Among the first few people to appear is Sanxiu An Daoran, he has a handsome face, an introverted personality, the cultivation in the middle of Jindan, the mana is profound, and the use of Taoism is very ingenious, which Yang Quan determined at the banquet.

And his opponent's cultivation is similar to him, but his face is much bigger, An Daoran's face is twenty-four or five, and his real age is in his early two hundreds, and he enters the field calmly, while the opponent's face is about forty, his face is not sad or happy, and there is a hint of knowing smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, isn't An Daoyou still sacrificing magic weapons? The moment he entered the formation, the battle began. Yang Quan frowned slightly.

Liu Qingyun and the others looked at each other and laughed, and finally Xiao Xinya explained: "Didn't Brother Yang find out? When we played games at the banquet, was An Daoyou's technique the most clever?"

"Hmm. Yang Quan nodded.

"And I feel that his mana is quite profound? Isn't it worse than the Great Perfection Monk in the late stage of Jindan? The reason is very simple, that is, An Daoyou is a rare monk who specializes in Taoism, didn't he say it when he introduced it before? He is the most likely among us to enter the Yuan Infant Stage, and the reason is here. Xiao Xinya said.

"Generally speaking, monks who specialize in Taoist arts, in the early stage of cultivating immortals, that is, when practicing qi and building a foundation, and even during the Jindan period, their combat power will be slightly inferior to that of the same level, after all, everyone knows the benefits of magic weapons, but when it comes to the Yuan Infant stage, there is almost no gap between the two kinds of monks. In the early stage, they didn't use magic weapons and only relied on Taoism, which was naturally a little shorter, but this is not absolute, some monks with special exercises are not weaker than monks who cultivate both instruments and methods, and monks who only practice Taoism have an advantage, that is, the bottleneck is a little smaller than our normal monks. Liu Qingyun said.

"Hehe... This time, I can see An Daoyou's mastery again, and I'm looking forward to it. Gao Moli said with a smile.

"Oh, what kind of mastery?"

"Yang Daoyou will know it by looking at it, and he will not let you down. ”

...

"An Daoran. ”

"Li Xianjiu. ”

While everyone was talking, the two people in the field had already begun to fight, and the difference between winning and losing in the rewards given by the organizers was still quite large, and no one wanted to lose in this kind of public setting.

Li Xianjiu took the lead in making a move, a silver flying sword quickly burst out as if it was a swimming dragon, and at the same time, an earthy yellow shield appeared in front of him, surprisingly, he pinched a magic decision in his hand, and the third magic weapon also appeared at the same time, it was a black bowl, which was quickly enlarged after being sacrificed...

"Hey, this opponent has some means, I'm afraid it won't be easy for An Daoyou to win..."Gao Yanli frowned slightly.

"Yes, I can control three magic weapons at the same time, and I don't feel the slightest jerky, and I am very experienced. ”

An Daoran did not have a magic weapon to sacrifice, a deep layer of mana appeared on the surface of his body, and then a black flame rose in his body, this flame was not as unrestrained and active as ordinary flames, but gave people a deep and disgusting feeling, sticky and deep.

This layer of black flames was on the outermost periphery, and the silver flying sword arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, the corners of An Daoran's mouth rose slightly, and the black flames met it, but it was instantly penetrated.

"Khooth!"

The silver flying sword slammed into An Daoran's mana layer, making a sound of gold and stone intersecting, and the mana layer was only slightly curved, and the tenacity was amazing.

At least tens of thousands of monks outside the field were watching the battle, and let out a burst of exclamations, the number of pure Dao practitioners was very small, and most of them had never seen this kind of monk fighting, many people didn't know why, thinking that An Daoran underestimated the opponent and didn't use magic weapons.

Li Xianjiu sneered realistically, manipulated the flying sword to continue attacking, and then the bowl above his head continued to enlarge, and when he was about to sacrifice, his face suddenly changed.

The aura on his flying sword has weakened a little, and it is difficult for others to see this weakness only with their naked eyes or divine sense, but after all, it is a magic weapon connected to his own mind, and only he feels it most clearly, and the flying sword that he has cultivated for so many years has indeed decreased a little.

"Is it that black viscous flame? it can stain my magic weapon spirituality, it seems that it can't be delayed for too long, this battle..."

Li Xianjiu thought in his heart, there was an immediate movement in his hand, the speed of the flying sword continued to accelerate, and the fighting around An Daoran kept ringing, and the mana layer of the protective body was attacked one after another, seeing that the deformation was becoming more and more frequent, and the black bowl above his head was also completely sacrificed before An Daoran.

"Buzz!"

The black bowl was several zhang in size at this time, looking bulky but fast, and it quickly came to the top of An Daoran's head and buckled downward.

An Daoran During this time, he was naturally not passive, the black flames around him were formed, changing the general appearance of several flying swords, and at the same time, he was also trying his best to avoid the attacks of the silver flying sword and the black bowl, but the speed of the monk's flight was not as fast as the magic weapon, and the flying sword formed by the black flame just hit Li Xianjiu's body, and he himself was shrouded in the black bowl.

"An Daoyou, this is not a life-and-death battle, if you can't support it, just send a signal or divine thought, and I will immediately put away this black bowl. ”

Li Xianjiu said this, but his hand did not relax in the slightest, the black bowl was facing downward, and countless runes were revealed, like chains all over An Daoran's body, as if trapping him.

At the same time, the silver flying sword continued to attack continuously against the spiritual attenuation, and the flying sword composed of An Daoran's black flames quickly exploded and scattered when it hit Li Xianjiu's shield wisdom, making it difficult to gather again...

Yang Quan and the others were stunned, no one spoke for a while, the situation on the scene was very unfavorable to An Daoran, the black viscous flame must have a doorway, this Yang Quan knew very well in his heart, but he was trapped by the black bowl, and there was no suitable magic weapon to fight back, under the wanton attack of the flying sword, no matter how strong An Daoran's mana was, it would only support for a moment and a half at most, after all, there was no defensive magic weapon, and the protective effect of mana alone was really limited.

"Li Daoyou doesn't have to keep his hands, don't worry..."An Daoran smiled slightly, and the black flames on his body swelled, and those runes all over his body actually collapsed one by one and were burned by the flames!

At the same time, there were some black flames around him that began to condense the form, and it looked like a flying sword, Li Xianjiu's smile converged, and his expression became solemn, you must know that his black bowl is actually his strongest magic weapon, the order chain composed of those runes is shapeless and qualitative, even if you use the magic weapon to attack, it has no effect, it can inhibit the operation of the opponent's mana to a certain extent, and the use of divine consciousness forms a certain suppression of it,

But what kind of fire is that black flame? It can burn such a tangible and intangible thing, Li Xianjiu is a little puzzled, but he doesn't think much about it, there are no strange things in the immortal cultivation world, and uncommon things don't mean that there are none.

"I really sweated for An Daoyou. Xiao Xinya said at this time, seeing An Daoran successfully getting out of trouble, a smile appeared on her face.

Li Xianjiu put away the black bowl, since the purpose of suppressing the other party could not be achieved, then there was no point in distracting and controlling one more magic weapon.

"This person hasn't used the magic weapon until now, it seems that he is not hiding the magic weapon, he wants to be surprised, but a pure Taoist cultivator, no wonder the mana is so strong, relying on the protection of the mana layer alone, he can even resist so many attacks from me, but this kind of monk's combat power is average, even if there is this kind of difficult black weird flame, it is not a big deal..."

Li Xiannian thought so, this is an attempt in the world of cultivating immortals, the magic weapon has a great increase for monks, and if you don't use the magic weapon, you will be born with something missing.

"Boom!"

A golden thunderbolt the thickness of a basin smashed down, and the shield in front of Li Xiannian automatically activated, quickly supporting the protection, but this thunder came too suddenly, and the power was so huge that it suddenly split it and fell some distance in the air.

Yang Quan was dumbfounded, and most of the onlookers around him were also suppressed, the power of this thunder method was too terrifying, he thought that his thunder method was not weak, but compared to this golden thunder, his thunder method was a little out of the flow.

"Is this the Dao technique performed by a monk who only cultivates the Dao? It's terrifying..."