In fact, in the face of this spiritual weapon of the monk surnamed Fang, the monks present did not have much fear in their hearts, if they met it in other places, they had a way to resist it, but on the fighting field, the space was narrow and difficult to use.

At this time, the old man in Mai appeared suddenly, and the scene was in an uproar.

From everyone's words, Qin Fengming already knew that this old man was also a very famous person here. His name is Liu Daotong, and he is practicing in the Cloud Piercing Mountain sixty or seventy thousand miles away from here, and among the monks of the same level, his methods are also extremely amazing.

Although the monk surnamed Liu and the monk surnamed Fang have no deep friendship, they have heard of each other, and when they saw each other at this time, they both raised their vigilance to the extreme.

"Hehe, Liu wants to ask Fang Daoyou for advice, and hopes that Daoyou's subordinates will show mercy. ”

Although the monk surnamed Liu was polite in his mouth, there was no expression on his face, and he was still as cold as ice.

"Don't dare, I hope that Daoist friends can tolerate one or two. ”

The two of them had spoken to this point, and they hugged each other's fists, and they didn't say much, both of them knew that this battle would be extremely dangerous, and they both focused their attention and didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

With the gesture of the ancestor of the Xiao family, the two of them used their own means and fought together.

After the round ball spirit weapon flashed out, it still wrapped the body of the monk surnamed Fang, and under the high-speed rotation, it hit the monk surnamed Liu who was standing in front of him.

But just as the monk surnamed Fang sacrificed the round ball, the old man surnamed Liu who was standing opposite was holding the trick in his hand, and suddenly, a cyan mist poured out from his body.

In the blink of an eye, he wrapped his entire body, and then the cyan mist spread towards the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, and between two or three breaths, it diffused to a radius of twenty or thirty zhang. And there was no intention of stopping, and it still spread outward.

Just as the old man surnamed Liu was casting his own spell, the round ball that wrapped the monk surnamed Fang was already close to the cyan mist, and in a flash, it pounced into the mist.

"Bang, bang......"

Suddenly, from the dense mist, a series of huge crashing sounds came out of itself.

Through the cyan mist, the foundation building monks present could not penetrate its barrier, and their divine consciousness could only penetrate a few feet deep into the mist, and they could not enter a single bit.

But under Qin Fengming's powerful divine sense, he still saw clearly what was happening in the mist at this time.

At this time, within the cyan mist of the old man surnamed Liu, the speed of the huge round ball spirit weapon dropped sharply, and it was moving slowly in the mist.

Outside the round ball, there were cyan sword qi several zhang long that was constantly attacking. Under this sword qi attack, the huge ball couldn't help but pause slightly, shaking violently.

The monk surnamed Fang, who was in the sphere, was also shocked in his heart at this time, and the other party's magic mist was very powerful.

Not only can it block the rapid flight of the spirit weapon, but it can also conjure up sword qi. As a result, it is difficult for the ball to enter in front of the opponent. For a long time, it will inevitably be broken by this huge sword qi.

As soon as he thought of this, the monk surnamed Fang moved, and the huge ball flew out of the cyan mist with great difficulty, and it was about to stop thirty zhang away.

Liu Daoyou's green miasma is powerful, which makes Fang greatly admired. As soon as the ball was closed, the face of the old man surnamed Fang was revealed.

"Hehe, Fang Daoyou, if you don't come up with real means, I'm afraid you won't be Liu's enemy. Under the rolling cyan mist, he did not pursue, but became uncertain on the spot.

Although the two of them spoke politely, their voices were extremely cold.

"Okay, let Fang Mou understand the power of Daoyou's green miasma. With the words of the monk surnamed Fang, I saw his hands pinching, and his face became extremely solemn.

In just a moment, a layer of colored light flashed out of his hands, enveloping them.

After a pause, I saw his right hand raised, and then quickly shot forward.

As soon as his palm moved, a palm-like colored palm print flew forward. After leaving the hand, it quickly expanded, and when it flew out of more than ten zhang, it had become two or three zhang high.

This palm print carried an astonishing coercion, and galloped directly towards the cyan mist, and disappeared into the mist in an instant. A void emerged, only to be obscured by the cyan mist for a moment.

"Whew~~Bang~~"

With the sound of breaking the sky, a crisp sound came from within the cyan mist, and then a loud shout was heard:

"Hmph, Fang Daoyou's methods are really powerful. His voice was full of anger. Thinking about it, under the blow of the monk surnamed Fang just now, the old man surnamed Liu must have suffered a small loss.

The monk surnamed Fang had a solemn face, and he didn't answer, his lips were tightly closed, but his hands kept shooting forward, and huge colored palm prints kept flashing, hitting the monk surnamed Liu one after another.

In the stealth cyan mist, the old man surnamed Liu would no longer be attacked by this, the mana in his body was running, and the cyan mist was tumbling violently, and one by one huge cyan palm prints came out, facing the colored palm prints.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Under the collision of the two huge palm prints, there was a huge collision sound at the landing scene. Under the intersection of the two palm prints, they dissipated in the air at the same time, showing a state of equal strength.

This kind of attack of the two monks is much more powerful than the spirit weapon. If a top-level spiritual weapon collides with it, it will definitely be difficult to destroy this palm print.

Everyone at the scene knows that the two monks fighting at this time are burning their own mana and then fighting, looking at this situation, if you want to distinguish the winner from the loser, only if you have a weak method, can you have a result.

The two people at the scene were also unable to advance or retreat at this time, so they could only use their mana to attack each other with all their strength, hoping that their magic power would be exhausted as soon as possible.

Under the cold watch, Qin Fengming already knew that fighting in this way was extremely unfavorable to the old man surnamed Liu, the cyan mist outside his body was originally his mana transformation, although its ** reason could be instantly stimulated, but it also required a lot of mana.

The huge cyan palm also relies on its own mana, and for each loss of one, it weakens one point of mana.

Although the monk surnamed Fang also attacked with his own mana, he had no other concerns, and his mana was only lost on the palm print. For a long time, the old man surnamed Liu will definitely be defeated.

In less than a meal, the result that Qin Fengming expected really appeared in front of everyone.

The old man surnamed Liu was finally defeated due to lack of mana, and was carried to the stands by the Xiao family.

The monk surnamed Fang who won was also pale, and his body couldn't help but tremble, and he was already overwhelmed.

It was five hours before the monk stood up, and by this time he had returned to normal.

Facing the stands, he smiled slightly and said: "Fang has returned to normal, I don't know which Taoist friend will come out to compete with Fang again." ”

After the battle just now, all the foundation building monks were silent in their hearts, and in the face of this old man surnamed Fang, everyone knew that they were definitely not their opponents.

After being silent for a long time, seeing that no one was on the field, just as the ancestor of the Xiao family was about to announce that the monk surnamed Fang had won the competition, an indifferent voice sounded:

"Since no one stepped forward to challenge, let's let Wei give it a try. ”