Li Yijia had a terrifying expression on his face, although his spiritual power entered the shield in front of him, and although he was still wearing a high-grade defensive suit, the electric light that had not yet been attacked began to make him feel numb all over his body.

The cultivators in the audience also became solemn, holding their breath, waiting for this attack, Zhang Shengtian slowly fell to the ground, if Li Yijia can prevent this blow, it will be a victory.

The moment the two blobs of lightning came into contact with the shield, there was no deafening sound, and there was a "zizi" sound, which made the cultivators also feel numb in their minds.

I saw that the electric light instantly covered the shield, and then crossed the shield and covered Li Yijia's whole body.

Li Yijia's eyes were dull as he watched the lightning attack, and there was no movement, and the moment the electric light touched him, he was already unconscious.

"Yimen admits defeat. At this moment, the audience heard a shout, and before the sound stopped, a figure flew up from the position of Yimen, and instantly arrived on the stage, standing in front of Li Yijia.

With a wave of his right hand, a wall of air rose in front of the figure, and the lightning that came from it hit the wall of air and disappeared.

I saw a figure in a cyan robe fluttering, his hair standing on end, his face slightly red, and he regained his composure after a while.

Only then did the cultivators see clearly that this person must be a monk of Yimen Foundation Building.

Li Qingquan turned around and picked up Li Yijiafei and stepped off the stage, bowing to Lin Wufeng, his face full of guilt.

"Excuse me, master!" he said in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter. Lin Wufeng waved his hand, at such a level, he had even seen through life and death, let alone victory or defeat?

Li Qingquan bowed down again, hugged Li Yijia, who was unconscious and couldn't move, and floated away.

At this time, the audience erupted into a louder uproar, looking at the Zhenmen monk, looking at Zhang Shengtian, who was unconscious on the stage, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, this rumor of Zhenmen is faintly the first of the three gates, and now it seems that it is probably true.

The monk on the stage who had his own door shaking went up and hugged the unconscious Zhang Shengtian.

At this point, one person from each of the three doors is out.

"According to the previous rules, Zhenmen Zhang Shengtian is still on the stage, no matter who Genmen comes, Zhenmen admits defeat for Zhang Shengtian. The sound of thunder sounded, it was still plain, but there was a hint of thunder.

Genmen Yimen no longer spoke, although the situation is unfavorable for the two gates, but this is an established rule, but it cannot be changed.

"Second Senior Brother is really good, Hong Xianxian, you can go up. A heavy voice sounded, and Wang Kun, the master of the Genmen Gate, said.

"Obey the Lord's law. In the brown group of cultivators, a person stood up, bowed to Wang Kun, tapped his toes, and flew onto the Dharma platform.

"Qiu Xiyin went to learn the Genmen mastery. Lin Wufeng said lightly.

When Qiu Xiyin heard this, he also stood up, bowed to Lin Wufeng, and glanced at Liu Qingyi again, seeing that Liu Qingyi couldn't bear it, he still nodded, and then flew on stage.

A cyan robe fluttered in the wind, with a pure gaze and a fairy-like face, Hong Xianxing on the stage was also extremely surprised.

The cultivators in the audience whispered even more, their eyes lit up, and they all secretly thought, if this female cultivator stood in front of her, how could she be able to do it? I couldn't help but sympathize with Hong Xian on the stage.

"This, Qiu Daoyou, please come back, can you come with someone else?" Hong Xianxing felt that he really couldn't start, so he had to blush and say.

"People don't want to fight, but the owner doesn't agree, Hong Daoyou, please." ”

Qiu Xiyin really didn't want to fight, although he knew that the monk's fighting method was very normal, but after watching the first two games, his little heart was scared to the core, didn't you let me fight in the door? How could the fight be so bloody?

The only person who hit him was Yi Heng, or did he fall to the ground while he was not paying attention, and in the end he had to be shouted by Yi Heng to compensate, now if he was injured in front of him, wouldn't he have to pay more?

Of course, I don't want to be injured by him, which of the few people who came to the stage is not bloody, and I don't want to be like that.

"Then, Qiu Daoyou, please first. Hong Xianxian smiled bitterly, a small mountain slowly grows larger, and it seems that he only wants to defend.

Qiu Xiyin knew that it would not work if he didn't fight, since the other party didn't make a move, he had to make a move.

The slender fingers like jade pinched quickly, and as Hong Xianxian's fingers flew, she offered a blue and faint flying sword, which was as small and delicate as a person, pure and innocent, and floated happily in the air.

Seeing that Hong Xianxing was still staring blankly, Qiu Xiyin had to say hello: "Hong Daoyou, be careful, this flying sword is sharp and tight." ”

When Hong Xianxing heard this, he was surprised again, is this a life-and-death fight?

"Enemies and friends are coming. With a wry smile, he only said that he was ready.

"That person doesn't care, stab you in the left shoulder. With a coquettish shout, the cheerful flying sword stabbed Hong Xianxian's left shoulder with a "whoosh".

Hong Xianxing looked carefully, the flying sword did stab towards the left shoulder, quickly moved the hill to block the left shoulder, the flying sword stabbed on the hill, emitting a burst of sparks, and quickly flew back backwards before the cultivators heard the sound of "Qiang".

"Stab you in the right shoulder. Qiu Xiyin looked at the flying sword painfully, and after finding that there were no scars, he began to attack again.

A stick of incense passed, and the cultivators in the audience were dumbfounded, but they were tasteless.

At first, I thought that this female cultivator was beautiful and pure, and the flying sword was also as easy as her arm, but then before each attack, she had to remind the other party where to attack, thinking that it was paving the way for fraud later.

Who knows, from the beginning to the present, attacking a stick of incense kung fu, it turned out to be a stab wherever it was shouted, and that Hong was also on full guard at the beginning, and after discovering this situation, he also relaxed his mind.

"Hit you in the back. With another coquettish shout, the flying sword went around behind Hong Xianxian as if he understood the words, and stabbed him in the back.

Hong Xianxing didn't look at the flying sword, just stared at this beautiful face, and the hill in front of him suddenly circled around the vest, just blocking the flying sword.

Another stick of incense passed, and the cultivators in the audience began to discuss, is this a thirty-year fighting method? Is this clearly a friendly feeding move, but what about a trick? What about spells? What about all kinds of conspiracies?

Qiu Xiyin saw that every attack was ineffective, but he was too tired to do it, and his little face was covered with red sweat.

He took back the flying sword, chopped his feet, and pouted, "It's so boring, if you don't fight, you won't fight." ”

After speaking, he turned around and flew off the stage and returned to Yimen's seat, leaving Hong Xianxian messy in the wind.

Although the cultivators in the audience felt that it was inappropriate and wanted to see that the fierce fighting method was not realized, but looking at the beautiful figure, they couldn't even say anything to complain, as if this was the best ending.

Lin Wufeng and the others had no intention of blaming, and Liu Qingyi seemed to praise it, revealing his affection for him.

Yi Heng and the others also felt that there was nothing wrong with the little junior sister's move, and they were very happy to come back without being injured.

But soon, the cultivators became excited again, because the ease now meant that the rest would be more intense.