In the face of the provocation of the young man in gorgeous clothes, Wu Qingzi naturally couldn't bear it, and raised his hand to shoot a thunderbolt at Leng Wuji, but he reached out in the air and dissipated without a trace.

Wu Qingzi was taken aback, he didn't know the power of this thunderbolt, and it was not too much to say that he would open the stele and crack the stone, the other party could actually dissolve his strongest attack method so lightly, and his combat power was more than a star and a half higher than his own.

Wu Qingzi's cultivation is not enough, and his vision is shallow, so naturally he can't see the mystery of Leng Wuji's hand just now, but this bit of cattiness can't be hidden from Bai Ze and Jiao Wei'er's eyes, that Leng Wuxian clearly hides a magic weapon that can collect true qi in his sleeve, and he relies on his own cultivation to be a realm higher than the other party, so he dares to take a risk.

Although it was a bit risky, the effect was surprisingly good, and the people watching the battle saw that he actually dissolved the dazzling thunderbolt empty-handed, and they were shocked as gods, and some ignorant people actually knelt down and worshipped immediately.

Leng Wuxian was very proud, and laughed. said: "With such a little ability, you dare to come up and be embarrassed?"

Wu Qingzi was ridiculed by this, and his face was red and white for a while, but he knew that he was not an opponent, and it was just a laughing stock to hold on, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he turned around and wanted to step down.

As soon as he turned around, Leng Wuxian suddenly waved his big hand, returning the thunderbolt he hit intact, faster, and there seemed to be a layer of freezing gas attached to it.

Wu Qingzi had already turned around at this time, and Leng Wuxian was almost equivalent to a sneak attack, when Wu Qingzi heard the wind behind him, and when he wanted to hide again, where could he have time, and he was slashed on the back by the thunderbolt, and the whole person fell to the stage like a piece of coke.

This time it was too despicable, and several people in the audience immediately scolded him, but Leng Wuxian didn't care about it, but said indifferently: "He didn't admit defeat, nor was he injured or stepped down, it was natural for me to make a move, what is despicable?"

These strong words made the audience even more scolded, and a few of them scolded particularly ugly, Leng Wuji's face gradually became gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "Since you are on stage, death and injury are inevitable, if you are really afraid of death, it is better to hide at home and drink milk!"

Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at those people and said, "You guys seem to be very unconvinced, do you want to come on stage and try it?"

Those few people who were pointed out by him couldn't get used to what he did, so they made accusations, and their voices were quite loud, but when it came to cultivation, they were far worse than Wuqingzi, how could they dare to go on stage and die?

Leng Wuxian pointed out, those people were dumbfounded, Leng Wuxian was very proud in his heart, and at the same time glanced at the envoy of the Hui Soul Clan in the audience, only to see that the person stood in place with an expressionless face, without the slightest intention of announcing that he was shortlisted for the top ten, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

On cultivation, among these people, he is undoubtedly the existence of standing out from the crowd, in terms of martial arts, he won easily enough and without suspense just now, in terms of momentum, who else dares to speak out now in the audience?

Isn't that enough to earn a shortlisted qualification?

Leng Wuxian was angry in his heart, and the few people who were making noise just now under the stands were even more unhappy, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the most fierce person in the air, and a suction force suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Let's have a fight!"

That person was also a martial artist who was slightly stronger than ordinary people, how could he resist the "Mingxing" realm cultivator's telekinesis? Suddenly, his entire body was numb, and he was lightly lifted by Leng Wuxian and flew towards the ring.

Seeing that man's body flew closer, the murderous intent surging in Leng Wuxi's eyes was surging, and he had already made up his mind in his heart to kill with one move, one was to put out the fire, and the other was to establish his might.

However, since Bai Ze was present, how could he let this kind of thing happen? Immediately, a suction force several times stronger than Leng Wuxian erupted from his palm, taking the person's body back to him.

The man walked in the ghost gate in one breath, his heart was frightened and frightened, he didn't dare to be verbose, once he landed, he immediately crawled out of the crowd and fled far away.

Leng Wuxian glanced at Bai Ze with annoyance, that moment made him very faceless, but through that short fight, he also knew that this young man who was not amazing was far superior in strength.

Naturally, he did not dare to have the idea of provocation.

After Bai Ze rescued that person, he wanted to go on stage to teach Leng Wuxian a lesson, but there were others in the audience who couldn't stand it, a young man with a pale face and a thin wood jumper jumped on the stage one step ahead of Bai Ze and said: "Lao Tzu has seen crazy, but I haven't seen you so crazy, I didn't want to do much, but now I can't care so much, I don't feel happy if I don't teach you a lesson!"

Seeing that someone came forward, Bai Ze resisted the urge to go to the stage and stood quietly in place.

Leng Wuxian was originally worried that Bai Ze would come to power, but when he saw that it was another person, he was suddenly not afraid, and said with a big grin: "In this case, you still dare to go to the stage to die, you are not small, report your name!"

The man looked impatient, and said, "Dying man, what are you talking about?" After speaking, Yao Yao slashed towards Leng Wuxian with a palm.

Leng Wuxian was naturally not afraid, and slapped him in the air.

There was a loud "bang", and both of them staggered back three steps, but there was a faint smile on the thin Chai Gan's face.

Sure enough, Leng Wuxian showed a painful expression on his face, looked down at his palm, and saw a gray gas flashing on it, and where the gray gas passed, the skin and flesh were rotting.

"Refining the Three Corpses Poison Qi" Jiao Wei'er's eyes were sharp, and he whispered in Bai Ze's ear: "This guy is a member of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. ”

Seeing that the poisonous gas was spreading rapidly, Leng Wuxian hurriedly used his true qi to stop the spread of the poisonous gas, and at the same time said with hatred: "You use poison!"

"That rule stipulates that poison cannot be used?" the man smiled sarcastically, and was about to continue to shoot, but he heard a "woo" sound from the audience, and the envoy of the Hui Soul Clan raised his voice and said: "It's getting late, let's fight again tomorrow!"

After speaking, he didn't care whether the two agreed or not, turned around and left.

The purpose of Leng Wuxi's trip is to obtain one of the ten places, if the Soul Clan envoy is not present this time, then what is the point of him fighting to the death with others? Not to mention that he urgently needs time to heal and detoxify at this moment, and he must not be rash!

As soon as he thought of this, Leng Wuxian shouted at the thin wood: "Do you dare to fight again tomorrow?"

"Hmph, what if you let you live one more night?" a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and he waved his hand to signal Leng Wuxian to get out quickly.

Leng Wuxian only felt a rush of anger rushing to his head, but he also knew that in this situation, he had to endure it, so he jumped off the stage without saying a word.