In the ring in the front yard, the two sides were still fighting inseparably, and the blue-clothed swordsman at this time turned his long sword and retreated, not knowing what to do in his mouth, and opened a distance from Ying Fa, who was gathering strength.

Nanchen frowned, squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the blue-clothed swordsman's mouth, feeling that the spell he was reciting was a little weird, not to assist his swordsmanship, but it seemed to bless his swordsmanship and exercises, which made Nanchen feel weird.

Nanchen felt that a cultivator in the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm could have such a strange mysticism? Even he couldn't understand the mystery in it, and just as the blue-clothed swordsman raised his sword, Nanchen suddenly realized: "Danger!

As Nanchen blurted out the words, a stream of mana like Xuanzhen Qi flew out of the window of the Huibin Building and disappeared into the body of the blue-clothed swordsman, his body trembled slightly, and he raised his sword and slashed towards Ying Fa's neck.

At the last moment, a powerful true force burst out from the fourth floor and rushed towards the blue-clothed swordsman, with a "bang", the shock wave of the collision of the real power shook the tea in the cup and overflowed.

Ying Fa and the blue-clothed swordsman were thrown out at the same time, and at this time, Nanchen's hanging heart fell, and he removed the hand covering the Qiankun bag, and he looked back at the mysterious man in the gray cloak, and the majestic eruption momentum still remained.

The mysterious man sat with his head bowed slightly, most of his face was covered by the hat, calm and calm.

Although he deliberately hid his supernatural powers, Nanchen could still detect that this person was a ghost cultivator, and the realm was at least in the late stage of the Heavenly Ghost Realm, or even higher.

Nanchen remembered the blue-clothed swordsman's borrowing decree, this occult art should be the art of the Immortal Realm, his enlightenment master, that is, Ling Qingyao's soul elf, had told him that the mystery of this immortal art could borrow other people's spells for a certain period of time.

At that time, the soul elf felt that this spell was an inert spell, and was worried that Nanchen would have an inert psychology if he learned this spell, and he would not use his heart to comprehend his ancient supernatural powers, and wasted his talent for flexibility, so he did not teach him.

Nanchen thought about these pasts, that means that there are people from the Immortal Realm in the Huibin Building, could there be another Immortal Monarch? It is really better like Kunxu Immortal Monarch, after all, Kunxu Immortal Monarch is not a real Heavenly Immortal Realm, even if the name of Immortal Monarch is just a self-appointed honorific title.

With everyone's surprise, the host of Yao Zhen jumped on the log, announced that the fourth game was a draw, and both advanced, even if it was the result of the draw, everyone was jubilant, and regained the confidence they had at the beginning.

In the private room of the Huibin Building, there was a "snap", and a table of eight immortals was smashed, "Fenjun, quickly go to the Sightseeing Pavilion to find out who it is, and dare to blatantly block the edict and go toe-to-toe with us!"

He felt that he was very shameless, and the borrowing law used by the blue-clothed swordsman was equivalent to borrowing his mana to fight with Ying Fa, but he was knocked out of the ring by a mysterious person, which made the arrogant Yu Yunxian King angry, and he didn't expect that there was a master hidden in the Sightseeing Pavilion.

"By the way, tell the host of Yaozhen and ask him to come to see me quickly!" Master Yuan Ding also shouted with a frustrated face.

Fenjun nodded and hurriedly retreated, complaining as he went downstairs, thinking that if it wasn't for the sake of taking over the Medicine King's Mansion, he and these people wouldn't want to stay for a moment.

At this time, the presiding officer of the medicine pot hurriedly walked over, "Meet the three great gods, do you have anything to find me?"

"Hmph, why did you let the two of them advance at the same time, did you sincerely want to fight against us?" Master Yuan Ding interrupted him angrily, his face turned iron-blue, and his eyes faintly shone as he looked at the panicked medicine basket, making him creepy and shuddering.

"Then, in the master's opinion, what should we do?" asked Yao Zhen cautiously tentatively.

Master Yuan Ding hesitated for a while, as if he couldn't come up with a good idea, and it would not work to let him both lose the election, Yu Yun Immortal King couldn't hold his face, if he let the other party lose the election, there was no good excuse, which made him also in a dilemma.

"Master Yuan Ding, forget it! If you are both selected, you will be selected! Now this is not important, the key is the person who shot behind the scenes, there are many wizards from all walks of life, don't do it too much, lest it be spread out and people laugh!"

At this time, the Wine Swallowing Holy Demon turned to look at Master Yuan Ding, "Master Yuan Ding, why don't you send a disciple to fight in the next battle?"

Master Yuan Ding's expression was stunned, his two disciples were monks, how could any monk get on the ring to recruit relatives, wouldn't it be a big joke.

Seeing Yuan Ding's concerns, King Yu Yunxian said calmly: "What do lay disciples have to worry about, it doesn't matter!"

After Yu Yun Immortal King's reminder, Master Yuan Ding also smiled, he looked at the stammering medicine basket, "Do you understand what the Immortal King said?"

"Listen, hear, understand! Let's do what the Immortal King wants!" the medicine curator bowed and retreated.

After a while, there were everyone's sighs and coaxing voices from the guest seats outside, "It's really a strange thing that a monk is going to marry a daughter-in-law this year!"

"People call this ability, you have the ability to marry a teacher!"

The ridicule of the crowd caused bursts of laughter in the sightseeing pavilion, and even in the guest seats of the guest building, some people couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Master Yuan Ding's face tightened, and he glanced at the Immortal King watching by the window, and his face was a little unsightly.

On the ring, a sturdy young monk dressed in gray and blue monk's robes, standing on a log like a cast of copper and iron, he raised one palm in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and bowed to the guests on both sides.

The Sightseeing Pavilion is obviously at a disadvantage, always passively appearing under the pressure of the Huibin Building, and finally a black figure jumped out of the Sightseeing Pavilion, and just stood on the log and bowed, and the drum sounded.

The man in black took the lead in waving his palm at the monk and slapped straight towards the monk, but the monk at this time took the initiative to retreat two steps, which made the man in black who jumped up a little unexpected.

At the moment when he hesitated, the monk's retreat was like a buffer and cohesion, and then he raised his fist and smashed it towards the man in black.

The placket of the leaping monk's clothes was whirring in the wind, and the iron fist roared in the wind, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and smashed directly into the black-clothed man running on the opposite side.

With everyone's exclamation, there was a "bang" momentum, blood and mist splashed, and without hearing any screams, a black afterimage flew out. Everyone was startled, and stood up and looked in the direction of the black shadow projectile.

"Plop" a stump fell to the ground, the chest was pierced by a heavy punch, and with a few screams of fear, everyone returned to immersion, occasionally hearing some fragmentary discussions.

"Those who don't know are fearless!Amitofu!" the monk muttered, and jumped towards the Huibin Building.

"Teacher, junior brother!" A mournful cry came from the third floor, a woman in black ran towards the remnants, and everyone gradually came to their senses, some people lay on the table and were silent, and some people turned their heads to look back, not daring to look at the shocking scene, and even more unbearable to feel the sadness.

Accompanied by the slightly trembling voice of the host of the medicine pot, "Huibin Building No. 5 wins, the next one..."

The guests in the Sightseeing Pavilion were silent, this kind of oppressive ring match made them unbearable, and a young man in white stood up silently on the side, "Master, do you think I still need to go to the ring?"

Nanchen looked for the voice, the man in white was only twenty-five or sixteen years old, but he had just entered the Yuan Infant Realm, although the difference in this realm was not absolute strength, but it also roughly included his cultivation as the benchmark, and he stepped into the ring at this time, and there was more than one luck.

"This master, leave a way for this young man to live! If you stay in the green mountains, you won't be afraid of the long future!" Everyone persuaded the master of the man in white one after another, and everyone's attitude changed greatly from the previous stage, which also showed that the deterrence of the Huibin Building had played a role.

The master of the man in white raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a long sigh: "Yueqing, sit next to the teacher!" Hearing the master's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and relieved their hearts.

They looked in the direction of the Huibin Building, but found that they had not appeared in advance like the previous ones, and there was no movement for the time being, which made everyone look uncomfortable, "Whoosh!" A white figure flashed in front of them.

Suddenly a white figure, jumped forward, straight onto the log, an old man in a green shirt over half a hundred years old, with his head upright, holding a long sword, slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of deep eyes, gray-white long beards on both sideburns, slightly brushing his face that has been through the vicissitudes of time.

"Master, I don't want you to take the stage for me, you are too old to withstand their punches and kicks, I beg you old man, come down quickly!" The man in white's voice was a little choked, and he tried his best to persuade the tall and thin old man in the ring.

Everyone saw the master appear instead of the apprentice, and they also guessed that the master and apprentice were coming for the elixir, and they also had unspeakable hardships in their hearts, but this kissing ring match had changed its taste, and there was a danger of losing their lives if they continued to fight, and they couldn't get the elixir if they quit.

Nanchen understands the helplessness of this old man, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and he prefers to go to the tiger mountain, isn't he the same, in order to obtain Yaogen and let Fan Bai wake up, he has to come, even if he goes to the soup and fire.

He looked at the white-haired old man, in the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, it was still a little short of out of the body, Nanchen was also a little worried about him, the monk who had cultivated to the Little Perfection realm just now could also repel him if he played well.

At this time, in the private room of the Huibin Building, an old man dressed in black took the initiative to invite a match, and there was another disciple of Master Yuan Ding standing next to him.

"Since we have set a precedent, it is natural for them to replace him, and it just so happens that Fa Zong's strength is difficult to suppress that old Dao, fortunately, Brother Rong Kui took the initiative to ask for battle, it is really Heavenly Dao to help me!" Master Yuan Ding said with emotion.

"I think it's okay! With the strength of this old brother, he will definitely not lose to that old man in Tsing Yi, but he must strive for a quick victory, and it would be better if he won the life of that old man!"

The Immortal King, the Holy Demon, and the Master weighed it again and again, and felt that the old man in black had a much better chance of winning, and finally agreed to the old man's request.

"Rong Kui! We are also old acquaintances, and it is more than enough to fight against that old Taoist with your creation, but you must not be careless lest you fall for their tricks! The benefits are naturally reserved for you, so you can go!" Master Yuan Ding said meaningfully.

With a burst of cheers from the Huibin Building, a black figure swept out quickly, standing firmly in front of the old man in Tsing Yi, and the old man in Tsing Yi was stunned, "You..."

"What so much nonsense! Life and death are determined in the ring, and no one can be blamed if you are innocent!" the old man in black interrupted Tsing Yi's words and said expressionlessly.

"Look at the sword!" The moment the black-clothed old man swung his sword out, a heavy evil aura emanated from his body, "Demon Cultivator?" everyone in the Sightseeing Pavilion shouted in surprise, and most of them had expressions of despair flashing on their faces.

The young man in white grabbed the fence with both hands, looked at the two people fighting in the ring, and kept shouting: "I hate you to death! You can't kill my master! I will definitely take revenge, I will definitely do it..."

With the fierce fight in the ring, his hands were clenched into fists, and there was a thick anger and hatred in his eyes.

At this moment, the old man in Tsing Yi had been forced to the corner of the log, looking at the long sword pierced in the air, he had no choice but to jump out of the ring, and maybe he could still live.

This angle was clear to everyone in the sightseeing pavilion, knowing that the old man in Tsing Yi had no chance, although he was holding a long sword, he was the last helpless.

Some of the guests simply closed their eyes, accompanied by the desolate and helpless scream of the young man in white: "Don't!", the sound of the sword piercing through the body, made everyone's hearts tremble.

Slowly opened his eyes and looked, the long sword pierced the body of the old man in black, and directly pierced the heart, and the green clothes holding the long sword showed a look of surprise on his face.

The old man in black looked at Tsing Yi in front of him with a look of surprise, "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I blamed me for loving vanity back then, and I am grateful that my senior brother can sacrifice himself for my son Yueqing to seek medicine..."