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The fourth session of the Dongtu Conference has begun, but for some reason the field is obviously divided into two major factions, one side is a handsome young man, wearing a silver-white robe, the corners of his clothes are swinging in the wind, quite chic at the moment is looking at the three people opposite with a sneer.

On the other side is the master sent by the three major families of Lanhe City, and the one sent by the Hundred Family League is a woman in a green shirt, the woman has a beautiful face, about thirty years old, a woman dressed as a woman, holding a pair of short Emei thorns in both hands, her face is pale and bloodless, and her expression is cold.

The Bai family sent a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a full bearded face, tall and mighty, holding a wide giant hammer in his hand, which looked like he was hundreds of pounds.

The Yun family sent Zhao Ji, at this moment he was wearing a yellow robe, panting, his right hand was lowered, the sleeve robe on it had long been burned to black charcoal and disappeared, the blood on his arms was dripping, his skin was rolled up, and there were bursts of white smoke, exuding the fragrance of meat.

The three of them stared at the silver-robed man opposite them as if they had seen a poisonous scorpion, with a frightened look on their faces, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Suddenly, the silver-robed man raised his index finger, and a circle of flames gathered along the airflow to the tip of the man's fingers, slowly gathering and getting bigger, but after two or three breaths, it turned into a fireball the size of a bucket.

Zhao Ji and the others felt a pang in their hearts, they knew the power of this fireball, and when they saw the fireball coming, they scattered one by one to dodge, not daring to resist.

In just a moment, there was another roaring crackling sound, and the place where the three of them had been standing was surrounded by raging fire, and then the flames were extinguished, leaving a pit half a foot wide in place.

The sound of "whoosh" was loud, and I don't know how many fireballs flew out of the hands of the silver-robed man, only to see that his ten fingers flicked, and the flying fireballs kept pressing the three people opposite, making them flee in embarrassment, and he was smiling and very calm, as if this was not a contest of martial arts, but a game of cat and mouse.

"I throw in the towel."

After a series of tired Zhao Ji made a mistake, he was hit by three fireballs one after another, his whole body was charred black, and he said the words of admitting defeat with a dying breath.

"Hehe, the Ziyan of the fourth Silver Light Club overwhelmed the audience and won the fourth victory, which also gave us a different way of competing.

The short and fat man swayed into the middle of the arena, except for the man named Ziyan of the Silver Light Society, who walked out of the ring in a floating manner, the other three were carried away.

Soon another elegant and dashing silver-robed man walked out of the Silver Light Society, he pointed his toes on the ground, floating up like a fairy, and slowly floated towards the center of the venue.

"We don't compete in the fifth game."

At this moment, the Hundred Families League suddenly released this sentence for some reason, which shocked everyone in the audience.

"Since the Hundred Families Alliance will not participate in this competition, then Master Yunzhuang, now you are left." The short and fat man was stunned for a while, and then he digested the sex of the Hundred Families Alliance, and then he looked at Yun Tianhe with a smile on his face and asked.

Yun Tianhe remembered the previous two battles, and couldn't help but be smart, he looked at Huang Yixian, and didn't think of a good statement for a while.

In the third game, the Yun family sent Zhang Liang, originally thought that he had profound internal skills and excellent martial arts, and he would definitely be able to shine at this Dongtu Conference.

Zhang Liang was originally a meat shield type, rough skin and thick flesh is his forte, and the monk who used the wind blade was elegant and agile, none of the three families in the field could touch him, and they all became his targets.

With Zhang Liang's previous experience, although Zhao Ji fought hard with the opposite fire monk in the fourth game, his right arm was almost scrapped, and he no longer dared to take such a risk, and when he saw that the situation was wrong, he admitted defeat early, which was regarded as picking up a life.

When Tianchen rushed back to the competition platform, the fifth game was about to start, only to see three people standing on the competition platform, Tianchen only knew one Huang Yixian, and two others, one of them was a man in a silver robe, obviously a person from the Silver Light Society.

Just as the short and fat man who presided over the competition wanted to say that he would start the competition, the black-robed man wearing a hat admitted defeat.

"I admit defeat, the Silver Light Club is full of talents, and I think I am not an opponent."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar under the ring, and the silver light would rise two times in a row, plus there were two who admitted defeat and retreated before the war started, and for a while the silver light club became the focus, and everyone turned their heads and talked about it.

Tianchen also glanced at the black-robed man a little stunned, the black-robed man seemed to feel Tianchen's gaze, and as soon as his eyes turned, the two looked directly at each other, and then the black-robed man moved away as if nothing happened.

Tianchen felt confused, although it was only for a moment, but the black-robed man's gaze gave him a familiar feeling, he thought about it for a while, but he didn't remember who it was.

The black-robed man walked dejectedly to the edge of the venue, the disdainful looks of the people watching the play below did not affect his decision in the slightest, Bai Qian's face in the stands was flushed, but he was helpless, after all, in the face of absolute strength, no one could change the result, and he didn't want to die yet.

"Haha, it's another one, how about it? It's too late to admit defeat now?" The silver-robed man laughed, glanced at the black-robed young man with sarcasm, and then turned to look at Huang Yixian, his expression full of anticipation.

"I don't care what kind of heavenly power Your Excellency has, Huang will never give up until he sees it." Huang Yixian was actually high-spirited, his face was full of eagerness, and he said.

"Okay, it's a man, it's a lot better than the other two, and it seems to be a little dependent, I hope you don't let me down." The silver-robed man looked quite interested, and praised Huang Yi first, and then became gloomy.

The silver-robed man raised his eyebrows, raised his right hand slightly, and gently touched Huang Yixian, and the temperature of the entire venue dropped in an instant, making people feel a slight chill.

Huang Yi clenched his fists first, let out a low cry, and his fists came out together, instantly striking out five punches, shattering all the ice picks.

Huang Yixian snorted coldly, his fists closed in front of his chest, and the two fists collided and shattered those frosts in the air.

Then the silver-robed man used the icicle attack again, but the number was doubled.With the last experience, Huang Yixian was no longer willing to force these icicles, his feet moved, and his body quickly dodged, as if he was still above Tianchen's eight-step star chasing.

Huang Yixian's rapid advance made the silver-robed man a little surprised, only to see that he was swirling all over his body, and his body was erratic, avoiding Huang Yixian.

"Hehe, the body technique is not bad, but if the attack range is ten times larger, it depends on how you dodge!"

The silver-robed man's face was embarrassed, his eyebrows were twisted, the corners of his mouth were curled, his right hand in mid-air was pinched, and his left hand was also a strange magic decision, the two hands were intertwined with each other, and at the same time, he recited a strange spell in his mouth, and the aura around his body rippled.

Then the silver-robed man took out a silver rune from nowhere in his right hand, he looked at the rune, and his face showed a trace of reluctance.

Suddenly, Huang Yixian only felt that the air around him fluctuated, and at the same time, the temperature plummeted, and one by one the white crystal frost dots surrounded him in the middle of the air hood, and grew and grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into ice picks more than two inches long, dense, and there were no less than 100 at a glance.

"Go." The silver-robed man was sneering, a little Huang Yixian, and more than 100 pieces immediately rushed towards him.

Huang Yixian's face was extremely gloomy, and he had thought of countless pictures in his mind, but he couldn't escape such a large-scale siege.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his body was lowered, and he ran his body to the extreme, not retreating but advancing, waving his hands into the wind to protect the vital place, and passing directly through the ice picks in front of him.

Huang Yixian punched a heavy punch with his right hand and hit this person hard.

"Ha, stupid."

The silver-robed man sneered, raised his hand with one hand, and the temperature around his body instantly dropped to freezing, and a strong cold wind appeared in front of him for no reason, rotating rapidly in a spiral suit, and then flew upward, just for a moment, a five- or six-inch-thick ice wall was in a semicircle between Tianchen and the silver-robed man.

"Boom", with a loud bang, Huang Yixian's fist slammed into the ice wall, denting it three or four inches, and the huge impact also made him take three steps back.

Huang Yi gasped first, looking at the ice wall in front of him and feeling incredible.At the same time, his right hand was as white as jade, with a thick layer of frost attached, and a cold and piercing numbness came from the palm of his hand.

Just a breath, the ice wall came out with a burst of cold air, and the recessed place was quickly recovered, if it wasn't for Huang Yixian's arm withdrawn quickly, I was afraid that he would be frozen in it.

The silver-robed man took advantage of this gap to reposition Tianchen's position, and the ice picks in mid-air reversed one by one, and they all rushed towards Huang Yixian, and the sky was full of silver light, which was quite magnificent.

Huang Yixian didn't care about the situation behind him, only to see him swing his fist again, hitting the ice wall, and in an instant, he actually threw seven or eight punches.

Seeing this, the silver-robed man chuckled, only to think that this was Huang Yixian's dying struggle, because at this point the ice wall was already more than ten inches thick.

As soon as he thought of this, he concentrated his energy at the moment and used his magic tricks to establish his prestige in front of everyone.

Huang Yixian sneered, his body paused slightly, gathered strength, and smashed his fist out with his right hand, his fist slammed into the ice wall, his sleeves agitated, and a silver light shot out from it.

Huang Yixian's face was happy, and the figure flashed, and he passed through the entrance of the cave.

"How is that possible!"

The silver-robed man was taken aback, and his body turned to the side without thinking about it, but he still didn't dodge Huang Yixian's attack, his right shoulder hurt, and an object with a sword hilt pierced his shoulder.

Huang Yi first held the hilt of the sword, but with a slight movement, a silver moon flashed, and he cut off the right arm of the silver-robed man, and then his body rushed forward, and most of the ice picks behind him smashed on the broken ice wall, like the sound of glass breaking.

The ice wall of the icicle shattered, splashing a cloud of ice slag, and a mist gradually rose from the surface, making it impossible to see inside.

Huang Yi first held the sword in his sleeve, and looked coldly at the fog that gradually dispersed, because he couldn't see the figure on the other side clearly, he didn't dare to move for a while.

Gradually, the mist did not dissipate, but became thicker and thicker, and a cool feeling rushed down his back to the top of his head, and Huang Yixian's body subconsciously flashed to the right.

I heard a thunderclap sound in mid-air, and a cyan thunderbolt slashed down from the air, the target was where he was standing, the lightning was extremely powerful, and the ground burst open in an instant, blasting out a deep pit a foot wide.

Huang Yixian's face turned blue for a while, and he glanced at the dirt pit, and he was afraid for a while.

On the other side turned out to be a monk who thought that the ice and thunder double cultivation, and the attainments of the two spells were extraordinary.

Because there is a cultivator qi shield in the ring, it is equivalent to an isolated place, so it is difficult for the smoke to disperse, and it is difficult to find out the location of the silver-robed man with the naked eye alone, thinking of this, Huang Yixian slowly closed his eyes.

Most of the people outside the field couldn't see the situation inside the field at this time, except for Huang Yi who broke the ice wall first and broke the right arm of the silver-robed man, which made everyone feel extremely surprised.

For a while, everyone was anxious, and they couldn't wait to rush in and see for themselves how the two masters fought to the death.

Suddenly, three more cyan rays of light flashed out of the mist, only this time in addition to the sound of thunderclaps, there was also a man's scream.

Gradually, the mist slowly dissipated, revealing the situation inside, only to see the silver-robed man lying on the ground, his right arm was broken at the shoulder but no blood flowed, the palm of his left hand was hit by a heavy object, and it was stuck under the ground, and the robe was stained with blood, and his mouth was trembling, and his face was full of horror.

Because Huang Yixian was half-kneeling beside him, holding the sword in his right hand across the neck of the rider.

It turned out that Huang Yi first used the stones on the ground to throw it to the side to guide the silver-robed man to attack the direction, and then took the opportunity to find the man's spell casting, and there would be a flash of light in his hand!

Huang Yi's first body was extremely fast, plus the silver-robed man had broken an arm, and the full force of this thunder and lightning had already made it limit, and he could only rely on the fog as a cover, and there was no defense at all, so he took it down in one fell swoop.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and under the signal of the short and fat man, the immortal qi mask slowly faded and finally disappeared, and the short and fat man stood in the center of the field in a few flashes.

"It's really a wonderful competition, because Xiao Luo is no longer able to fight again, I judge this game, Huang Yi won first.

The short and fat man walked up to Huang Yixian, with a smile on his face, as long as he was not blind, he could see that after this battle, there would be a person with an unlimited future in Lanhe City.

After listening to the verdict, Huang Yi spoke before moving the sword from the neck of the silver-robed man.

He stared at the sword in his sleeve for a while, and then glanced at the silver-robed man a few times, as if he hadn't heard the short and fat man's slightly flattering words, but the other party didn't mind, and still stood aside with a smile.

"It seems that the biggest difference between spiritual cultivation and martial cultivation is here.The energy of spiritual cultivation is used to cultivate spells, and the body is no different from that of mortals.If you encounter a martial cultivator who is quick in body and has deep martial arts, once you are close to him, you will be defeated so miserably. Tianchen looked at the silver-robed man lying on the ground unable to move, and thought to himself.