Both sides are people who have been in battle for a long time, and they know that as long as they fight together, they can't leave half of their hands behind, and the slightest hesitation will definitely end up unbearable. Fang Yan was already immersed in the fighting method at this moment, and his body was filled with a heavy murderous aura, and at the last moment of the competition, the ruthlessness in his bones completely burst out.

In order to avoid the powerful impact just now, the two demon pets have been put away by him, but the two bronze figures of the other party have been used as shields, and they are still guarding in front of Zhang Xiangbei. But Fang Yan was not afraid, he just wanted to seize this fleeting gap, get close to the opponent as soon as possible, and launch a melee attack, before Zhang Xiangbei could organize a decent defense.

With a "click", the attack of the Shadowless Sword fell on the bronze man again, and the shield that rotated on three sides became a little clumsy at this time, and was easily broken through by the Shadowless Sword, Zhang Xiangbei's mana was about to bottom out, and he was no longer able to use them flexibly. Although the other few spiritual weapons were still barely urging, the threat of dialects was greatly reduced.

Although the Shadowless Sword failed to work in one blow, it proved Fang Yan's judgment, Zhang Xiangbei's attack with a bow-type spirit storage magic weapon was not without the need to consume his own spiritual power, but relatively little, but for the little mana he already had, it was tantamount to drawing a salary from the bottom of the kettle. Fang Yan saw it clearly, and naturally he would not let go of this opportunity, and launched the Blood God Sword and the Shadowless Sword with all his strength, and besieged it extremely quickly.

And he himself leaned forward, wielding the long blade in his hand to fight with all his might, at this time, a faint golden color appeared on his face, and the yuan power on his body was also urged by him. After a violent impact, the form of fighting in the ring has completely changed, no longer attacking from afar with spiritual weapons, but fighting in close quarters like a warrior in the world.

I saw that the dialect was like a whirlwind wandering around Zhang Xiangbei, and the two strange swords were also swimming back and forth, and Zhang Xiangbei could only rely on the two bronze figures to keep dodging, and he secretly complained in his heart. It goes without saying that Fang Yan can see through his predicament, after all, they are all veterans, but Fang Yan is also good at hand-to-hand combat, so he doesn't even have time to swallow the pill to recover some mana.

Moreover, the strength of the dialect's physical attack is also extremely good. With a long blade that struck his bronze man back again and again, coupled with the two sword weapons from time to time, Zhang Xiangbei was already in a hurry. But even at this time, Zhang Xiangbei still refused to admit defeat, and wanted to continue to resist stubbornly, and the tenacity of the battle cultivator was very different from that of other monks.

But the scene is too ugly, Zhang Xiangbei is like a trapped beast still struggling. But he could only be beaten passively, and he had no power to fight back. Defeat is only a matter of time. And the dialect didn't speak, and the vultures attacked wildly, and the attack speed became faster and faster, without sparing any hands.

"That's enough! Zhang Xiangbei, if you don't retreat quickly, the face of my law enforcement hall will be lost to you. A thunderous voice suddenly came from above the heads of the two of them, and in an instant, a big hand of vitality pierced through the prohibition like paper paste and pressed down on the two of them.

Fang Yan suddenly felt a tightness all over his body. couldn't move, and then saw Zhang Xiangbei being lifted by that big energetic hand, thrown outside the ring, and fell on all fours. Fang Yan only noticed at this time that there was a black-clothed monk standing on the top of the ring at some point, his face was as black as black charcoal, and he looked like a fierce god.

The crowd erupted in laughter. Zhang Xiangbei struggled to get up from the ground, ignoring the people around him, hurriedly rushed to the ring to collect a few of his belongings, and then left the place without looking back. He only heard the black-faced monk snort coldly, and in an instant he disappeared from the top of Fang Yan's head, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

This person must be the Great Elder of the Sect's Law Enforcement Hall. Tu Lie, known as the black-faced god, was one of the most prestigious high-ranking members of the Qingyuan Sect. However, his reputation was completely vicious, and when the disciples in the sect saw him, they all trembled.

The deacon on duty waited for a while before cautiously coming to the stage and declaring the victory in the dialect of the battle. There were still exclamations from the audience, and the competition ended dramatically. did not dilute everyone's impression of this battle, they witnessed the methods of the biggest dark horse in this fighting conference.

Watching Fang Yan calmly walk off the stage, everyone's faces showed surprise. Fang Yan was not as excited as everyone expected, but quietly left with Qingluan and the others, and then found a place with fewer people, sat down and slowly recovered, waiting for the final result of the Doufa Conference.

However, Shan Gufeng was nowhere to be seen at the moment, which made Fang Yan a little strange, and he couldn't figure out what he meant by this master. won the female cultivator with conspiracy and trickery, but he praised him a lot, and he defeated the war cultivator in a dignified manner, but he didn't even show his face, and he didn't know what kind of logic he said and did.

In less than half an hour, all the competitions were over, and then the person in charge announced the name of the winner. The dialect is basically unknown, and only one name is still familiar, and that is An Yimeng, a disciple of the Thousand Illusion True Person, who won the challenge and made it to the list of sixty-four people, and is also one of the very few who have been defeated and become the winner.

"All disciples who have obtained the qualifications of the Eight Sects will be rewarded with 10,000 contribution points and 50,000 spirit stones each, and they can also go to the sect's arsenal to choose a treasure. After March, you will go to participate in the big competition on behalf of the sect, this fighting conference is just a selection, you should not slack off, seize the time to improve the combat power, and strengthen the prestige of my Qingyuan Sect. Then the head of Qianhuan jumped high again, and after saying these words in public, a lively fighting law conference ended.

The final winner was naturally overjoyed, and as the winner of this fighting competition, he could not be congratulated by everyone. It's a pity that there are too few people in the sect who know the dialect, and even their own master is nowhere to be seen, only the ancestor of the Su family brought a few people over, praised the dialect, and did not hesitate to praise the dialect, as if he was afraid that others would not know the relationship between the dialect and her

And with the arrival of the ancestor of the Su family, some people who didn't know also stepped forward to congratulate him, Su Yingxue was just right to introduce him one by one on the side at this time, and he had to say a few words of greeting with them and say some words. Although the number of people was small, there was no cold scene, making him look like a winning disciple.

In this Doufa Conference, the dialect unexpectedly broke out a big upset, and the result naturally could deter some people, and I got to know some people because of this. However, Fang Yan knew that they were all members of the Su family, and sooner or later they would intersect with him, so he took this occasion to meet at this time.

But he also knows that from now on he will be secretly suspicious of some people, from obscurity to attention, whether it is good or bad, this kind of thing is always inevitable, as long as it involves interests. Everywhere there is fighting.

In the next few days, many people came to the Lingfeng of the dialect one after another, most of them were disciples of the Su family, and there were also people who took this opportunity to make friends with the dialect, and those who had strength would be respected wherever they were. The dialect wants to lower its body and receive it warmly, and those who come are all from the same family, and most of them are people with some face in the sect. How can you be sluggish.

Besides, if Fang Yan wants to stay in Qingyuan Sect with peace of mind, he can't do too much in terms of face. The sedan chair is carried by everyone, and the dialect of the truth of the crowd is unknown. However, everyone else came to respond to the scene, to form a good relationship with the dialect, and it was convenient to move around in the future, but one person was different, and he would come and walk every three or five times.

This person is Zhu Lun, who was once defeated by Fang Yan, and he has been the most diligent these days. Since his spirit weapon flywheel was easily broken by Fang Yan, it made him very puzzling, because Fang Yan always shirked with the dignity of his teacher. asked him several times to ask each other for an excuse, but he didn't ask the truth. But he refused to give up, after all, it involved his life-saving hole cards, and how could he be at ease if he didn't figure it out.

It is not necessary for Zhu Lun to frequently knock on the side, Fang Yan has long known his purpose, but it is really difficult to explain, because it also involves his own hole cards, and it can't always make him feel at ease. But let himself not be at peace again.

In the end, although Zhu Lun did not ask for details, the dialect also revealed to him that it was a special technique derived from himself, and it was difficult for others to do it like him, so Zhu Lun could still use his flywheel as a hole card. came and went like this, but the two became familiar because of this, and Zhu Lun was well-informed. Fang Yan also needed to meet such people, and the two hit it off and became friends who were always on the move.

But Shan Gufeng, the master of the dialect, has never seen anyone since that meeting, and he has been in the air several times when he has been to Guyun Peak, and I don't know where he ran away. The dialect has not been with him for long, and many habits are not clear. Maybe he went out to wander, but he didn't even say hello.

After that, Fang Yan had to practice alone, and when he encountered a problem, he simply asked the ancestor of the Su family for advice, and asked about the whereabouts of his master by the way, who knew that even she didn't know. Fang Yan couldn't help but slander, this master was too unresponsible, he couldn't see anyone when he was struggling to win, and now he couldn't even ask him questions about cultivation.

However, the ancestor of the Su family didn't know much about her own exercises, and she could still give some pointers in the cultivation of Qingyang Jue, but she couldn't do anything when it came to magic skills. There are preparations for the Eight Sects Competition, and she can't give too good advice, she knows the inside story of Feng Chong, and it is indeed not a good time to go out to practice at this time, but closed-door penance cultivation will have a limited impact on combat power after all.

Fang Yan seems to have returned to the days when he was away from the fire gate, taking care of his own cultivation, and wondering if there was any problem, although he was still a little uncomfortable at first, he slowly entered the state he used to be, after all, he came all the way over.

The Lingfeng was full of flowers and leaves, although according to the season, it should have entered the middle of winter in the world at this moment, but on the peak where he lived, there were red and willow green, and many of the low-level spiritual flowers that had been planted a few months ago were already in full bloom. Fang Yan was still thinking about amethyst honey, thinking about releasing the amethyst bees he had raised for many years to see if he could really pick flowers and make nectar as he wished.

Who knew that when he entered the blue bead space, he found that most of the amethyst bee eggs that he bought with a lot of spirit stones were missing, and the bee colonies inside did not increase, how could those bee eggs disappear here. Fang Yan suddenly remembered that the source of these amethyst bee eggs should be that small spiritual realm, which is not the same as the original amethyst bees here, but I am afraid that the reduction of those bee eggs is inseparable from the amethyst bees here.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but regret that he was too negligent, and he forgot that this spirit insect was originally a very fierce demon insect, and it also had a strong sense of territory, how could it allow different populations to invade its territory, and how could it make such a low-level mistake.

Fang Yan hurriedly searched around the space, carefully collecting the remaining bee eggs, but he had worked hard to collect hundreds, but now there are less than two percent left, and most of the spiritual breath is weak, and it is unknown whether they can hatch. (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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