When the disciples who lived together that night returned, they did not come back to find the dialect, and they did not know how their battle was going today. Fang Yan rested early as usual, and rushed to the mountain range alone in the early morning of the second day, and did not see the movement of the other disciples in the building.

When he came to the sidelines, Fang Yan found an open space to sit and wait, and only after a while he heard Feng'er transmit a message to him. Yesterday's battle consumed a lot of her mana, and although she finally won the competition, she had to rush back to recover, and look for Fang Yan in the future, and when she saw Fang Yan, she came to him at this moment.

In fact, Fang Yan had already noticed her arrival, and only after she finished speaking did he turn his head, and winked at her again, Feng'er gestured back to him, and the two exchanged silently. At this moment, they seem to have returned to their childhood, quietly enjoying the rare silence together, without saying anything, just looking at each other to understand.

It's just that this rare warmth is too short-lived, and after a while, the disciples who participated in the big competition were gathered, and now there are only sixteen people left in each big group, and the eight disciples who won after this competition will enter the second stage, and this battle will also become their advanced battle. After the victory, the head is held high and the next stage is out, and the defeated are out, and only sixty-four of the hundreds of mid-stage disciples will be eligible to stay.

However, the arrangement of today's big competition is slightly different, and the next competition will be the later level of the foundation, all 64 games will be held at the same time, and the competition will be completed at one time, and then the winner will stay and draw lots again. The mid-stage of foundation building will be carried out after that, and the rules will be the same, and after only two matches, the first stage of the big competition will be completed.

A group of disciples in the middle stage of foundation building gathered together, and it could be seen from the clothing that the situation of each sect was very large, the disciples of Lanyue Sect and Wanling Sect accounted for most of them, and only a few people remained in the other six sects. Feng Er stood in the ranks of monks of the Lanyue Sect, looking at the dialect from time to time, and occasionally at the competition platform, where the competition of monks in the late stage of foundation building was going on.

It took an hour for all the competitions to come to an end. A Jindan monk stood in mid-air against the wind and read aloud the list of monks who had entered the second stage. These people will enter the main hall and draw lots again, no longer staggered each other according to the proportion of each sect, and the order of drawing will be completely scrambled, even if the first battle is against the disciples of their own sect, they will have nothing to say.

In the announced list, Fang Yan really heard Feng Ruonan's name, and this guy really had some means. With the eight-layer cultivation of the foundation building, it has entered the second stage, no wonder Feng'er is quite anxious about this. Thinking about it. Feng'er's worried eyes were projected again, and Fang Yan quickly changed to a smile and grimaced at her again.

The competition platform was quickly cleared, and Fang Yan and the others each walked up to the high platforms and began their own advanced battles. When he stepped into the entrance, he found that there was already a person standing opposite, wearing the half-moon-shaped symbol costume of the Lanyue Sect, and two of the three competitions actually met the disciples of this sect.

But now is not the time to pursue the matter. And this kind of thing can't be found out for a while, and most of it will just be gone. But what can he do if he calculates carefully, even if all the three are disciples of the Moon Sect, the dialect is not afraid, but in an instant, he burst out with a raging battle intent, and this arrangement makes him extremely excited.

When the Jindan Elder had just announced the two sides of the competition, the two of them didn't say a word. Coincidentally, he took out the treasures on his body and handed them over directly. The dialect is too lazy to answer, and this person is afraid that he is a little weak-minded, and he only needs to pay a little attention to this matter to see through the strangeness of this competition.

This disciple of the Lanyue Sect named Yang Lin had almost the same techniques as Li Hao after coming up. It's just that his spiritual weapon is three long-necked bottles, of different sizes, and one of them resembles Li Hao's water cloud bottle. I saw that as soon as this person pinched the trick, the three bottles were opened at the same time, and a large mist immediately floated out of the bottle that was similar to the water cloud bottle.

As soon as the other, slightly larger one opened, it emitted a chill, and countless ice cubes flew out of it. and condensed into a slender ice sword under the control of this person, this person is actually a dual-attribute monk of ice and water, and his strength is not bad. The largest bottle was even more surprising, and two water puppets came out of it, shaped like a human, but it was completely condensed by the water attribute aura.

The shot is extraordinary, it seems that this is the hole card prepared by Feng Ruonan, these strange dialects of things are not afraid, but secretly pay attention to the slender ice sword, it seems that it is not as simple as it seems. And the movements in Fang Yan's hand were not slow, the Demon King Shield and the Blood God Sword were released early, and the fire dragon card was also held in his hand, and with a wave of his right hand, three humanoid battle pets fell in front of him.

In addition to the black evil and the shadow, this time he even released the puppet body, but this puppet treasure is much worse, holding two magic swords and a gourd hanging from his waist. It's the first time that the puppet body has been released by the dialect to assist the attack.,And when you get it, it's refined into a monster.,The dialect just strengthened it and then controlled it with distraction.,I don't know what the combat power is.。

Looking at Fang Yan's preparation, Yang Lin couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he was the one who followed Feng Ruonan to Li Haodong Mansion that night, and he hadn't heard that Fang Yan still had these methods, especially these humanoid monsters with good strength. At this moment, he couldn't help but scold Li Hao in his heart for being incompetent, after a competition, he didn't even force out the full strength of the other party, and he didn't know where he had cultivated all these years.

"Hmph, you are really hiding deep enough, but what can you do like this, in the face of absolute strength, any scheming is just a laughing stock. Yang Lin said with anger on his face, and then his hands danced again and again, and the mist on the fighting platform was suddenly filled, and the cold ice sword swept through the mist, and the two water puppets also followed the mist to the dialect.

With the experience of dealing with Li Hao, Fang Yan did not rush to disperse the surging water mist, but slowly retreated to the corner of the fighting platform, letting the puppet body and the two demon pets each catch a water puppet, and he himself urged the demon king shield with all his strength, while throwing out several talismans casually. Monks with such water attributes need to be the most patient, each time the two sides are far apart, and the scene is often full of fine water aura, and the methods of sneak attack and melee attack are difficult to work.

Fortunately, he cultivated the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill, so he immediately made up his mind to take a defensive position, and used the method to deal with Li Hao in the same way, since the other party is the best at long-lasting attacks, then compare with him who can hold on to the end. Soon the fog in the field was rising, and the dialect was slowly squeezed into a corner by the mist in the sky, and the demon pet and the puppet body had also fought with the water puppet, but the situation was obviously more favorable to Yang Lin.

At this moment, Yang Lin showed a slight smile on his face, but he didn't seriously think about why Li Hao was defeated by Fang Yan, but quickly urged the ice sword. Swiftly flew towards the dialect. Fang Yan was already secretly absorbing the water aura, he thought very clearly about this fight, and did not take the initiative to make a move, and waited until the ice sword attacked, and then sent the blood god sword out.

With a crisp "ding", the ice sword was immediately knocked into the air and flew away. Immediately he stabbed at the tongue again. Fang Yan's eyes were sharp, just when the two flying swords collided. He obviously saw that the ice sword had been scratched with thorn marks, but it was back to normal in an instant, and then he realized that this ice sword was actually a spirit sword condensed by ice spiritual power, and it had not undergone any refining.

"But the ice attribute spiritual power alone has no such power, it must be some kind of spiritual thing, otherwise how can it be shaped like a substance, and it has the power to fight with the Blood God Sword. In an instant, Fang Yan pondered the origin of this ice sword, which made him even more careless. But suddenly I had a bold idea in my heart.

"Ding Ding Ding" sounded again and again, and Yang Lin also held Li Hao's original idea, wanting to exhaust the spiritual power of the dialect and then use a strong hand, but his methods were sharper, and the frequency of attacks was much faster. The dialect envoy used the Blood God Sword to resist back and forth, but in the mist, the ice sword was obviously more agile, but the Blood God Sword seemed a little blocked in this environment. Fang Yan gradually couldn't keep up with the attack speed of this ice sword.

With a "dang", the ice sword bypassed the Blood God Sword and attacked Fang Yan, but it was firmly resisted by the Demon King Shield in front of him, and then it was bounced back, failing to cause any damage to Fang Yan at all. But this still made Fang Yan feel threatened, and he pulled out a stack of talismans from his storage bag. Skillfully stimulated, after a few "boom" sounds, the mist gradually thinned, and the Blood God Sword became freely used again.

Soon a quarter of an hour passed, and the dialect had been pressed and beaten by the other party since the opening, but he did not show the slightest panic, and his hands kept moving. And what made Yang Lin the strangest was that the dialect had not shown any signs of mana loss so far.

At this time, he remembered what Li Hao had said, as if the mana of the dialect was far deeper than that of the same rank, and even the staying power of the water attribute monk was even greater than that of the water attribute monk at the time of the competition, and he was still scoffing at this at that time, but at this moment he really felt it. After such a long time, there was no delay in the movement of the dialect, and the defense should be orderly and unhurried.

Originally, he also wanted to use two water puppets to quickly consume the mana of the dialect, but looking at the few extremely flexible monsters of the dialect, this idea was immediately abandoned. Although he couldn't understand why Fang Yan could do this, he had already decided to use a killing move, and then he suddenly urged his whole body mana, pointed at a bottle in front of him with one hand, and quickly pinched his hand with the other.

In an instant, Fang Yan felt that the ice sword suddenly pulled back, and the sword body burst open, such a change really frightened Fang Yan, and he thought that this person wanted to explode the spirit weapon. When he subconsciously retreated backwards, his divine sense suddenly sensed that countless ice needles suddenly appeared in the place where the ice sword was, and they quickly condensed and formed.

This ice sword is really not simple, Fang Yan's mind is in a hurry, just now he has some ideas about this ice sword, maybe this is an opportunity. In the blink of an eye, a snow-white spirit rune suddenly appeared on Fang Yan's chest, which was the natal spirit rune he had worked so hard to refine, and it was also an ice attribute, and he didn't know what the outcome would be under the battle.

There was no room for dialects to think about it at all, countless ice needles fell from the sky like a torrential rain, flying towards dialects intensively, and the mist around them also became like bursts of waves, surging towards dialects. It seems that the other party has been impatient and wants to defeat the dialect in one fell swoop, although this makes the dialect's wishful thinking unsuccessful, but the opponent's poor dagger makes the dialect more at ease.

There was a loud "boom", followed by a constant sound of metal scraping, and a large number of fine ice cubes suddenly appeared in the center of the mist. But at this moment, Fang Yan changed his passive defensive posture, and suddenly drove the fire dragon order in his hand, and a huge fire dragon flew straight towards the other party, and Fang Yan's figure also rushed forward. (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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