Zhu Lun glanced at Fang Yan deeply, this monk, who was much lower than his own cultivation, had forced him to have no way out at this moment, and he had to take out his most powerful weapon, and this kind of practice was usually used by the weaker side.

But he can't think of any other way now, he can let himself overwhelm the dialect, and if he continues to fight like this, it will only make his chances of winning smaller and smaller, and it is only a matter of time before he loses, it is better to decide the winner with one move. Then Zhu Lun said: "Let's put away all these smoky things first, so as not to get in the way here, what does the junior brother think?"

Fang Yan nodded, and the two put away their respective gourds, and the smoke and dust in the ring slowly dissipated. After a while, everyone in the audience was surprised to find that the two people who were still fighting fiercely just now were standing in the ring talking at this time, and looking at their appearance, the battle was not over as expected.

What's going on, and what are the two of them going to do? Everyone in the audience stared closely at their actions, trying to figure out what was really going on in the ring. I saw Fang Yan make another move, and the Blood God Sword returned to his hand, and then he looked at Zhu Lun with a wary expression, just waiting for him to take out the treasure that was used to compete for the outcome.

"Senior Brother Fang is optimistic, if Senior Brother still can't win this spiritual weapon, Senior Brother will admit defeat and will never break his word. Zhu Lun suddenly said loudly. Only then did everyone in the audience understand what had just happened, it was Zhu Lun who said this, and it was almost impossible to believe their ears, how did Zhu Lun reach such a point in a short period of time, completely reversing the scene they imagined.

As he spoke, a wheel-shaped spiritual weapon was taken out by Zhu Lun, this was his treasure as a hole card, he thought that it could easily deal with dialects, and there was no need for this thing to appear, but now it seems that it must be used in advance. Zhu Lun let out a loud shout, and the wheel-shaped spirit weapon in his hand flew high, and immediately emitted a cold light, and the temperature in the entire ring plummeted.

The artifact flew into the air. It spun on its own, then spun faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye a cloud of ice and snow gathered around the flywheel, and then spun rapidly with it. A surprising scene suddenly appeared, only to see that with this flywheel as the center, a huge flywheel made of ice and snow suddenly formed, and the momentum was jaw-dropping.

The dialect couldn't help but be moved. He really didn't expect a top-grade spiritual weapon to have such power. An artifact like this that can attract the aura of heaven and earth is usually not the ability of the foundation building monk to do so, only the Jindan monk can do it with the help of spells. But this is obviously a spiritual weapon, how can it have such power, it can simulate the momentum of the Jindan monk controlling the aura of heaven and earth.

This is impossible, don't say that the monks in the middle stage of foundation building, even if they reach the peak of the late stage of foundation building, as long as they do not form a golden pill, they will not be able to control the aura of heaven and earth. This is an iron law in the cultivation realm, and no one can break it. But how did he do it, he didn't understand the alchemy technique in the dialect, and he couldn't see a clue at all, thinking that it was related to the material of refining this treasure, or the refining technique had its own uniqueness, otherwise it was absolutely impossible.

Just in the dusty ring. In an instant, it became full of ice and snow, and this fight seemed to be deliberately trying to get along with the spectators in the audience, and the fighting method between the two was once again impossible to see. Zhu Lun is a veteran inner disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, and the artifact that can make him his biggest hole card is really powerful.

The flywheel, which was wrapped in a thick cold aura, was beyond the scope of spiritual weapon attacks. At least in this small ring, Zhu Lun can easily form an absolute suppression of dialects with the help of his control of space and aura. If it were someone else, this hand would be difficult to deal with, but this is not the case for the other party.

With the help of the overwhelming attack of the aura of heaven and earth, it is usually the usual method of the Jindan monk to bully the low-level monks, if Zhu Lun is the Jindan monk. Fang Yan is naturally powerless, but he is in the middle stage of foundation building like himself, and his control of aura is in vain, so Fang Yan's response is extremely simple, even easier than before, and the reason is the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill.

In the small spirit realm that day, Feng Chong used the magic fire to attract the aura, while Zhu Lun used this flywheel, but the results were similar, both mobilized the aura of the cold attribute to form a suppressive attack on the opponent. But this did not pose any threat to the dialect, and he had already done it once when he fought against Feng Chong, and this time he was even more familiar with it, and the speed of inhaling the aura was even faster than that day.

The Heaven Swallowing Demon Skill was running rapidly, and on the surface, it seemed that the dialect was trying his best to urge the Demon King Shield to resist the erosion of ice and snow, but in fact, he deliberately let some cold qi close to his body, and then quickly collected it into his body, and then infused it into his natal spirit talisman. And those cold qi that had not had time to devour, the dialect turned his divine consciousness and quietly sucked it into the blue bead space.

The difference from last time is that all these spiritual energy are infused into the small island in the middle of the lake in the space, where a few spiritual plants with ice-like attributes are planted, and a lot of spiritual materials with the same attributes are piled up by the dialect, almost becoming an island of ice and snow. Under the ice and snow, in the forbidden fighting ring, the use of the blue bead space to store the aura is not at all discovered, and the dialect also has the Heaven Swallowing Demon Skill as a cover, and I am not worried that the blue orb will be seen through.

Zhu Lun was originally full of confidence, as soon as the ice and snow flywheel came out, he was full of thought that the dialect was absolutely uncontrollable, and it was considered a good strength to be able to barely survive, but he had a great advantage in cultivation, and he was not afraid to compete in mana. But after a short period of time, the ice and snow flywheel suddenly plummeted in spiritual power, seeing that the cold qi decreased sharply, no matter how much he tried his best to infuse mana, he still couldn't keep up with the speed of spiritual power decline, which was really evil.

The occurrence of such a strange thing is naturally the reason for the dialect, but even if he wants to break his head, he can't understand how there is a sudden leakage of spiritual power in the process of fighting the law, does the dialect still have such a ability, and how to do it. At this point, Fang Yan's performance made him unbelievable, but he still had some unwilling heart in his heart, after all, he still had the strength to spare, and he didn't want to be deceived by Fang Yan's strange means.

The two of them were at a stalemate like this, but after only half a pillar of incense, Zhu Lun felt that it was difficult to hold on any longer, and his spiritual power passed rapidly, and most of it was consumed again in a short period of time. However, Fang Yan's appearance didn't seem to have changed much, and even his mana didn't show any big fluctuations, obviously the powerful attack he was planning didn't have the effect he expected.

After forcibly holding on like this for a while, Zhu Lun's confidence was completely shaken, because not only was the spiritual power of this spiritual weapon flywheel declining sharply, but even the ice and snow in the ring were gradually melting, which meant that even if he tried his best, he couldn't keep up with the speed of spiritual power loss, which was really a strange thing, but he had to face it.

Can't go on like this, at this time, don't say what his chances are, I'm afraid that even his own spiritual power won't last too long, and then this spiritual weapon will also be damaged, which is even more difficult for him to accept. This is his life-saving thing, and it is the basis for him to gain a foothold in the same rank, how can it be damaged because of a sect competition.

After weighing it again and again, Zhu Lun finally made a decision, a victory or defeat is a small matter, and the flywheel, which is closely related to his future cultivation, is of great significance to him, and there is no need to fight the dialect to the death.

"Senior Brother Fang, stop, Senior Brother admits defeat! Senior Brother's methods are indeed clever, worthy of the high feet of Shan senior, but what kind of means did Senior Brother use in the end, can you solve the doubts of Senior Brother?" Zhu Lun knew that he was powerless, and he admitted defeat with a frustrated face. But he still couldn't figure out how Fang Yan used to break the flywheel's attack, even though he knew that Fang Yan might not necessarily tell the truth.

"This, it's not that the junior brother deliberately wants to hide the senior brother, but that it involves the secret of the exercises, and the junior brother doesn't dare to talk nonsense, otherwise the senior will be punished, but he can't afford it. "How can you say such things in dialects, and without thinking about it, you can carry Shan Gufeng out and attribute the cause and effect to him, and no one really dares to ask anyway.

Zhu Lun suddenly looked helpless, his expression was indescribably melancholy, he hugged his fist at Fang Yan, and left without looking back. Everyone in the audience still couldn't believe it, Fang Yan defeated the veteran disciples in the sect like this, and they didn't see it too seriously during the whole competition, but in the end, the conversation between the two could be heard clearly. It turned out that the newly accepted apprentice of Shan Gufeng in the rumors was the disciple of the fourth layer of foundation building in front of him.

Thinking about it like this, everyone thinks it is true, who makes the family have a good master, not only cultivates to a high level, but also respects the status of the sect, and it is difficult for others to look up to it if they give a little bit of dialect at will. I'm afraid that the vast majority of people think so, and the eyes looking at the dialect are naturally different from before, but where do they know the inside story, not to mention that this is not entirely unreasonable.

This contest was won by Dialect, although it was much more difficult than the first game, but Dialect still did not reveal all his hole cards. Who would have thought that a fourth-layer disciple like him, who had been in the foundation for less than two years, would still have a lot of hands left behind when facing a fellow senior brother who was two levels higher than his own cultivation, and several powerful means were not revealed.

In the exclamation of everyone, Fang Yan walked off the stage calmly, Qingluan and the others were overjoyed, looking at Fang Yan with beautiful eyes, this competition surprised them a little. I didn't expect his strength to improve to such a point, after all, they have rarely gone out together in the past few years, and they don't know some of the new means added to the dialect.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Fang Yan looked at the crowd, but he didn't see Su Yanping's shadow, and he didn't know when he slipped away, maybe he couldn't see what Fang Yan looked like after his victory. The three of them didn't stay here, and returned directly to their own Lingfeng, this time Su Yanqing didn't say anything about dialects, but when they returned home, they pulled him and asked him, the content was the same as what Zhu Lun wanted to know, but he was prevaricated by the dialect with the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill.

In the next third and fourth rounds of competition, Fang Yan did not encounter much hindrance, relying on the sharpness of spiritual weapons and magic weapons, he passed all the way and was invincible. In fact, this is related to the opponents he has met in two consecutive rounds, they are all decent spiritual cultivators, the spiritual weapons in their hands are not the highest grade, and their cultivation is all five layers of foundation, how can they defeat the dialect of the strange means of the exercises.

A new disciple who has built a fourth-layer foundation has been continuously promoted in the Fighting Law Conference, and such a dazzling performance is unbelievable. After a few rounds, Fang Yan was honored to be the only fourth-layer monk to build a foundation in the fifth round of the competition, and the fact that he stood out among many strong hands naturally attracted everyone's attention and caused a lot of speculation. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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