"Daoyou's words are too child's play, since I choose to challenge you, how can there be any reason to surrender without a fight?"

Yan Aomei's face was solemn, I have to say that Yan Aomei does have some talent in the fighting competition with the monks, and the strength of the defender of the ninety-first ring is obviously much stronger than her, but it is still after her ingenious hard battle, she narrowly defeated the opponent.

The next challenge was a bit intriguing, from the ninety-fifth ring to the ninety-second ring, the four monks all chose to challenge Yan Wutian and Yan Aomei.

After two challenges, Yan Wutian finally won all the water attribute basic law duels with Yan Yangtian's transfer to the sect, but he also gave up a chance to challenge due to excessive mana consumption. Yan Aomei, on the other hand, was defeated by the challenger in the 93rd ring and retreated two places.

After more than half an hour, when it was the turn of the 87th ring to challenge, it was extremely rare to challenge the 77th ring defender who was ten years higher than his ranking. And the defender of the seventy-seventh ring turned out to be Yan Yangtian of the Yan family.

Yan Yangtian directly and neatly used a Xuanbing method to freeze the double spear spirit weapon that had not yet played its effect, and it was an ordinary ice pick technique, breaking its defensive shield and freezing most of his body.

Eighty-six, a friar with a hot body, also chose to challenge Yan Yangtian.

In the fighting competition, Yan Yangtian did not have the slightest pity for the jade, and after the ice melted into water, the original wide robe of the female monk was close to the delicate and transparent body, and the concave and convex figure was revealed in the ring, which made the female monk, whose jade face was red, hurriedly cast a spell to dry the robe, and covered her face and flew away from the ring.

When the monks in the eighty-fifth ring also chose Yan Yangtian to challenge, Yan Yangtian's brows finally locked, it seems that these monks are aimed at the monks of the Yan family, and they do not choose to challenge their opponents according to their own strength.

But Yan Yangtian did not show any fear, but signaled to the referee that he was willing to continue to accept the challenge. Originally, he could have refused to accept this challenge, because he had already tried two consecutive fighting competitions, and according to the rules of the fighting competition, he had every reason to refuse.

But Yan Yangtian didn't refuse, the reason was very simple, he wanted to know why he was under siege, and he needed a monk to solve his doubts.

Yan Nanyuan, who was in the family seat far away from the ring, was stunned suddenly, and secretly thought to himself: "Sure enough, my Yan family has a weak foundation after all, and now if I want to become one of the four major families in Purple Light City, it is strange not to be hated, it is difficult for you, but there are already seven monks in our Yan family who have rushed into the finals, which has left the other second-rate families far away, but compared with the original three families, the gap is big, if Tian'er can gain a firm foothold in the fourth ring, then I am not afraid that I will not be able to sit in the fourth place......"

When the eighty-fifth ring monk flew into the ring, Yan Yangtian's eyes were slightly cold, and then he asked with a cold face, "What is your reason for challenging me?"

"Do you need a reason to challenge? Hehe, if I had to say one, it would be...... Lao Tzu is unhappy to see your Yan family!"

The eighty-fifth ring monk smiled coldly.

"You are a monk with the surname of the Wu family!"

Yan Yangtian's expression did not change, and he said coldly.

"So what, the little Yan family also wants to get involved in the four major families of Purple Light City, it is a good thing to have confidence, but if the confidence is too much, it is conceited!"

The monk in the eighty-fifth ring smiled, not discouraged by the failure of the first two monks, and looked at Yan Yangtian with some playfulness.

"I see, then I know!"

Yan Yangtian whispered. Sometimes you can't be too low-key, if you are too low-key, you will be looked down upon, and if you look down on you, you will be easy to be bullied. So Yan Yangtian decided not to keep a low profile.

If the Yan family wants to become one of the four major families in Ziguang City, it must be proved by strength, and sometimes, when it is time to be ruthless, you must be ruthless, otherwise others will only think that you are a bully, and they will never think that you are humble.

Yan Yangtian patted the storage bag and picked up a ball of light with a diameter of about one foot in his hand. At first glance, the surface of this ball of light is black and green, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a blue flame burning slowly in the center of the ball of light.

Strangely looking at the monk in the eighty-fifth ring opposite, as soon as Yan Yangtian pinched the handprint spell, the blue flame in the center of the ball of light was immediately separated, and then suddenly jumped out of the ball of light.

As soon as the blue flame broke away from the restraint of the ball of light, it erupted into an extremely cold cold air, which seemed to freeze the air around it in an instant.

The tiny blue flame swirled erratically, and then turned into a long blue line of fire, which sprayed directly towards the eighty-fifth ring monk.

Although this blue line of fire was small, it was extremely psychic, and after a light sweep on the defensive shield of the eighty-fifth ring monk, the originally radiant defensive shield instantly condensed with a thick layer of frost, and it spread rapidly into the defensive shield.

The eighty-fifth ring monk only felt a cold wind blowing towards his face, which seemed to freeze the mana flowing in his veins, his heart sank involuntarily, and without any consideration, he took out a cyan spirit sword from the storage bag, and in the urging of mana, the cyan spirit sword slashed head-on to Yan Yangtian with a faint blue light without hesitation.

When Yan Yangtian saw this scene, his face did not change in the slightest, and he didn't even mean to cast a spell to resist.

As soon as the cyan spirit sword was activated, and when it was still a long distance from the blue line of fire, it was suddenly completely sealed by the ice. The cyan spirit sword that was frozen lost its vitality in an instant, and after a crisp sound of "clanging", the cyan spirit sword could not support it for a moment, and it burst into pieces like fireworks, and the scattered fragments of the spirit weapon with ice cubes rained down a gorgeous and abnormal meteor shower.

Immediately after that, the eighty-five ring monks, without even making a scream, were frozen into a standing iceman, and even the expression on his face stayed on the stunned before being frozen.

"Eighty-five challenge failed, the next eighty-four!"

The referee immediately announced. Then with a rare wave of the robe, the powerful and gentle mana from the monk in the foundation building period wrapped the eighty-fifth ring monk, who knew that the ice on the eighty-fifth ring monk was not melted, but only cracked a few large mouths several inches wide with a "bang".

At the same time, the referee's complexion trembled slightly, and then returned to normal.

"Xuanlan Ice Flame! Yan Yangtian's encounter is so extraordinary, he actually has such a treasure against the sky!"

The corners of Yan Batian's mouth in the fourth ring also twitched slightly.