Yan Feiming saw that Yi Xuan had no power to resist, and shouted arrogantly: "With your ability, you dare to stand in the ring, and quickly admit defeat, so as not to hurt your own life!"

Di Xing thought that Yi Xuan was really invincible, and was about to jump out of the ring and rush over to save people, when the silver ice edge wrapped around Yi Xuan cracked countless gaps, one palm stretched out from it, grabbed a piece of flying lotus casually, and threw it at his feet, and then Yi Xuan's whole person broke through the ice, slapped the ice edge debris on his body, tidied up his clothes, and let the lotus blades flying around him stir up countless sparks on his body, and said in a good time: "Doesn't it seem to be very powerful?"

Yan Feiming was suddenly annoyed and angry: "It's too much to deceive people! Look at my flying lotus withering year!" The sword trick under his hand urged, and all the lotus flowers flying in the air climbed on top of the ink-colored flying sword, forming a giant flying sword that was more than a foot long, and slashed towards Yi Xuan's head viciously.

Yi Xuan shouted: "Come and don't be rude!" flew out of the fire sword, conjuring up a fire in the sky to hold the lotus flying sword, and couldn't help but burn the lotus dots attached to the flying sword into ashes. The competition between the two sword moves turned into a consumption of spiritual power, and the monks on the side saw that there was an opportunity, and two other monks rushed to the ring where Yi Xuan was, raising their hands and releasing their respective spiritual weapons.

Yi Xuan didn't shy away either, he opened his mouth and spewed out the Kanshui Sword and the Thunder Sword to resist the two new spiritual weapons, and laughed: "It's just right! Who else wants to shoot together, just let the horse come!" Although the onlookers were a little dissatisfied with their arrogant attitude, no one continued to rush forward with their own identity.

Yi Xuan used the fire, water, and thunder to face the enemy with great ease, and the three monks on the opposite side couldn't help but feel ugly on their faces, Yan Feiming said sharply: "Two fellow Daoists, today's matter has been difficult to ride a tiger, it is better to make a special move, otherwise it will be difficult to end!" Seeing that the other two nodded in agreement, Yan Feiming desperately urged the spirit weapon and sent out a fatal blow.

The lotus flying sword retracted above Yan Feiming's head, and transformed into a golden seven-rank lotus platform that spun rapidly in mid-air, and countless light swords kept flying out of the holes of the lotus seeds, like ten thousand arrows in unison. Yi Xuan summoned the Kundi Sword again to form a thick stone shield in front of him, and the lightsaber shot released by Yan Feiming formed countless ripples on the stone shield, but it never shook Yi Xuan by half a point.

Seeing this, the other two also sacrificed their tricks: one of them was a cyan jade bracelet, and the other was a red copper bell;

Yi Xuan was not panicked, his fingers turned sharply, and the Kanshui Sword turned into a silver-white ice dragon and fought with the fire-breathing dragon, and the Thunder Sword opened a power grid intertwined with thunder and thunder to hold the jade bracelet spirit weapon in mid-air so that it could not fall;

The three of them were engrossed in performing their respective stunts, where did they still have the heart to guard against the sneak attack of Yi Xuan's Dao Fu, and they were all hit by the Dao Fu, although they were not fatal, but they also suffered some injuries, and they were swept backwards and fell off the ring by the power of "water and fire".

From the three of them on the stage to being shot down by Yi Xuan neatly in the ring, it was actually not tea time, which made the monks who watched the selection very addicted, and many of the guests in the stands nodded yes.

Duan Hanyi, the county lord of Lingbei County, also said to Tong Lixing proudly: "Brother Tong, can this person still enter the eyes of the law?"

Tong Lixing also quite agreed that Yi Xuan could control a variety of spiritual weapons at the same time, put away his previous arrogant attitude, nodded and said: "Although this monk is only one level of Jiedan, his spiritual sense is indeed extraordinary, and he can control multiple spiritual weapons at the same time, and he does have a chance to win in the battle of 100 people! ”

Although Yi Xuan spent nearly half of his spiritual power to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, his heart was very happy, he turned to Fang Yuhuan, and arched his hand and said, "Brother Fang, Shicai was disturbed by a few nights and failed to learn as he wished, do you want to continue now?"

Fang Yuhuan had just occupied one of the four small rings at this time, and replied with his fists in his fists: "Brother Yi doesn't have to be polite, Yuhuan knows that he doesn't have the ability to fight one against three, so don't come over to offer ugliness, occupy a place first, and look forward to fighting side by side with Yi Xuan in the future!"

Yan Feiming, who was knocked out of the ring by Yi Xuan just now, had recovered at this time, felt that he had lost face, and couldn't help but instigate the monks under the ring around him to besiege Yi Xuan, and was heard by Di Xing, who had no one to challenge, and was so angry that he rushed from the ring, grabbed his right arm and threw it to the ring where he was stationed just now, and then shouted: "I'm here to challenge you!"

Yan Feiming was a little baffled by the sudden situation, and before he could react, he was already knocked to the ground by Di Xing and then grabbed one of his ankles, hung upside down in the air, and threw back to the ground. After being angry, Di Xing let him out of the ring: "Even I can't beat it, I still want to be the enemy of Brother Yi, don't be seen by me in the future, as long as I see you once, I will beat you once until you remember!" Yan Feiming was injured and injured, and he was so angry by Di Xing's words that he trembled all over, opened his mouth and spewed out a bloody sword, and his body fainted and died.

Xi Li looked at the remaining time in the stands, got up and said: "There is still a quarter of an hour to go, hurry up and seize the ring, don't wait for the time to get old!" The monks present have already competed several rounds and have already tested their strength, those who have the ability have already occupied the ring, and those who are not strong have also recognized the situation, and no one has made a move, just waiting for the time to end.

After an hour's attack time was over, Xi Li got up again and said, "The candidates for the early stage of the Yudan have been evaluated, please take a look at the county lord and senior Tong!"

Tong Lixing took the lead and said: "Lingbei County has done its best in the selection of monks this time, and the selected monks are well deserved, and they will definitely make a good contribution to the battle of Jiyang Mansion, congratulations to Lord Duan!"

Duan Hanyi replied: "Brother Tong is polite, it is Duan's duty to do his best for the lord of the mansion, ten people in the audience will represent Lingbei County in the battle of 100 people, if you can win, the lord of this county will be rewarded, Wanger and others will do their best to defeat the enemy for Lingbei County and Jiyang Mansion!"

Xi Li took the lead in shouting: "Defeat the enemy and win...... Defeat the enemy ......"

All the monks and onlookers in the audience raised their arms and shouted: "Defeat the enemy and win...... Defeat the enemy ......"

Duan Hanyi was very satisfied with the atmosphere under the field, and when the whistling sound was a little weaker, he said loudly: "Today is a day worthy of the commemoration of everyone in Lingbei County, tonight Longteng County City will carnival all night long, and march for the warriors who are about to go out!"