At this time, the fierce fight in the ring was a female disciple of the Taiqing Palace wearing a white palace uniform, it was Murong Bing.

Murong Bing's opponent is a black-faced man wearing the Huang family's costumes and an ordinary face, who has the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building.

Murong Bing was protected by a white light curtain, holding a silver long sword in his right hand, and after a slash, dozens of silver sword qi shot out, making a loud sound of breaking through the air, and the momentum was very amazing.

The black-faced man was covered with a yellow light mask, and a yellow banner the size of a zhang was erected in front of him, releasing a yellow wind that wrapped him in it, and the silver sword qi slashed into the yellow wind, like mud into the sea, without making the slightest sound.

Obviously, both sides are just testing each other, and they are not really moving.

Murong Bing kept waving the silver long sword in his hand, and the dense silver sword qi continued to shoot towards the opposite side.

Whenever dozens of sword qi were encountered, the number of yellow winds would decrease, although the yellow banner banner would soon spew out a stream of yellow wind to replenish it, but the number of replenishments was obviously not comparable to the reduced amount.

In this regard, the black-faced man didn't care at all, but he just said something in his mouth, and his ten fingers quickly pinched the trick.

It didn't take long for the black-faced man's hands to light up at the same time, and then he raised his hands together, and two yellow stones the size of a basin flew out of his hands and smashed towards Murong Bing.

With a flick of Murong Bing's wrist, more than ten silver sword qi shot out, and as soon as the yellow stone approached Murong Bing's three zhang range, it was shattered by the silver sword qi strike.

But soon, two more yellow stones flew out of the black-faced man's hand and smashed towards Murong Bing again.

Murong Bing frowned, and once again released more than ten sword qi, smashing Huang Shi to pieces.

In this way, a steady stream of yellow stones flew out of the black-faced man's hand and smashed towards Murong Bing.

With a single slash, more than a dozen silver sword qi rolled out, blocking all the Yellow Stones.

The black-faced big man's forehead slowly oozed out of the big man, and his expression was a little anxious, while Murong Bing's face did not change, and he looked at ease.

The strength of both of them is very strong, the black-faced man's earth-attribute Dao technique is superb, if it is an ordinary monk in the late stage of foundation building, I am afraid that he will really not be able to stop the Huangshi that he keeps throwing, and Murong Bing is not weak, constantly releasing silver sword qi to resolve the attack of the black-faced man, but Murong Bing's strength is obviously stronger.

Seeing that the boulder technique he was proud of was easily dissolved by the other party, the black-faced man frowned and stopped using the boulder technique.

I saw that he took out a yellow talisman and shattered it, turning it into a yellow light mask the size of several zhang, and covered himself inside.

Immediately after, he stepped forward, held the yellow banner with both hands, and waved it desperately, the yellow banner was not heavy, but every time the black-faced man waved it, it seemed to consume a lot of his physical strength and mana, making his face sweat profusely.

To everyone's surprise, Murong Bing did not cast a spell to attack the yellow light mask, but just looked at the black-faced man with a calm face, looking full of confidence in himself.

It didn't take long for the yellow banner to glow with a dazzling yellow light, and a humanoid monster could be faintly seen floating on it.

The black-faced man was pale, his face was pale, he glanced up at Murong Bing, and saw her standing in place with a calm face, which made the black-faced man look overjoyed.

Soon, the whole yellow flag lit up, and the black-faced man threw the yellow flag into the air, and then his fingers quickly changed his gestures, and then pointed to the flag with his fingers, and shouted:

"Shi Ling, show me. ”

As soon as the words fell, the yellow banner was radiant, and the yellow light flashed, turning into a yellow stone man more than three feet high.

The stone figure resembles a human in appearance, and its entire body is made up of huge yellow stones, and even its eyes are yellow.

"Go. ”

The black-faced man lightly pointed his finger at Murong Bing, and after the stone man let out a low roar, he strode towards Murong Bing.

Murong Bing raised his eyebrows, threw the silver long sword forward, pinched it with one hand, and hit the silver long sword with a magic duel.

After the silver long sword trembled slightly, nearly a hundred silver long swords were shot out of it, turning into more than a hundred silver rays of light, and shooting towards the stone man.

The stone man's body was immediately pierced by more than a hundred silver rays of light, and his head was even defeated by the silver long sword body.

After the stone monster screamed, the yellow light flashed, turned into a broken flag, and fell to the ground.

From Murong Bing's move to the destruction of the stone man, it was almost a blink of an eye, everyone was surprised, and the black-faced man himself was even more angry.

This Huang Luo Banner was obtained by him after spending years of savings, and it can be regarded as a boutique among the top-level magic weapons, not only offensive and defensive, but also able to summon stone people to attack, and the indestructible stone men on weekdays were destroyed by the other party in one face, and it was strange that he was happy.

The black-faced man still didn't admit defeat, his lips squirmed quickly, and it seemed that he was going to release some kind of spell.

At that moment, his ears moved, as if he heard something.

The black-faced big man showed a look of unwillingness on his face, but finally nodded, stopped casting spells, and said, "I admit defeat," After speaking, he took out a middle-grade spirit stone and threw it to Murong Bing.

Seeing this scene, everyone watching the battle was not surprised, the black-faced man was not Murong Bing's opponent at all, after all, Murong Bing himself not only had the cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, but also the most difficult sword cultivation, if he really fought, the black-faced man would not necessarily be cheap.

Murong Bing was able to defeat the black-faced man, Wang Changsheng was not surprised at all, he was interested in the silver long sword in Murong Bing's hand.

Even if the sword cultivator's attack was powerful, it was impossible for a hundred sword techniques to break the transformation attack of a top-level magic weapon, and the only explanation was that the silver long sword in Murong Bing's hand was not an ordinary top-level magic weapon.

Wang Changsheng had heard that some wealthy monks would use the materials for refining magic weapons to refine magic weapons for their descendants, and the power of this magic weapon far exceeded that of other magic weapons, but it was not as good as magic weapons, and it was called a half magic weapon.

He guessed that the silver long sword in Murong Bing's hand was most likely a half-magic weapon.

"Senior Brother Chen, do you know the origin of this senior sister on the stage?" Wang Changsheng's expression moved, and he asked Chen Baofeng.

"You said Senior Sister Murong! She is the descendant of Senior Uncle Murong, the Ice Spirit Root of different attributes, a few years younger than me, but Senior Sister Murong is cold by nature and rarely interacts with people, but our Senior Sister has some friendship with her, if you like Senior Sister Murong, I advise you to die of this heart! There are many senior brothers in this sect who like Senior Sister Murong, but none of them can enter her eyes, it is said that the owner of the new disciple of the sect is also an admirer of Senior Sister Murong," Chen Baofeng explained a few words.

Wang Changsheng nodded, and didn't say anything more, the one who can be called the ancestor of Chen Baofeng is naturally the Yuanying Monk, and as the descendant of the Yuanying Monk, it is nothing to have a half-magic weapon.

"Hey, it's her," Wang Changsheng suddenly snorted lightly, his eyes looking into the formation.

At this time, the next competition also began.

On the left is a woman in blue about twenty years old, who is Song Qiuyue, who sold spirit wine to Wang Changsheng, and on the right, is a plump girl in red.

The cultivation of the girl in red is relatively high, and she has the cultivation of the later stage of foundation building.