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Seeing that Fang Qianyuan had the upper hand in the ring, Ding Long couldn't help but clap his palms and said excitedly.

Wei Wen sighed with emotion: "Luck skills have to consume spirit yuan, and to maintain this level of strong attack, the consumption must not be small." ”

Ning Yuerong nodded and said, "It depends on who can hold on longer." ”

"Ba Ming's response is good, at this time, you just can't be impatient, the other party seems to be aggressive, but the consumption is not small, sooner or later he will show his flaws. ”

"One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, since he took the lead, and he can't crack it for the time being, it depends on who can survive better. ”

"His consumption is much greater than that of Ba Ming, who seems to be embarrassed, but in fact, it does not endanger the fundamentals. ”

Like Wei Wen and the others, most of the other disciples who watched the battle also had the same thoughts.

But as the battle continued, everyone's complexion changed.

Fang Qianyuan still continued to attack, from time to time to sacrifice the spirit yuan, change directions, his body was fast and ghostly, Ba Ming could still only barely parry, and the wounds on his body were bloody.

Although it was difficult to kill the killer in the same competition, Fang Qianyuan did not find any opportunity to attack him for the time being, but these flesh injuries alone had already made him extremely embarrassed.

What made it even more difficult for Ba Ming to accept was the embarrassment in his heart.

"How can I ...... How can you lose to someone like you!"

Ba Ming's eyes were red, and he roared in his heart.

He suddenly changed his defensive position and fought back in the interval between Fang Qianyuan's attacks.

"Huh?" Fang Qianyuan was not surprised when he saw this, "Is it finally impossible to hold your breath?"

He had already expected that the seventh-turn master would not be so easy to deal with, because the cultivation was improved, which meant that the strength, speed, physique, spirit element, and all kinds of foundations were stronger than others, and they were different opponents from the five or sixth-turn senior brothers and sisters he had met before.

He didn't expect to be able to deal with them very quickly, so he used the stamina advantage of his strong physique to bring them down.

But Ba Ming couldn't hold his breath, he was obviously at a disadvantage, and he took the risk of counterattacking, and Fang Qianyuan was not polite.

He condensed, turned into sharp claws, and slammed into his waist and abdomen.

But at this moment, a majestic and heavy Gangyuan appeared like an entity.

The golden and green carapace phantom with the mysterious Xuanwen blocked Fang Qianyuan's claw attack on Ba Ming, making a dull noise.

"What?" Fang Qianyuan was taken aback, only to feel that his Gang Yuan claws were grasping at a hard turtle shell, and he couldn't reach in anymore.

"It's the Spirit Turtle Talisman of the Xuanwen Turtle!"

"How could he have such a thing?"

Some people who knew Ba Ming's strength were also taken aback.

Between the lightning and flint, Ba Ming was already smiling evilly, and smashed his fist over: "Defeat me and you!"

Ordinary people's spiritual elements are limited, and it is too late to regulate pranayama, and the moment the offensive is blocked, it is a flaw.

Ba Ming seized the fleeting opportunity, and his strength as an elite disciple of the Seven Turns was fully displayed.

However, Fang Qianyuan once again, in the midst of everyone's exclamations, turned into an afterimage and disappeared out of thin air.

Rumble!

Under the ring, there was even a loud sound like a hammer strike.

I saw Fang Qianyuan stomp his feet suddenly, stomped on the ground of the ring hard, and his entire body shot out like a cannonball.

But instead of retreating, he leaned sideways slightly, avoiding his fist, and then his shoulders sank, slamming into the Gangyuan carapace condensed by the Spirit Turtle Talisman.

Rumble!

There was another loud bang that sounded almost at the same time, and Bagin flew straight out and fell heavily several feet away.

Everyone was stunned, and after a moment of silence, thunderous applause rang out.

"Out of ...... Out of bounds!"

The deacon disciple who was supervising the ring woke up like a dream and hurriedly announced.

"Fang Qianyuan wins!"

"I ...... I actually lost!"

Ba Ming's face was pale, lying on the floor, his whole body as sore as a falling shelf.

But compared to this, what hit him even more was that he actually lost.

Unexpectedly, he lost to a new disciple who had been in the inner courtyard for less than half a year!

Seeing this, Ye Tianming snorted coldly, didn't care about him, turned around and left.

"Senior Brother Ba, I agreed. Fang Qianyuan walked over and stretched out his hand in a friendly manner, wanting to pull up Ba Ming.

", don't let you pretend. Ba Ming came back to his senses and quickly struggled to stand up on his own.

Fang Qianyuan was slightly stunned, but before he could figure it out, Ba Ming had already walked away around him as if he was hiding from the plague god.

Fang Qianyuan was not familiar with him, so he was naturally too lazy to care, and soon walked towards Wei Wen and the others.

"Senior Brother Fang, congratulations, this battle is really beautiful. ”

"Yes, if you win Ba Ming, many people say that you have seven turns of combat power!"

"It's so powerful, you only have four transformations of cultivation, and you can defeat the seventh transformation!"

As soon as Wei Wen and the others saw Fang Qianyuan, they surrounded him and congratulated him happily.

When others saw it, they were also envious.

Fang Qianyuan really created a miracle this time.

Regardless of whether he can get a place in the end, he will definitely become the elite of the Academy's key cultivation, and his future will be bright.

"A new ranking is out!"

Soon after, someone exclaimed.

Up to now, many disciples have already had a record of four defeats and were eliminated immediately, and so far, those who have still maintained defeats within four games are those who are likely to enter the final list.

These people are:

Fang Qianyuan, 100 wins and 0 losses.

Ye Tianming, 100 wins and 0 losses.

Wu Longjie, 99 wins and 1 loss.

Kong Chongshan, ninety-nine wins and one loss.

Fan Yong, 98-2.

Lanmei, 98-2.

Mu Longfan, 97-3.

Li Qingqing, 97-3.

"So far, the list of the eight best performers has come out. ”

"Senior Brother Fang is tied for first place with Ye Tianming!"

Wei Wen and the others were dumbfounded.

I had a hunch before that Fang Qianyuan's ranking was very high, but only when he actually posted it could he find that he was so outstanding.

"Before you know it, it's going to be the last few games, and those who haven't played each other will be arranged to play against each other, and then they will be eliminated and decided by each other. ”

"Everyone still has about six competitions, what will be the final ranking?"

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Fang Qianyuan also glanced at the list.

But he didn't pay much attention to it, and soon he silently practiced again and cultivated on his own.

His physical activity is far beyond that of ordinary people, and he can even use it in his usual behavior, sitting and lying down.

Through non-stop exercise, condensation but not hair, honing their various skills, and even stimulating the growth of spiritual yuan.

Ordinary people practice too much and fall into exhaustion, and the effect is limited, but he has done it, and he is improving almost every moment.

Compared with this, what is the gain or loss for a while?