He Ping looked at the short stubble of vines all over the ground, the corners of his mouth were hooked, his hands pinched the magic trick, and shouted: "All things are born!"

A circle of pale green ripples burst out from He Ping's body and rippled around. With a snort, the vines that had just been burned by the flames suddenly regained their vitality and grew wildly.

At this time, the vines, the thickness of an adult's arm, writhed wildly and extended, like pythons, rushing out of the sand and rushing into the sky.

The handsome monk was shocked, these vines were too many, too thick.

He wanted to jump, but suddenly there was a numbness under his feet, and a thick vine wrapped around him, and locked him firmly in one fell swoop.

The handsome monk sent a fire bomb and set the vine on fire, but the vine was too thick to burn for a moment.

It was just this moment's delay that the surrounding vines actually grew to more than a person's height, forming a forest of vines and submerging the handsome monk.

He Ping stretched out his finger, pointed it high into the air, and lightly touched it.

The handsome monk pinched the spell one after another, and the power of flames was released, forming a huge web of flames around him, which looked like a huge fireball from a distance.

The surrounding vines, bumping against the giant net, swished and bounced away like an electric shock.

The vines could not penetrate the flame net, and the handsome young man could not break out of the vine forest.

How can we break these vines? Junlang was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a deep voice sound: "No. 126 wins!"

He hadn't yet conceded defeat! At this moment, he heard the whirring wind, and above his head, a black disc whistled down, with a terrifying coercion.

What is this? It's the size of a room.

A bluefriar burst into formation, leaping to his feet and striking the edge of the massive disc with both fists.

With a bang, the disc tilted and flew to the side.

The handsome monk gasped, where is this disc, it turned out to be a huge giant tree!

The bluefriar was shaken back two steps and landed on the sand.

Knock –

With a great tremor, the giant tree poked into the yellow sand, like a huge column, crooked, and erected on the sand.

The handsome monk only felt a chill down his spine, and a cold sweat broke out. The one on the other side is so cunning, not only using the impact of the high altitude, but also using the visual error. If you had just hard-wired this "disc", you would have been flattened by now.

In this competition, although it was not said that the other party's life should not be harmed, but outside of each formation, there are two inner disciples guarding it, and generally when there is a danger to life, the inner disciples will help block it.

The surrounding formations were withdrawn, the rolling yellow sand and the exaggerated giant tree disappeared, and He Ping walked out.

Two days later, He Ping ushered in the third battle.

This time, the formation turned into a stone field.

It seems that after countless years of wind and sun, the stone has become rugged and the surface is grayish-white. In the cracks of the stones, weeds are lined up. A canopy of vitex flowers, full of purple vitex flowers, exudes a strong fragrance. A fat bee hovers and makes a buzzing sound.

The scene in the circle is too real, like the real thing.

He Ping's opponent in the third game was a handsome young man with a long sword in his hand, standing opposite He Ping.

"Under Sun Haoyuan, please give me more advice!"

The young man is only a sixth-level Qi practitioner, but he looks full of confidence.

Of course, just because the other party is just a teenager, He Ping can't despise him.

He Ping took out the long sword, arched his hand, stepped on the ground, and rushed over.

He Ping's long sword stabbed straight into the opponent's heart.

Sun Haoyuan drew an arc under his feet, and his body slid out lightly.

He Ping suddenly realized that at some point, a layer of ice had formed in the place where Sun Haoyuan was.

The stone ground is already rugged, and the feet are stepping on it, and it is constantly slipping.

Sun Haoyuan chuckled lightly and played one trick after another again.

On the rocky ground, weeds and bauhinia began to surge, whining in the wind.

He Ping was originally a little unstable under his feet, and under the strong wind, his steps staggered.

The young man is actually a spiritual root of two systems of feng shui, and with the combination of the two spells, the effect is even more amazing.

He Ping stomped on the ground, ice chips splashed, and a deep footprint appeared on the ground.

He Ping finally stood firm, silently reciting the mantra in his mouth, and a green shadow spread, turning into a turquoise spear, floating in the air.

Sun Haoyuan held the sword in both hands, and with a horizontal swing, the sword emitted cyan sword rays, arranged in a long cyan chain, and twisted towards He Ping's waist.

He Ping pinched the magic trick, and with a snort, the turquoise spear condensed in front of him flew forward and stabbed around the young man's body.

He Ping's long sword was lightly picked, and when there were a few crisp sounds, the sword was shattered and turned into a little white light.

There were dozens of turquoise spears, and Sun Haoyuan slid under his feet, trying to dodge the spear's attack. Suddenly, he realized that these spears could deflect with his shape.

Sun Haoyuan silently recited the incantation, and a wall of ice emerged, blocking in front of him, and with a stroke of his arm, he summoned a large cyan shield.

Bang Bang Bang!

Like rain hitting plantains, the spear struck the ice wall, and with a bang, the spear continued to attack, and the ice wall cracked and shattered into ice.

The rest of the spear continued to stab forward, knock knock, knock knock on the giant shield, Sun Haoyuan was knocked back again and again.

Resisting this wavelength spear, Sun Haoyuan once again condensed his mana, and one after another spells were played.

The winds around were more intense, and there were whirlwinds.

I don't know when it started, and a white mist appeared on the ground. The whirlwind swirled, and the white mist rolled like waves.

A moment later, He Ping's surroundings were already flooded with white mist, and nothing could be seen.

Sun Haoyuan opened his hands, and a small cyan crescent moon appeared in his palm, and under the urging of spiritual power, the crescent began to rotate rapidly, and as the speed continued to increase, the crescent moon became larger and larger, gradually growing to a length of half a foot.

Sun Haoyuan pushed forward with both hands, and the cyan crescent moon flew forward violently, burrowed into the mist, and disappeared.

At this moment, He Ping's eyes couldn't see, knowing that Sun Haoyuan must have a back hand, and silently reciting the magic trick, a huge green shield suddenly appeared and floated in front of him.

One by one, the crescent moon flew and struck the giant shield, which trembled slightly.

In the white mist, He Ping frowned, although the opponent's attack power was not strong, but he couldn't see others at all, how could he attack?

Seeing that the crescent moon could not work, Sun Haoyuan gritted his teeth and injected spiritual power into the long sword little by little. With the infusion of spiritual power, the sword actually grew bigger little by little, and after a while, it grew to more than two zhang long.

Sun Haoyuan jumped up, raised his long sword, and slashed down.

The long sword split through the thick fog and took He Ping's head directly.

He Ping heard the sound of the wind overhead, kicked the ground with both feet, and jumped to the side, but he could avoid the slash of the giant sword.

With a bang, the giant sword slashed to the ground, sending ice chips and rubble flying, cutting a deep crack into the ground.

Taking advantage of the fact that the giant sword landed on the ground and was not raised, He Ping jumped up suddenly, clenched the long sword, and stabbed against the giant sword.

The greatsword shrank suddenly, and with a clang, the swords collided together.

The enemy is here! He Ping didn't withdraw his long sword, he flew up with a kick, and with a bang, kicked Sun Haoyuan out.

Sun Haoyuan gritted his teeth and squatted on the ground, just now, he was kicked in the thigh by the other party. The force of this kick was so great that he could barely exert force on this leg. After landing, he moved quickly and avoided the landing spot. The surrounding water spirit power was in touch with him, and the opponent really chased after him.

Sun Haoyuan pinched the spell again, and above his head, a huge blade slowly emerged, the giant blade technique, this is his strongest wind attack spell, maybe only this spell can hurt the other party.

There was white fog all around, and He Ping was like a blind man, unable to see anything. How can we catch the other party? He Ping knew that if he really fought face to face, the other party would not be his opponent at all.

He Ping silently recited the magic formula, and the power of the wood spirit emanated out, and the weeds between the stone crevices slowly changed, a blade of grass stretched, and a grass stem was pulled up.

After a few moments, the weeds were crawling almost all over the rocky field. Bauhinia is growing wildly, and the longest branch is four or five meters high, as if it has become a big tree. Click, click, the stone was crushed by the roots of the bauhinia.

Every plant, every leaf, seemed to have a mental connection with He Ping, and He Ping's touch extended out, covering almost the entire ground.

Sun Haoyuan's wind blade has almost become a substance, like a piece of cyan jade, green and translucent

Sun Haoyuan's arm slowly swung out, as if holding a thousand catties of heavy objects. The wind blade seems to be very slow, but it is actually extremely fast, and under the blessing of the wind spiritual power, there is not a trace of sound, and it gently slides towards He Ping.

Smack-

Without warning, the giant shield in front of He Ping suddenly cracked and split into two neat halves. A beautiful jade-like blade suddenly appeared, flying silently.

He Ping held the sword in both hands, and the blade of the sword met the blade.

Boom –

The silent blade, containing the energy of destroying the world and destroying the world, knocked He Ping backwards.

Kick, kick, kick!

He Ping took three steps back, and finally resisted the blade. Both hands were infused with spiritual power, and the long sword was violently pressed down.

The cyan blade was smashed on the stone ground, and with a snap, it was cut off by the long sword, turning into a little white light.

Sun Haoyuan smiled bitterly, the giant blade technique was blocked by the other party, if you want to win this game, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

Before he knew it, the stray blades of grass were reaching his feet and wrapping around his ankles.

Sun Haoyuan was startled, jumped up suddenly, jumped onto another stone ground, and the bauhinia behind him shook slightly, and one by one suddenly bent and wrapped around his neck.

This fixed opponent's wood-based spell, Sun Haoyuan rushed forward, and the wind spiritual power around him operated, forming a wall of wind around him, blowing weeds and bauhinia up, bending in all directions.

With a snort, a black shadow rushed in, and a sword slashed down on the head.

He Ping's strength was too great, Sun Haoyuan didn't dare to take it hard, mobilized his wind spiritual power, turned slightly, and jumped to the stone ground next to him.

The weeds on the ground writhed wildly and wrapped around Sun Haoyuan's legs again, and Sun Haoyuan had no choice but to retreat again.

He Ping jumped up again and stabbed out with a sword.

Sun Haoyuan was about to escape again, but he felt a tightness in his waist, and he was firmly entangled by a bauhinia, so he had to raise his long sword and meet He Ping's sword.

With a ding, Sun Haoyuan's tiger mouth cracked, and the sword flew out of his hand.

He Ping threw a punch, and Sun Haoyuan was knocked upside down and flew out, fell to the ground, and fell into a coma.

"Victory No. 126!"

The shouts of the inner door senior brother sounded at this moment.