As soon as the bell fell, the aftermath was still echoing in the valley of red leaves, and He Qi carried the black-clothed young man who fainted to death in one hand, strolling leisurely and leisurely out of the ring.

Someone in the audience exclaimed: "Look, look at the ninth ring on the left, what's going on, it's over?"

"Fuck, it's over, that kid is carrying someone down"

"This ...... How is it possible? He only led the seventh layer of spirits, and he subdued his opponent in an instant!"

Wen Shuang looked around, but didn't see where He Qi was in the ring, so he turned his head and asked Hongyu, "Do you see that He Niu God?" I have to see if he can blow as well as his mouth!"

Hongyu's eyes lit up, staring at a ring, and said without looking back: "Don't worry, don't worry, look at the No. 20 ring, Brother Jiang is fighting with a little white face, it's about to start, look, look, Brother Jiang, it's time to make a move......"

In the middle of the ring, Mei Yichun showed a look of shock on his face, looked at He Qi deeply, and He Qi smiled and left the young man down.

The eyes of the Tianyan Sword Sect's envoy Liu flashed with Dao essence, and his half-lying body straightened up, and said in a clear voice: "This little friend is really good, you defeated the strong with the weak, and you won so neatly!"

He Qi smiled indifferently and replied: "Thousands of breaks, only fast is not broken, the next is to kill him with speed and stun him with one palm!"

Envoy Liu nodded and said with a smile: "What is the qualification of Xiaoyou Linggen?"

He Qi didn't mean to be embarrassed, and replied calmly: "I'm a yellow-level superior"

His yellow-level high-grade wind spirit root was still raised by the floating grass.

The smile on Envoy Liu's face froze, and he glanced at He Qi, who seemed to be very confident, he was so distracted that he had no interest in chatting with He Qi: "You go to the ring first and stand there, and wait for the next fight!"

He Qi stood up to the place before, scanning the rings with two eyes, and after a glance, he found that there were not many people among the dozens of spiritual initiators who had really experienced harm.

Di Qin is indeed a fire monk, one after another fire snakes and a ninth-layer spiritual cultivator are on a par, obviously this Di Qin hides his strength, otherwise, with the qualifications of the earth-level spiritual root, the spiritual root bonus, each fire snake technique can easily complete the opposite spiritual nine-layer monk.

A delicate girl is a popular monk, elegant as a fairy, between the attack of magic weapons and spells, with ease.

Mei Sanying, Mei Lin's green sword qi flew out from his fingers, beating the opponent to the point that he only had the power to parry.

In the whole big ring, just a few people barely have a little way.

"The master is lonely, alas! In order to enter the Tianyan Sword Sect, I have to compete with this group of low-level monks a few times."

Fortunately, the Liu envoy of the Tianyan Sword Sect said that the fighting method should not exceed a stick of incense, and the fighting methods on the ring began to send out their strongest attacks after a slight temptation, and after a while, a few more people came out one after another with disgraced faces and dejected heads.

As soon as these failed people saw He Qi standing there, they all stood beside He Qi.

The follow-up came out with a happy face and a high spirited distance from this group of losers.

They stood with their feet outstretched, their hands behind their backs, and even their standing posture looked swaggering and imposing.

A stick of incense fell, and there were several rings near it, and the figures were flying, and they were using their own tricks to make the final fight.

Mei Yichun looked at the impatient expression of the Tianyan Sword Sect's envoy Liu, and hurriedly shouted in a deep voice:

"When the time for the fight is up, the undecided winner will both lose", and at this time, several people came out with a depressed face.

"I'm just a little bit close, give me a little more time and I'll win," said one of them with great regret.

"I, Tianyan Sword Sect, what I want is a genius, what I want is a genius who can win by an overwhelming advantage in the same rank, fighting hard for endurance and defeating miserably, which can only show that your luck is a little better than your opponent's luck."

The envoy Liu spoke like this, although the cultivators were dissatisfied, but no one dared to refute him, the envoy surnamed Liu said lightly: "Don't be idle, let's compete in the second round."

Another bell rang, and Mei Yichun shouted: "The fighting method begins"

He picked up the green-clothed monk opposite, did a backflip, and after landing on the ground, he took a horse step, and the faint golden light on his body flowed, like an armor.

He stretched out one hand to He Qi, hooked his four fingers, and his body did not forget to sway from side to side, signaling He Qi to attack.

The envoy Liu, with a rare smile on his face, looked at He Qi's opponent and said:

"Look, that unruly martial cultivator is going to be beaten"

Mei Yichun replied: "Martial cultivation is the longest in close combat, and it is unknown if it can hold up a stick of incense."

Envoy Liu glanced at him condescendingly, and said with a disapproving expression:

"No, it is estimated that it is the same as the person just now, and when the bell falls, the winner and the loser will be divided."

He Qi smiled in the ring and said, "Brother, I'm here!"

"Come on, hey, hey!, haha!, I...... Hit"

He hummed rhythmically before it was over, and there was a flower in front of him, and then his neck was pinched by a big hand, and the whole person flew up in the air, with a straight upward trend.

After flying ten feet up, He Qi flipped over, kicked out his legs in a row, and kicked him in the chest with a heavy leg, fortunately, this is He Qi only relying on the power of his body, and did not use mana.

But even after a dozen or so feet, the monk's protective spiritual power was kicked away, and several ribs were kicked off.

Just as he was about to land, He Qi reached out and grabbed the man's wrist with one hand, flung it out, and kicked him on the ass at the same time.

The man flew out of the ring like a cloud, and his feet did not touch the ground, and his body turned, and he rode the wind, and his clothes fluttered to the ground.

Fortunately, He Qi did not poison him, the monk endured the pain and reached out on his chest to press it, and took the bone back to its original position, He Qi and the two of them stood back in place, Liu Envoy frowned, and Mei Yichun hurriedly reprimanded the martial cultivator:

"Losing both rounds, you still have the face to stand here, and you can't go down?"

In the second round of fighting, He Qi defeated his opponent like a cloud, and then leisurely observed everyone. All this stunned Yu Mu, and he turned his head and said to Yue Laodao:

"Lao Yue, He Xiaoyou seems to be a little more powerful than in the Hall of Talents, maybe he can really win the championship!"

Yue Laodao smiled happily: "This son has just entered the seventh layer of the Spirit Introduction, and he easily defeated the Spirit Attraction Great Perfection Monk twice in a row, but fortunately, the old man bet on both sides just now, not only suppressed Di Qin, but also placed a bet of two thousand spirit stones on him, I think he really has the possibility of winning the championship!"

Wenshuang, Hongyu and the two spirit stones are not many, and there are no bets on both sides just now, and He Qi wins, which means that she threw the two spirit stones into the water. He Qi won the second battle too quickly, and it didn't seem to be so thrilling from a visual point of view, Hongyu said strongly: "Could it be that he was lucky enough to run into two soft-footed shrimps! If he had met Brother Jiang just now, he wouldn't have won so easily." ”

Jiang Biao was frantically shooting at a female cultivator at this time, his tall body, palm shadows stacked on top of each other, like a storm, it seemed that Jiang Biao completely took the initiative, but in fact, his domineering palm shadow could not hurt this woman at all.

After He Qi took a closer look, he found that the woman and Di Qin were generally hiding their strength, and she was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to defeat the enemy in an instant.

There is also the Mei family Sanying, Mei Lin is still using the wooden sword qi to stabilize the opponent, Mei Han is using the Mei family's wooden secret skills, on the ring, I don't know why there are more than a dozen thick green vines, these green vines are as flexible as giant pythons.

This fighting method of the Muxing monk attracted almost eighty percent of the attention of the audience, and many monks secretly guessed in their hearts how they should crack this spell when they encountered it.

"Mei Han should be the weakest one of the Mei family's three-mile mana, it seems that in order to win with a stick of incense, he can only make the Mei family's Shenmu Cangtianjing"

"Well, that's right, I think so too"

In the casual cultivation in the audience, there are also many people with outstanding vision, who can see the reality in it.

A stick of incense soon arrived, and sure enough, just as it was about to end, Di Qin made a bold move, only to raise, three basin-sized fireballs flew out, with a scorching heat wave, the monk on the opposite side saw that it was a big fireball technique, as if he didn't have much fear, he took a giant blade in his hand that flashed with a cold light, and "brushed and brushed" and split out three knives.

After the sharp sword qi, he flew up, this person wanted to do the last game at this last moment, from that knife cultivation flew up, chose the knife to split the fireball, and looked at the He Qi of this battle to know that this person would not end well.

In another ring, the quiet woman seemed to be forced into a corner by Jiang Biao, Jiang Biao slapped his palm and roared: "A thousand waves crash on the shore"

In the next moment, the wind from the palm of his hand struck the woman's chest, as if it was a shocking palm, and the slender woman burst into countless white points of light.

"Oh no, it's an illusion!"

Jiang Biao's heart was shocked, his neck ached, and his body fell into the ring with a thud.

He Qi's heart sank slightly, "It's a bit of a doorway, although it can deceive the divine sense of the ordinary spiritual cultivator, but there are still flaws in the wind listening technique!"

The second competition ended quickly, Mei Yichun looked at the winning monk, there was a sharp edge like an eagle falcon in his eyes, and he said loudly: "The two battles are over, there are fifteen winners in the two battles, and five people who win one and lose one!"

He didn't even report the number after losing twice, and obviously he was not interested in talking about these losers.

"Please come forward and choose your opponent to challenge! This is your last battle, if you win, you will replace others, and if you lose, you will lose the opportunity to leap into the dragon gate. ”

Then Jiang Biao and the other five monks stood up, and these people swept over at a glance, directly passing over Mei Sanying, He Ying of Biyan Mountain, and several other elite disciples of the small sect of the Spirit Attraction Period, and the five of them looked at He Qi and the other monks who had just been the seventh and eighth layers of the Spirit Channel.

"Senior Mei, I'll challenge him" Jiang Biao's voice was very loud, and he pointed to He Qi with one hand, and spoke first.