Feng Hai's arrogant voice echoed in the Spring and Autumn Palace.

During the banquet, except for those scattered cultivators, most of them were smiling, and they had just seen a good show.

Everyone looked at the battle platform, glancing at the group of people who were scattered from time to time, as if they wanted to see if there were any fools who went up to be beaten.

A kind of loose cultivator gritted his teeth, angry and ashamed, but he couldn't do anything, because once they stood up, they would be carried away by the guards on both sides of the hall in a short time.

"I'm coming!"

A calm voice suddenly sounded, breaking the not-so-noisy but lively scene.

Li Zhou stood up.

He slowly walked out of the table and walked under the battle platform.

The smiles on the faces of countless people froze slightly, and their eyes became curious, and there was even a little expectation in their eyes.

This is the Tianjiao who just rejected the Kunlun Daomen and the Yunzhou Dao Palace.

Contemplating from the extreme, thirty-six veins.

The dazzling scene just now is vivid.

Feng Hai is not looking at the upper realm, can he be his opponent?

Countless people seem to have an answer in their hearts, but they still have some expectations, just like those gamblers outside the Jinyang gambling house, they know that there is a high probability of losing when they walk in, but they are still willing to expect that very small probability.

"You've played nine games, do you want to take a break?"

Li Zhou stepped onto the battle platform, looking at Feng Hai with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Hai's pupils shrank slightly, and the flushing on his face faded slightly.

He knew that he was inferior to Li Zhou in front of him in terms of realm and talent, but he had already won nine games in a row, and one game was ten consecutive wins, and if he could win this one, then he would definitely be able to leave an excellent impression in front of Elder Yang, and even be able to directly make a name for himself.

After all, such a Tianjiao was defeated by himself, which is enough to prove that he is better than him.

"Okay, I'll rest for a while!"

Feng Hai stared at Li Zhou to speak, and then swallowed the pill and meditated to recover.

Although the nine battles were crushing victories for him, they still consumed a little spiritual power, and he wanted to rest, not to recover that little bit of spiritual power, but to calm his state of mind.

The more he meditated, the more he felt that he had agreed a little too quickly.

With his cultivation, how could he defeat Li Zhou across the border?

Forget it, it's a good thing if you can tie with it, after all, the talent and realm are not as good as the other party, and if you can tie it, it's a beautiful talk.

Feng Hai gritted his teeth and stood up, he walked to the side of the battle platform, looked at Li Zhou vigilantly, and said, "Okay, come on!"

Li Zhou smiled faintly, thinking that Feng Hai would calm down after meditating and admit defeat directly, but he didn't expect to fight.

If this person can't think of it himself, then no matter how much time he gives him, he can't be reasonable.

Compared with the posture of sealing the sea and waiting for the battle, Li Zhou loosened and clenched the heads of his arms, repeating it several times, as if it was like a lively body before a street slipper fight.

Seeing this, Feng Hai's face sank suddenly.

"Look at the punch!"

Feng Hai gritted his teeth, mobilized the spiritual power around his body, and swept out in one step, the fist in his hand covered his entire arm with a ball of blue-blue spiritual power.

The fist wind tore through the air and came directly towards Li Zhou's chest.

Li Zhou calmly watched the fist from far to near, and then the fist clenched tightly, condensing the spiritual power on his body in the palm of his hand, and the light of the spiritual power was wrapped in the fist for a while.

When Feng Hai's fist appeared a foot in front of him.

Li Zhou took a sideways step, swept out, and swung out his right arm, and the crimson spiritual power leaked out from his fist body, like sand leaking in the wind, floating in the void like a pale red streamer.

Bang!

Punch for fist.

The blue-blue spiritual power on Feng Hai's fist body instantly poured out, wrapping Li Zhou's fist.

The red glow bloomed in Li Zhou's fist, dazzling like the stars of the Nine Heavens, and the surging spiritual power surged out like a river bursting its embankment, directly dispersing all the blue spiritual power.

The terrifying spiritual power passed through his fist and slammed into Feng Hai's fist.

It's like a crimson meteor hammer smashing into an egg.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking inch by inch resounded on the battle platform.

Feng Hai's entire arm didn't have time to retract, and it was directly bent in an instant, and the terrifying spiritual power exploded on his arm, blasting the brocade sleeves into rags all over the sky, and countless drops of blood rushed out at the same time as the cracking sound, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Spiritual power spread from Feng Hai's arm to his chest, and the whole person shot out like a cannonball.

Boom!

With a loud bang, his body slammed into the enchantment, and the spiritual power blasted through his shoulder, rippling in circles.

It seemed like an ordinary punch, but Li Zhou used nearly ten points of strength.

After all, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, and he also wants to test his combat strength.

As a result, looking at the sealed sea that was beaten and stuck to the enchantment not far away, and the blood gushed all over his body, he saw that he looked at himself with resentment for the last time, and then the whole person rolled his eyes and passed out.

Feng Hai was like a dead fish, lying motionless on the battle platform, blood stains slowly spreading out from his arms to the back of his shoulders, staining half of his body red, the tragic situation was amazing.

Li Zhou subconsciously took a deep breath, withdrew his fist, and looked at his arm with some surprise.

It seems that he didn't waste a few months of cultivating so hard.

"Hiss......"

After everyone in the hall saw this scene, Qi Qi'an was silent for a moment, and then gasped.

Although they knew that Li Zhou's talent was strong, and they also knew that Li Zhou's realm was high, they didn't expect it to be so strong and so high, that they would knock Feng Hai unconscious with a punch, completely crushing the past.

The sect disciples on the left side were also buzzing, and they were doubting whether they had this combat power when they were contemplating their own realm.

On the seats in front of the hall, Yang Zhijie's face sank when he saw this.

"Boy, you're too vicious, aren't you, obviously cultivating to be higher than Feng Hai and using such a strong force, isn't it sincere to retaliate?" Yang Zhijie looked at Li Zhou and said coldly.

At this time, Feng Hai could already be regarded as a disciple of his Changbai Sword Sect.

I thought that if I accepted a disciple to win nine consecutive victories at the Spring and Autumn Banquet, I could be regarded as having an explanation, but I didn't expect to be seriously injured by Li Zhouquan, and I don't know if there will be any sequelae.

"Huh!"

As the enchantment dissipated, Li Zhou smiled coldly, he looked up at Yang Zhijie and said, "How shameless are you to say such a thing, didn't he treat those loose cultivators like this just now?"

"What kind of sincere revenge is talking, is it true that the battle platform of the Spring and Autumn Banquet does not allow people who sincerely retaliate?"

"And just seal the sea and such garbage, you will never sincerely retaliate against him?"

Three rhetorical questions in a row resounded in the hall, but they made Yang Zhijie blush.

"Good!"

Chen Changan clapped his hands and applauded, and looked at Li Zhou with a smile on his face: "Brother Li said well, it's really happy!"

"Where, where. Li Zhou scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

Seeing this, Yang Zhijie stared at Chen Changan with cold eyes, he attributed all this to Chen Changan's revenge on the Changbai Sword Sect, but what about revenge, at this moment, he couldn't make a direct move in front of everyone's eyes, and he couldn't help Chen Changan at all.

"What is Elder Yang looking at me like this, isn't the Spring and Autumn Banquet allowed to cheer?" Chen Changan looked at Yang Zhijie with a smile on his face.

Yang Zhijie was so angry when he heard this, but he still forcibly held back his anger, and lowered his voice and said: "It's just that defeating a disciple of our sect who has not yet fully entered makes you proud like this, if a disciple of my sect makes a move, you have no chance at all!"

"Okay, then ask the disciples of your sect to take action!" Li Zhou glanced at his eyes and said abruptly.

Now that he is on stage, he will play a few more games and have fun.

"Hmph, you're not worthy!" Yang Zhijie glanced at Li Zhou coldly, and then waved his hand to signal the people on the side to carry Feng Hai away.

Li Zhou's eyes flickered, and he opened his mouth and said: "Yes, I am indeed unworthy, after all, I am a disciple who will die if I go to the Tang Mansion, how dare I fight, if I die in my hands, won't I be blackmailed by you?"

When the words fell, he also snorted and turned his face away.

Yang Zhijie's face instantly gloomy when he heard this, he almost couldn't help but do it directly, the Changbai Sword Sect went to the Tang family to kill people instead of killing a disciple, this was a scar in his heart, but Li Zhou uncovered this scar in public, and mocked him with this topic.

"The yellow-mouthed child will only take advantage of his tongue!"

Yang Zhijie said coldly, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

He can't deal with Li Zhou, if he wins, he will lose face, and if he loses, he will lose face.

Li Zhou didn't give in: "If you have the ability, you will send someone up to beat me!"

"I don't even dare to fight, I think it's you who will only take advantage of your tongue!"

"Old Wang Ba!"

Li Zhou's mouth was fragrant, and he had more than ten breaths.

Everyone in the hall was a little surprised when they saw this, so it's a Tianjiao, is it so imageless?

Seeing this, Bai Ya in front of the hall couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What interesting people.

This scene fell into Li Zhou's eyes, and he also grinned.

Yang Zhijie's face turned a little dark, but he just sat like that, ignoring Li Zhou, and ignoring him with an iron heart.

"Forget it, since you Changbai Sword Sect people don't want to fight me, I'll just choose one or two more opponents!" Li Zhou saw that Yang Zhijie had not spoken, so he didn't bother to entangle.

Before he walked to the battle platform, his gaze swept towards the sect disciple on the left, ready to pick another opponent.

The disciples of those sects were a little restless, especially the disciples who were about the same level as Li Zhou, for fear of being challenged by Li Zhou, and they would really lose face once they lost.

Of course, these fidgeting sect disciples did not include those of the Changbai Sword Sect, after all, they were already eager to bury their heads in the cracks in the ground.

In the Kunlun Dao Gate, Jiang Huaqing calmly looked at Li Zhou on the battle platform.

He kind of wanted to make a move, but if he thought about taking in a little junior sister for a while, he had to endure it first, so as not to leave a bad impression.

"Zhan Xuan, yes, it's you!"

Li Zhou stood on the battle platform, his eyes finally locked on Zhan Xuan on the back of the Kunlun Dao Gate, and said with a smile on his face.

He remembered that Zhan Xuan mocked him a lot when he first came on stage, of course, mainly because she was uncomfortable, so he simply fought it directly.