Yan Wentian and other monks of the Yan family also went to the ring to challenge, although they tried their best, but due to the difference in real strength, none of them succeeded.

Yan Batian, who was sleeping lazily on the pear blossom chair in the fourth ring, closed his eyes and recuperated, but he was a little stunned, how could all these people's cultivation have improved a lot?

"No wonder, no wonder, Yan Yangtian will be supported by so many family members, it turns out that he is even willing to take out the Returning Spirit Pill and share it with his brothers. Such a character, if the stage given to him is big enough and his own cultivation can keep up, I am afraid that the entire immortal cultivation world will have a place for him. ”

looked at Yan Yangtian sitting in the seventy-seventh ring with great meaning, Yan Batian nodded secretly, if this son does not fall due to accidents in the future, he will be an amazing figure.

Since that gambling fight with Yan Yangtian, he not only happily admitted defeat, but also released his ambition that he would definitely defeat himself in the future, Yan Batian was very interested in Yan Yangtian at that time, and now it seems that he is getting more and more satisfied.

After several fierce fighting competitions, the semi-finalists who did not make it to the finals finally stopped the challenge, which also shows that they deserve to rush to the bottom ten of the finals by default.

"All the monks who have entered the semi-finals, are there any of you who continue to challenge?" Chief referee Hao Shaowen waited for a moment, and saw that the monks under the ring did not speak, and then said, "Okay, next, it is the turn of the monks who have entered the last fifty in the finals to challenge, remember that you can only choose the monks who do not exceed your own ranking of ten! First of all, the monks in the hundredth ring will start the challenge!"

Huang Lei, who was defeated by Yan Aomei, glanced at Yan Aomei who was standing in the ninety-sixth ring viciously, and then said with a gloomy face: "I challenge the defender of the ninety-eighth ring!"

The ninety-eighth ring guard was Mo Peiyu, a monk affiliated with the Yan family, who was defeated by Yan Aomei, and Huang Lei held a grudge against the entire Yan family, so he challenged the monks of the Yan family at the beginning.

Huang Lei flew into the ninety-eighth ring, hehe sneered, without saying a word, he directly aimed the dark black iron cylinder launcher in his hand at Mo Peiyu, and knocked out the meridian soul breaking nails in the iron cylinder.

He was afraid that after shooting Yan Aomei, he would be hated by the Yan family, but he didn't have the slightest mercy for a monk who was a vassal of the Yan family.

Mo Peiyu was startled when he saw the dense black mangs shooting, and hurriedly took out a pair of medium-grade spirit weapon iron turtle shields in his hand, and sacrificed them to block it in front of him.

He could see from the bloody aura and majesty emitted by the black mangs that those were just medium-grade spiritual weapons, and it was unlikely that they would break through the fine iron shield. To be on the safe side, Mo Peiyu not only opened the defensive shield with all his might, but also held a medium-grade flame spirit knife across his chest, ready to resist those black rays.

"Bell, bell, ......" The black mang shot on the iron turtle shield, and immediately resounded with a dense clanging sound.

Five or six sonorous loud noises had just sounded, and pits half an inch deep had appeared on the iron turtle shield, and huge cracks suddenly appeared on the shield. There were black nails on the ground, and if you looked closely at these nails, you could see the black dirt coagulated by the black blood on them, filled with a thick smell of bloody filth. Even the iron turtle shield, after being hit by black nails, was contaminated with some black gas.

Mo Peiyu's face changed, he just watched Huang Lei and Yan Aomei's fighting method, Yan Aomei's purple condensation mirror easily banned those black nails, and thought that these black nails were limited, but now after trying it, he realized that these black nails are not so simple.

Mo Peiyu didn't know what these black nails were, but she could clearly feel the fierce filth on these black nails. He knew that most of the filthy things were extremely detrimental to his body after coming into contact with them, so he hurriedly threw the half-scrapped medium-grade spirit weapon Iron Turtle Shield to the ground. The flame spirit knife in his hand quickly slashed out, knocking down the last few black nails that shot to the ground.

These dense black nails come and disappear quickly.

Three gaps appeared on Mo Peiyu's flame spirit knife, which was also inevitably contaminated with black qi.

Mo Peiyu secretly scolded, "Bad luck!", and hurriedly discarded the flame spirit knife, and then silently recited the incantation in his mouth, and with a flick of his fingers, dozens of fist-sized raging fireballs shot towards Huang Lei as fast as lightning, and at the same time, the temperature near the ring also suddenly rose, and a hot breath permeated.

What Mo Peiyu performed was the Fire Spirit Root Cultivator, the most common "Fire Bomb Technique" that everyone must practice.

Seeing this scene, Yan Batian couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly, shook his head and thought: "This Mo Peiyu, I don't know how he rushed into the finals, a late-stage Qi cultivation monk, actually used the 'Fire Bomb Technique' that the early stage of Qi cultivation monk fighting method was performed!"

Just as Yan Batian was about to close his eyes again, Mo Peiyu suddenly kept pinching the handprint method with both hands, and as a result, the dozens of scorching fireballs gradually deformed as they went.

The fireballs slowly stretched out their wings and grew sharp beaks, then turned into a pair of slender claws and tails, and turned into several small and delicate flaming birds.

The destructive power contained in the Flame Bird's body was instantly increased by several times compared to the fireball, and the speed was also greatly increased by several times.

Huang Lei, who originally had a look of disdain, suddenly changed his face, and it was too late to dodge, so he had to frantically urge the mana, agitating the talisman light shield more solidly, and at the same time throwing the golden sword into the air, and the golden sword immediately attacked Mo Peiyu with radiant eyes. I hope that the goal of encircling Wei and saving Zhao can be achieved.

In the face of the golden sword that shot in, Mo Peiyu just dodged to the side, and did not have the slightest intention of blocking it.

Mo Peiyu easily dodged Huang Lei's golden sword, but Huang Lei on the opposite side was slammed into his protective shield by the dozens of flame birds.

Huang Lei's protective light shield only flickered a few times in the flicker, and was easily broken by the flame birds, and several flame birds let out a sharp chirp, flapping their wings, and pounced on his body at the same time.

"Ahh

At the same time that the tragic screams of pain and admitting defeat came out of Huang Lei's mouth, he lay in the ring and rolled over and over again regardless of his image, in order to extinguish the fire on his body.

Seeing Huang Lei admit defeat, the referee directly flicked his robe, and a breeze blew, and the raging flame was blown out.

But Huang Lei's whole body has been burned black, and there are still fire bubbles left on his face. He endured severe pain, got off the ninety-eighth ring in disgrace, and went back to the hundredth ring to heal his injuries.

Yan Batian squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Mo Peiyu, who was still calm after the victory, and said softly: "What a subtle fire control technique, what a low-key Mo Peiyu!"