The person in front of him is Yuan Ming on the surface, but he has changed to another person in his heart.

"Good. Yuan Zimo looked at the two, and both of them refused to retreat.

In fact, what Yuan Zimo was worried about was that Yuan Hongxin couldn't beat Yuan Ming at all, and he couldn't use any small means, the white-faced scholar beside Yuan Ming was really unfathomable, and he couldn't see through his cultivation, and he didn't know when such an anti-heaven thing appeared in the Ten Thousand Spirits Continent.

"Then please come to the ring. Seeing Yuan Zimo acquiescing, a red-faced old man whose body had almost bent into a question mark walked over.

Yuan Hongxin and Yuan Ming followed behind the red-faced old man, Yuan Ming was silent all the way, his expression was calm, Yuan Hongxin was disdainful on the surface, and he was panicked in his heart. After all, Yuan Ming's cultivation is a sevenfold refining god, how much storm can he set off by refining a god?

"Han Liang, why did you suddenly run away just now?" Yuan Ming asked Han Liang with his divine sense.

As soon as the words came out, they sank into the sea like a stone, and there was no response. Han Liang didn't answer, just stared at Yuan Zimo next to the red-faced old man, as if he wanted to see through the other party.

Yuan Ming asked several times, but Han Liang still didn't hear it, and looked at Yuan Zimo intently.

What is he looking at! Yuan Ming was puzzled, could it be that he thought Yuan Zimo's robe was very good-looking?

Han Liang's brows furrowed slightly, those strange eyeballs still refused to take their eyes off him, does this Yuan Zimo have a voyeurism?!

"The ring is hewn out of Yuanying stone, which cannot be damaged, and can absorb all the aftermath of the attack, so as not to cause damage to those around it. The red-faced old man stood under the Yuanying Stone suspended in mid-air, turned to the group of people behind him who were ready to watch the play.

Han Liang laughed ironically and whispered, "Heh, the loot from the Han family back then." ”

This Yuan Infant Stone is only available to the Han family in the entire Ten Thousand Souls Continent, and everyone knows where this Yuan Infant Ring comes from.

The red-faced old man's expression changed, but because of Yuan Zimo, he didn't say it.

Yuan Ming glanced at Yuan Hongxin, his figure flashed, and he leaped into the ring like a wild goose, looking down at everyone in the audience.

Yuan Zimo couldn't help but sigh, if Yuan Ming was on the side of the Yuan family, then it would only be a matter of time before the Yuan family would dominate the entire Ten Thousand Souls Continent in the future. Pity.

Seeing it cold but carefully, Yuan Ming smiled slightly at himself. A smile was reciprocated.

"Whew. Yuan Hongxin looked at Yuan Ming with disdain, and jumped into the ring like a snake.

"This is the last time I'll call you Daddy. Yuan Ming didn't have a straight face like Yuan Hongxin, but had a smiling expression, "Dad, today, I will convince you of losing." ”

Yuan Hongxin glanced at Yuan Ming disdainfully: "Play the emotional card? ”

Yuan Ming sighed, restrained the smile on his face, his eyes instantly became hollow, and he looked at Yuan Hongxin in front of him without the slightest emotion.

Yuan Hongxin couldn't help but be stunned, the person in front of him was less and less like Yuan Ming before.

Maitreya Claw!

Yuan Ming took the lead in making a move, his fingertips glowing with golden light, and his hand tore at Yuan Hongxin's heart like an eagle's claw.

Good boy! Yuan Hongxin's body was like a swimming fish, easily dodging Yuan Ming's attack. Aim at the gap, draw your sword and slash down.

Bite!

A wave rippled in the air, and Yuan Hongxin's sword seemed to have touched some metal, making a crisp sound.

Yuan Ming directly hit Yuan Hongxin with his backhand.

Worst!

Yuan Hongxin bowed back, barely blocking with his hand, but he couldn't reach Yuan Ming's Maitreya claw.

"Phew!"

Yuan Hongxin's face was left with four blood marks of different shades.

"Bah!" The first style of the first leg, chopping wood!

Yuan Ming's body shape changed, and he flew away violently.

"Bang!" Yuan Hongxin's body flew out and smashed the Yuan Ying Stone.

Yuan Hongxin spilled a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and the horror was also expressed on his face from the heart. This is the power of the Seven Powers of God Refining, and he has no power to fight back at all.

"The second style of the Yuan Shi leg, split gold!"

Yuan Ming let out a loud shout, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards Yuan Hongxin.

"Bronze statue gong!" Yuan Hongxin took a deep breath, a layer of strange golden lines appeared on the surface of his body, and his body swelled nearly twice at once.

"Boom!"

Yuan Ming felt like he had kicked a bronze statue.

"Hmph!" Yuan Hongxin gritted his teeth and insisted, his huge body couldn't help but be kicked a few feet away. The golden yellow of the surface is also a little dull.

Yuan Zimo was dazzled by the audience, and couldn't help but praise Yuan Ming in his heart.

At the same time, I also regret that if I could have discovered Yuan Ming's good seedlings earlier and cultivated more·········· Ay.

"The third style of the first leg, shattering the ground!"

Yuan Ming took advantage of the victory to pursue and stepped down fiercely at the Yuanying Stone.

"Boom!"

A huge footprint pressed Yuan Hongxin close to the Yuan Ying Stone.

"Wow!"

Yuan Hongxin spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to stand up, but unexpectedly Yuan Ming stepped on it again.

"Poof········"

Yuan Hongxin spurted out a mouthful of blood again, his face was pale, and the bones in his whole body were broken.

"The fourth form of the Yuan Shi leg, breaking the sky!"

Yuan Hongxin shouted in horror: "No, no, no·········"

"Boom!"

Yuan Hongxin once again went one inch deep into the Yuanying Stone.

Well, how is this fourth form less powerful than the third form?

Everyone in the ring was in an uproar, but only Han Liang and Yuan Zimo noticed this phenomenon.

"I'm sorry, I haven't practiced this fourth form yet······ Hey. Yuan Ming's eyes gradually returned to color, and he touched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Poof!" Han Liang couldn't help but smile, how could this guy be so skinny in such a serious competition?

Yuan Hongxin was directly fainted by this sentence.

Yuan Ming scratched his head with a smile, but his face changed and he screamed.

？！

The people in the audience were instantly silent, frightened by Yuan Ming's screams.

What's going on?!

The cold was in a hurry, and a flash appeared beside Yuan Ming, only to find that the purple-black color at the original wrist had spread to Yuan Ming's neck.

The green tendons on Yuan Ming's arm burst out and roared wildly.

The expression was pained.

What's wrong?!Han Liang wants to step forward.

"Don't ········ Don't come here·········" Yuan Ming raised his hand to block the coldness, and a strange rune protruded from the middle of his forehead, "Hurry up and ······· away"

What the hell is going on? Han Liang calmed down, and motioned to Yuan Zimo below for him to take people away quickly. Yuan Zimo didn't ask much, and after ordering everyone to leave, come to the ring Yuan Hongxin carried it away, and didn't forget to glance at Yuan Ming curiously before leaving.

"What the hell is wrong Yuan Ming, you?" Han Liang half-knelt down and looked at Yuan Ming, who was lying on the ground in pain and his whole body was spasming.