There are hundreds of fighting platforms in Guiyun Town, not only on the peak, but also on the mountainside, and there are people fighting here almost every day, if it is not a high-level monk who builds the foundation, no one will pay attention at all.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand and slapped each of the five scars, breaking the confinement in the five people's bodies, seeing the worry in the eyes of several people, Fang Yan said, "Don't worry. ”

Seeing that Fang Yan broke the confinement of several of his people when he raised his hand, the three of them looked at Fang Yan twice.

Fang Yan and the young man of Qian Feng came to a fighting platform one after another, and Scar and several people also followed behind, at this time, there were two monks fighting on the stage, and there were more than a dozen people around the stage.

The stage is really in actual combat, both sides are foundation building monks, although separated by a protective shield, Fang Yan can still feel the power of the spell on the stage, in fact, Fang Yan has never really fought with people, several battles are won by bee beasts or formations or sneak attacks, Fang Yan also wants to see if he doesn't rely on these, what is the actual level.

Soon, the two people on the stage divided the winner and loser, one person was knocked to the ground, and after a few convulsions, he lost his breath, and two people in the audience went up, carried the body down, and looked at the winning people with hatred in their eyes, and left without looking back.

"Boy, that's what you'll do later. Qian Feng licked his lips and said to Fang Yan, like a bloodthirsty beast facing his prey, and then jumped onto the fighting platform.

Fang Yan was noncommittal, and followed a jump and went to the Doufa platform, where Qian Feng was already negotiating with a monk guarding the platform, and the people guarding the platform here were all members of the law enforcement team, he looked at Fang Yan's side, didn't say anything, waved his hand to let the two of them in, and then there was a wave of mana fluctuations, and the entire Doufa platform was shrouded in the formation.

"Boy, it's too late to regret it now, let's die. ”

Qian Feng's hand moved, and a dark red ruler-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand, and Fang Yan seemed to feel a wail coming from this magic weapon, as if there were endless powerful ghosts sealed in the sword, a murder weapon, not only how many demon beasts but also monks could have this momentum.

The right method treasure seems to be a treasure weapon, and Fang Yan stretched out his hand to sacrifice the green fire sparrow, and at the same time sacrificed the heavenly silkworm spirit silk cover and the golden light bell.

Seeing the movement of the dialect, Qian Feng smiled: "Haha, boy, do you want to block it with a few magic weapons?" With a wave of his hands, three jet-black sword lights shot towards Fang Yan.

This sword light was very sharp, and it instantly cut through the shield of the golden light bell, and the grade of the golden light bell in the dialect was too low, and he didn't feel that he was fighting with the qi refining period monk, but when he ran into the foundation building period monk, it was broken in one fell swoop.

Fang Yan saw that the shield of the golden light clock did not play a role, so he put the golden light clock away with a flip of his hand, and at the same time threw out several spirit runes, and after a loud bang, several sword lights finally dissipated.

"Boy, I can't tell that you're still a rich master, third-order spirit runes, I see how many spirit runes you have. ”

Seeing that Fang Yan used the spirit rune to block his three sword lights, Qian Feng was not in a hurry, waved his hand and released a few more sword lights, and at the same time threw out a spell, Fang Yan suddenly felt that his actions seemed to be a little laborious, as if he was in a net.

Fang Yan knew that it was not a way to be beaten so passively, and at the same time as throwing out a few spirit runes, the green fire finch in Fang Yan's hand also moved, and dozens of firebirds conjured up, accompanied by a loud birdsong, and rushed towards Qian Feng on the opposite side.

"A magic weapon is a magic weapon, and the best one is useless, the kid lets you see the power of the treasure weapon. The firebird flew in front of him, Qian Feng was not in a hurry at all, a flash of light flashed on his body, a fishing net rose, and all the firebirds were enclosed in it, as the fishing net continued to shrink, the loud chirping of the firebird gradually turned into a wail.

"Ah, the foundation building period monk is so powerful?" Fang Yan muttered in his heart when he saw that the firebird that he used to be very effective in the past was broken by the other party so easily, but if he put the fire in it, it would definitely not be the result.

Fang Yan didn't feel sorry for the spirit rune at all, and there were a few spirit runes in his hand, and after there were several layers of spirit rune armor around his body, Fang Yan simply ignored the other party's attack, and practiced spells on the stage, from fireball and water archery, to all kinds of armor, they used it one after another, and for a time the stage was colorful and very good-looking.

Scar and the others didn't quite understand the situation on the stage, and when they saw the large number of spells thrown out by Fang Yan, they all felt that their boss had the upper hand, and they immediately cheered.

Hearing the cheers of Scar and the others, the two people watching the battle over there pouted: "Idiot." They could naturally see that Fang Yan was only supported by the shield formed by the third-order spirit rune, and the spells thrown out were just low-level spells, and they didn't have any lethality at all for Qian Feng on the opposite side, they just looked gorgeous, and they used these spells when fighting for life and death, and they didn't know how this became the boss.

Feeling that his spirit armor was missing a few layers, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and threw out a few more, still practicing the various spells he had practiced, no matter what spell he had, he threw it on the other party, he had never cast a spell so happily, and it was extremely refreshing for a while.

Qian Feng on the other side also felt it, feeling that this kid was training by himself with a turtle shell, thinking that he had cultivated the practice of concealing cultivation, but at this time Qian Feng had already determined that the cultivation of the dialect was what seemed to be the tenth layer of qi refining, but he didn't know why the dialect was not affected by the coercion of his divine sense, and he should have cultivated some kind of condensing divine consciousness exercise. Third-order spirit runes, one requires dozens of spirit stones, this kid in front of him is just a Qi refining period cultivator, how can he be willing to consume so much, and he has so many spirit runes on his body, there are already dozens of them at this moment, they are worth more than thousands of spirit stones, and he has never been so extravagant.

The two people watching the battle were also a little impatient: "Qian Feng, hurry up and solve it, we still have something to do." The deep voice passed through the protective array to the stage, Qian Feng heard it, and the dialect also heard it.

Suddenly, Fang Yan felt that the momentum of the opponent on the stage changed, and the surrounding aura seemed to be surging towards the opponent's Qian Feng, and he heard a voice in his ears: "Boy, let you see the gap between true foundation building and qi refining." ”

With a swish, a bright light flashed, it was a small flying sword, under the control of Qian Feng's divine sense, it shot towards Fang Yan in the air, not a conjured sword light, but a magic weapon entity.

Dialects can also resist flying swords, but they can only be around the body, and they also need to be controlled by divine consciousness, and when fighting, they are not as effective as attacking with a magic weapon in their hands, but unlike the Zhuji monks, they can make the magic weapon far away from the body, so they can naturally attack with a weapon, but they can attack the enemy without being threatened.

Of course, the imperial weapon attack is not omnipotent.,It's powerful and also needs to consume a lot of divine consciousness.,Only when you have to force or win will you use it.,If you don't hit a hit.,It's broken by the other party.,Divine consciousness will be hurt a lot.,This kind of attack is often used by monks in the late stage of foundation building.。

Qian Feng saw that the dialect was only a tenth-level cultivation of qi refining, and he clearly suppressed people with force, attached his divine sense to the flying sword, and directly slashed at the dialect.

Fang Yan also sensed the power of this flying sword, far from being comparable to the sword light, not to mention that the other party's flying sword is a treasure level, it is Fang Yan's own green fire finch, which can also scratch the body without any protection from the other party, staring closely at the flying sword, Fang Yan instantly threw out more than a dozen spirit runes, this time not only the protective spirit runes, but also a few attack spirit runes.

"Hmph, for a treasure weapon, the third-order spirit rune is useless at all, break it for me. Qian Feng was very disdainful when he saw Fang Yan's movements.

Fang Yan soon found that his more than a dozen spirit runes were not even blocked for an instant, the flying sword was only a few feet away from him, his hands flipped over, and he kept beating out the protective spirit runes, and at the same time urged all his protective magic weapons to the maximum extent, and even the golden light clock that he had just put away was sacrificed again, even if it was damaged, he had to block this blow.

A banging sound sounded, more than a dozen spirit runes plus several layers of magic spirit armor of the dialect were all destroyed in the blink of an eye, and it was too late for the dialect to summon the queen bee beast, so he had to use enough mana to urge the silkworm spirit silk cover.

At this time, Fang Yan didn't care about practicing spells to test his cultivation, and quickly released the fire, forming an armor on his chest.

It's a long time to say, in fact, from the time Qian Feng released the flying sword to the time when the dialect released the fire, it was a total of a moment, and there were two stabs, and the protection of the golden light bell and the spirit silk cover had been destroyed.

Qian Feng's divine sense was on the flying sword, and he naturally knew that the dialect at this moment was already an unguarded lamb, and as long as his flying sword was a little forward, it could pass through the body, and it was impossible for the qi refining cultivator to block the close attack of the treasure weapon with his flesh and blood.

Whether it was Qian Feng of Taishang or his two companions in the audience, after Qian Feng's sword attack, they all thought that the battle was about to end.

"Ah, what is this. Qian Feng, who was sure to win, suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his divine consciousness attached to the flying sword, and the pain of his divine consciousness was different from the pain of the physical body and deeply rooted in the soul.

The two people in the audience also discovered that something was wrong with Qian Feng, although the flying sword had been inserted into Fang Yan's body, but it did not pass through the body as expected, but stopped at Fang Yan's chest, but Qian Feng over there fell to the ground holding his head.

Fang Yan took a step, and then came to Qian Feng, clinging to Qian Feng's body, leaving the fire and entering Qian Feng's body along Fang Yan's palm, Qian Feng, whose divine consciousness had dissipated more than half, didn't even scream miserably, and then disappeared.

Fang Yan scooped it up casually, put all the things on Qian Feng's body into his Qiankun bag, and then stood up.

Throwing two Lingyuan Pills into his mouth, Fang Yan counted the dots on his chest, and then pulled out the flying sword in one fell swoop.

After packing up, Fang Yan walked to the side of the fighting platform, arched his hand to the monk, and got off the fighting platform.

Scar and the others naturally cheered, but the two over there didn't expect such a result, their eyes stared at Fang Yan uncertainly, as if they wanted to know how Fang Yan blocked Qian Feng's attack, and then killed Qian Feng.

"You two, do you want to have a show?" Fang Yan asked after looking at each other.