In desperation, Haoyan was about to leave the ring, but at this time, a monk with a beautiful face and a well-proportioned figure walked up.

"In Xia Mu Zihan, he is a disciple of the head of the family, and he has come to teach His Excellency the high moves" The person with a beautiful face is Yan Kuan's proud disciple.

When Haoyan saw it, he also arched his hand: "Please"

Mu Zihan saw that he had reported to his home, but the other party didn't say anything, he wanted to fight directly, and he was not polite, he took out a folding fan and rushed towards Haoyan.

Hao Yan looked at it, pulled out the long sword, and met it, the folding fan looked extremely fragile, but as soon as it came into contact with the long sword, there was a metal impact sound.

Hao Yan was taken aback, and said in his heart: This guy's fan is very good! It can even resist my spiritual power of more than five layers.

Mu Zihan was also shocked at the moment: This guy's strength is really amazing, my colorful treasure fan didn't even repel him with a single move, it seems that this guy is not simple, no wonder the junior brother will be defeated.

Surprised in his heart, but still on the surface, Mu Zihan said coldly to Haoyan: "Come again"

The corners of Haoyan's mouth curled: "Okay!"

Then Hao Yan shot again, using the sword as a knife, and slashed Mu Zihan, Mu Zihan saw the menacing Hao Yan, did not dare to slack off, lifted the folding fan and drew an arc, and actually used mana as a shield to resist Hao Yan's attack.

"Spell shield, hmph, see me break your spell" Hao Yan saw Mu Zihan's spell shield and unceremoniously increased his strength.

Mu Zihan felt a sense of suffocation at the moment, because Haoyan's strength had exceeded his imagination, and he almost used all his strength to fight against Haoyan.

On the other hand, Haoyan didn't seem to do his best at all, but in fact, Haoyan really didn't do his best, because Haoyan only used his own excess spiritual power.

And after two consecutive competitions, Haoyan's spiritual power is still abundant, and the most important thing is that he doesn't have any intention of losing weight.

After Mu Zihan took Haoyan's blow, the whole person took seven or eight steps back, almost to the edge of the ring, and his face was obviously pale.

Looking at Mu Zihan, Haoyan opened his mouth and said: "Okay, no, don't hold on, it's not good to hurt you."

Mu Zihan forcibly held back the tumbling blood, looked at Hao Yan's contemptuous eyes, and was extremely angry in his heart, so he injected spiritual power into the fan, and shouted in his mouth: "Seven stars are one, the treasure fan is mighty"

"Come back, okay!" a sneer appeared at the corner of Haoyan's mouth, because the clothes were tightly wrapped, no one could see Haoyan's appearance.

Seeing that Mu Zihan's fan was amazingly powerful, Haoyan didn't dare to slack off, and carried the long sword to inject spiritual power again, and this time it was injected with ten layers of spiritual power.

There was a loud bang, Haoyan stood in the ring without moving, on the other hand, Mu Zihan spit blood and flew out of the ring at this moment.

Haoyan shook his head and sighed: "I told you not to come again, hey~ Don't listen to persuasion"

Mu Zihan, who flew out of the ring, was caught, but at this moment he was already unconscious.

"Dead fatty, why are you so ruthless" someone in the audience pointed at Haoyan and scolded.

Haoyan helplessly spread his hands: "I have shown mercy to my subordinates, and I told him not to fight, it was he who didn't listen to the advice, how can you blame me"

At this time, the person with the axe was also in the audience, looked at Haoyan, and said angrily: "Damn fat man, you wait, I will call my senior brother to clean you up"

When Haoyan heard this, his heart immediately rejoiced, but on the surface, he pretended to be innocent: "Oh! How can you do this? Forget it, since I'm in the ring, I can't help it, accept your challenge, you go and call!"

At this time, a monk in the early stage of foundation building in the audience kindly reminded: "Hey, fat man, his senior brother is a master in the late stage of foundation building, I heard that he is about to get married, you better leave quickly!"

As long as there is no knot, Haoyan is not worried, so he said gratefully: "Thank you, but since you defeated them in the ring, you will tie the knot in the ring."

The people in the audience who reminded Haoyan shook their heads: "Good luck!"

About a pillar of incense, the man with the axe followed a middle-aged Confucian to the bottom of the ring, and the man with the axe said to the middle-aged Confucian man: "Senior brother, it's him"

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at Haoyan, and then flew to the stage, the movement was extremely light and elegant, after taking the stage, the middle-aged Confucian arched his hand to Haoyan and said: "The same is a disciple, how can you be so ruthless, today I want to learn something"

Haoyan shrugged indifferently: "Whatever, but don't blame me for being injured"

The middle-aged Confucian laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! You are such an arrogant monk in the early stage of the Dan Festival, it seems that you are a person who has never suffered a loss, and today I will let you have a little more knowledge."

Haoyan smiled coldly: "Just talk about not practicing, there is a fart, let's shoot!

The middle-aged Confucian scholar Jian Haoyan was so rude, and he was fearless, and he didn't talk nonsense, he raised his hand and pointed at it, only to see a light on his fingertips shooting towards Haoyan.

The power of this finger is not trivial, if it is hit, it is estimated that there will be a hole in Haoyan's body.

Feeling the trickiness of the opponent, Hao Yan didn't dare to slack off, stepped on the Lingyun step, avoided this finger, and drew a burst of lotus sword qi to force the middle-aged Confucian scholar with a sword in his hand.

When the middle-aged Confucian saw it, he smiled disdainfully: "Carving insect skills"

I saw that a light curtain appeared when he raised his hand, blocking Hao Yan's sword qi, Hao Yan saw this, did not pause, and swung a few swords again, and the sword was entrained with sword qi.

But the opponent's light curtain shield was extremely strong, blocking all of Haoyan's sword qi.

Seeing this, Haoyan was happy: this guy should be able to carry the beating, and I hope that the spiritual power can be released more.

Immediately, Haoyan increased his attack again, increasing his strength from fifty percent to eighty percent of his strength.

This time, the light curtain of the middle-aged Confucian began to tremble, and when the middle-aged Confucian saw this, he hurriedly increased his strength, and was a little surprised: This kid didn't use all his strength, it seems that I want to fight quickly, but don't overturn in the gutter.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged Confucian took out his weapon, and a long whip appeared in his hand, and the head of the whip was a sharp awl.

"Bang" a whip sounded, and I saw that the whip flew towards Haoyan like a spiritual snake, and Haoyan hurriedly dodged when he saw it, but as soon as he dodged, another whip came again.

And this time, the whip was like a doppelganger, turning into more than a dozen whip shadows, attacking Haoyan from different directions.

Hao Yan stepped on the Lingyun step, avoided the whip shadow, and raised his hand to stab the middle-aged Confucian with a sword.

The middle-aged Confucian smiled at the corner of his mouth, and saw him raise his hand and wave, and the whip in his hand blocked Haoyan's long sword, and at the same time wrapped around the long sword.

"Get out" The middle-aged Confucian shouted, and Haoyan's sword came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged Confucian looked arrogant: "Boy, you can't do it"

"What's not good, I still have a backhand, master"

"Hahahaha! The weapons are all gone, do you think you can still fight?"

"Hmph, sir, I'm not just this weapon."

When the words fell, Hao Yan took out the sickle and rushed towards the middle-aged Confucian scholar, this time Hao Yan really used all his strength, and the spiritual power of the Dao disk in his body and the spiritual power squeezed in the fat were all mobilized by Hao Yan.

The power of this slash made the middle-aged Confucian stunned, and when he reacted, Haoyan was already close, only to see the sickle like a divine weapon, with a huge pressure from the top of his head, the middle-aged Confucian hurriedly raised the whip, and a spiritual power was injected, wanting to block Haoyan's offensive with the whip.

However, the Confucian scholar in the middle still underestimated Haoyan's strength, the whip was cut off by a sickle, and the five-meter range around the middle-aged Confucian was almost in a vacuum, and there was a strong sense of squeezing.

At this moment, the middle-aged Confucian was grateful for the breath of death, and the whole person was stunned on the spot, he didn't expect Haoyan to make a killing move, and he was still so ruthless.

At this critical moment, Yan Kuan's voice sounded in the ring: "Xiu's presumptuousness"

Immediately, Haoyan's attack was inexplicably defused, and then Yan Kuan appeared in the ring.

"Bold, you dare to kill in the martial arts arena of the sect, whose disciple are you?"

Haoyan's body shape has changed, and his breath has naturally changed, and Yan Kuan didn't recognize it for a while.

Haoyan hurriedly lowered his head and whispered: "Master, I'm Haoyan"

Yan Kuan couldn't believe his ears, and then probed into a spiritual power to confirm Haoyan's identity, this confirmation, Yan Kuan was a little incredible.

"You are really Haoyan, why are you so virtuous, are you going crazy, you come with me" Yan Kuan looked at Haoyan, still with an unbelievable look.

Since the head of the house was called, Hao Yan had to follow, and the middle-aged Confucian and the axe man and some onlookers were all still in shock, Hao Yan's blow just now was almost close to the blow of the monk Jiedan.

Who is not shocked that a foundation-building monk can have such power?

The man with the axe walked up to the stage and said to the middle-aged Confucian scholar, "Senior brother, let's go back"

The middle-aged Confucian came to his senses from shock: "I didn't expect this person to be so good at cultivating"

"Yes, this abominable fat man is really powerful, if the master hadn't arrived in time, I'm really afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable!"

The two of them walked out of the ring as they spoke, heading towards their cultivation cave.

Inside the main hall, Hao Yan lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, and Yan Kuan looked at Hao Yan and asked, "Hao Yan, why are you so virtuous, tell me what's going on?"

When Haoyan heard this, he said embarrassedly: "I don't know what's going on, I just retreated to build the foundation, but after the foundation was built, it became like this."

"Do you know it?"

"I don't know yet"

"I see that you have absorbed the aura excessively, and the skin and various parts of the body have stored the aura, and it must be released, otherwise there is a danger of the body exploding" Yan Kuan said with a serious face at the moment.

"I thought so too, so I chose to go to the martial arts arena to release the excess aura," Haoyan said with some embarrassment.

Yan Kuan shook his head: "You can't do that, you go to the Magma Land later, where you should be able to eliminate excess fat spiritual power"

"Yes, the disciple received the order" Haoyan heard Yan Kuan's arrangement and hurriedly thanked him.

Yan Kuan nodded: "Go ahead, as for your master, I will tell him."

"Thank you, master" Hao Yan saluted again, and the whip left the main hall and went straight to the magma land.