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"Senior Brother Qin, how many moves do you want me to use to defeat you?" Song Yan stared at Qin Feng with a playful expression.

Hearing this, Qin Feng's face turned dark, and he sneered: "The villain has a will." ”

"Each other! Song Yan's tone was strange, as if he was referring to something.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's face darkened, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand: "Huang Liang do it, Hugh has to play tricks there!"

"Okay, as you wish!"

Song Yan stepped out, raised his palm and flew to the slap, and the fiery red palm strength and scorching temperature formed an overwhelming momentum that rushed straight to Qin Feng.

But at this moment, Qin Feng suddenly showed a weird smile.

"Eighteen Slashes of the Shadow Wind. ”

The long sword in Qin Feng's hand danced, and a powerful aura burst out from the sword in his hand with blue brilliance.

"It's a spiritual weapon!"

Feeling this aura, the deacon's eyes narrowed slightly, and as for the outer disciples below, they all showed a look of horror, they didn't expect that the long sword in Qin Feng's hand was actually a spiritual weapon.

The spirit weapon is beyond the existence of ordinary weapons, the spirit weapon is divided into nine grades, even the first grade of the spirit weapon is extremely expensive, and at the same time, the spirit weapon has a great impact on the strength of the martial artist.

Take Qin Feng as an example, the long sword in his hand should be a first-grade spirit weapon, but with this spirit weapon sword, his attack power can at least reach the seventh level of qi refining.

"Puff puff!"

With Qin Feng's dance, a large amount of cyan sword qi erupted from the long sword in his hand, dense and overwhelming, as if it was about to tear this piece of heaven and earth apart.

Especially Song Yan, who was close at hand, was instantly wrapped in sword qi and drowned in the shadow.

"Die!"

Qin Feng looked at Song Yan, who was engulfed by his sword qi, and a smug smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

He has been holding back his hatred for Song Yan, and today he finally has a chance to be ashamed.

Suddenly......

A little flame rose from inside the sword qi, at first, it was just a flame, then it became the size of a fist, and then it became the size of a football...... Eventually, it turned into a sea of fire......

This process was extremely fast, and in the middle of breathing, the sea of fire that evolved from the flames engulfed Qin Feng's sword qi.

At the same time, a figure like a phantom suddenly appeared in front of Qin Feng, raising his foot and kicking out.

"Bang!"

Qin Feng flew in response and fell out of the ring.

"How did I lose?"

Qin Feng, who was common in his hand with a spiritual weapon, stood under the ring with an unwilling expression.

For him, the loser, not many people paid attention to it, and most of the outer disciples in the audience stared at the victor Song Yan on the stage with admiration.

Even many bold female disciples shouted crisply, "Senior Brother Huang, I worship you so much, you are so powerful, you are so mighty" and the like.

Song Yan smiled and walked out of the ring, and suddenly a large group of outer disciples rushed up.

"Senior Brother Huang, what you just used was your family's heirloom martial art Xuanhuo Nine Styles?"

"yes, the martial arts you just used are too strong!"

When the disciples complimented Song Yan, the game continued.

Half an hour later, the PK competition was over, and only fifteen of the thirty disciples remained.

The deacon stood still in the ring and said loudly: "The rules of this round of competition are wheel battles, and the one who defeats the other fourteen people is the final winner today, No. 809, you will be the champion!"

"Yes!"

Song Yan jumped into the ring.

The challenge begins.

The first to take the stage was the girl with two swords.

"Senior Brother Huang, please be merciful to your subordinates!" the girl who used the double sword smiled sweetly at Song Yan.

"Good. Song Yan nodded.

"Senior Brother Huang, then I'm welcome, look at the move!"

As soon as the words fell, the double sword girl launched an attack, her double swords were like two flexible little snakes, with her flexible body, this set of one-star martial arts spirit snake sword technique had allowed her to use it to the extreme.

Song Yan barely fought with her for dozens of moves, and then sent her out of the ring with a skillful force.

"Win eight hundred and nine, go on!" the deacon announced coldly.

The second challenger is a strong man with a double hammer.

This person was born with divine power, but the hammer of hundreds of catties was like nothing in his hand.

However, Song Yan only used three moves to knock him out of the ring.

The third challenger was an emaciated young man.

"I throw in the towel!"

Fourth challenger: "I throw in the towel!"

From the third place challenge to the fourteenth challenger, they all conceded defeat, mainly because Song Yan's strength was too ferocious, and they couldn't see any hope of victory at all.

"I announce that No. 809 Huang Liang has won today and is eligible to participate in tomorrow's competition!"

The race in Ring Nine is over.

But the competition in other rings continued, and Song Yan came to the ring where Lin Yue competed.

In the past month, Song Yan has not been less instructive on the martial arts of Lin Yue and the others, therefore, their progress has been great, and in addition, they are not short of silver in their hands, and after purchasing dozens of second-grade Xuandans to take, their cultivation has basically stepped into the fifth level of qi refining.

Lin Yue, in particular, had already reached the fivefold peak of qi refining.

As a result, he was particularly vigorous in today's tournament and is now in the third round of the challenger.

"Senior Brother Huang, Senior Brother Feng from the inner gate wants to see you, come with me!"

At this moment, an obese inner disciple came to Song Yan and said with a commanding voice.

Song Yan glanced at the other party lightly, and slowly spit out a few words: "Who are you, do I know you?"

The fat inner disciple's face turned cold: "I have long heard that you are arrogant and domineering, and now I see that this is the case, but now it is Senior Brother Feng who invites you, you had better follow me obediently, otherwise, the consequences are not something you can bear!"

Hearing the threat, Song Yan scolded directly: "Fuck your uncle, I don't know the man surnamed Feng, why should I go with you, he wants to see me, let him come by himself, what is it to send a dogleg?"

"You dare to scold me for being a dog!

The fat inner disciple couldn't help but be furious, and stretched out his hand to grab Song Yan.

But Song Yan had already prepared, and as soon as his body retreated, he avoided the other party's claw, and then shouted loudly: "Oh no, the inner disciples have come to the outer gate to beat people!"

Suddenly, the surrounding outer disciples looked at each other, just in time to see the fat inner disciple who had not had time to withdraw his claws.

"Grass, you dare to bully our boss!"

Lin Yue jumped down from the ring directly with a knife and slashed at the fat inner disciple.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The fat inner door slapped a palm in the cold drink, and Lin Yue flew out upside down, smashing down a few meters away, wow, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"It's not good, the inner disciple is going to kill the outer disciple!"

Song Yan raised his throat again and shouted.

"Damn, the inner disciple is amazing!

"It's too arrogant!Can the inner disciple destroy the outer door Dabi?"

"Kill him!"

Amidst the shouting, dozens of outer disciples rushed towards the fat inner gate.

Seeing this scene, the fat inner disciple couldn't help but be annoyed, and shouted towards the group of outer disciples: "Bold, do you want to rebel?"

"Smack!"

An egg flew like lightning and exploded on the forehead of the fat inner disciple, instantly making him look confused.

The fat inner door was stunned for a moment, and then became furious: "Bastard thing, who threw it, stand up for me!"

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