"If challenger No. 100 fails to challenge, one chance to challenge will be deducted. Next, Ninety-Nine!"

The judges of the 91st to 100th ring announced without the slightest fluctuation in their emotions.

"I'm also challenging the defenders of ring ninety-eight!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the monk of the ninety-ninth ring had already jumped out of the ring. This monk was dressed in white, the same age as Mo Peiyu, and his face was excited, it was obvious that he saw that Mo Peiyu's spiritual weapon was damaged by Huang Lei's Meridian Soul Breaking Nail, and he wanted to ask for a ready-made bargain.

Flying into the ninety-eighth ring, the white-clothed monk saluted Mo Peiyu very politely, but the contempt in his eyes was not hidden deeply.

Seeing this, the corners of Mo Peiyu's mouth curled, and she arched her hand casually. When the white-clothed monk saw this, there was a faint look of annoyance on his face.

Immediately, the white-clothed young man suddenly had a trace of fierceness on his face, and immediately pinched his hands, and suddenly a flash of fire flashed all over his body, and a layer of hot and crystalline talisman light appeared on his body. Then he raised his hand, five fingers and one finger, and a red orb spirit weapon the size of an egg suddenly floated in his hand.

The sound of incantations came from the mouth of the young man in white, and the handprint spell was also played at the same time, and it seemed that he was ready to urge this spirit weapon to attack Mo Peiyu.

"Medium-grade spirit weapon, fire wave bead!"

Mo Peiyu looked up at the white-clothed monk, only to see that he was preoccupied with urging the fire wave beads, ignoring his actions at all, and seemed to be confident in his shield.

Mo Peiyu was secretly happy in his heart, since the other party didn't take him seriously, then he honestly and unceremoniously rubbed his hands and raised them at the same time.

After a burst of red light, dozens of fist-sized fireballs shot out from his hands like swarms, and struck straight at the white-clothed monk on the opposite side, and gradually changed into a bird flame form as they went.

At this time, the fire wave beads floating in the whitefriar's hand had already begun to appear flames, and he could immediately start driving the attack on the enemy. But his color immediately changed and he found that the flames on the Fire Wave Bead were not as bright as they were when they were used before, but were constantly languishing, as if the fire aura in the Fire Wave Bead had been suddenly withdrawn.

The whitefriar looked up, and what caught his eye was the astonishing sight of dozens of flaming birds hitting his shield at the same time. A series of "boom" popping sounds suddenly became loud, and the dazzling red light flashed in front of his eyes in an instant, making the whitefriar's eyes almost unable to see.

The crystal shield on his body only lasted for a few seconds before it shattered painfully. Seeing that the incomparably hot flame bird was about to rush over and completely drown it.

The white-clothed monk suddenly let out a pale exclamation, and he retreated in fear to flee.

But at this critical moment, the dozens of flame birds actually surrounded and did not attack, but only made a sharp chirp around the white-clothed monk, and the intention of intimidation could not be understood.

At this point, even if the white-clothed monk was stupid, he knew that the other party was merciful. immediately shouted: "Thank you for not killing, I admit defeat!"

Hearing this, Mo Peiyu waved the handprint a few times, and the dozens of flame birds gradually disappeared into the air. It's just that his face is red, and the sound of wheezing is also coming.

The white-clothed monk was secretly glad that if he was like Huang Lei, he launched a vicious attack just after entering the ring, and the end would definitely not be much better than him.

"Ninety-nine challenge failed, the next ninety-eight!"

The referee glanced at Mo Peiyu meaningfully and said without saying much.

"I've already tried the fighting method twice, and the mana consumption is already too large, so I decided to give up this opportunity to challenge!"

Mo Peiyu coughed dryly a few times and said slowly.

"Yes! The next Challenger Ninety-Seven!"

"I'm challenging the ninety-sixth ring, Yan Aomei!"

"Permission!"

The ninety-seventh ring is a young female monk with a bit of beauty, but compared with the charming and moving Yan Aomei, it is not half a star.

After the two girls exchanged a few words of greetings in the ring, the female monk who challenged immediately sacrificed a white glittering Changge, which was quite powerful.

"'Platinum Go' is nothing more than that!"

Yan Aomei giggled, raised one hand, and a ball of purple light came out of her hand, it was she who sacrificed the purple condensation mirror again, and the purple light instantly enveloped Bai Jinge, and the trend of Bai Jinge falling was suddenly imprisoned. Then her figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

Seeing this, the female monk's face changed dramatically, and her hands hurriedly made a mudra spell, wanting to use a detection spell to force Yan Aomei out. But suddenly a red mist flew out from behind her, enveloping him in one fell swoop.

With a "poof", the friar immediately rolled over and fell.

"Ninety-seven failed challenge, the next ninety-six. ”

The referee, who was presiding over the fighting competition at high altitude, immediately announced.

"Yan Nanwu is really willing, not only lent the Purple Condensing Mirror to Yan Aomei, but even the Drunken Immortal Gourd!"

"Who let the family have a multi-treasure elder? Yan Nanwu is mediocre in terms of cultivation talent, but people can refine pills, and they have a hobby of collecting all kinds of strange spiritual weapons, and now Yan Aomei is in the late stage of advanced qi training, it is not too difficult to borrow a few spiritual weapons from the elders!"

"Who knows how many strange spiritual weapons Yan Nanwu will lend Yan Aomei?"

Many of the monks watching the battle under the ring were talking indignantly, but there was nothing they could do, after all, there were many spiritual weapons in the family, and you couldn't envy it.

Yan Aomei in the ring, when she heard the referee announce the results of the competition, she immediately took out a small bottle from the storage bag and shook it lightly under the nose of the unconscious friar.

The friar slowly woke up again. When she realized what had happened, she flew out of the ring with a flushed face.

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

As soon as the female monk flew out of the ring, Yan Aomei immediately said with a smile on her face.

"Permission!"

Yan Aomei gritted her silver teeth and flew to the ninety-first ring. She had little confidence in the defender who would win the 91st ring, but she had to fight for a good position.

The keeper of the ninety-first ring was a young monk who looked old and was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old. Seeing Yan Aomei in the ring, her brows tightened, as if she was thinking about how to win.

"Daoyou's Purple Condensation Mirror, Binding Spirit Rope, and Drunken Immortal Gourd are all partial spiritual weapons, and they are indeed difficult to deal with, but I am confident that I can still deal with them, if Daoyou has no other means, I should admit defeat and retreat, lest I miss and hurt Daoyou, then it will be bad!"