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However, Deng An was soon attracted by the name Yan Lingfeng, and in his eyes, his pupils couldn't help shrinking slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the location of the Baishu Mansion. 。

Among the three candidates for meditation in the Baishu Mansion, there was a handsome young man with a straight nose. Deng An clearly remembers that in the first round of the competition, this ghost took the shortest time to defeat his opponent.

As if sensing that there was a meditation cultivator observing him, Yan Lingfeng glanced at both sides, and immediately saw Deng An standing in the middle of the city lord's mansion meditation cultivators, and his eyes burst out with a strong battle intent.

Thinking of the good year, Deng An's gaze turned cold.

At the same time, he had a hunch that this competition might not go well.

Yan Lingfeng saw that Deng An's expression changed, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he nodded generously, he no longer looked at him, but looked at 'Yin' Zhengjun.

"Deng Daoyou, I heard that the cold realm ......" Fang Yongsheng wanted to say a few more words, but when he saw Deng An looking at the location of the Baishu Mansion, his expression was full of 'yin' coldness, and he immediately stopped entanglement.

At this time, 'Yin' Zhengjun announced the start of the 'draw'.

Deng An 'drawn' the "eight", which belonged to the last game, but this result was the last thing he wanted to see, because the meditation of the "eight" in the other 'draw' was Yan Lingfeng. Looking at the numbers above the arena, he smelled a hint of 'yin' conspiracy.

"Whoever it is, don't try to stop me!"

Deng An snorted coldly in his consciousness, and stopped paying attention to this matter. Since it was the last one, and there was plenty of time to prepare, he took a cursory look at the ghosts around him.

Suddenly, in the midst of several 'yin' meditation practices, he found a familiar figure, which was the young 'girl' who exchanged a few pieces of floating cloud iron scrap for his semi-dark weapon. On that day, after knowing that he had been deceived, he almost moved his killing intent, and later because he got the iron core pith, after careful calculation, instead of suffering a loss, he took a big advantage, and this anger weakened a lot.

However, Deng An has always been haunted by being deceived.

Seeing the young 'girl', he couldn't help but feel slightly happy in his heart, and was ready to step forward to question.

However, the young 'girl' seemed to have a premonition and noticed that Deng An was looking at her. When she saw Deng An's unkind gaze, she immediately blinked playfully, retreated a few steps back, and burrowed into the group of cultivators behind her, turning east and west, and lost her trace.

Finding the young 'girl' in the meditation of watching the battle was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and time did not allow it, so Deng An had to forcibly suppress his anger and retreat to the team.

Fang Yongsheng has been secretly paying attention to Deng An's actions, and noticed the change in his mood, so he looked out of his eyes suspiciously, but he didn't find anything abnormal, he wanted to ask, but when he saw Deng An's rejecting appearance, he endured it again.

At this time, there was a small movement in the stands.

Deng An unexpectedly found that Yan Buli flew from a distance, chose a position, and after greeting Mo Wuyan and the other Yu Dan meditation cultivators, he looked at where Deng An was, he nodded lightly, there was not much expression on his face, it seemed to be encouraging.

Yan Buli's arrival made Cheng Yuande a little unhappy.

The old 'woman' of the Tibetan Mansion, who understood the relationship between the two prefectures, suddenly smiled and said to Cheng Yuande: "Master Cheng, I'm afraid that you Baishu Mansion can only get one place this time. ”

When Cheng Yuande heard this, there was a trace of displeasure on his face, and he sneered: "One place? The remaining three cultivators in this mansion are all 'elite' in the mansion, and Yan Lingyuan is a rare opponent in the early stage of condensation. In the old man's opinion, among the eight places of soul detention envoys, Tianyan Mansion can account for at least two. ”

The old 'woman' smiled faintly and said, "The old body does not agree with Master Cheng's opinion. Let's talk about Yu Li of the second in the 'draw' first, his opponent is Yang Hui of Jin Feng Mansion. What is Yang Hui's strength? There is no need to repeat it with his old body! Yu Li does have a chance, but this chance is only one percent. ”

Cheng Yuande's face softened slightly, and said: "The old man admits that there are not many opportunities to be depressed. ”

The old 'woman' said: "Mo Li, who is the fifth in the 'draw', is not about the same strength as Yu Li, but his luck is good, and his opponent may be the weakest among the sixteen meditation cultivators. Therefore, Mo Miao's chances of winning are at least ninety percent. I don't know if the old body analysis is right?"

Cheng Yuande's eyes narrowed slightly, stared at the old 'woman' for a moment, and said with a smile: "It seems that the old man is very unqualified, and he doesn't know your subordinates yet." If Director Han is willing to join our Baishu Mansion, the old man is willing to give up his hand. ”

Regarding Cheng Yuande's rebuttal, the old 'woman' was unimpressed, and explained: "In order to enable the Zangjiao Mansion to obtain more places, not only your Baishu Mansion, but also the candidates of other mansions for meditation cultivation, the old body has secretly investigated. Speaking of this, she seemed to have just remembered, her tone became a little low, and she sighed: "The only meditation cultivator that the old body can't 'touch' clearly, is Deng An of Tianyan Mansion, the time he joined the City of the Dead is too short, and the old body only heard that he can condense the ghostly fire." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Yuande was stunned for a while, and then said in surprise: "Master Han really has a heart, the old man is willing to bow down, it seems that you are determined to win this selection of soul detention envoys! However, you may have forgotten that we still have a strict command, and he will definitely win." ”

The old 'woman' didn't answer immediately, she glanced at Yan Buli who was not far away, and then smiled meaningfully: "Yan Lingfeng's strength is indeed good, none of the candidates in the Zangjiao Mansion are his opponents, but unfortunately, he was a little unlucky, and he 'draw' a sign and met Deng An of Tianyan Mansion." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Yuande snorted coldly: "Tianyan Mansion? Now it's just a lingering breath, even if you can find a ghost fire cultivator, what can you do? ”

When he said this, he deliberately cleared his throat, and his voice was very loud, so the other heads of the houses in the stands could hear it clearly, and they either frowned or gloated at Cheng Yuande's mean words, and they all looked at Yan Buli.

In this regard, Yan Buli seemed to have not heard of it and ignored it.

Since then, Cheng Yuande's face has become extremely ugly. His current state seems to be hitting the cotton 'flower' with his fist, and because of the excessive force, the muscle 'flesh' he is worried about is very uncomfortable.

"Master Cheng, everyone is in the same city, if you cooperate, you will benefit together, and if you divide you, you will lose together, Tianyan Mansion does have a place where you are sorry for Baishu Mansion, but hundreds of years have passed, and some feuds should be put down. Mo Wuyan sighed helplessly and persuaded slowly.

Cheng Yuande saw that Mo was speechless, and after a 'yin' cloud on his face turned into a cloud, it was not good to provoke trouble again, so he snorted heavily at Yan Buli and went to watch the competition on the art field.

"Yesterday I dared to make fun of this main matter, and today it will make you sick and disgusting. The old 'woman' thought that she had avenged yesterday's revenge, and she was secretly proud in her heart, but a cold voice suddenly came from her consciousness: "Master Han, the city lord hopes that this is the last time." ”

The old woman's face changed greatly, and she secretly glanced at Mo Wuyan, and saw that the other party was facing the art field, motionless, knowing that she had left her son for herself, and used the secret technique of sound transmission to warn.

She nodded hurriedly, not daring to provoke Cheng Yuande again.

Although several other cultivators were aware of it, they all pretended not to know.

The competition in the field is still ongoing, and the results will not be determined for the time being.

Since it is the last level, the strength of the remaining meditation is very close, so compared with the competition on the art field, each one is more 'intense', and the total time taken is correspondingly longer.

It wasn't until May in the sky began to darken that it was the turn of the eighth. Deng An and Yan Lingfeng jumped onto the stage almost at the same time, they didn't have any polite words, and they didn't even announce their names, so they each sacrificed a medium-grade artifact and fought in one place.

In Yan Lingfeng's hand was an inconspicuous black 'colored' ribbon.

However, every time it is 'excited', it will become two or three feet wide and fifty or sixty zhang long, like a python-like horse, and it will wander around in the arena, which is extremely difficult.

And, in the center of the ribbon, there is also a golden 'colored' filament. This filament can be separated from the ribbon and attack alone, I don't know what kind of material it is, it is very tough, and in an inadvertent attack, Shi Gui was actually cut out by it with a deep mark.

Yan Lingfeng's speed was extremely fast, only slightly weaker than Deng An's.

When Deng An showed Yan Lingfeng, he had already discovered that the other party and Yi Nian should be of the same type of escape technique, but this escape technique should be more skilled in Yan Lingfeng's hands. In this way, the advantage of Wind Shadow is not obvious in this competition.

The spells that strictly order the wind are mainly wind-based spells.

Because the spells he mastered were more 'subtle' and far stronger than those wind blade techniques, Deng An's Six Spirit Condensation Technique was also restrained to a certain extent, and it was difficult to attack in front of the opponent.

Constrained everywhere and limited at all times, Deng An was forced to dodge everywhere in the arena. Although he was able to find an opportunity to launch a counterattack, it was difficult to pose a threat to Yan Lingfeng. If it weren't for the rarity of his escape technique, a little stronger than Yan Lingfeng, I'm afraid he would have been defeated a long time ago.

Deng An became more and more convinced that all this was premeditated.

If it is said that the exercises and retreats are mastered by Yan Lingfeng, and they can be regarded as unintentional coincidences, then the medium-grade artifact is simply "tailor-made" for Deng An, at least in the last competition, Yan Lingfeng used a flying sickle to 'force' the opponent out of the arena.

However, Deng An was distracted and was seized by Yan Lingfeng.

The wind flicked the black 'colored' ribbon, causing it to wind away quickly.

When Deng An woke up, the black 'colored' ribbon had already formed a semi-encirclement trend, and in order to prevent the golden silk on it from attacking, he could only sacrifice the black 'colored' stone gui and use it to protect the soul body.

Immediately after that, the gold filament detached from the black 'colored' ribbon, and with lightning speed, it 'pumped' heavily on the surface of Shi Gui, causing a deep mark to appear again.

Due to the hasty preparations, under the attack of this artifact, Deng An was a little 'chaotic', and it was still restricted, and he didn't have time to use the Wind Shadow to dodge.

Yan Lingfeng was waiting for this opportunity, and when Deng An was tired of coping, he had already escaped to Deng An's side, and after quickly pinching the magic trick, his palm slapped forward.

Suddenly, a wind dragon formed in front of his palm. After a few rotations, the diameter of the wind dragon turned into zhang xu almost instantly, and it let out a burst of "whine" roars, lifting up some scattered gravel on the ground, and slammed into Deng An, who could not be avoided.

Seeing this scene, the timid ghosts in the audience let out one exclamation after another. --63541+dsuaahhh+25507639--&

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