"I'll go, Yan Batian wouldn't want to use that trick against a ninth-level cultivator in the Qi cultivation period!"

"This Yan Batian is simply addicted to throwing people, and the opponents who lost to him before were all directly thrown into the ring by him, but now he is facing the seventh number of ninth-layer cultivators in the Qi training period, this move will not work at all!"

"Isn't it, with the cultivation of the seventh monk, I'm afraid that if he stands still, with only a defensive shield, Yan Batian can't touch his body!"

The monks watching the battle under the fourth ring were full of discussions, and they were all surprised by Yan Batian's behavior. Even the children of the Yan family shook their heads secretly.

When the No. 7 young monk saw Yan Batian's move, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, the protective light mask around his body lit up, looking like an indifferent "master".

"Yan Batian, in my opinion, you should change your moves, it's not that I look down on you, you use secular martial arts, I just stand here and don't move, you can't ......"

Before the seventh young monk finished speaking, Yan Batian had already flashed in front of him, and immediately, he lifted it up and threw it directly to the ground below the ring with a bang.

The amulet that Young Monk No. 7 thought was indestructible, but it didn't seem to be working.

"How is this possible? Yan Batian actually ......"

"The ninth-layer cultivator of the seventh qi training period was also thrown out of the ring!"

"I'm not dazzled, am I? No. 7 of the ninth layer of the Qi training period was also thrown out of the ring by Yan Batian?"

Not to mention the surprise of the spectators. Even the young monk himself who was thrown out of the ring was full of incredulity, because even he himself did not know how he was still brought down.

The moment he was approached by Yan Batian, he suddenly felt dizzy inexplicably, and his eyes went dark, so he let Yan Batian rush into his defensive shield and lift him up, and in the whole process, he even forgot to run his mana. By the time he came back to his senses, he had been left under the ring.

But not all monks were surprised. The referee in the foundation building period, who had been watching coldly from the ring, showed a very strange look.

He glanced at Yan Batian meaningfully, although he didn't say anything, he seemed to know what Yan Batian had done.

And so it was more than half an hour.

There are only six people left in the fourth group, and if only three more are eliminated, the remaining three will advance to the semi-finals.

"Next game, one against four!"

Immediately, it was Yan Ba's turn to fight in the sky.

All the children of the Yan family who were watching the battle under the fourth ring looked forward to it, "As long as you win this one, the young patriarch will be able to represent the Yan family and enter the semi-finals of the Purple Light City Family Ranking Ring Competition!"

Compared with the nervous and expectant hearts of the children of the Yan family, Yan Batian had a flat face, as if he was just an outsider.

Looking at the eighth-layer cultivator of the Qi cultivation period who was almost about to spew fire in the eyes of the opposite side, Yan Batian was the first to speak uncharacteristically.

"You are a monk of the Xiong family?"

"So what? Do you want to throw me out of the ring the same way?"

It can be said that the enemies are very angry when they meet, and the contradictions between the Xiong family and the Yan family are irreconcilable, and there is no need to be cowardly.

The monks of the Xiong family faced the enemy of this family, although there was some drumming in their hearts, but they were not afraid at all on the surface. At least he was sure that he wouldn't let Yan Batian throw him out of the ring.

"No, no, no, I can throw them out of the ring in the face of other monks, but in the face of the monks of the Xiong family, I feel a little powerless!"

Yan Batian, who was smiling and groaning, looked at the monk of the Xiong family opposite with a playful expression.

"I didn't expect that you, an arrogant little guy, still have some self-knowledge! Since you know that you are invincible, you should quickly admit defeat, and save yourself from missing arms and legs, which will not look good!"

Listening to these threatening words, the corners of Yan Batian's mouth lifted slightly, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the monks of the Xiong family with an extremely strange gaze, then rolled his eyes and nodded thoughtfully.

Looking at Yan Batian's actions, the Xiong family monk thought that he had really compromised and admitted defeat, but before he could be happy, Yan Batian's understated words made him suddenly face pale.

"I have always been a one-trick killer to deal with the monks of the Xiong family, and seeing that your neck is so white, it can be regarded as very self-aware!"

"The little guy of the Yan family, who is so arrogant, won a few games by luck, and thought that he was invincible in the world, and he actually thought that he would kill me with one move!"

The monk of the Xiong family, who was blushing, had a feeling of humiliation as if he had been slapped his face.

"I'll give you a chance to strike first, if I wait for me to strike first, your head will already move!"

Yan Batian's face was confident, but a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Although the Xiong family's monk didn't care about what he said, he was extremely cautious in his heart, after all, even Xiong Qidi, who was recognized as the first monk in the Xiong family's Qi cultivation period, was also planted in the hands of this son.

Although it is rumored that Xiong Qidi fell for Yan Batian's conspiracy, he died in his hands after all.

The monk of the Xiong family saw that Yan Batian was trusting, and he was not hypocritical. Immediately, he blessed himself with a mid-grade talisman seal, and when the talisman light mask lit up, there was already an extra medium-grade spirit sword in his hand, and the spell was quickly recited, and the middle-grade spirit sword was immediately sacrificed, and then eight fierce sword rays erupted, and quickly surrounded in the direction of Yan Batian.

"Whoosh"

Ignoring the eight sword rays shot out by the medium-grade spirit sword, Yan Batian looked at the monks of the Xiong family who were full of joy on the opposite side like a dead man.

I didn't see Yan Batian make a move, and a silver ray of light flew out of him, and the speed was countless times faster than the nine sword rays shot out by the Zhongpin Spirit Sword.

The silver light rushed into the Xiong family monk's defensive talisman shield without hindrance, and then, with a slight wrap around his neck, it flew back to Yan Batian's body.

The seemingly infinitely powerful Nine Sword Rays disappeared in an instant, and the mid-grade spirit sword that was sacrificed in mid-air seemed to have lost its mana support all of a sudden, and it fell on the ring with a "bang", making a crisp and pleasant sword sound.

The monk of the Xiong family, who was still standing calmly in the ring, was still flickering with light from the talisman shield around his body, but the brightness was obviously getting weaker and fainter, and finally disappeared.

Suddenly, the head of the monk of the Xiong family suddenly rolled down from his neck, and the headless corpse was still standing, and blood arrows several feet high shot out from his neck, like a rain of blood, scattered on the ring, making the ring bright red.

Such a bloody scene suddenly made the ring silent for a while, and there were many early stage Qi cultivation cultivators who had never seen such a bloody feeling, and they had a feeling of nausea and wanted to vomit.

After a long time, the headless corpse collapsed into the ring. There was still blood gushing out of the "washed" white neck.