As we talked, time passed quickly, and the ten seats were already full, and if you wanted to sit on them, you had to challenge the people in the seats.

However, the challenged person is quite passive, not to mention that there will inevitably be injuries when shooting, in case the capable disciple is injured, I am afraid that he will have to give up his position, so those who dare to sit on it are confident in themselves.

But it doesn't matter who it is, anyway, the position is limited, and if you want to get on the top, you have to challenge, but Yan Xu didn't expect that it would be the seventh-ranked Skull Cave that challenged him.

The disciples of the Skull Cave are very distinctive, their bodies are full of bones of various humans and beasts, and this Skull Cave disciple who stepped forward to challenge Li Moqiu is like this, his face is full of wrinkles, and he is covered with large and small skull toys.

Why is it a toy, because although these bones are complete, but the size has shrunk significantly, the largest number of skeletons is only three inches in size, how can there be any sense of fear, if it is not unlucky, I am afraid that adults will buy it for children to play with.

Since there is a challenge, then continue, Yan Xu nodded to Li Moqiu, and Li Moqiu went to the ring without hesitation.

In the ring, the two sides clasped their fists and saluted, and then moved away for a distance, and when the two sides pulled apart, the old man trembled, and hundreds of skeletons fell to the ground and turned into skeleton soldiers holding swords.

Yan Xu almost thought that it was a necromancer who had crossed over, but although the scene was big, but Mao didn't use it, Li Moqiu released the red flame silk and swept it directly, not daring to say that it was all turned into flying ashes, but as long as it was touched, it was all burned to ashes.

But the other party doesn't care, this skeleton soldier itself is used to consume temptation, knowing that the other party's means is enough, so he was about to use other means, but found that he couldn't move.

Who stipulates that spider silk can only come out of his hands, Li Moqiu glanced at the other party with disdain, and with a slight lift of his foot, the traction of Qianfeng Silk immediately pulled the other party into the ground.

Thousands of seals belong to the earth, and the earth and stones naturally cannot be stopped, and once they are pulled into the ground, it is like falling into a spider web, unless they can break the range of the spider silk seal, otherwise they can only stay obediently.

This old man who looks like a necromancer will not flash, so he has no choice but to admit defeat.

The second one on the field was a master of the Skull Cave Jindan level, this one was not like a necromancer, more like a barbarian berserker, and he was wearing a skull helmet and heavy bone armor, holding a bone shield and a white bone hammer in his hand, trembling every step he walked.

Although Li Moqiu didn't take the other party seriously, she didn't plan to violate the rules of the game, so she walked down and replaced it with a golden toad.

Since worshipping Yan Xu as a teacher, Jin Toad has never made a move, and it has been ten years of penance, even Yan Xu admires his perseverance, but he is also slightly curious about his combat effectiveness.

The other party's equipment is a magic weapon, although the quality is not as good as Qin Shihua, but at a glance, he knows that all of them are tailor-made for him, and he is by no means an ordinary Jindan master.

Seeing the golden toad on the field, the strong man shouted violently, the white bone hammer in his hand swelled like a house, and when his head fell down, the posture was that an iron man could be smashed flat, but the golden toad didn't even have a little expression, and picked up a purple gold dragon rod made by Yan Xu with a thousand catties of copper essence mixed with a large amount of gold left by the broken copper gong of the evil head, and greeted it with a stick.

With a crisp click, the white bone hammer was blown up by a stick, and it rained bone, and the strong man didn't even stop taking a dozen steps back, if he hadn't smashed the bone shield on the ground to stabilize his body, I'm afraid he would have already appeared, but even so, the two thick hands trembled like something.

Everyone here knew that the winner was decided, but they were looking forward to the next game.

The Skull Cave is also a new sect that came out of the last session, only a hundred years of inheritance, but the ancestor in the cave is an old scattered immortal, and the skull magic skill is not trivial, but the ability to train the apprentice is not very good, and he relies on the magic weapon he refined to support the scene, once the magic weapon fails, he basically loses.

The sect license competition is a best-of-three match, it stands to reason that Yan Xu's side has won two games, and the outcome has been decided, but there is an unspoken rule here, if the other party's ancestor chooses to challenge Yan Xu, if Yan Xu loses, he has to give up his position to the other party.

Of course, you can also refuse, but don't blame the other party for kicking the gym twice in three days.

But some people choose to challenge, and some people will give up, after all, challenging the other party in the case of losing is obviously a very hateful thing, and the two sides will definitely have constant friction in the future, it depends on the choice of the skeleton ancestor.

Yan Xu set his eyes on the Skull Cave Skeleton Ancestor, this is a pale and thin old man, the other party frowned, obviously it is difficult to choose, after all, Yan Xu was born in the Golden Buddha Temple, because of the background, these eight major sects are all half a step higher than the strong people of the same level, and he is not sure at all if he really fights, but he can't fight, this session is nothing to do with him, and the Skull Cave, which has just been established for a hundred years, can also be announced to be disbanded, so the Skull Ancestor finally stood up.

Yan Xu was naturally not afraid, and also got off the stands.

Although there will be scattered immortals in the competition for licenses, but the number of times is very small, after all, everyone is a scattered immortal, who doesn't know whom, who is strong and who is weak, the psychology is a little bottom, so they generally rarely do it, they all know where they should sit, and they will also back down when they should retreat, the big deal is to find an excuse, who will deliberately stand up and slap the face, they are scattered immortals, and they are not long-sighted and playing.

The Skeleton Ancestor's face was a little gloomy, but in the hundred years since he obtained the permit, his cultivation has improved by three points, and he is only a line away from breaking through the current bottleneck, but this line is like an iron wall, so he needs more time to polish his mana and improve the realm, so the license to suppress his luck is extremely precious, so even if he is not completely sure, he still stands up and is ready to fight.

It's a pity that no matter how he fights, the result will not change, Yan Xu is impossible to admit defeat, otherwise the Eight Immortals Gate that has not yet been established will become a joke, so he can only win, and between the same ranks, Yan Xu does not think that he will lose.

The skeleton ancestor did not make a move, when it came to their realm, and in the ring, this kind of small means no longer had much effect, mana, magic weapons, exercises, these things that could not be faked were the key to determining the outcome of the victory, so they came up and showed the ability to look after the family.

The Skeleton Ancestor was not very famous originally, just an ordinary Jindan master, and even the skeleton demon skills he cultivated were not ranked in the Demon Dao at all, after all, his route was similar to that of a necromancer, and he was not as stable as his own nature, and it was a big killer to deal with a large number of miscellaneous soldiers, but in the face of the monks who flew away from the sky, the flying sword that took the head of a person in the air was not a good fact.

But the Skeleton Ancestor was very fortunate that his skeleton magic skills were taken by a certain border general who returned to his hometown to visit relatives, and exchanged a bone demon remains for his magic skills.