, and he was looking at Liang Zicheng with hatred.

The seventh-level Qi practitioner must be Wu Ran's cousin Wu Tian, and as soon as he came in at this time, he saw that Liang Zicheng was looking through the Purple Flame Pavilion's high-level spell "Purple Flame Technique", and anger immediately rose on his face.

"Kid of the Heavenly Sword Sect, you dare to look at my Purple Flame Pavilion high-level spells, I think you are looking for death." Wu Tian drank angrily.

Liang Zicheng had just stood up and was about to make a move, when he saw Wu Yong hurriedly running in the door.

"Brother Tian, this is a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding." Wu Yong shouted as he ran.

"Misunderstanding? Looking at my Purple Flame Pavilion high-level spells, is it a misunderstanding?" A sneer appeared on the face of the Qi Cultivation Great Perfection disciple.

"Yes, is it a misunderstanding to rob my cousin's storage bag?" Wu Tian continued.

Wu Yong looked at Wu Tian and the Purple Flame Pavilion monk who was practicing Qi Great Perfection and hurriedly said, "Brother Tian, my senior brother is specially here to help the fist."

"It's because he's here to help the fist, otherwise I would have killed him a long time ago."

Wu Yongleng for a moment before he said in a low voice: "Brother Tian, or I will ask him to return the storage bag and the Purple Flame Technique to you."

"Huh". Wu Tian sneered before saying, "Give it back to me?"

"So what do you want". Wu Yong said subconsciously.

"It's simple". Wu Tian paused for a moment before continuing: "Let this kid from the Heavenly Sword Sect go to the ring with me, I want to see if it is my Purple Flame Pavilion's monk who is powerful, or the Heavenly Sword Sect's high-ranking disciple Niu B."

"This....". Wu Yong looked at Liang Zicheng with an embarrassed expression.

"Don't worry, as long as this kid wins, I don't want this storage bag and the Purple Flame Technique, but...". Wu Tian glanced at Liang Zicheng before he continued: "If this kid loses, then don't blame me."

Liang Zicheng looked at Wu Tian speechlessly, he really didn't know how he could have so much courage to challenge a foundation building monk as a seventh-level cultivator, but Liang Zicheng looked at him with a look of unforgiveness if you don't agree, and finally Liang Zicheng nodded and said, "Yes, we'll see you in the ring."

"Okay, happy". Wu Tian then respectfully said to the Qi Cultivation Great Perfection monk beside him, "Senior Brother Wang, can you be a witness for us?"

"Yes". Senior Brother Wang immediately agreed.

Seeing that Senior Brother Wang agreed, Wu Tian immediately took out a piece of paper and said to Liang Zicheng: "There are no eyes in fists and feet, and it is impossible for monks to send and receive freely, so I came to sign this life and death certificate."

As soon as Wu Yong saw Wu Tian take out the life and death certificate, he said with a surprised face: "Brother Tian, you don't need to sign the life and death certificate."

Wu Tian glared at Wu Yongcai fiercely and said, "If I don't sign the life and death certificate, how can I let go of my hands and feet."

Liang Zicheng picked up the life and death form and glanced at it casually, and immediately signed him. After signing the life and death certificate, several people immediately walked to the ring just now, and at this time, there were already many people under the ring, obviously knowing that Liang Zicheng and Wu Tian were about to duel here.