Liao Yun flashed to the ring, his eyes were staring at Shen Tuhong, in his eyes, the cold light passed from time to time, and in his expression, there was killing intent from time to time.

Liao Yun looked at Shen Tuhong opposite, his face was overjoyed, and his heart was even more refreshed, and he couldn't wait to shout loudly, but he glanced at Gongsun Ming, who had a gloomy expression, and took a deep breath, and his expression gradually returned to calm.

At this time, Shen Tuhong did not have the extraordinary gods of the past, at this time, his long hair was messy and scattered, faintly visible under the long hair, red eyes, faintly revealing a little madness, sunken and black eye circles, although he was dressed in yellow foam, but he did not have half of the luxury, and some were just lost in his soul.

"Hahaha! Liao Yun, where is your dog owner? You have been just a dog all your life, hahaha!" Seeing Liao Yun come to power, Shen Tuhong raised his head suddenly, staring at Liao Yun with red eyes, faintly revealing madness, and laughed madly. Looking at Liao Yun's gaze, it was full of murderous intent, and his face became a little hideous, and he roared angrily.

"Kill you, your dog owner should be angry!Hahaha! Okay, I like your dog owner to be angry!"

"You don't deserve to compete with the boss anymore!" Liao Yun's expression was calm, but there was a little disdain in his eyes, he shook his head and said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Shen Tuhong let out an angry roar, Liao Yun's words, as if stimulating Shen Tuhong, let out bursts of crazy laughter, in an instant, he sacrificed his scimitar, rushed forward violently, and his empty right sleeve shook with the wind, under the urging of true qi, the knife light was faintly shining, emitting an amazing momentum, and with a knife down, the purple light was full of purple light, like a round of purple dazzling little sun, blazing and dazzling.

Liao Yun's face did not change, he sighed, and the mysterious artistic conception swayed out like ripples, helpless and sad, sending out bursts of mercury-like ripples in the air out of thin air, and a knife of purple mangs was blocked in the ripples, unable to move forward half a step!

"Who is this kid? He can actually comprehend the artistic conception, although it is only an entry, but it is still good!" Ximen Hong on the stage shook his sleeves, and the whole person stood up with a bang, and a few traces of excitement flashed in his eyes, but then he remembered something, and sat down slowly, his face expressionless.

"Tianchen, I want you dead!"

Shen Tuhong laughed loudly, his eyes were bloodshot, he had already lost his mind, and the figure of Liao Yun in his eyes gradually turned into Ye Chen's figure, and the killing intent of the whole person increased, and he let out a roar that spread all around. A knife Tianhua falling knife technique was blocked, and it continued to slash out one knife after another, turning into a thudding sound, and the explosion continued, but it could never break the void ripples, that is, Liao Yun's artistic conception, and suddenly, above the ring, the purple light exploded, endlessly.

Liao Yun did not move, did not leak joy and sorrow, in the face of this Shen Tuhong's violent offensive, he did not move the slightest, like a flat boat in the wind and tsunami, let him wind and rain, but he did not move like a mountain.

"I'm going to kill you, Tianchen, kill you!!" Shen Tuhong's angry roar came out one after another, resounding through the sky and falling into the ears of all the disciples, and everyone couldn't help but sneer. But Shen Tuhong didn't care at all, his expression was crazy, one knife after another, slashing out endlessly, each knife drove the power of the true qi and blood of the whole body, Liao Yun showed pity, and couldn't help sighing, let him fight like this, I'm afraid that his cultivation will be abolished!

Liao Yun's face did not change, his hands pinched, and in an instant, he sacrificed a long sword, which was the same as Ye Chen's three-foot Qingfeng. The light flashed in his eyes, his mind moved, and the long sword brought up a cold light in the air, driving the mysterious artistic conception of the whole body, and a sword stabbed towards Shen Tuhong, and then a muffled sound came, Shen Tuhong's Tianhua Falling Knife Technique was interrupted again, his face was pale, his madness was unabated, he roared angrily, his true qi flowed backwards, and when he was about to slash out again, a mouthful of blood spurted out. In an instant, his body flew upside down!

Gongsun Ming on the stage rushed forward, his eyes were full of anger, and he tore open the light curtain with one hand, and rescued Shen Tuhong, who was unconscious and had bruises flowing from the corners of his mouth, and stared deeply at Ye Chen in the audience before leaving! He felt that this Liao Yun must have been secretly instructed by Ye Chen, otherwise how could Liao Yun be able to beat Shen Tuhong?

Ye Chen's face did not change, and he didn't even look at Gongsun Ming, which caused Gongsun Ming to be angry, snorted coldly, and pinched his hands, which directly attracted colorful auspicious clouds and turned into streamers and fled. Ye Chen still looked indifferent at the moment. Hit it, hit it, this Gongsun Ming is just a small half-step knot, what is there to be afraid of?

Liao Yun jumped off the stage easily, in front of all the disciples, his face did not change, his gods were extraordinary, and he slowly walked to Ye Chen's side, and then the expression on his face changed greatly, touching his chin, revealing a very obscene look, Lang Lang smiled:

"Boss, how's it going? I'm amazing, right?"

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen was speechless for a moment, but he still nodded and said, "It's okay, but the artistic conception has just been introduced, and the use is not skilled enough." ”

"What is there to say, sir, I'll knock you to death with a stick!" Zhong Kui said impatiently on the side.

"What?

"I said, what's wrong? Master, I'll beat you to death with a stick!"

In the words of Zhong Kui and Liao Yun, the battles passed quickly.

The host on the stage suddenly shouted:

"Meng Haoran is in the same vein as Zhong Kui, yes, Elder Wang is in the same vein as Wang Wei!"

Hearing this, Zhong Kui's face changed, he laughed out loud, and gave Liao Yun a middle finger, with a deep disdain in his eyes, and said with disdain:

"Xiao Yunzi, look at how the master fights!"

After speaking, Zhong Kui's small tower-like body jumped to the top of the ring, making a loud bang that spread all around. At that moment, it seemed that the whole ring trembled, and the Wang Wei in front of him was just a little man with a height of only one meter and six, seeing this scene, his eyes were panicked, his body was in his pocket, his expression was panicked, his forehead was even more beads of sweat like beans, and his calves shook, under this shock, the corners of Wang Wei's mouth trembled, his feet slipped, and he sat on the ground with a bang, and everyone's eyes suddenly shifted to Wang Wei, and suddenly Wang Wei's face became extremely red!

"How the hell is this fighting, the shock will shake me over!" Wang Wei's face was full of horror.

"Zhong Kui, don't fight, jump a few more times and he'll go down!" Liao Yun shouted loudly in the audience, holding his stomach, laughing non-stop, and Ye Chen on the side couldn't help but smile, showing a little smile.

Hearing this, Zhong Kui felt helpless, and at the same time, his eyes were round like copper bells, as if he was angry, staring at the little man in front of him, Zhong Kui, who was already fierce-looking, was even more terrifying at this time! Seeing this scene, Zhong Kui couldn't help but roar angrily.

"That little man, stand up and fight with the master!"

Zhong Kui's face was full of fierceness, and in an instant, the five-foot black iron rod was sacrificed, waving in the air with golden light, making bursts of muffled sounds, and slamming to the ground, and the loud sound was like thunder, spreading all around. It can be described as a divine soldier, standing between heaven and earth, as if supporting the heavens and the earth!

Seeing this, Wang Wei's eyes showed despair, and his calves were still trembling, he slowly got up, his expression was submissive, and he slowly spoke, but his voice was as low as a mosquito: "Big brother, can we stop playing like this!"

Zhong Kui's thick eyebrows were raised, and he immediately shouted: "What nonsense, hurry up and beat it! Otherwise, the young master will beat you to death with a stick!"

Wang Wei's eyes were frightened and desperate, he prayed secretly in his heart, his hands trembled a little, but he still sacrificed a scimitar, his body swayed, and he walked forward slowly, as if every step he took was exhausted. Then he suddenly closed his eyes, shouted, and rushed towards Zhong Kui as if he was dying, holding a knife in both hands and constantly slashing in the air!

Zhong Kui was dumbfounded, what kind of trouble is this!

"Fuck you little man!" Zhong Kui lowered his head and spat, scolding in a low voice, while waving the dark iron rod with both hands, shining with golden light, quite extraordinary. With a low roar in his mouth, he made a posture of playing golf with only the power of qi and blood, held the black iron rod high with both hands, and then swept away with a stick, turning into countless sonic booms, banging, a stick slammed Wang Wei to the light curtain, Wang Wei's neck was crooked, and he fell into a coma!

Seeing this, the host on the stage looked a little stunned, paused, and his eyes revealed a little unbearable, but;

"Meng Haoran has a pulse of Zhong Kui, and to Elder Wang, a line of Wang Wei, Zhong Kui wins!"

Hearing this, Zhong Kui couldn't help but walk out of the ring with a depressed face, secretly thinking that Liao Yun would definitely laugh at himself, and couldn't help but scolded in a low voice: "What the hell is this, I've lost a dead person to the master!"

"Hahaha, Zhong Kui, yes, yes, it's really amazing! The soldiers are already half of the victory without blood!" Seeing Zhong Kui walking off the stage with a depressed face, Liao Yun couldn't help but secretly call himself cool, pretending to be sympathetic, patting Zhong Kui's shoulder on the side, pretending to comfort him.

Zhong Kui's face was full of black lines, and he stepped aside, secretly wiping away tears.

At this time, the presiding elder recited again:

"Elder Liu has a vein of Xu Hua, and to Elder Li has a vein of Li Ming!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a strange light, and his heart suddenly became interested, since he came to Tianhua Sect, he had never been able to see through Xu Hua's woman, and secretly thought in his heart, take this opportunity to explore the depth of Xu Hua!

A figure as soft as a willow floated into the ring with light steps, hazy and ethereal, and it was impossible to see clearly. The green silk was combed into a bun by the Lingyu Phoenix Hairpin, a green skirt, the same as the first time Ye Chen saw it, a white silk was hung on his face to cover it, but it still couldn't cover the peerless face, but invisibly, it added a hazy and mysterious beauty, and every move could pull the mind of the male cultivator!

The male cultivators in the audience were shocked, but they didn't dare to make a sound, hoping to leave their best side in front of the fairy.

What is a fairy descending to earth, this is a fairy descending to earth!

That Li Ming was on tiptoe and flew to the ring, but the moment he saw Xu Hua, he completely fell and lost all his ability to act, this is a perfect peerless face!

People in the world often say that everything can not be perfect, but on the face of Xu Hua, the four words perfect interpretation are perfect!

Interpreted, impossible, these three words!