On all sides, there was silence.

The eyes and spiritual senses of all the monks watching the battle were cast on the highest mountain, and on the bodies of the four hermits, but they wanted to see who they would choose to challenge!

......

"The order of picking people is very simple, according to the performance of the level you eliminated at the beginning, the first to pass the level will pick the opponent first!"

The old man in the yellow shirt spoke.

When the four of them heard this, they didn't speak, knowing that it was useless to have objections, but I'm afraid that some people couldn't help but regret it, and they didn't work hard when they eliminated it before.

"According to your previous performance, Chuanyin picks first, then Fengji, then Shang Fan, and finally Xu Qianzi, Brother Chuanyin, pick it!"

Whew—

The neat eyes, like a sound, looked at Chuanyin together.

Chuanyin, the old guy, smiled slightly, his eyes swept around the thirty people opposite, and finally, he fell on one person and said, "Fellow Daoist, please give advice!"

Wow!

When the sound came out, there was an uproar on all sides.

Yue Yuran couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth!

The opponent picked by Chuan Yin turned out to be - Weichenzi!

This old guy is extremely ugly at the moment!

You must know that he is the first in the second group, and the most important thing is that Yue Yuran also injured the Scorching Sun Eagle Lord, and he is very likely to defeat the Blazing Sun Eagle Lord to enter the top 16.

Now, if you lose to Chuanyin, this good situation will also be cheap!

"Who am I working for, who am I busy for?"

In Wei Chenzi's heart, there was a bitterness, if he really lost, would he be able to rely on the 30 million high-grade spirit stones that he said he would give Yue Yueran?

Swish!

Chuanyin flashed away and fell into the battlefield first.

On all sides, the voices of discussion arose.

"Chuanyin's predecessors are so courageous, they actually picked the first team to fight. ”

The old man had never thought of his choice. ”

"But there is no problem, he not only wants to enter the top 32, but also wants to defeat the Scorching Sun Eagle Lord to enter the top 16, he must have calculated this step!"

There was a lot of talking.

And hearing Chuanyin's choice, Feng Wuji, Shangguan Fan, and Xu Qizi, their eyes narrowed, maybe the three of them also thought about this choice, but after all, they gave Chuanyin the first place.

Weichenzi entered with a gloomy old face, and after entering, he didn't even bother to say hello to Chuanyin. Without much to say, it's just a fight!

......

A few rounds of bombardment!

A few ups and downs!

Although the dust has obtained part of the inheritance of the soil grandmother, but the legend is from the Genting Heavenly Palace, the inheritance is profound, compared to the dust of the dust, only surpassing, but not inferior, this person's cultivation talent is also extremely outstanding!

However, when I got here, no one had a way out, and I had to fight to the death, and the dust rarely roared, as if I was about to break through!

Half an hour later, the battle was over!

The dust fell into the blood, and a wave of qi fell outside his body, standing still out of thin air, like a sharp sword on his neck!

"Lost!"

"Mote Son loses!"

"Chuanyin's predecessors are so powerful, they really succeeded in the challenge and became the first in the second group!"

Exclamations, cheers, roared from all sides!

"Fellow Daoist, offended!"

Chuan Yin said lightly and floated away.

Dusty slowly stood up, his face even more ugly, and now—he was left with one of the other three losers to fight for second place in the ninth and eleventh groups.

......

"Next, Feng Ji!"

Whew—

Everyone's eyes were like a sound, and they turned to Feng Wuji.

Feng Wuji's gaze, without the slightest movement, fell straight on one of them, stretched out his hand, and flew into the arena silently.

On the opposite side, the face of another monk is extremely difficult to see, this monk is - Beitang is not sick.

"He also picked the first place in the group!"

"What courage, so pride!"

"This challenge is also extremely clever, it seems that he plans to break through the level of Doromer's predecessors and enter the top sixteen!"

The discussion began again.

Beitang Wuxian had a gloomy face without a single flaw, and fell into the field, staring at Feng Wuji opposite, his eyes were cold and sharp.

"Let me give you a piece of advice first, if you think I'm easier to bully, so you pick me to beat me, I'm afraid you'll die ugly. ”

The voice squeezed out from Beitang's disease-free mouth, cutting people like the cold wind of December.

"I don't need your advice. Besides - I don't think you're easier to bully, I just think - you just look spineless!"

Feng Wuji replied coldly.

Whew-

When the words fell, the wind blew up, and the extreme cold frenzy swept through!

Beitang on the opposite side is not sick, and he is furious when he hears this, this is definitely a humiliation that makes him mad even more than looking down on his strength, what else can I say!

The other monks, when they heard Feng Wuji's words, most of them laughed, after all, Beitang Wuji was not a monk in the Heavenly Sea, and it was the first time he had seen Feng Wuji's audacity and poisonous mouth.

Boom –

There was a loud bang, and the two went to war.

One is fire repair!

One is Bing Xiu!

Feng Wuji has a little restraint upper hand in terms of vitality attributes, which may also be one of his considerations for picking Beitang without disease.

As soon as the two of them started fighting, they went straight to the most intense, and took out all the strongest methods, frost and flames, intertwined and horizontal!

This battle of ice and fire, compared to the battle between the Scorching Sun Eagle Lord and Yun Suxue, was only too fierce, but it was all the same, the taste of ice and fire, and some weak monks scattered into the distance.

Boom!

Keep bombarding!

The roar of rage rushed to the sky, coming from Feng Wuji

After the battle with Chuanyin, Feng Wuji obviously underwent a bit of transformation, and the temperament of a spell became even more brave and heroic, and the fighting spirit was rolling, as if he understood the path he was going to take, like a fire, burning.

"Each of his blows is like the last blow of his life, and all his strength and will are poured into it together. Not only to crush the opponent with spells, but also to suppress the opponent's momentum and will. ”

Feng opened his mouth while watching, and his appreciation for Feng Wuji was undisguised.

When everyone heard this, they nodded together.

"The strength of the two of them, between the two of them, Beitang's disease-free momentum and will, when there is a collapse, it is when he is defeated!"

The floating dream also spoke.

When everyone heard this, they nodded again, and they were thoughtful.

Yue Yuran didn't speak, looking at Feng Wuji who burned into a ball of fire, and remembered the fire bead in his hand again. But he and Feng Wuji haven't even said a few words, why should they be sent away?

His eyes flashed, and he put the thought aside.

......

Time passed little by little, and Feng Wuji's momentum was higher and higher, and even the power of the spell seemed to be increasing little by little.

Beitang's disease-free mind began to tremble.

Feng Wuji's already tall and majestic body fell into his eyes, and it became even taller a little bit, like a soaring iron tower!