It had been drizzling for more than an hour, the wind was getting cooler, and the day was not so hot.

The focus of many fanatical eyes under the ring is a beautiful woman in a strong suit, convex and backward, with a fiery posture and endless temptation.

However, those drooling men were only feasting their eyes from afar, and no one dared to come forward to talk. Because they all know this woman, this woman's name is Bai Yanzhi, she just entered the Bixian Academy last year, and now she is already the fifth strongest person in the Xuan List, and she is not at all something that they can afford to provoke.

Bai Yanzhi frowned slightly at this time, and her apricot lips pursed slightly, which was obviously a bad omen.

She wasn't in a bad mood because there were a lot of people looking at her, on the contrary, she was enjoying the feeling of being in the limelight.

She was unhappy entirely because the black-faced boy was so unbearable that he was easily solved by Feng Wuchen with just one move.

Seeing Feng Wuchen's inadvertent smile, Bai Yanzhi clenched his jade fist tightly, his teeth chattered, and he glanced at a man from afar with anger.

Feng Wuchen, who was about to get out of the ring, didn't raise his feet before he heard someone under the ring shouting: "I want to challenge Feng Wuchen!"

Before the voice fell, a handsome teenager jumped into the ring.

The handsome young man also possessed the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Period, and he was holding a silver spear in his right hand, the light was as rich as water, flowing freely, and the sense of fierceness was fully revealed.

Judging from the quality, this spear must be a metal magic weapon of the first order or above.

Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, he had obviously shown a vigorous method just now, how could it not be like a soft persimmon, it should also have a bit of a deterrent effect, but why did someone come up and pinch it so soon?

"Is this guy relying on his spiritual power attribute to defeat me?" Feng Wuchen thought to himself, this is a reasonable explanation.

After all, for people with the same cultivation, the shengke of the spiritual power attribute is more important, and the person whose spiritual power attribute is overcome will often fall behind.

After a little hesitation, Feng Wuchen still didn't take out the second sword, but quietly put Yourong Gong into operation in his body. He wanted to continue to use this opponent as a "touchstone" and weigh his own catties well.

At the beginning of the competition, the handsome young man held the gun in both hands and first used a combination of virtual and real marksmanship.

Hundreds of dazzling shadows of guns with a scream that tore through the air shrouded the wind and dust, and the strong wind rose in all directions, blowing the wind and dusty clothes hunting.

Looking at the posture, this set of marksmanship of the handsome young man should be of the first order.

A few days earlier, Feng Wuchen would really be overwhelmed if he met such a handsome young man. However, now he has a trick to deal with it.

He hurriedly used the second move of the drizzle sword technique, which was endless.

The long sword in his hand was danced by him, and the wave was as fast as a wave, endless. The sword light overflowed, converging around it, gradually becoming more and more intense, like substance.

The shadow of the gun swept and retracted suddenly, like a beast suddenly closing its mouth.

Feng Wuchen was completely submerged in light and shadow.

Under the ring, everyone had their own thoughts, holding their breath and concentrating, waiting for the scene they were looking forward to.

The sound of "buzz" suddenly rose to the sky, dense and low, as if hundreds of bee colonies had suddenly exploded their nests, making people's scalps tingle.

The silver light cluster grew larger and larger, and it burst open with a "bang".

In the ring, a green drizzle began to fall, and the raindrops scattered.

There is no wind or rain in the middle of the ring, and the wind stands alone without dust.

"He's fine......"

Under the ring, I don't know who shouted, there was some chagrin and some disappointment in his voice.

This shout was like a cup of cold water in a boiling oil pot, which instantly detonated the audience and caused a lot of discussion.

The blow failed, and the handsome young man frowned slightly, and his face was a little heavier. However, there was no hesitation in the movement of his hands. Having been in battle for a long time, he knows very well the importance of seizing the opportunity.

I saw him alternate his hands, turn the spear sharply, dodge to the right side of Feng Wuchen, and shook the spear violently.

The cold light of the spear head flowed, and in the blink of an eye, it clicked more than a dozen times in the void, and a huge spear shadow like a stone pillar suddenly appeared. The spear was volleyed into the air, and the huge shadow of the spear immediately galloped away towards the wind and dust.

Although the shadow of this spear was huge, it was also extremely sharp, but the strong wind on it gently swept through the ring, and it easily turned the ring into a big flower face.

Feng Wuchen was blown by the strong wind, and it was a little difficult to breathe, so he didn't dare to be careless, and immediately held his breath and concentrated on the third and final move of the drizzle sword technique, which was inextricably linked.

The flying long sword suddenly became green, and green filaments quickly floated out of the long sword, and there were thousands of them in a few breaths, intertwined with each other, inseparable.

The huge shadow of the spear came in an instant, the power was amazing, the wind was dustless and did not dodge, with a little madness on his face, a little bit of eagerness, the long sword was a little volleyed in the air, and those filaments that looked soft and weak and broke at the touch of it were immediately densely wrapped around the huge, sharp gun shadow.

Judging from the power of the two sides, the spear shadow should have been able to easily break all those weak filaments.

But the imaginary picture did not happen for a long time, and the huge gun shadow was stopped by the tender filament, and it was impossible to move!

The handsome young man's face already had a look of horror, but he was not willing to lose like this, and frowned and prepared to make another move.

But as soon as his hand was raised, he found that there was a green "necklace" on his neck at some point, and he was immediately shocked into a cold sweat.

It turned out that when Feng Wuchen was casting thousands of threads just now, he quietly cast a first-order mid-grade spell Green Leaf Lock with two hearts and minds, and caught the opponent off guard.

There was an uproar in the ring, everyone thought that the two were evenly matched, and there would be a fierce battle, who would have thought that the winner would be separated so quickly.

Bai Yanzhi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, raised his eyebrows, held his jade palm, and the stone in his palm was pinched to pieces.

"Pervert, you're doing really well!"

As soon as he got out of the ring, Feng Wuchen heard a voice behind him that was extremely incommensurate with the atmosphere here.

Hearing this voice, he unconsciously quickened his pace forward, and at the same time pretended to be at a loss on his face that had nothing to do with him, for fear that others would see that the pervert in the mouth behind him was referring to him.

"Pervert, you're doing well!"

Feng Wuchen glanced at the man who suddenly ran in front of him at some point, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Senior brother, can you pay attention to your words and keep your promise a little!"

"I'm sorry, I forgot again, it's my fault, I won't call it next time!" Hou Tao scratched his head, looking like he sincerely admitted his mistake.

"It's strange to believe you!" Feng Wuchen and the white book behind him almost said in unison.

After speaking, the two couldn't help but look at each other and smile, these two didn't expect their views on Hou Tao to be so consistent.

When Hou Tao saw the reaction of the two, his face suddenly became a little unnatural, and he changed the topic and said: "Let's get down to business, although you won the game and performed very well, there are still some deficiencies that need to be corrected!"

"What's the matter?" Feng Wuchen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought that Hou Tao was going to point out to him which of his moves was inappropriate.

After the events of the previous two days, Feng Wuchen's eyes were a little more complicated when he looked at the shapeless "chief helmsman" in front of him.

"If you lose the game, forget it, if you win, you must report the name of our Peach Tree Club!" Hou Tao was very satisfied when he saw Feng Wuchen's humble and teachable look.

"Yes, Lord Helmsman!" Feng Wuchen said with a little crying and laughing.

After hearing the words "chief helmsman", Hou Tao suddenly blossomed with joy and almost fell down with laughter.

If he hadn't seen him make a move two days ago, Feng Wuchen wouldn't have believed that he would be so powerful.

"Senior brother, didn't you say that you still want to cheer for the wind?" Bai Shu was also helpless when he saw Hou Tao like this.

"His grandma's, I almost forgot, let's go, let's go and go with Dong Fu to cheer!"

With that, the three of them walked together to a ring in the northwest corner, where the wind was fighting with people. Feng Dong grasped a second-order low-grade magic weapon, a silver spear whip.

The silver spear whip is naturally also rewarded by the ancestors, this magic weapon is a metallic magic weapon, which is matched with the spiritual power attribute of the wind, and can be used as both a silver spear and a long whip, and it is extremely flexible.

In fact, this second-order magic weapon is very condescending for the monks in the Qi refining period to use. This kind of talent is not only because of the preciousness of the second-order magic weapon, but also because of the spiritual power of the cultivator in the Qi refining period, let alone exerting all the power of the second-order magic weapon, even if it is fifty percent, it is difficult. When these second-order magic weapons reach the hands of the monks in the foundation building period, then they are called making the best use of things.

However, because of the particularity of Feng Wuchen's spiritual power, the ancestor made a set of second-order low-grade small five swords for Feng Wuchen, and when he arrived at Feng Dong, he could only handle it according to the rules.

However, although these two magic weapons were a bit overkill for the two of them, the increase in the combat power of the two of them was indeed not small.

Relying on the advantages of magic weapons, Feng Dong has forced the opponent to the corner of the ring, and it seems that there should be no problem in winning.