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In the ring.

In the rolling flames, Yin Xianggong's screams gradually faded. After dozens of breaths, the flames in the place where Yin Xianggong was located slowly extinguished, and he himself turned into black ashes. This eunuch, who was famous among the innate disciples of the Xuanming Sect, was miserably burned alive in this way.

The wooden ring floor emitted a faint blue glow, and it was not damaged in the slightest.

Li Mu turned his head to look at the colorful frog, only to see that it was still lying quietly on the stage, without any movement, looking extremely sluggish.

Yin Xianggong's death didn't seem to make this colorful frog that belonged to him react at all.

Offstage, the Huafan disciples didn't look at the dead Yin Xianggong, and announced lightly: "This competition, Li Musheng!"

As Yin Xianggong's body was burned to ashes, even the procedure of collecting the corpse was omitted, but how to deal with the colorful poisonous frog was a big problem.

This mortal disciple is only in the early stage, even if he is directly wrapped in the flames of the Xuanhuo Fu, he will not be lucky. And this colorful frog can be unscathed under it, I'm afraid it's not a Yuan Demon, there is also some kind of heterogeneous monster, and I don't know how this Yin Xianggong got it.

The disciple himself did not dare to touch the colorful frog, so he went to ask the blue-robed man in the attic.

The man in the green robe rushed to the ring here, and when he saw the colorful frog, he couldn't recognize what it was. However, he thought about it, Su Xi, the Hundred Poison Elder of the Alchemy Department of this sect, if he handed over this poisonous frog to him, he might be able to reap some benefits. Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said to Li Mu: "This senior nephew, since you killed the enemy, then his things belong to your spoils." But this colorful frog is exactly what I need, can you transfer it to me?"

Li Mu naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to refuse such a sect elder whose realm strength was too much higher than him, and this colorful frog was so resistant to burning that he didn't even know how to drive it, let alone take it away and become a help. Therefore, after hearing the words of the blue-robed man, he replied respectfully: "If Uncle Shi likes it, just take it." ”

A slight smile appeared on the face of the blue-robed man: "I'm my uncle, and it's not good to take your things for nothing, this little spirit stone can be regarded as what I used to buy this thing, and my nephew shouldn't be too little." ”

Li Mu took a cloth bag he threw over, hung it on his belt casually, didn't even look at the number of spirit stones in it, and then said, "Thank you Uncle for the reward." His tone was flat and his expression was natural, so that people couldn't feel his emotions at all.

The blue-robed man had a look of approval on his face and didn't care about him anymore. Immediately, I saw that a black pottery urn suddenly appeared in this person's hand, and as soon as he threw it, he covered the colorful frog inside. With a casual gesture, he beckoned the black urn back into his hand, and then he walked back to the attic terrace with a slight movement.

Li Mu then walked out of the ring without saying a word and walked towards another ring.

The people around him held their breath, not knowing whether they were afraid of him or the man in the green robe.

After the figures of the two walked away, these audiences spoke one after another and began to discuss.

Li Mu faintly heard the words "evil star", "happy heart", "damn" and other words in the mouth of the audience behind him, he didn't stop, walked to a ring that was still competing, and looked up.

He was dressed in white, and among the gray-robed disciples, he was extremely conspicuous, and someone saw him coming and wanted to make way for him, but he just smiled politely at those people, and stood where he was, looking at the stage from afar without saying a word.

One of the two people who were competing in the ring was the widow Liu Xianyuan. And his opponent is a strange middle-aged face. Liu Xianyuan was still holding the raised sword in his hand, but his opponent was holding a jet-black stick in his hand, and he was fighting very fiercely with Liu Xianyuan. Both of them were sweating profusely, but there were no scars on their bodies, and it seemed that their strength was on the line, and after such a long time of fighting, no one could help anyone.

Liu Xianyuan's long hair was scattered, his eyes were red, he looked like a madman, and he was shouting something in his mouth, slashing at the middle-aged man with a sword. The middle-aged man did not show weakness, dancing like the wind, and while defending, he was also counterattacking Liu Xianyuan's attack.

After a fierce fight between the two, they each jumped some distance away, and each stood in place, gasping for breath.

A moment later, a golden light flashed on Liu Xianyuan's big sword, and he jumped down, crossed a distance of several zhang, and slashed towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had already taken precautions, and the stick in his hand glowed yellow, separating Liu Xianyuan's blow. The seemingly endless battle between the two began, and for a while, no one could have the upper hand.

Li Mu's eyes were sharp, and the two of them moved around, and he saw the expressionless face of the middle-aged man, and gradually showed a very faint smile. And Liu Xianyuan just yelled, his face turned red, and he seemed to have lost his mind.

The stick in the middle-aged man's hand was not just made of any material, and it didn't hurt to collide with Liu Xianyuan's iron sword for so long. When the two intersect, the sound is also very peculiar, neither like the crispness of an iron rod, nor the muffled sound of a wooden stick.

Both of them have very strong true qi, and if others continue to fight for such a long time, it is estimated that their true qi will be exhausted long ago. But looking at their posture, it seems that the true qi in their bodies is endless, and they are still squandering it to their heart's content.

The middle-aged man opened Liu Xianyuan's iron sword with a stick, jumped a few feet away, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Liu, can you have a good fight?"

The red in Liu Xianyuan's eyes faded and he regained his composure, and he said in a cold tone: "Senior Brother Sheng, it's useless to talk more, you and I should hurry up and split the winner." ”

Senior Brother Na Sheng said again: "It's not interesting to fight like this, if you and I don't agree, we will both use the spells we have learned, how about separating the winners and losers in one fell swoop?"

Liu Xianyuan stretched out his hand to brush away a strand of messy hair in front of his forehead and nodded.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, threw away the stick in his hand, and suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, the gestures in his hands were changeable, and there were words in his mouth, apparently starting to cast a spell.

Liu Xianyuan parted his feet, raised his heavy sword, and read something in his mouth as quickly as he could. A blue flame began to burn on the heavy sword in his hand, and this flame was extremely faint at first, but slowly, it spread to the entire body of the heavy sword, which was very beautiful.

Liu Xianyuan's eyes also seemed to flicker with a faint blue light, making him look a little evil.

After dozens of breaths, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, and around him, a spell barrier glowing with red light quickly formed. At the same time, his hands were clenched into balls, and a fireball the size of an egg slowly condensed into it, which slowly grew larger and finally became the size of a watermelon.

At the same time, the blue light flame on Liu Xianyuan's sword also burned to the extreme, and he roared loudly and rushed towards the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The middle-aged man threw out the fireball in his hand and hit Liu Xianyuan, who was galloping. Liu Xianyuan didn't dodge or dodge, a sword slashed, slashing heavily on the fireball, the fireball lasted for a few breaths, and then turned invisible, and at the same time, the blue light flame on Liu Xianyuan's sword also went out a lot, and it looked a little dim.

Liu Xianyuan was hindered by this, and only paused slightly, and then rushed towards the middle-aged man again.

Just a few feet away, it passes in an instant.

The middle-aged man seemed to be extremely confident in his shield, and he was still slashed by Liu Xianyuan with a sword, and he didn't blink his eyes, looking very calm.

Swords and shields intersected, making a loud noise. The blue flame on Liu Xianyuan's sword flickered, and they all dissolved, and the red shield that the middle-aged man was blessed with was also shattered under this blow, revealing himself without any barrier in it.

Liu Xianyuan's sword momentum did not stop, and it seemed that a sword was about to split the middle-aged man in half.

At this moment, an unbearable look flashed in his eyes, and then his left hand hit his right hand very quickly, so that the direction of the sword slash changed slightly.

The middle-aged man's face showed an incredible look at the moment when the shield was broken, and then Liu Xianyuan's heavy sword fell, and he didn't have time to react at all, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

Liu Xianyuan's heavy sword was missed by himself, but he still cut off one of the arms of the middle-aged man, this person is also really amazing, he was hit by this heavy blow, he didn't fall into a coma on the spot, and he didn't let out any screams. With a pale face, he quickly sealed the acupoint of the broken arm with his other hand, stopped the blood flow, and then said with difficulty: "Thank you for the grace of my junior brother not to kill, I didn't expect that my junior brother's heavy sword technique and cold cloud flame would have such power, it was my senior brother's carelessness, and I was willing to bow down!"

Liu Xianyuan disrupted his own moves, and was obviously injured by the force of the anti-shock, and when he heard this, he said, "Senior brother, is this admitting defeat?"

The man surnamed Sheng nodded: "I can't fight anymore, so I'll admit defeat." ”

Liu Xianyuan turned his head to the audience, and after hearing the words of the middle-aged man, the Huafan disciple announced: "In this competition, Liu Xianyuan wins!"

The man surnamed Sheng picked up the iron rod on the ground, slowly walked off the ring, and gradually walked away.

Liu Xianyuan used his true qi to clear the blood stains on his sword, and then he arched his hand towards the disciple of Huafan, and also jumped out of the ring and walked out of the crowd.

Some people in the audience sighed in disappointment, as if they felt sorry for Liu Xianyuan's subordinates in this battle.

Li Mu shook his head and walked to the first ring.

All the competitions have ended, and the top five positions have been decided, and after Li Mu arrived, he found that Xue Chucai was also standing here, surrounded by several female disciples in plain clothes. These female disciples surrounded him in the middle, and they were shouting at him with great concern, Xue Chucai's face did not have a trace of impatience, and he talked to these female disciples in a gentle voice, but Li Mu could clearly see the ruthless color that flashed in his eyes from time to time.

Not long after, the disciples who won this battle arrived one after another, except for Liu Xianyuan, the other two were middle-aged men around forty years old.

At this time, the sun is in the middle of the sky, and the scorching light is shining on the people in this scene.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]