The middle-aged monk anxiously watched the game in the ring, staring at the disciple in his own door, and just waiting for him to hit Ye Qinghan, he spoke out to let the monk in the door admit defeat.

But in the end, the middle-aged monk didn't shout "admit defeat" to his son, and the purple light ruler in Ye Qinghan's hand skyrocketed, killing the monk in the ring in one fell swoop, and even his divine consciousness was killed in an instant.

"Ahh

The young monk under the ring exclaimed in surprise when he saw his senior brother being killed, and the master beside him also looked at the disciples in the sect who had been destroyed, and suddenly became depressed.

The monk who finally entered the land list by himself from his own sect actually died like this.

The middle-aged monk was sad and indignant in his heart, but looking at Ye Qinghan of the Ming Yan Sect in the ring, he couldn't raise his mind to revenge.

The monks around the ring also exclaimed, especially knowing that Ye Qinghan's opponent in yesterday's competition was also a monk who was completely destroyed, and looked at Ye Qinghan with a little chill for a while.

Ye Qinghan no longer looked at the monks whose vitality had dissipated, and looked towards the monks of the town realm envoy's mansion.

The monk of the Zhenjing Embassy said, "Ming Yan Sect, Ye Qinghan wins. ”

Ye Qinghan nodded at this time, and left the ring after the formation was withdrawn.

By the afternoon, all the competition in the ring was over. By now, the top twenty-five monks had decided.

The monks of the town envoy invited these twenty-five people to the palace to draw lots for a duel, divided into twelve pairs, one of them had a bye and the winning twelve people drew lots to face each other again. Then one person will be vacated, and finally the remaining three will determine the top three.

Although some monks will use luck to advance to the next round, if they are not strong, they will also lose and compete with the rest of the monks who lost in front of them for the next place.

Li Haoran took out a number and handed it to the monks of the Zhenjing Embassy, as long as it wasn't drawn to Shangguan with a smile.

In the evening, the list of the remaining twenty-five monks appeared on the jade.

Looking at the smiling name of Shangguan who had a bye at the top, Li Haoran smiled bitterly, and then looked for his name and his next opponent.

Looking at the opponent's name, Li Haoran shook his head and smiled bitterly, it was actually someone he knew. And it shouldn't be possible to get spirit stones.

Li Haoran's next opponent is Fan Yuner's senior brother, Lin Yufeng of Wanhe Villa.

In the evening, Shangguan came to Li Haoran with a smile and greatly showed off the news of his bye.

Li Haoran smiled bitterly at this, but he was very happy in his heart, Shangguan Hanxiao was getting closer and closer to the goal of first place.

The next day, after Li Haoran and Shangguan Hanxiao had dinner, they went to the ring where Li Haoran competed together.

Shangguan Hanxiao didn't have a competition today, so he naturally came to see Li Haoran's competition.

"Be careful. Shangguan said to Li Haoran with a smile.

Li Haoran nodded, jumped into the ring surrounded by hundreds of monks, and looked at Lin Yufeng, who was already waiting in the ring, after verifying the jade medal.

The monks of the town realm embassy also activated the formation of the ring.

Lin Yufeng also looked at Li Haoran, but he gave his hand very politely, but there was no politeness in his words: "Thank you Wanshu Daojun for taking care of Senior Sister Yun'er in the small world, but the day before yesterday, Senior Sister Yun'er was still in the hands of Wanshu Daojun, and I can't show mercy to Wanshu Daojun's subordinates today." ”

Li Haoran smiled: "Lin Daoyou said that he was laughing, but don't worry, I will be merciful." ”

Lin Yufeng listened to Li Haoran's words, his face sank, and nine white feathers appeared beside him with a white light: "Be careful." ”

Saying that, the nine white feathers lined up in formation and killed Li Haoran together.

Li Haoran did not slack off, the magic weapon of Shen Mo was urged by him, and the ink cloud shrouded the entire ring.

In an instant, the white feather light shone and shuttled through the ink clouds, and countless white light feathers shot towards Li Haoran.

The ink clouds in front of Li Haoran surged, blocking all of Lin Yufeng's attacks, and at the same time, he kept changing the formation composed of nine white feathers, generating different attacks to attack Li Haoran.

In the ink cloud in front of Li Haoran, there was a faint blue light shining. After a quarter of an hour like this, Li Haoran defused all of Lin Yufeng's attacks without moving.

This surprised the monks around the ring, and also made the monks who came to watch the battle from Wanhe Mountain Villa frown tightly.

Lin Yufeng in the ring was even more anxious, the strength he was proud of, Li Haoran was motionless, and he couldn't even break his defense.

However, Lin Yufeng was not reconciled, he thought that he was known for his speed, and his attacks were indeed not very powerful.

Thinking of this, Lin Yufeng gritted his teeth and stopped attacking, since he couldn't break through Li Haoran's defense, it was better to save some aura. He concluded in his heart that Li Haoran had urged the aura of his whole body to defuse his attack.

Now as long as you calm down and don't attack Li Haoran, when Li Haoran no longer defends with all his strength, he will defeat him in one fell swoop.

Thinking like this, the nine white feathers flew back to Lin Yufeng's side and stopped attacking, and for a while, the ring was quiet.

All of this was under Li Haoran's divine sense probe, and seeing Lin Yufeng stop attacking, Li Haoran asked, "Why did Lin Daoyou stop?"

Lin Yufeng snorted lightly, and muttered in his heart: "You hide like a turtle, what else am I fighting?"

However, on the face, Lin Yufeng would not admit that he could not break through Li Haoran's defense, and said: "Wanshu Dao Jun does not make a move, is he looking down on him? ”

Li Haoran looked at Lin Yufeng's pretentious appearance, and sneered in his heart, but he didn't expose Lin Yufeng: "Then please ask Lin Daoyou to be careful." ”

Lin Yufeng was not careless, the white feathers around him flew and shone brightly, and he began to think about how he would attack if Li Haoran showed his flaws.

The light blue ice swords beside Li Haoran condensed one by one, slowly appearing in the ring, and in a moment, a third of the ring was already filled.

The monks around the ring looked up at the hundreds of light blue ice swords that surrounded Li Haoran, and were speechless in shock for a while.

Most of the people present were monks from the Fugue realm and above, so they naturally understood the reason why the ice sword condensed into blue.

Li Haoran condensed so many light blue ice swords with ease on his face, and it was impossible not to let these monks not be shocked. In the end, his heart turned into an exclamation: "The name of the Ten Thousand Techniques Dao Monarch is really worthy of its name!"

"Lin Daoyou be careful. ”

Li Haoran looked at Lin Yufeng with a shocked face, and hundreds of light blue ice swords around him shot towards Lin Yufeng together.

Lin Yufeng was already shocked in his heart after watching Li Haoran condense so many light blue ice swords, and his desperate heart kept muttering about impossible, impossible.

But now, the hundreds of light blue ice swords, the huge power of the salvo, made Lin Yufeng return to reality, urging the whole body aura to make the nine white feathers defend.