As soon as this jade bottle appeared, there was a sound of surprise outside the field, this treasure was unknown to others, but no one of the disciples of the Lanyue Sect present knew it. This thing is called the Water Cloud Bottle, it is one of the several famous magic weapons of the Lanyue Sect, for tens of thousands of years, countless disciples of the Lanyue Sect have used it as a means to defeat the enemy, and it has long been famous in the sect, and many disciples of the outer sect also know it.

As soon as the water cloud bottle came out, he was immediately urged by Li Hao, and he didn't notice that the water aura was stolen by the dialect, but he saw that the dialect was still resisting stubbornly in the mist clouds, how could he have a chance to breathe at this moment. A thick mist poured out of the bottle, and the venue became even more unclear, and everyone in the audience felt struggling to see their fighting methods.

However, there was the opening battle before, and almost everyone present was optimistic about this disciple of the Lanyue Sect, which was also a competition between the monks of these two sects, and now they encountered the same scene, and the results were already self-evident. And the people who fought outside the scene were mainly the disciples of the Lanyue Sect, they were no strangers to such a scene, as soon as the water cloud bottle came out, who else could resist it?

However, the situation in the field was not as they thought, although after the water cloud bottle was driven, Fang Yan was obviously trapped by him, but Fang Yan did not seem to be completely suppressed by him, and several magic weapons were still well founded. And in order to continue to urge this spiritual weapon, his own mana consumption was not small, and soon another quarter of an hour passed, and gradually even Li Hao felt that his mana was a little weak.

Fang Yan was still jumping around in the mist, in addition to still firmly guarding his body, he would occasionally send out a few talisman attacks to disperse the surging water aura, and he looked like he still had strength left. Li Hao was puzzled, and his heart was even more restless, when would the monk of the water attribute exercise still have something that his mana was not as good as the rank in the fighting method.

No matter how much he wanted to break his head, it was impossible for him to know that the water aura that he had worked so hard to stimulate at the expense of mana was being continuously introduced into the blue bead space by the dialect at this moment, becoming a new scenery there. In the space, I saw a large area of rain and mist exuding a trace of aura falling out of thin air and sprinkling it in the water of the lake. It's like rain falling from the sky, stirring up a splash all over the lake.

If it weren't for Fang Yan's fear of being discovered by his opponent, and he didn't want to absorb the aura too quickly and there would be unpredictable things, otherwise most of the mist in the field would be sucked away by him. However, he still seemed very cautious, in fact, with his current proficiency in spatial control, no one could detect stealing the aura in the field, not to mention that this person's mind was all used in fighting methods. Who will notice the hands and feet of the tongue quietly doing it?

It's just that the battle situation in the field still caused Li Hao's worries, and he couldn't overcome it for a long time. The spiritual power in the body is facing depletion again, and it has become a little difficult to even urge a few spiritual weapons, these things that should have happened to the opponent, why did they happen to themselves at this moment. It's just that it's useless to think about these anymore, and it's time to make a painful decision at this moment, otherwise it's too late to do anything when the spiritual power in your body is exhausted.

I saw a fierce look flash on Li Hao's face, and he immediately put away the two spiritual weapons, leaving only this water cloud bottle in front of him, ready to immediately cast the secret technique. Success or failure is here. At this time, Fang Yan also felt something, and suddenly the Blood God Sword and the Shadowless Sword attacked everywhere, the purpose was only to interfere with this person and interrupt his spell casting, although he didn't know what Li Hao wanted to do.

This made Li Hao's heart even more flustered, he didn't know how the dialect did it, and he insisted on holding on for so long under his continuous attack. Now there is still room for a sudden counterattack. But this made him even more determined in his thoughts, except for casting this secret technique, he had no hope of winning, which made him how willing.

Now that he couldn't hesitate anymore, Li Hao suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed at the water cloud bottle in front of him. Suddenly, a thick mist of water was stimulated. In fact, the water cloud bottle in his hand is also a pseudo-magic weapon, but this pseudo-magic weapon is different from the one obtained from the ancestor of the Su family.

However, this secret technique is the method of blood sacrifice, which is extremely harmful to the monk, and the damage is the power of one's own origin. Even if Li Hao can win this game, the follow-up competition will be unsustainable. In other words, when he decided to perform this technique, he had to be ready to leave this big competition.

But he can't take care of so much, if he loses to Fang Yan, he will gain nothing, and if he wins with this, even if he can't participate in the later competition, at least what Feng Ruonan promised can still be fulfilled. He is the proud disciple of the new Yuan Infant Ancestor, and he will be a big help to him in the sect in the future.

The water cloud bottle suddenly became red all over, and then another thing flew out of the bottle, Fang Yan didn't expect this person to be so resolute, he actually used the method of blood sacrifice, and it was too late to stop it. What flew out of the bottle was a mist of water, not the mist that had gushed out before, it had already condensed into an entity, like a water dragon flying into the air.

Don't look at this small bottle, the water dragon flying out of it instantly overwhelming the sky, and I don't know how it can contain so much spiritual water, and soon a water curtain of more than ten zhang in mid-air will be formed. This thing is called the Water Cloud Barrier, which is refined from a large amount of pure water spiritual power, and has a great bonus effect on all water attribute attacks, and when it is covered in the sky above the dialect, the attack power of the water attribute spell will be extremely powerful, and the dialect will also be at his mercy.

The water cloud barrier, which looks like a cloud of spiritual water, does not look amazing at first glance, but the strong water spiritual power in it makes the dialect secretly vigilant, and this water cloud barrier has been rapidly drifting towards the dialect under the drive of the surrounding water mist. Everywhere he passed, the water mist was instantly condensed, and I saw that the substantial water droplets rose from time to time on the fighting platform, gradually floating to the top of Fang Yan's head.

"Admit defeat, see how you resist!" Li Hao's face was pale, and he used all his mana to perform the water sword technique, only to see that the huge water cloud barrier suddenly turned into a Dao Dao water sword, hanging above Fang Yan's head, looking down with fierce eyes. This formation alone is terrifying, and who can resist the large number of water swords.

The attack urged by the secret technique was really extraordinary, and Fang Yan was surprised and immediately saw Li Hao's situation, these water swords were amazing, but they were not substantial, they were all made of the blessing of Yuan Qi, and Fang Yan was not afraid at all. A red jade plaque appeared in Fang Yan's hand, and at this moment it was the time when the Fire Dragon Order made a meritorious service, and a spiritual fire was attached to it in an instant.

"Come on, I'll do it all at once!" Fang Yan suddenly shouted at Li Hao, and then a huge fire dragon flew out of his hand, he didn't consume much mana at all in the previous battle, and at this moment, he called it out in one go, frantically urging this fire dragon order.

Fang Yan unconsciously used the fire spiritual power in the dantian to bless the power of the spiritual fire, and suddenly remembered the golden lotus. There was a slight hesitation in my heart. But at this moment, a huge fire spiritual power poured out from the golden lotus, and was instantly instinctively blessed into the spiritual fire by Fang Yan, and a huge fire dragon flew into the air, slamming into countless flying water swords.

"Puff puff", the dense water sword fell, and was turned into mist by the huge fire dragon in an instant. It soon turned into a foggy cloud of water vapor and scattered in the air. Mars splash in the field. The fog was rising, and there were continuous small crackling sounds everywhere, and the surrounding area of the doutai couldn't help but tremble, and the collision of a large stream of water, fire and aura made the field chaotic.

"Pseudo-magic weapon! You also have pseudo-magic weapon, you are still spiritual, right, dual cultivation of spirit and demon?" Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Hao's mouth kept wide open, and he didn't come back to his senses until this confrontation was completely over. After speaking, he said these words.

"I said a long time ago that no matter how deep your calculations are, there are always places that are missing, how about it, do you still plan to compare?" Fang Yan hurriedly walked forward, and several magic weapons and spiritual weapons went straight towards the man, talking on his lips, but there was no hand left in his hand. As his usual tactics, he didn't give his opponent any chance to turn the tables at all.

"Wait, admit defeat below, admit defeat below!" Li Hao shouted loudly, the appearance of the dialect looked like a long-time veteran of the rivers and lakes, and such a person had no worries at all.

"Seniors. Can you announce the results?" asked Fang Yan, who still hadn't put away a single treasure, but looked at the high platform above him and asked respectfully. The people on the high platform who are responsible for deciding the victory or defeat are all the elders of the Lanyue Sect, and the final result can only be counted if they announce it in person, and the calmness and finesse of the dialect can be seen at the critical moment.

The Jindan monk who was high above looked down with a complicated expression, and then announced loudly: "This battle Qingyuan Sect disciple Fang Yan wins. ”

Immediately, the prohibition on the sidelines was opened, and most of the mist in the sky had already dissipated, and the disciples who were originally waiting for cheers outside the field. I just heard an incredible result. Soon, a monk dressed in an embroidered cyan sun pattern was the first to walk out, and when they looked at the competition platform again, they saw the disciple of the Lanyue Sect sitting on the ground with a dejected expression.

Just like the Qingyuan Sect Jindan monk at the time of the previous opening battle, the appearance of being depleted of mana by someone surprised everyone present. When will the disciples of the Lanyue Sect end up like this, even if they are defeated by other means, they can understand it, but if they are exhausted by others, or in the case of the appearance of the Water Cloud Bottle, who can do this.

Fang Yan Shi Ran walked out of the competition platform, stretched out his hand and flicked the placket of his chest, his face returned to his former indifference, and he didn't pay attention to the surprised eyes around him. Suddenly, he felt a little strange, and when he looked back, he saw a familiar smile in the crowd, and Fang Yan's heart suddenly warmed, and he winked at her.

Instead of staying here to watch the other six groups compete, Fang Yan chose to go straight back to his quarters, open the ban as soon as he entered the room, and then close his eyes and meditate. The performance of this golden lotus was very strange when he was fighting just now, and he actually spit out pure fire spiritual power to help him, what was going on?

Could it be that this golden lotus really has spiritual wisdom, but why does it turn to help itself, aren't these fire spiritual powers guarded like its liferoot, but why is it not the slightest stingy at the most critical moment, but extremely generous, which makes the dialect really difficult to understand. Looking at the golden lotus standing quietly in the dantian spirit lake, the dialect was speechless for a long time, but he couldn't see through anything.

Before I knew it, it was evening, and everyone else in the same building had returned, and soon there was a loud shouting downstairs. Fang Yan didn't want to go out, but these people forcibly called him out of the room, seeing that the group of people was going to celebrate, did they all win?

Just when he was puzzled, one of them said that no matter whether this competition won or failed, as long as everyone tried their best, it was worth celebrating, and Fang Yan thought it was true after hearing it. After a short time, everyone took out the spiritual food and spiritual wine from their bodies, and a sumptuous banquet was prepared, and the eight disciples sat together. (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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