With the return of the demon pet and the puppet body, the pair of water puppets also followed, and it was difficult to start with the Yang Lin dialect for a while, but this pair of puppets could be solved first. The reason why they were able to act in front of the demon pet was nothing more than with the help of a huge amount of water spiritual power, and Fang Yan immediately ordered the shadow to lure one of them to his side, and then slightly increased the speed of spiritual energy absorption.

Soon Fang Yan noticed the changes in this water puppet, and lost enough water aura replenishment, this puppet obviously lost its previous agility, and Fang Yan hurriedly attacked with the Blood God Sword, and cooperated with the two demon pets to besiege it. When Yang Lin saw this scene, he was immediately taken aback, Fang Yan was still busy attacking his puppet, which showed that he had a lot of mana left.

And his own situation is very bad, the bead in his hand is extremely mana-consuming, and it is simply self-defeating to continue to attack like this. In desperation, Yang Lin had to adopt the most stupid method, turn offense into defense, first defend himself without losing, and then think of strategies to deal with dialects, as for the previous cruel words, they should only be said by others.

Between flipping his hands, Yang Lin resolutely pinched his hand, preparing to recall the two water puppets first, and then retreat to the side of the fighting platform. His approach was originally very sudden, but the sense of the dialect was so keen, he immediately noticed that the other party was acting differently, and the others had no time to stop it, but his two water puppets wanted to slip away but it was impossible.

The puppet dialect that was fighting with the puppet body was gently let go, but the puppet beside him, who was besieged by his own demon pet, didn't want to escape so easily.

As the mist suddenly receded like a tide, the water puppet that was supposed to retreat in front of it suddenly slammed into shape, unable to keep up with the rapidly receding tide of the mist. Immediately, an extremely thin flying sword flew out from behind it, bringing up a long string of blue spiritual liquid, and it was actually Fang Yan who attacked with the Shadowless Sword, delaying the puppet's movements.

Immediately after that, one person and two demons swarmed up, and the water puppet that had lost the blessing of water spiritual power was suddenly hit in succession, and its body became slowed down, and in an instant, countless attacks fell on it. Fortunately, this is a puppet, if it is a living thing, where is there still life. By the time Yang Lin finally took it back, the puppet could no longer be used.

The two puppets were abolished one more, and Fang Yan's ability to grasp the timing also made Yang Lin secretly frightened, as long as the slightest flaw was revealed in front of him, he might be caught by him. Yang Lin's flesh was in pain at the moment, the phantom ice did not know its whereabouts, and the water puppet lost another one. He doubted that after this competition, there would be anything left of his treasure.

At this point, he still refused to give up. He was also thinking about how to defeat the dialect, guard the remaining water golem in front of him, and then gradually reduce the area shrouded in water mist to reduce his mana consumption. The arena immediately became clear, and everyone outside the arena looked at the stage in surprise, almost unable to believe their eyes.

The scene on the stage at this moment was very rare, Yang Lin, who cultivated the water attribute exercises, retreated to the corner of the competition platform, and was attacked by another monk by various means in turn, and he was almost powerless to fight back. Fang Yan saw Yang Lin's mind clearly. Surrounded by demon pets and puppets, he just focused on talisman attacks, patiently consumed the opponent's spiritual power, and handed over the main attacks to them.

Fang Yan's attention was all on defense, trying to ensure that he was invulnerable, but he only urged the attack of ten thousand poison beads, forcing Yang Lin to continue to consume mana. And the puppet body and the demon pet are constantly attacking with their lives. Even the yellow poisonous smoke was released, which caused a lot of momentum, and this unreasonable and unforgiving way of playing also made the onlookers quite moved.

The competition reached such a point that Feng Ruonan, who was watching on the sidelines, had an extremely ugly face, and tried his best to contact the two disciples. was actually knocked to the ground one by one by the dialects, and Yang Lin was also powerless, and the defeat of this competition was decided. Sure enough, after the hard work of a meal, Yang Lin couldn't hold on any longer, and several powerful means were broken by the dialect, what else could he come up with.

The man sat on the ground with a pale face, his lips pursed tightly and refused to admit defeat. His eyes stared at Fang Yan deadly, and the matter of the phantom ice made him hate the person in front of him. A red magic sword was close to him, but he couldn't advance half an inch, and Fang Yan did have killing intent just now, but Elder Jin Dan on the high platform was not an ornament.

"Fang Daoyou, let's stop, you have won this battle, do you have to see blood?" This Jindan Elder of the Moon Sect had a bad face, if he hadn't made a quick move just now, this sword would have pierced into Yang Lin's chest. Although Fang Yan would definitely have to take responsibility in that case, and his own responsibility was even greater, besides, it was impossible for him to let a sect disciple die in front of him.

"Thank you seniors, the juniors can't control it for a while, if it weren't for the seniors to make a timely move, it would almost make a big mistake. Fang Yan calmly saluted, and then put away the demon pet puppet, ignoring Yang Lin's vicious eyes at all.

Since then, the first stage of the big competition has ended, and Fang Yan knows at this moment that this competition is the latest to end, and it will definitely take a lot of time to grind a water attribute monk to the point that his mana is completely gone. Yesterday was the first to finish, today it was last, but the result was exactly the same, and after this battle he became the last man to enter the second stage with his head held high.

Next, he has to go to the nearby hall to participate in the draw of the second stage of the big competition, and tomorrow will be another fierce battle, and there will be no more intermission. When he entered the hall, more than sixty disciples of various sects had already arrived, and almost all of them were monks dressed in the costumes of the Lanyue Sect and the Wanling Sect, and the disciples of the Qingyuan Sect only saw three people, plus he only had a pitiful four.

It is no longer the elders of the Lanyue Sect who presided over the draw, but the heads of the eight sects, gathered here just to witness the beginning of the next stage of the process, and every competition after that will also attract much attention. When Fang Yan stood in the team, he suddenly sensed that someone was looking at him, and when he looked back, he saw that the head of Qianhuan was smiling and nodding to him.

Up to now, the results of the disciples of the Qingyuan Sect are naturally not good, but they are not bad compared to several other sects, of course, they cannot be compared with the top two Lanyue Sect and Wanling Sect. Fang Yan guessed self-deprecatingly that he was able to get the approval of the head of the house, but he was afraid that it was because he was not counted in the qualifiers, which was a complete accident.

It's a pity that Feng'er didn't appear here, thinking that she couldn't win this time, after the competition, the Jindan elder urged vigorously, originally she should have gone to the sidelines to watch his competition, and I don't know how she is feeling now. Soon the lottery ended, Fang Yan sent a message to Feng'er, and went straight back to his room, he still had something to do.

It was the phantom ice that was snatched from Yang Lin, and he was in the blue bead space at this time, and he didn't know what kind of use this thing had for him. Fang Yan entered the space with great interest, but there was no trace of phantom ice in the flash of his mind, waiting for him to calm down and search carefully. Only to find out that this thing was hiding on an island in the middle of the lake, and burrowed under the piece of cold pith spirit jade.

Sure enough, it was a good treasure, and it could automatically sense the location of the spiritual object of the same attribute, and as soon as the dialect thought moved, this phantom ice appeared in front of him, as long as it was in this space, all items could not escape his control. Feel the pure ice attribute aura in it. Fang Yan thought in his heart, the most amazing thing about this group of spiritual creatures is that it can be transformed. I don't know where he can put it.

However, this thing can't be refined yet, after all, this thing was taken from the disciples of the Lanyue Sect, and it was just a competition between them, not a life-and-death fight, so it stands to reason that they shouldn't take each other's treasures. But this person was obviously arranged by Feng Ruonan to block him, so it was no wonder that Fang Yan wanted to punish him slightly, and besides, he received this thing and the other party had no evidence, so he ate the contents of his stomach and let him vomit it again.

Dodge left the space, the dialect triumphant. Immediately sit down and recover a little, leaving everything behind. Thinking about it, Yang Lin would not give up on this, but no matter what means he used, the dialect would not let him succeed, and once he decided on something, it was difficult to change it easily.

After that, no one came to disturb Fang Yan's residence, only Feng'er replied to him. Let him prepare for tomorrow's competition with peace of mind, and those fellow disciples may also have this idea. After a day and night of resting behind closed doors, the next morning, Fang Yan appeared in front of everyone again, and several disciples in the building knew that Fang Yan had entered the second round in disbelief, so they got up early and waited here.

Except for these few people. A few of his fellow disciples also came here curiously, and followed them along the way to the mountain, making the dialect like the stars holding the moon, and flying all the way was also a bit majestic. From today onwards, all the competitions will be held at the same time, and this mountain scene is big enough to accommodate it.

The dialect in the crowd first saw Feng'er's smile. The face was extremely bright, which made Fang Yan's heart move, and he felt a few unkind glances, among which Feng Ruonan was naturally indispensable, and the monk standing beside him at this moment was Yang Lin. Fang Yan didn't bother to pay attention to these people, and wanted to go over to say hello to Feng'er, but after thinking about it, he stopped and winked at her.

It didn't take long for the competition to officially start, and when he stepped on the competition platform, he was speechless, and he actually met a disciple of Lanyue Sect again, but this time it was a female disciple. After the competition began, Fang Yan was a little happy, it turned out that the opponent was also a water attribute monk, and the methods and exercises of Yang Lin in the last game were the same.

Encountering two almost identical competitions in a row, I don't know if it's dialect luck or too much coincidence, if other people may have a headache, but the dialect is completely different. He is not afraid of this kind of expendable style of play at all, because he has nothing to consume from beginning to end, and only the opponent will be worn to death in the end.

In addition to the difference in the spiritual weapon, this female cultivator's spell is also softer and longer, if it weren't for the fact that Fang Yan happened to be not afraid of this, I was afraid that it would be difficult to bargain in her hands, and she would not even be able to enter within ten zhang of her. Fang Yan took out his patience and slowly wore it away with her, anyway, he had almost no mana consumption in this competition, and time was on his side from the beginning.

The final result stunned everyone outside the arena, this was the third time that Fang Yan had exhausted all the opponent's mana, and these three opponents, without exception, were all water attribute cultivators. The discerning person had already discovered the strangeness in it, and several disciples of the Moon Sect with profound mana had been planted in his hands in a row, and the process was surprisingly similar.

Seeing Fang Yan's demeanor leave easily, the Lanyue Sect disciples present had complicated faces, just now someone outside the field had inadvertently given Fang Yan a title, calling him the nemesis of water attribute monks, which made the monks who were proficient in this kind of exercise indignant, but they had nothing to say, because Fang Yan's performance was indeed worthy of this title.

And what made him the happiest was that soon after the game, Feng'er happily transmitted the news to him, Feng Ruonan's team was defeated, and after the competition, he hid in disgrace and disappeared. In other words, he not only won this competition, but also won the bet, which can be described as a double happiness, and he is naturally in a good mood. (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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