With the cheers and cheers of the Sightseeing Pavilion, Nanchen came straight from the mountainside with a hydrangea in his hand. The presiding elder finally declared the first number one of the Sightseeing Pavilion the winners, and proceeded to announce the roster for the second game.

The old man in purple robe who fell heavily to the ground was carried back to the Huibin Building, and he fell very hard, after all, the erected log was equivalent to the height of a four-story building.

Nanchen's soul dementorship caused his body to lose control in an instant, and he fell from a high altitude without consciousness, which really made the old man who lacked internal strength unbearable.

However, most of the guests thought that the old man fell from physical exhaustion, but there were also masters who saw the mystery, although they couldn't see through what realm Nanchen's creation was, but the soul dementorship he performed in a short period of time was enough to show that his creation was very unusual.

At this time, everyone in the sightseeing pavilion let out bursts of cheers, and Nanchen returned to the fourth floor with admiration and approval, "Nanchen! Congratulations!" Cixian took the lead in receiving Nanchen to congratulate him.

Nanchen was not modest, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Despite the twists and turns, it can be regarded as a good start for everyone!" He patted the drowsy ankylosaurus as he spoke, it seemed that he was really a little sleepy.

"Ankylosaurus, let's let Sister Mi Qing find you a place and go take a nap first!" Nanchen knew that he hadn't slept all night last night, and wanted him to go and rest for a while.

The ankylosaurus rubbed his face and saw Nanchen standing in front of him, his expression was stunned, "This is the end of the fight?"

Seeing that he was indifferent to Nanchen's fight, everyone was also a little surprised, this ankylosaurus was asleep just now, and he didn't know anything about what happened in the ring, how could he wake up and didn't even care about winning or losing, he must know how big Nanchen's ability is.

"Hey, blame me for not being considerate of the guests, I'm just worried that the Nanchen brothers are in the ring, I'll let people move a reclining chair to let the Ankylosaurus brothers rest!" said to himself with an apologetic face.

What Mi Qing said was also telling the truth, in the list that Qing Lao listed for her during the secret meeting, there were indeed many people who really came out for the Medicine God Mansion, but there were only a few powerful guests, Nanchen was one of them, how could she not care about his event.

"Sister Mi Qing, don't bother, I was confused for a while just now, and you're busy enough, I won't make trouble for you!" The ankylosaurus stopped Mi Qing, he didn't want to lean on the recliner in front of everyone.

At this time, Shuang Jie, who had been silent, looked at Nanchen in a daze, with obvious admiration in her eyes, and a trace of strange feelings, Nanchen was stared at a little uncomfortable by her, reached out and touched her face and said, "Shuangjie!

Nanchen's words pulled Shuangjie's distraction back, "No." No, I have something in my eyes!" After she finished speaking, she glanced at the hydrangea in Nanchen's hand and turned around silently, leaning on the fence with her arms on it, looking at the ring downstairs with sentimentality.

At this time, Shixian looked at Nanchen hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something, pursed his lips and swallowed the words back. Nanchen naturally saw his hesitation, "Brother Cixian, what do you have to say directly, what are you polite to me?"

Ci Xian smiled awkwardly, "Nanchen! It's my fairy who wants to ask you something, and he's embarrassed to ask you directly!"

"Oh, I forgot about you carrying the fairy spirit, then you let the fairy spirit say hello directly!" Nanchen guessed that he probably wanted to ask the purple-clothed old man about the exercises.

"In order to avoid suspicion, let me ask for him!" He wants to know how the purple-clothed old man fell instantly, how did you do it, if it's inconvenient for you to answer, don't be embarrassed, it means that he didn't say it!"

Nanchen didn't hesitate, and said in a low voice casually: "Soul Technique!"

The immortal spirit on Ci Xian's body naturally heard Nan Chen's words, and he was silent for a while, it seemed that he was thinking about how to cultivate this soul dementorship, after all, these spells have been lost for a long time.

The current soul dementorship is generally evolved from soul detention, not the real meaning of the soul dementorship, and Nanchen's soul dementorship can directly attack the opponent's soul in an instant, causing the opponent's short-term blank to lose control.

This soul technique also has a drawback, dealing with opponents who are weaker than their own supernatural powers, which can cause the opponent to lose their reaction for a short time, and they can seize the opportunity at critical moments.

But if you have to deal with someone who is higher than your own supernatural powers, unless the other party is not careful, it will be extremely dangerous, and it is very likely that you will be eaten by the other party, and the gains outweigh the losses.

"It's not difficult to practice this spell, but it's not that simple, to achieve the unity of heart, spirit and desire, remind one key, unless you have enough supernatural defense, it's best not to use it. Nanchen had already made his words very clear, if he didn't have the protector of the jade disc coffin, he wouldn't dare to use this technique easily.

"Is there still such a danger in the use of soul dementorship?" At this time, the Yellow Immortal Spirit attached to Ci Xian's body and spoke directly.

"When you cast the soul technique, it is also the time when your supernatural powers and souls are the most vulnerable, you directly take the soul of the other party, and the other party can also attack your supernatural powers, there is no doubt about this. ”

Nanchen knew that Huang Xianling wanted to learn spiritualism, so he expressed his opinion, which could also help Huang Xianling get inspired and adapt his own creation supernatural powers.

"Ah!", accompanied by an uproar from everyone, everyone looked towards the ring, only to see a figure fall to the ground, and a knife cut deep to the vertebrae in the abdomen, almost cutting off the body of the beater.

At this time, the entire sightseeing pavilion was immersed, everyone looked at each other, showing a look of panic and anxiety, they didn't expect that the black-clothed warrior below would actually kill him, the occurrence of this scene made some of the people who fought fearful, and even a few quietly asked how to withdraw from the game.

"Yuan Ying Realm! Young and gentle have such a creation, saying that it is gone, it really makes the old man feel heartache!" An old man behind him sighed, and Nanchen looked at the old man who spoke with his spare eyes, it was the old man in gray shirts who went up the mountain together.

He shook his head and sat down again and sighed, the two apprentices did not say a word, looking at the surprised expression on their faces, they must have been shocked by this scene.

"Vulnerable!" the man in black on the log stake said coldly, and then glanced at the Sightseeing Pavilion, his contemptuous eyes with a strong sense of provocation, but the Sightseeing Pavilion looked relatively deserted.

"Welcome Building No. 2 wins!" After the host of Yao Zhen announced the results of the victory, the third ring match began.

A young white man jumped onto the log with a long knife in his hand, bowed down to salute, and looked at the Sightseeing Pavilion with a domineering attitude, but at this time the Sightseeing Pavilion was still quiet, and everyone shook their heads silently, looking for the person to climb the ring.

At this time, Yao Zhen presided over the body and steadily jumped onto the log and announced: "In the third game, No. 3 of the Sightseeing Pavilion abstained, and No. 3 of the Welcome Building won!"

When everyone heard the announcement of this news, they sighed for a long time, although some people complained lightly, but everyone still understood the distress of the beater, and if creation is not good, it cannot be sent to death in vain.

With the beginning of the fourth competition, a young man in blue swept out of the welcome building, stretched in a posture of fitness, and landed lightly on the log, he smiled and saluted everyone, with a polite posture, which was much more comfortable than the previous ones.

"Whoosh!" A white figure swept out from Nanchen and the others, tapping the fence with his toes, and jumping onto the log in the air. It attracted bursts of applause from the crowd who were holding their stomachs.

"Yes, Brother Yingfa!" Cixian and they exhaled almost at the same time, and the appearance of Yingfa aroused their interest, especially for the comparison of Cixian, he remembered that Yingfa was in the late stage of the Yuanying Realm, which was also a Yuanying Realm, and Cixian had an opportunity to learn from experience.

"Knock, knock!" The drums beat, and the two contestants are both athletic, and they are also swordsmen, and the fights are more elegant, and the ornamentation is also good.

The swordsmanship of the man in blue is more exquisite and delicate, coming and going freely, while the swordsmanship of the response is simple and direct, full of strength, the swordsmanship of the two is completely different, their fight is basically suspended and fighting, occasionally the toes lightly tap the log to take off, and the guests burst into applause.

"In the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, the creation of the afterlife is not small, but he can't be allowed to escape!" said a thin man dressed in white in the private room of the Huibin Building, watching the fight in the ring through the window.

When the old monk heard the words of the man in white, he shook his head and said, "Yunyu Immortal King, that Dengxiu has ruined our good deeds, what do you think of it?"

"Master Yuan Ding, this matter is something that we didn't expect, let's let him go for a while! What does Master Yuan Ding mean by the Wine Devouring Holy Demon?"

"Such a person can't be reused, sooner or later it will be a big deal, just pull it out and click it!" said the Wine Swallowing Holy Demon, who was dressed in black and holding a long-handled broadsword.

Master Yuan Ding heard Jiu Tun say this, and felt that there was some truth, if this Dengxiu didn't lose the first game, and killed three competitors in a row to suppress them, the ring match might be over now.

"I think what the Wine Swallowing Holy Demon said is also reasonable, if there is no accident in the first scene, why bother to mobilize the crowd now!" Master Yuan Ding said his opinion.

At this time, Fenjun poured tea with a smile on his face, and carefully served several old men, "Senior, who do you think will play in this next game?"

"You don't care about the next one yet, take this short sword and give it to Na Dengxiu!" the Wine Devouring Holy Demon slapped the short sword in his hand on the table.

The sound of wine swallowing and slapping the sword scared Fen Jun into a tremble, and he cautiously retreated with the short sword, at this time Fen Jun was also panicked in his heart, cooperating with these ruthless characters is equivalent to the danger of accompanying the tiger and wolf,

"Eagle, it's not that Daddy made a fool of you, you don't know how deep the water is behind this, you can't fight that kid!" The old man in purple took his son's arm and explained to him, and the young man waved his long sleeves, shook off his father's hand and turned his back to him angrily.

"How can I not fight him, I just had an accident, isn't there also a thrill? Who knows that you inserted a pole in the middle of the way, and look at what your face has become, I am ashamed. Diao'er argued aggrievedly.

The old man in purple was choked by Diao'er's words, embarrassed and sad, and even a little angry, he swallowed it, and forcibly endured the excitement in his heart.

"Diao'er, how can you talk to your father in this tone? If it wasn't for the big man upstairs to help you slap you, you would have fallen out long ago!" The old man in purple didn't want to say it, so as not to hurt his son's self-esteem.

"Who helped me to resist the slap? You lost yourself, why did you make up these lies to lie to me? I didn't lose, you called me down, do you understand?" shouted Eagle roared, and although he knew it in his heart, vanity prompted him to not admit defeat.

"Your words are like piercing Daddy's heart, I'm saving you, even if I don't want this old face, I have to have a son!" The old man in purple trembled and stood up from the recliner, looking at the eagle who had grown up, with a sad face.

"Diao'er, remember Daddy's words, don't fight with the wicked, go home and bring a message to your mother, I made a mistake and almost put my son in. After the old man in purple finished speaking, he staggered behind his son and patted him on the shoulder, and walked alone to the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Deng Gongzi, where is your father?" Fen Jun walked out of the back door of the guest building, and was about to go to find the old man in purple, when he happened to meet his son.

"Uncle Jun, my father has gone to the bamboo forest, do you have something to do with him?" Deng Gongzi asked, he saw the short sword in Fenjun's hand, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"When did you go to the bamboo forest?" Fenjun hurriedly asked, he was worried that if Deng Xiu escaped, he would be in danger himself.

Deng Gongzi heard Uncle Jun's anxious tone, knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran towards the bamboo forest, and when he detoured behind the bamboo forest, he was stunned.

His father was lying on the ground with his eyes half-open, holding a short knife in his hand, and a deep knife on his neck, blood gushing out with blood bubbles.

"Daddy, Daddy..."