"Fang Shantai! That's worth looking forward to. "Although Lin Feng has fought with Nangong Sheng, he still doesn't have a little understanding of the strength of the eighth layer of blood fusion, maybe by observing Fang Shantai's move, he can make a rough judgment.

Linfeng continued to watch the game in the ring, only to see that the second ring was already shrouded in a thick mist at this time, and the onlookers could not see the situation in the ring clearly, only the occasional sound of fighting came, proving that the winner had not yet been distinguished.

Lin Feng knew that this was a vision that could only be cast by the Water God Dafa of the Water God Sect, and it was obvious that the people inside had been trapped in it by the opponent's Water God Dafa, and in an environment where the eyes could not see, if there were no powerful means, I was afraid that it would not last long.

Lin Feng thought in his heart, if he encountered this situation, I am afraid that he would have to rely on the Wenxin Sword Technique to deal with it, or he would have to rely on the unity of human swords to rush out directly, but now that the people inside can't get out, there must be some other means in this mist.

Just when Lin Feng was thinking about it, suddenly a figure flew out of the mist and fell to the open space under the ring, already soaking wet and scarred, and the clothes on his body were also torn, looking very embarrassed.

Falling into the ring is equivalent to defeat, after the man barely got up, the mist in the ring suddenly wanted to converge in the middle, and finally when the mist disappeared, a figure standing with a sword appeared in front of everyone, the man looked at the referee, as if asking why not announce the result.

The referee received his gaze and immediately announced the result, and everyone saw that there was nothing to doubt, and immediately declared the man the winner.

Linfeng's eyes paid attention to the man's clothes, the man and his opponent were both six layers of melting blood, but after the man defeated the opponent, his breath was not messy at all, and his clothes were neat, it could be seen that this battle did not take any effort at all, that is to say, this person's real strength was not brought into play at all.

Lin Feng squinted his eyes and watched the man walk off the stage, that person definitely has the strength to fight beyond the level, and it is estimated that he can win or lose with the seventh layer of blood fusion, this is a hidden master.

"Brother Zhu, what's the name of that Water God Sect?" Lin Feng turned his head to look at Zhu Qinglan on the side.

Zhu Qinglan held his chin and thought for a while, and then said: "It seems to be called Zheng Baoling, this person was not famous before, I didn't expect that he could easily defeat his opponent today, it must not be simple!"

Zheng Baoling wrote it down, and after Linfeng engraved his name on the jade plate, he added a few words worth noting.

Lin Feng: "I don't know if Brother Zhu knows the attack methods of this water god Dafa?"

Zhu Qinglan: "I don't know about this, it's the first time I've seen it, but the Water God Sect established the sect with the Water God Dafa, presumably there is only the wonder, in my opinion, the duel with the people of the Water God Sect must not be trapped by their water mist!"

Lin Feng: "But this ring is so big, the mist they release can easily envelop the entire ring, and there is no way to avoid it." ”

Zhu Qinglan: "Yes, this is the trouble, and you can't run outside the ring, such a competition, the Water God Sect has taken a big advantage." ”

On the rostrum, the elder of the Water God Sect looked at Zheng Baoling who stepped down from the stage, with a smile on his face, and nodded lightly, obviously very satisfied with Zheng Baoling's performance, and at the same time he was a little surprised in his heart, this Zheng Baoling is not obvious in the sect on weekdays, I didn't expect to have such a brilliant move, and looking at his demeanor, it is obvious that he did not do his best.

At the same time, there were also the elders of other sects who glanced at Zheng Baoling, of course, except for the elders of the Transformation God Palace with a frustrated face, he stared at Zheng Baoling at the moment, thinking that after these people took power in the future, wouldn't the Transformation God Palace be inferior to the Water God Sect.

The other five tournaments in the ring were nothing spectacular, with the winners all winning after a hard-fought battle.

After this one, Fang Shantai will be in the ring in the next game, this is the first big disciple to come to the stage, everyone's eyes are on him, and they are all looking forward to seeing the strength of this big disciple of the Shenmu Sect.

Fighting against Fang Shantai was a disciple of the Daoyuan Palace who was melting blood at the sixth layer, and that disciple stood still facing Fang Shantai, the long sword in his hand was held in his hand, it was tight and tight, and it could be seen that he was a little nervous.

His nervousness was understandable, after all, he was two small realms behind Fang Shantai's cultivation, and he didn't have any means to fight beyond the level, so the result of this battle was doomed from the beginning, and all he could do was to support Fang Shantai for a few more rounds, hoping not to lose too ugly.

Lin Feng found that Zhu Qinglan hadn't gone to see Fang Shantai's ring at all, so he immediately leaned over and asked, "Brother Zhu, you don't seem to be interested in Fang Shantai's side at all!"

Zhu Qinglan looked at Lin Feng with a stunned expression: "Brother Xiao, Fang Shantai's ending has long been doomed, and the opponent's cultivation is too poor, so he will definitely not be able to make Fang Shantai use any big means, so there is nothing to see, and a duel with comparable strength will be exciting." ”

After Zhu Qinglan finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Linfeng, and Yan Gaoge on the side only glanced at Linfeng, obviously agreeing with Zhu Qinglan's words.

The referee had already shouted to start, only to see that Fang Shantai hadn't even taken out his weapon, so he immediately rushed forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared, and the disciple of the Dao Yuan Palace was just about to lift the sword in his hand to block, when he was hit by a huge force, he spat blood and flew out of the ring, and fell to the ground without any movement.

At the moment when the Dao Yuan Palace disciple flew out, Fang Shantai's figure appeared in place, still light and light, as if he had never moved, but the Dao Yuan Palace disciple who fell to the ground was proving that he had indeed moved, and he had solved the opponent in one move.

Sure enough, as Zhu Qinglan said, there is nothing to see, Lin Feng said in his heart, Fang Shantai couldn't see any other means at all in this battle except for the fast attack speed.

Lin Feng secretly compared in his heart, even if he used Walkaway, he might not be able to reach his speed, which means that if he was replaced with a duel with him, he might not be able to dodge this trick, and he would definitely be able to escape enough.

"Fang Shan is too victorious!"

Then the referee announced the result, Fang Shantai's battle, from the beginning to the end, was just a few breaths of time, such a competition, for Fang Shantai, it was not even a warm-up.

Lin Feng felt that there was nothing to see in the first round of the big disciple's shot, and Fang Shantai's example of defeating the enemy with one move was in the front, and the big disciples in the back would definitely try to defeat the enemy with one move, after all, they were all big disciples, and their strength was the same Eight layers of blood fusion, who would be worse than whom, the big disciples all had their own pride, and they were definitely unwilling to let Fang Shan be too beautiful.

Soon this one was over. In the next game, there will be a disciple of the Qingyang Sect on the field, of course this person knows Linfeng, the presence of Beiyang Peak, and the fifth layer of blood melting.

He was facing a disciple of the Yin-Yang Palace, who was also a fifth-layer cultivator of the Blood-Melting Sect.

The cultivation of the two is about the same, presumably there will be a fierce battle, Lin Feng thought to himself.

Soon the battle began, Lin Ji seemed to want to win a lottery for the Qingyang Sect, and he was attacking with all his strength at the beginning, wanting to end the battle as soon as possible, Lin Feng could see below that Qinghe's eyes on the rostrum had also been staring at Lin Ji, obviously expecting Lin Ji to give him a surprise.

However, the reality is always cruel, he often makes people feel painful, and people have to accept it.

Just after a burst of attacks, the opponent seemed to have mastered his attack routine. Just when Lin Ji forced the other party to have no way out, Lin Ji stabbed a sword into the other party's heart, and the disciple of the Yuan Palace swung his sword to block, and at the same time his body swung sideways, and his other hand quickly slapped Lin Ji's chest, and the long sword that blocked Lin Ji's blade also slashed at the wrist diagonally at the same time,

When he was hit in the chest by the opponent's palm, he was already in a mana disorder, and before he could react, the right wrist holding the sword was cold again, blood sprayed out, and the wrist held the sword and flew out.

Lin Ji covered the broken wrist, flew back, blood spilled on the ground, the whole face suddenly turned pale, Lin Ji looked at his right hand that had no wrist, lost his mind, he didn't expect the other party to fight back with a move, he was defeated so miserably, and now this situation is definitely impossible to fight again.

However, before Lin could open his mouth to admit defeat, a streamer penetrated Lin Ji's heart, nailed him firmly to the ring, and Lin Ji used all his strength to raise his head, but he was unable to lift up, and his body was weak and his head was crooked.

The disciple of the Dao Yuan Palace saw that Lin Ji was dead, and with a wave of his hand, the sword that nailed Lin Ji flew into his hand.

And at this moment, Qinghe on the rostrum had already closed his eyes, he didn't dare to look at Lin Ji lying in the ring, and he didn't resent Daoyuan Palace, the disciples of Qingyang Sect were not as good as others, and they died in the ring, what could they say, in the face of strength, any resentment and anger were meaningless.

The disciples of the Qingyang Sect were full of sadness, although everyone usually had a fight in secret, but after all, it was a family, and at this moment, seeing that they were dying in the ring, they couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts, and they were also worried about their arrival.

The second-generation disciples of this Qingyang Sect are generally lower in strength than other sects, and the first one to go to the ring will be killed, and the other disciples in the back don't know what the result will be.

Lin Feng looked at all this and felt a little uncomfortable, although he was usually excluded by these people, and he was sometimes angry, but he never thought of causing the other party to die, at most he just wanted to retaliate and teach him a lesson.

Lin Feng raised his head and saw the elders of Daoyuan Palace nodding to the other elders beside him with a smile on their faces, and then the elders of the other sects also exchanged glances with each other.

Lin Feng chuckled in his heart, as if he understood the meaning in those eyes, they should have seen the disciples of the Qingyang Sect so vulnerable, I am afraid that they are going to unite together to kill the disciples of the Qingyang Sect, this time the twenty-three disciples of the Qingyang Sect, I don't know how many of them will be able to go back alive.

Everything verified Linfeng's guess, in the next competition, there were twelve Qingyang Sect disciples on the field, but only five of them survived, three of them barely defeated their opponents, and the other two were after defeating, they shouted in time to admit defeat, and only then did they save their lives.

For all the disciples of the sect who participated, the mortality rate of Qingyang Sect can be said to be the highest, basically as long as they are defeated, it is a dead end.

Qinghe on the rostrum, with a sullen face all day long, he also understood, this is the other sects have joined forces to suppress the Qingyang Sect, this time the people who came to participate in the competition are the second-generation disciples of the Qingyang Sect who can handle it, once these disciples are killed and injured, then the Qingyang Sect will have a broken strength, after his generation, the Qingyang Sect will have no successors, and can only wait for the three generations of disciples to grow up.

If such a situation really occurs, then the end of the Qingyang Sect will not be far away, once the elders of his generation wither one after another, then the Qingyang Sect with empty strength will definitely be attacked by a group, and I am afraid that it will not even be able to keep the inheritance at that time.

Lin Feng could see the gloating expressions on the faces of the people of the other sects below, the matter of the Qingyang Sect was a tragedy for the Qingyang Sect, and for the others, it was a happy event.

People are like this, when tragedy happens to others, they will only laugh it off or use it as a talking point.