This completely changed the cognition of all the monks, how could an ordinary mortal without a spiritual root defeat a Qi cultivation stage cultivator? Moreover, a late stage Qi cultivation monk who could defeat the ninth layer of the Qi training stage?

The brains of all the monks present were short-circuited, and their faces were full of incredulity.

Isn't the mortal in the immortal cultivation realm the golden rule of being the enemy of a first-level monk in the Qi cultivation period, and it was broken by a delicate little Lori?

"This ...... What kind of spell is this?"

The eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets, and Gu Leiming, who was immersed in the scene, was also shocked. How could that kind of speed be achieved by an ordinary mortal? After a turn of thought, he immediately regained his composure.

"It's not a spell at all, it's ...... It's a secular martial art, but how can a secular martial art defeat a monk?"

Watching Yan Feiyan grow up, Yan Nanyuan, who is Yan Feiyan's father, is also full of incredulity, although he has a glimmer of hope in his heart, he never thought that this Yan Feiyan, who has always been well-behaved, would have such a violent side, and he could beat Xiong Xiyue, who was an absolute master among the Qi cultivation period cultivators, with one punch, to be seriously injured and vomit blood, and his life and death were unknown.

"Could it be that the golden light emitted from Yan'er's fist will have such great power?"

Thinking back to the punch that Yan Feiyan struck, the fist was covered with a faint golden light, which became wider and larger in the pupils, and then Yan Nanyuan felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

"Brother Zhang Xian, have you seen this scene in another world? You can look at it, Brother Fool finally cultivated Yan'er to become a talent, and it can be regarded as a little repayment, your life-saving grace back then! Do you know how much my heart hurts to see that Yan'er has no future?"

Silent tears flowed slowly in Yan Nanyuan's eyes, and seeing Yan Feiyan's strength, he could no longer control his feelings.

Silence, deathly silence. This is the most apt description of the top and bottom of the ring at this time. It's as if time has stopped running in an instant.

All the monks were like wooden carvings, staring blankly at the two little loli standing and lying in the ring.

The first to break the silence was Xiong Liehuang, the patriarch of the Xiong family's seat, "Yue'er!" In the mournful roar, a towering figure rushed towards the ring like a violent wind.

"Dad, go and protect Yan'er!"

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, Yan Batian, who had always been calm in everything, couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw Xiong Liehuang, who looked like a mad demon.

Xiong Liehuang under the rage, who knows what crazy moves he will make, if he ignores his identity and suddenly kills Yan Feiyan, with Xiong Liehuang's strength in the later stage of building the foundation, it will be easy to take Yan Feiyan's life.

Moreover, when Xiong Liehuang Fei was in the ring, he looked at Yan Feiyan, the resentful gaze in his pupils, and the small movements in his hands, how could he escape the eyes of Yan Batian, who was once an ancestor in the god transformation stage.

While reminding Yan Nanyuan, in the blink of an eye, the golden light on the surface of Yan Batian's body flashed, and the whole person disappeared in place, and a gust of wind was generated out of thin air on the Yan family's seat, which was Yan Batian's extreme speed to bring up a strong wind.

"The Wind Rush"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Batian suddenly used the strongest speed he could exert at this time.

Yan Nanyuan hesitated for a moment, and then thought of the key point, if Yan Feiyan died because of this, he would not be able to atone for his sins even if he died. Immediately flew into the ring.

At the same time, two figures on the seat of the Xiong family flew out at the same time, intercepting Yan Nanyuan's way in mid-air.

The two sides met in the air, and the three of them didn't answer each other, and they didn't care about taking out the spirit weapon to cast their own spells, and Ping Pong fought in one place on the fighting field.

The fighting method entered the white heat at the beginning, and the three of them ruthlessly cast their strongest spells.

The scene was suddenly chaotic, and the aftermath of the mana of the foundation building period cultivators fighting the method was extremely strong, and a capable Qi cultivation period monk below was caught off guard by the mana, and dozens of Qi cultivation period monks who were in the center of the mana died without even snorting.

The Qi cultivation period cultivators who were far away and could still maintain a point of clarity in the panic of the spiritual platform sacrificed their defensive shields one after another, and those who retreated extremely quickly were still swept away by the aftermath of the mana, and countless people were slightly injured and seriously injured.

The cries of the father and the mother came and went, and the injured monks all cried out for bad luck, but none of the monks dared to speak out and ask for the guilt.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yun Yueyue suddenly shook his hand, and a silver handkerchief came out of his hand, this handkerchief rose when he saw the wind, and the silver light was released, and in the blink of an eye, all the monks of the Yan family were protected in it, and the aftermath of mana hit the handkerchief, like a rhinoceros like water.

At the same time, many foundation-building period monks also sacrificed defensive spiritual weapons to protect the Qi cultivation period monks who wanted to protect them, just like Yun Yinyue.

"Stop!"

A deafening roar fell from the sky.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying aura of the Jindan period monks' coercion spread across the fighting field with this loud roar, as if they were descending from the immortals, enveloping the three foundation building period monks who were fighting in the air, which was the majesty emanating from the Jindan period monks.

Under the coercion of this huge Jindan period monk, the three foundation-building monks who were fighting in the sky, including Yan Nanyuan, all turned pale with horror, and their souls were unstoppable.

The three foundation-building monks fell directly to the ground from a high altitude, all of them fell to the ground, how could there be the supreme majesty of the foundation-building period monks?

Yan Nanyuan, who was shocked, gritted his teeth, his body trembled slightly, and he forcibly used his mana to resist the terrifying pressure from the Jindan period monk, and then stood up tremblingly.

After a long while, the two foundation building period monks of the Xiong family, who had almost lost their minds in the great coercion and panic, gradually recovered, and their minds came to their senses, and then they slowly stood up, but their legs still trembled for no reason.

After all, the foundation building period monk had a very high mind, and knew that if this Jindan stage monk had the heart to take their lives, he would just do it with a gesture and not worry about his life, and the fear in his heart would naturally subside a lot.

The lower realm monks were so vulnerable when they met the middle realm monks, and the coercion released alone made them powerless to fight back, which made the two of them terrified.

Yan Nanyuan, who got up one step ahead of them, although he was also terrified in his heart, he was not as unbearable as them.

The Jindan period monk was dressed in a golden robe, his figure was straight, and he stood in the air above the fighting arena with his hands in the air. The eyebrows are like swords, and there is a terrifying light in the eyes. He stood in the air above the Fighting Arena, like an ancient beast, staring closely at the three foundation building period monks on the ground.