The fair-skinned woman's idea was good, but she misestimated the power of Wang Lu's gourd, after the lotus leaf magic weapon wrapped the gourd, she found that the temperature of the gourd was unusually high, and when the fair-skinned woman reacted and wanted to withdraw the magic weapon, it was too late, and the high temperature made the lotus leaf magic weapon not controlled by the fair-skinned woman, and it burned directly, and then turned into ashes. The beloved magic weapon was damaged, and the fair-skinned woman who was connected to the magic weapon directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and her vitality was greatly injured.

The second battle of the eightfold battle of Qi refining Baicaomen sent Yang Mingyang's acquaintance, it was the green-clothed girl Wang Ting who had been to the underground altar of the Wu clan with Yang Mingyang, as a disciple of Baicaomen's key training, her strength was indeed extraordinary, and it didn't take long for her powerful man-eating flower to almost bite off one of the arms of a Fengyunmen disciple, but for some reason she suddenly terminated the spell, allowing the Fengyunmen disciple to escape, and this disciple also knew that this matter could not be done, so he admitted defeat and flew off the stage.

In the third game of the eightfold qi refining game, it was Yang Mingyang's turn to play, and just as he was about to walk to the stage, a figure suddenly flew out of the crowd of Baicaomen on the opposite side and flew directly towards the stage. This figure seemed to lack strength halfway through the flight, and his figure suddenly fell, and not far from stepping on the platform, the shoulders of a Fengyunmen mid-stage Qi refining disciple flew up again, and then gently floated down on the platform, causing a burst of cheers from the disciples of the Baicao Sect, and a burst of angry scolding from the disciples of the Fengyun Sect. As soon as this monk came to the stage, not only did he not show the slightest apology, but instead stretched out a fist in the direction where the Fengyun Sect disciple was, full of provocation.

"Senior Brother Ma, Senior Brother Ma!" The Baicaomen disciples in the audience shouted together when they saw that it was this person who came to the stage. There was a Fengyunmen disciple in the audience who knew more about this person and exclaimed: "Suffer, how can this person be, he is the descendant disciple of the Elder Jindan of the Baicao Sect, and the best among the Qi refining cultivators." Yang Mingyang slowly walked up to the stage, standing in front of his opponent, before meeting, this monk surnamed Ma was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, this man was tall and handsome, but his eyes flashed with a cold light, at first glance, he was a fierce person, such a grade can be cultivated to the eighth level of qi refining, and his qualifications are also very good. Looking at the person in front of him, Yang Mingyang couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, it seems that this is a hard stubble.

On a mountain peak dozens of miles away from Lufuping, four young people were sitting here, watching the upcoming battle on the stage through a special magic weapon. If Yang Mingyang is here, he will be very happy, because these four young people are the four young people who grew up with him.

"Ah! It was Brother Mingyang who came to the stage this time, and he may not be the opponent of the other party based on his momentum. A beautiful girl exclaimed, it was Liu Yu'er who spoke.

"Yes, unless there is any accident, Brother Mingyang will be defeated, I hope he will admit defeat if he encounters any danger, and his life will not be in danger!" Liu Yun continued.

"Alas, Brother Mingyang is not a person who gives up easily. Liu Feng doesn't like to talk, but what he says is always very reasonable, in fact, the four people present know Yang Mingyang best, and know that he is a person who does not admit defeat in his bones.

"This old man is really hateful, not only did he not let us go on stage to fight, but he also didn't let us go to the scene, and if something happened to my brother, I would have to remove a few of his beards. "Yang Yufei is anxious, and the sect master has made them only watch and not fight for the past few days, and they can't go to the scene, which makes him feel irritable and abnormal.

At this time, in the crowd of Baicaomen under the stage, a girl in green saw that it was Yang Mingyang who came to the stage this time, and she couldn't help but be stunned: "How could it be him, the strength of him and me is between the best, Senior Brother Ma's strength is stronger than both of us, and his methods are more ruthless." "Obviously, the other party is a monk of a hostile sect, but this girl is worried about the other party.

"I advise you to take the initiative to admit defeat, but I will either die or be injured later, and it will be too late to regret it. The monk surnamed Ma looked fierce and said viciously. Yang Mingyang didn't speak, just held the feather sword in his hand and represented his answer with his actions. The monk surnamed Ma looked at the long sword in Yang Mingyang's hand, and couldn't help but light up, and then said: "The strength is not good, this sword is not bad, I want it!" The monk surnamed Ma said with an arrogant face.

As soon as the "start" words of the monk Zhuji who served as the referee fell, the lightning boots under Yang Mingyang's feet quickly approached the monk surnamed Ma with him, and the feather sword in his hand brought up a golden light and shot towards the neck of the monk surnamed Ma. Knowing that the other party is strong, he took this way of striking first to get the first opportunity. His strategy is very correct, the monk surnamed Ma didn't expect Yang Mingyang to attack directly, when Jin Guang was very close to him, he reacted, and hurriedly took out a long sword, swung the sword to deflect the golden light, the golden light deviated from the direction, cut off a few hairs of the monk surnamed Ma and disappeared into the air. The sudden attack did not achieve effective results, Yang Mingyang was a little regretful, but this was also expected by him, the feather sword in his hand did not stop at all, and continued to wave it non-stop, and golden light continued to fly out of the long sword, shooting towards the monk surnamed Ma quickly.

The situation was not as smooth as Yang Mingyang imagined, and after the monk surnamed Ma experienced the initial embarrassment, he slowly adapted to Yang Mingyang's attack method that is known for his speed, and began to calmly block or dodge the flying golden light. Seeing that this method of attacking with speed advantage could no longer receive good results, Yang Mingyang couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, it seemed that he had to think of other ways.

After thinking about it secretly in his heart, he swung the long sword in his hand a few times, and a golden ball of light the size of a human head flew out from the feather sword, and smashed it viciously towards the monk surnamed Ma. When the monk surnamed Ma saw it, not only did he not panic, but he was a little happy, because this way of relying on spiritual power to fight hard is his own strength, so he also drove the magic weapon in his hand to send out a golden light cluster of the same size to hit Yang Mingyang's golden light cluster, which was also a metallic attack force, and the golden light group of the monk surnamed Ma was emitted, but the power was much stronger, and the golden light group sent out by Yang Mingyang retreated again and again. Yang Mingyang saw that the form was unfavorable to him, and the feather sword swung continuously, increasing the input of spiritual power, and finally made his golden light group able to resist the opponent's attack, and the golden light group of both sides continued in the air.

Seeing this situation, Yang Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief, but the good times did not last long, and after a short time, Yang Mingyang's golden light group was suppressed and retreated, and finally it was finally broken, and the stage was suddenly full of golden light, which dazzled the monks watching the audience. Yang Mingyang's golden light group was broken, and the golden light group of the monk surnamed Ma continued to run towards Yang Mingyang, Yang Mingyang saw this, so he had to fly the long sword in his hand into the air, and hit the golden light group sent by the monk surnamed Ma. Although he was not injured, all the monks present could see that Yang Mingyang was obviously at a disadvantage.