Qi Leming fought two games in a row, and then declared that he would not accept the challenge. The other monks who still wanted to challenge him were helpless about it. Only other Monk Challenges can be chosen.

By the time Qi Leming challenged, the sun had already pressed the mountain, and the day passed, and the finals ended temporarily, waiting until the next day to continue.

Early the next morning, the hundred guards of the ring, except for the dead and seriously injured monks who could not attend, all the rest were already standing in their respective rings.

Yesterday it was until the 51st ring, so today, Qi Leming continued to challenge.

"I challenge the defenders of the forty-first ring!"

The reason why Qi Leming chose the forty-first ring challenge was because he wanted to get Yan Batian's promise, a Zhuji Dan plus a reward for the surname Yan.

Qi Leming didn't want to let himself fight too many times, because all fighting competitions consume mana, and if the mana is consumed, even if he has achieved a good result in the top 30, whether he can keep it or not, he has to add a question mark.

"Permission!"

Qi Leming flew into the forty-first ring unhurriedly. The defender of the forty-first ring was a young monk in a yellow robe, about twenty-five or six years old, who could rank high in the finals, and his cultivation had also reached the ninth level of the Qi cultivation period.

After the two monks saluted each other, Qi Leming abruptly threw out a small black object to the monk in the forty-first ring, and recited the spell in his mouth.

Seeing that Qi Leming threw a thumb-sized black little thing to him, the yellow-robed monk in the forty-first ring didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, but instinctively flashed to the side, wanting to avoid the thing.

Unbeknownst to him, the little thing the size of a thumb suddenly expanded into countless branches when it approached the yellow-robed monk's body, and surrounded him in a net, sealing all his retreats.

What entered the eyes of the yellow-robed monk was a black luster of iron vine branches, which were growing wildly, and in an instant, his body and limbs were firmly entangled, seriously hindering his movement and greatly reducing his speed.

Only then did the yellow-robed monk realize that the spell cast by Qi Leming was one of the wood-based spells, called the "Winding Technique", which belonged to the auxiliary type of spell, and its power was very ordinary, so few monks practiced this spell. He didn't expect to be recruited for a while.

The yellow-robed monk angrily propped up his defensive shield, wanting to burst the iron vines wrapped around him, only to hear a few sounds of "bang", "bang", "bang", and his defensive shield easily broke and tore several iron vines wrapped around him.

The yellow-robed monk's movements were very fast, but before he could clear the iron vines that were wrapped around him, one of Qi Leming's big feet had already kicked him in the chest.

This kick was not violent, causing the yellow-robed monk to retreat several steps in a row, and just as he found that he was about to stop retreating, he felt that one of his feet stepped into the air, his body was crooked, and he fell out of the ring with a "plop".

At this time, the yellow-robed monk heard the results of the ring competition announced by the referee.

"Qi Leming has successfully challenged and become the new defender of the forty-first ring, and the next one, the fiftieth ring monk challenge!"

After accepting two more challenges and winning the competition, Qi Leming refused the challenge of the other monks. When it was Qi Leming's turn to challenge again, he, like Yan Yangtian, gave up a chance to challenge.

A long time later, Yan Feiyan, who was in the 26th ring, ushered in her first challenger in the finals.

This challenger is ranked thirty-third, his name is Xu Qingshi, and he is also a well-known Qi cultivation period cultivator in Purple Light City.

Xu Qingshi slowly walked into the ring, and smiled at Yan Feiyan with an elegant smile: "Miss Feiyan, you can occupy the twenty-sixth high position in the finals of the Purple Light City Family Ranking Ring Competition as a mortal without a spiritual root, Xu admires it very much." ”

After finishing speaking, Xu Qingshi lowered his voice and said, "If Miss Fei Yan doesn't dislike it and is willing to form a partner with me, Xu Qingshi is willing to take the initiative to admit defeat and join your Yan family!"

Hearing this, Yan Feiyan's cold autumn eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, and her voice was so cold that she could directly freeze to death.

"Since you choose to challenge me, you should know that any monk who fights with me will end up seriously injured if he doesn't die, and for a monk who likes to attract bees and butterflies, I don't plan to let him leave the ring alive!"

"Haha! Miss Fei Yan doesn't want to beat me with one punch in the semi-finals like you did with other waste!"

Xu Qingshi laughed, looking at Yan Feiyan playfully.

Xu Qingshi had seen Yan Feiyan make a move, and knew that she was able to achieve such an impressive record with fast speed and fierce punches, but if Yan Feiyan could defeat him, he didn't believe it at all.

"No, I just use one punch to let you go to the west to see the Buddha!"

Yun Feiyan's light words came out of Yan Feiyan's cherry mouth, and the tone of course made Xu Qingshi's face instantly pale.

"What an arrogant girl, since that's the case, then I, Xu Qingshi, will stand here and let you punch you, I really want to know if the kung fu under your fist is as suffocating as the kung fu on your mouth!"

After Xu Qingshi said this, he really stood in the ring with his hands in his hands, just blessed himself with a simple defensive shield, without the slightest intention of resisting.

"This is your own death, and when you see the Buddha in a while, don't shout wrong!"

Except for facing a few people such as Yan Batian, Yan Feiyan's words seemed to never change, and they were cold and heartbreaking.

Yan Batian, who was far away in the fourth ring, secretly prayed for Xu Qingshi in his heart, "If this kid can leave a whole corpse under this little girl's fist, then I will lose!"

Facing Xu Qingshi, who was only blessed with a defensive shield, Yan Feiyan did not have a trace of pity in her heart, she was full of Shura blood, Shura was originally ruthless, isn't there such a sentence in the immortal cultivation world?

"Shura is everywhere, and not a single grass grows!"

Sighing and shaking her head, Yan Feiyan's right fist clenched, and a white cold aura overflowed from her body, and suddenly, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

Lianbu moved lightly, Yan Feiyan walked in front of Xu Qingshi and slowly stopped, she looked at Xu Qingshi in front of her lightly, there was no feeling in her eyes, her right fist was raised, and then she fell lightly towards Xu Qingshi's chest.

This action is very similar to the behavior of a girl beating her boyfriend like a coquettish when young men and women in the secular world are in love.

Staring at the fist that was faintly glowing with golden light that was getting closer and closer, Xu Qingshi's heart jumped suddenly, and he had an ominous premonition.

Yan Feiyan's fist lightly pierced through the defensive shield blessed by Xu Qingshi, as if entering a no-man's land, and slowly imprinted on his chest.