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I saw him suddenly swing his spear and sweep away thousands of troops with one move, then stomped into the ring with one foot, and quickly retreated a distance of one zhang.

As soon as Fang landed and stabilized his body, he threw the golden gun in his hand into the air, since he couldn't catch up, he simply didn't chase it!

And just when everyone was wondering if this guy had given up resistance and was about to surrender, the ancestor was crazy and shot at the spear with both hands, only to see that the golden spear in mid-air suddenly grew in the wind, turning into a three-zhang giant spear overflowing with gold.

"......" Seeing this, everyone was puzzled, thinking that this guy had also started to fight with Qu Ze with the magic weapon, but who thought, this guy actually spent mana to make the spear so thick.

Originally, Yu Yilie was quite surprised when he saw this scene, but then, this guy's actions made him stare at it, and he leaned forward slightly to watch every movement of this guy.

The golden giant spear was inserted into the ring with a bang, but the ancestor maniac did not pay attention, but stood in the ring with his head slightly bowed, his fists clenched and urged the mixed yuan golden body with all his strength.

The golden mangs emanated from his body, and later there was a tendency to become more and more intense, like a dazzling little sun.

In front of the main hall, Sikong Yuan, who was dressed in a golden robe, couldn't help but stare at this scene, his brows furrowed slightly, and he turned his head sideways and said to Shangguan Hong: "Senior brother, this is?"

"Tactics!" Shangguan Hong spit out two words with an indifferent expression.

Hearing this, Sikong Yuan couldn't help but be silent, and then his eyes continued to watch the changes in the field, but his brows were furrowed tighter, and there were seven points of anxiety and three points of expectation in his eyes.

When the rest of the elder sect masters heard the word 'battle method', their faces were different, but they also didn't say much, just focused their eyes on the ancestor maniac.

Three hundred years ago, there was a person with outstanding talent, a fellow practitioner of immortal martial arts, who comprehended the battle methods of heaven and earth, and once he used it, he could fight across a great realm, and that person was the lord of Shenyue Palace.

It's a pity that he still died in the hands of the Demon King of the Demon Domain, and at that time, this person only had the cultivation of the True Dan Realm.

In the ring, the golden mangs were getting bigger and bigger like a snowball, and the mana fluctuations emitted were getting stronger and stronger, and they had reached the level of the Great Perfection of Qi Training!

The dazzling golden mangs made many disciples with lower cultivation hide their eyes, but the disciples with higher cultivation still watched the field.

And when Yu Yilie urged the spiritual eye technique to see the situation in Jin Mang, he suddenly got up, and his eyes were full of surprise.

At this time, many disciples in the audience were even more shocked and discussed.

Qu Ze, who was fighting against the ancestor mania, retreated again and again with a shocked expression, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

It wasn't until the golden mang dispersed that the situation inside was seen by everyone, and the original place where the ancestor was crazy was at this time, and at this time, there was a giant-like existence half-kneeling.

His skin shone like gold, and his face was obscured by long black hair.

The ancestor suddenly let out a low roar in his crazy mouth, grabbed a three-zhang long giant spear and stood up, pointed directly at Qu Ze and shouted: "This senior brother, can you dare to fight?!"

"You!What kind of spell are you?!Kill me, I don't believe you can become so big!" Qu Ze said in a panicked tone, and then he didn't believe in evil and urged the gourd magic weapon and the flying sword to attack the ancestor together.

However, before he got close this time, the ancestor with a body like a giant quickly swung his spear and beat his two magic weapons far away.

When Qu Ze reacted, his spiritual sense couldn't even summon back the magic weapon, and he looked at the ancestor maniac with a blank face like a small mountain, could this be true?

The only thing that answered him was the huge tip of the spear that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the fierce momentum alone frightened his legs and slumped on the ground and stared at him dumbfounded.

The deacon disciples on the edge of the ring also didn't come back to their senses for a while, but soon a spirit of excitement announced loudly: "In the first game, the ancestor of the Sword Spirit Pavilion won wildly!"

But in the middle of the field, the ancestor was about to withdraw the spear, but suddenly his eyes rolled and he fell to the ground, and his body quickly dried up like a balloon and returned to his normal shape.

And in someone's transmission, several deacon disciples hurriedly stepped forward and carried this guy down.

"It turned out to be a strong outsider, and I gave full marks to this forced outfit, but unfortunately it was only three seconds handsome. A smile flashed across the corners of his mouth, and Yu Yilie muttered to himself in his heart.

And the rest of the disciples were also relieved in their hearts, thinking that this guy had forcibly performed some kind of secret technique, and now he had been beaten back to his original form.

But Yu Yilie was thinking in his heart, he was also a dual cultivator of the Dharma body, why couldn't he think that guy would become so big.

Is it a secret technique, or is it because it is forced to the extreme with true qi and mana at the same time, forcibly infused into the body?

However, he didn't try it, but he vaguely guessed that if his body strength was not enough, he was afraid that he would blow himself up.

But that sense of gigantic strength, like the power of the ancient demon god, made him lick his lips a little impatiently.

Perhaps, you can find an opportunity to ask this guy for advice without shame, although the time that can be maintained is very short, but he has always been very long-lasting, but the situation is not necessarily.

This farce, which came and went quickly, was soon forgotten by everyone, because one competition after another was going on.

As long as there are disciples of their own sect on the field, the sound of cheering and cheering must be endless, although they are all a family, but how can they score the eldest and second.

The final smell of gunpowder is undoubtedly the three gates of Sword Spirit Pavilion, Blazing Sky Peak, and Fulong Mountain, all of which want to compete for the first place.

The last big competition was that Mo Feng of the Sword Spirit Pavilion narrowly defeated Zhong Yi of Fulong Mountain to win the first place, and finally Fulong Mountain ranked second, and Su Ao of Blazing Sky Peak ranked third.

However, Yu Yilie is not interested in these, his goal is just to enter the top ten in a low-key manner.

In that way, he would not have to spend contribution points to help Senior Brother Wu Chen in exchange for Tsukidan, but he could also help him build the foundation again.

Although Wu Chen is kind and kind to everyone, Yu Yilie has developed again after receiving his favor, where can he sit idly by.

The rules of this big competition are to draw lots to select opponents, implement a knockout system, round after round until the top ten, top five, and first place are separated.

He just wants to get him up against too good an opponent in the first fight so as not to attract attention.

After all, he is an alchemist, alchemy all day long, and he has never gone out to practice, and he has very little experience in fighting.

Just as he was thinking about what means to use to defeat the opponent without a trace, the deacon disciple in the field pulled out two bamboo sticks and called out his name.

And his opponent was a disciple named Luo Mengmeng under the Youquan Sea Gate.

"......" Yu Yilie stood up a little depressed, ready to go to the ring.

This opponent is not very powerful when he hears it, and he is very cute, but he has a headache, and he is most afraid of this.

"Hehe, junior brother, not only are you lucky, but this Yanfu is not shallow! Don't be too heavy, maybe that girl will make a promise!" Wu Chen patted him on the shoulder and joked with a smile.