"Wind Spirit Palm!"

A calm whisper, born with the flying sand and stones.

Ma Xiangtong's eyes widened in horror, looking at the scene that he couldn't believe, and muttered, "How can it be safe and sound under my water waves?"

"This can't be!" he roared, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the roaring flying sand and dust.

In the stands, Han Yun let out a long breath, Xu Rui frowned, showing a face full of confusion, and almost everyone opened their mouths wide. Like Ma Xiangtong, they couldn't understand how Zhang Xiaoyan could be safe and sound after being attacked by Shui Bojue, and he could also instantly release the mana of the Wind Spirit Palm to fight back.

Only Zheng Ling showed a sweet smile when she saw all this.

After a while, Zhang Xiaofang withdrew his mana.

The wind has been howling, the sand and gravel dust have gradually dissipated, and Ma Xiangtong's figure has gradually become clear in the wind and sand.

His gaze was glazed and lifeless, his clothes torn apart by the fine flying sand stirred up by the mana of the Wind Spirit Palm.

When the flying sand and dust were completely settled, Ma Xiangtong also fell to his knees with a thud, holding his hands down, and blood continued to spill out from the corners of his mouth.

He opened a pair of dead fish-like eyes, staring directly at Zhang Xiaofang standing in front of him, which was full of hideousness, full of terror, and endless incomprehension.

After a long time, he finally fell headlong in front of Zhang Xiaofang.

"Why do you have to make such a big salute?" Zhang Xiaofang looked at him and said with an indifferent smile.

Immediately, several people ran up and carried Ma Xiangtong off the martial arts arena.

He still has a breath left, and he can't die, but I'm afraid he won't be able to practice anymore.

"Zhang Xiaoyan's strength seems to be ......" Xu Rui in the stands asked softly at Hanyun, but he stopped talking.

Han Yun was also surprised, she felt that she should learn more about Zhang Xiaofang in the future.

Hu Zexiu's chest rose and fell, panting wildly, anger was surging outward from his body, and his eyes were even redder.

The entire arena was enveloped in silence, and the air seemed to have condensed.

Zhang Xiaofang was complacent with a smile on his face, but beads of sweat were faintly oozing from his forehead, and his breath was a little chaotic. He looked around and said loudly, "Is there anyone else who has come to challenge......?" Can you take a break?"

"I'd better send you to rest forever!"

A cold voice came out, and Hu Zexiu jumped into the martial arts arena, without hesitating for half a minute, and instantly exerted his mana and attacked Zhang Xiaofang.

"Flame Palm!"

In the midst of the loud cheers, a scorching cyclone broke through the air, Zhang Xiaofang stared intently, and quickly retreated.

Some people in the stands have begun to worry about Zhang Xiaofang's safety, with Hu Zexiu's family background, when he says that he wants Zhang Xiaofang to rest forever, it is likely that it will really be realized.

Especially in a place like the martial arts arena, it is harmless to say some cruel words, and there are reasons such as "mana has no eyes, and death and injury are inevitable" when you do some cruel things. What's more, Hu Zexiu is considered the top figure among the registered disciples in this issue, and he has such strength.

Hanyun had already sweated for Zhang Xiaofang, she stared at the martial arts arena, and silently made up her mind that as long as Zhang Xiaofang was in danger, even if she risked offending the people behind Hu Zexiu, she would rescue her.

On the other side of the stands, Zheng Ling's sweet face suddenly lost its sweetness again and became dignified.

The corners of Xue Ying's mouth had a hint of a chuckle, and she said secretly: It seems that in this trial at the same time, I can win the first place!

Zhang Xiaofang also unleashed the mana of the Wind Spirit Palm between dodging.

The mana that roared like a strong wind and the mana that was as hot as a flame collided and impacted, causing the surrounding aura to fluctuate violently.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofang began to look at Hu Zexiu with admiration. It seems that there is still some truth for him to be the boss of this issue of registered disciples, and his cultivation mana is definitely much stronger than anyone he has fought before.

Fighting against three opponents who are not weak in a row, and then facing such a strong opponent like Hu Zexiu, Zhang Xiaofang has no chance of winning.

I saw that Hu Zexiu had fused his body and spells, and his proficiency was by no means comparable to the previous ones. Sometimes he flew with his palms, sometimes he leaped and swam, causing a continuous hot cyclone to attack Zhang Xiaofang.

If it weren't for Zhang Xiaomad, who was an immortal, he would not have been able to dodge his continuous attacks.

Zhang Xiaoyan only knew that Hu Zexiu's family background was extraordinary, but now it seems that he can basically determine the extraordinary family background behind Hu Zexiu, and it must also be related to the cultivation of immortals, otherwise he will definitely not be able to master this kind of spell casting method.

And this kind of subtle spell-casting method will definitely not be something that can be guided by a person like Han Yun who is in the realm of cultivation and only the realm of the Three Yang Gathering Peaks.

In the face of Hu Zexiu's pressing step by step, Zhang Xiaofang was a little embarrassed.

Xu Rui was paying attention to Hu Zexiu's spell casting methods from the stands, his eyes were full of light, and he couldn't help muttering in admiration: "Sure enough, there is a master who has instructed me to cast such an effect on the basic spell of the Flame Palm, I'm afraid I'm far behind!"

Although Hanyun was worried about Zhang Xiaofang, she had to admit in her heart that she would never be able to do it.

Xue Ying looked at Hu Zexiu's strength, and couldn't help but worry, even if Zhang Xiaofang consumed it ruthlessly, she might not be able to compete with it.

But even in this case, Hu Zexiu still couldn't defeat Zhang Xiaofang, although Zhang Xiaofang looked a little embarrassed, but it was already secretly amazing for everyone to be able to hold on.

Hu Zexiu's offensive became more and more intense, and the killing intent in his eyes became even stronger.

"Zhang Xiaofang, I still underestimate you a little, under my mana offensive, you can still hold on for so long, it's really beyond my expectations! You must know that this kind of offensive of mine was originally intended to be used when advancing to the outer disciples, but you forced it to show it in advance!"

Hu Zexiu said gloomily, and continued to affect Dan Yuan, strengthening his mana.

Zhang Xiaofang had sweat flowing on his forehead, and his dodging style looked embarrassed, but his expression was still relaxed.

Between dodging, he said with a smile: "Hu Zexiu, you must have used such an offensive to kill me!"

Hu Zexiu said angrily: "Yes! You must die today!"

Zhang Xiaoyan shook his head, his expression suddenly became indifferent, and he lowered his voice and said, "Since this is the case, I don't need to be polite to you anymore!"

Hu Zexiu originally took the lead, but when he heard Zhang Xiaofang's reply, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

Zhang Xiaoyan had already gone through three battles, and the consumption of true yuan had already passed half, and now under my mana attack, he should have been seriously injured to the end, but he was still unharmed...... Under the coercion of Ma Xiangtong's water wave trick, he was able to be safe and sound...... Could it be that he has always concealed his strength, after all, he has always concealed his cultivation realm......

Just when Hu Zexiu lost his mind for a moment, he suddenly felt the hot mana released by him, and suddenly counterattacked......