At the Junshan Trade Fair, monks are not allowed to fight privately, and once they violate, they will face punishment from the Xiong family. If there is a grudge that cannot be resolved, you can apply for a decisive battle in the ring.

At the north end of Exchange Square, there is a large stone ring with a radius of more than ten zhang.

At this moment, the bottom of the ring was full of onlookers, and because the venue was large enough, it did not look crowded.

However, the discussion of the first and second grade was bustling and very noisy.

In the ring, two people stood facing each other.

A slender young man in a white robe, with a sharp face like a knife, very handsome, with three layers of spiritual cultivation, standing casually and chicly;

The other, dressed in a navy blue robe, was also a three-layered young man, as strong and strong as a cheetah, just like a javelin standing in the ring.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the air, the blue light flickered, and a hemispherical shield rose out of thin air, covering the ring tightly, but in an instant, it disappeared.

Viewed from the bottom of the stage, the shroud is completely transparent and does not obscure the view.

"Xiong Clan, Xiong Changyu, please teach Ling Daoyou!" Seeing the formation rising, the sturdy young man clasped his fists and saluted.

"Ice and Snow Castle, Ling Tiancheng. The white-robed young man smiled slightly, spread his hands and said, "Please." ”

The sturdy young man didn't say anything more, his eyes narrowed slightly, he kicked back with one leg suddenly, shouted, and ejected with the help of his strength, pounced like a fierce beast, and slammed his fists into the young man surnamed Ling.

"You actually plan to fight in close combat, and you don't use a magic weapon?" Shen Yun, who was watching the battle from the audience, muttered, his eyes suspicious.

The young man surnamed Ling stared at him, pushed with one hand, and in the flash of silver light, a round shield the size of a palm grew to the size of a skull, blocking the front.

He took advantage of the situation and retreated, slapped the storage bag again, and a magic weapon in the shape of a trident jumped out.

Shouted, "Go!"

In the "buzzing" sound, the trident slashed out a cold light, flying and shooting at the other party.

With a muffled sound of "bang", the sturdy young man's fists were in the face of the shield, and he shouted softly, and took advantage of a retreat.

There was an uproar in the audience, and many people cheered.

It turned out that the silver shield was hit by this blow, and it actually let out a trace of wail, tumbling and flying out, and the silver light was faintly dim.

"What a hard fist. Shen Yun secretly praised. Looking around, I saw Shi Jin standing on the other side of the ring and watching with relish, but Shi Qiulan didn't see it.

Not far away, the old man fishing by the lake also came, and the fat bear Changchun, who was in charge of the reception, was standing respectfully aside.

The young man surnamed Ling frowned slightly, moved his footsteps slightly, and pointed at the trident with one hand.

With a soft groan, the trident magic weapon was actually divided into three out of thin air. Turned into two strange blades and a spear, circled in the air out of thin air, and in the "woo" roar, several ice-cold rainbows were dragged out again, shooting out the bear's long feathers.

"It turned out to be a set of magic weapons. ”

The sturdy young man was not afraid, burst into a shout, his fists were clenched, and a puff of black smoke came out of nowhere, wrapping his fists suddenly, and in a flash of black light, a brisk, iron fist struck the flying trident.

The trident was instantly close in front of him, and several people in the audience exclaimed in surprise, and some female cultivators even covered their mouths with a look of horror.

Shen Yun noticed that the fat man Xiong Changchun and the old man had indifferent faces.

Sure enough, the blue light flashed, and the fierce young man turned into a light and shadow, and he had already circled to the side of the trident, "dangdangdang" a few times, and knocked a few tridents into the air.

"Whoosh" a few times, the three magic weapons that make up the trident, all of them flew down one by one, turned back to the ground, and flew back again.

"Body cultivation!" The face of the young man surnamed Ling was no longer as understated as before, but a solemn expression.