The white-robed monk easily defeated his opponent and won the admiration of countless monks in the audience, and the applause came and went.

What a good opponent, Ye Shaoling thought in his heart.

This white-robed monk is only the seventh layer of qi refining, but the Wensheng Gongzi is the ninth layer of qi refining, the realm is two layers apart, and its strength must be worlds apart, but the reality is that the white-robed monk has steadily suppressed Wensheng Gongzi, and it is easy to defeat it.

In this world, it doesn't mean that how high your realm is how strong your talent is, the so-called genius looks at a person's potential, the genius disciples of the great sects can cross the gap in the realm and kill the enemy, and the unimaginable leapfrogging of the enemy by ordinary monks is just commonplace for them.

Ye Shaoling didn't plan to go into the ring now, he had to wait for an opponent who could really put pressure on him, although this white-robed monk was good, but for him, it was still a little worse.

For a moment, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Boy, you're quite arrogant, I'll compare with you. A purple-clothed young man jumped into the ring and said to the white-robed monk, seeing the arrogant face of the purple-clothed young man clearly, and the crowd below suddenly resounded with a burst of whispering.

"This person is not the second young master of the Zi family, Zi Qian. ”

"That's right, it's that arrogant and domineering guy, hmph, he has built a foundation and is still fighting with the monks in the Qi refining period, and he clearly wants to bully people. ”

"Shhh, be quiet, that's from the Zi family, do you still want to pass it?"

"Although the second young man of the Zi family is arrogant, he won't trouble me because of this little thing. ”

"In these days, more things are better than less. ”

"Hmph, coward"

"Hey, you say, can that guy in the white robe win? ”

"Nonsense, how can you win from the seventh layer of Qi cultivation to the third layer of the foundation. ”

............

Looking at Zi Qian who came to the stage, a wry smile appeared on the corner of the white-robed monk's mouth, but he still clenched his fists, preparing for a battle that was bound to be defeated.

As a monk, you can lose, but you can't lose faith, and the white-robed monk's heart is calm.

Zi Qian looked at the calm opponent, his face showed displeasure, he is a person, he has the best face, a small Qi refining seventh layer, he still wants to do it with himself, it seems that he wants to give him some color.

"Boy, I don't bully you for your low realm, let you make three moves, and others in the province say that I am a bully. Zi Qian said lightly, that is not a tall figure, but it really has some strong demeanor. Offstage, some people who wanted to befriend Ziqian applauded one after another, which made Ziqian very useful.

"You're welcome to be down there. The white-robed monk's eyes flashed and he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-robed monk stretched out his right hand, his fingers swung flexibly, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out wildly, condensing into a strange pattern in the air, and his left hand was not idle, and as soon as his hand turned over, a pale black projectile appeared out of thin air, carefully avoiding Zi Qian's sight, and throwing it into the pattern of his right hand.

"Wind Ballooning"

The white-robed monk snorted softly, and the lines in the air directly condensed into a wind ball, slowly floating towards Ziqian.

Zi Qian glanced at the wind ball dangling in the air, let out a sneer, did not dodge, let the wind ball hit his body, as he expected, the wind signal did not produce a trace of effect.

There was another cheer in his ears, and Zi Qian felt more and more fluttering.

Ye Shaoling looked at this scene suspiciously, his brows furrowed slightly, he was very puzzled, like this kind of mistake that only beginners would make in the failure of spell condensation, it should not appear on such a master.

No matter how confused Ye Shaoling was, it was impossible for the white-robed monk to step down to reveal the mystery to him, and the current white-robed monk was condensing the second wind signal.

As if realizing his mistake, the white-robed monk's face was a little annoyed, and he angrily threw out the barely condensed wind ball, and without looking at the result, it was another wind ball, barely condensed and formed, and threw it towards Ziqian.

Looking at the opponent's clumsy technique, Zi Qian laughed, slapped the two wind balls away, and said to the white-robed monk, "Boy, the wind balls are one of the most difficult spells to cultivate during the Qi refining period, don't use them if you can't use them, you know." ”

"Now, it's time for me to make a move. Zi Qian said with a smile, but just as he was about to use his spiritual power, his body suddenly shook, and the severe pain came, and he was almost crazy in pain, but in order to maintain his demeanor, Zi Qian still forced himself to look calm.

"Forget it, for the sake of my good mood today, I'll let you make a few more moves, I'll stand still and let you fight. Zi Qian was angry in her heart, but she still spoke in a calm tone, but because of the intense pain, her voice inevitably trembled a little.

"Then thank you Purple senior. The white-robed monk suppressed the smile in his heart and said.

Another wind signal condensation, different from the previous times, this time the wind signal condensation time was longer than any previous one, the huge wind signal was almost the size of a human head, and when the condensation was successful, everyone gasped.

Zi Qian's heart was dripping blood, what is this called, I don't know what poison he was in, his body couldn't move, looking at the huge wind ball flying towards him, a drop of cold sweat couldn't help but flow down his forehead.

A loud "boom" sounded, the wind ball collided directly with Zi Qian, there was silence on and off the stage, and the monks all stared at Zi Qian, who was stunned and did not dodge, and they were all a little confused in their hearts.

It is said that the second young master of the Zi family is arrogant, but this is too crazy, isn't it stupid.

The dust fell, and the embarrassed figure of the second young man of Zi Er appeared, as well as the gloomy face that seemed to be dripping water.

I don't know when, the poison in the body has been resolved, Zi Er Shao looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, took out his Ziyang sword, and pointed it directly at the white-robed monk.

"I'm going to slaughter you!"

As soon as the Ziyang Sword was about to touch the white-robed monk's body, a faint voice spread throughout the audience.

"I throw in the towel"

Zi Qian only felt a mouthful of blood gushing up, and her fair face turned red.

Thinking of the current situation, Zi Qian swallowed the blood that poured up his throat and showed an ugly smile at the white-robed monk.

"Well, yes, it's a very powerful spell, it's not simple. ”

The white-robed monk looked at Zi Qian, who was already on the verge of breaking out, and finally couldn't bear to stimulate him anymore, jumped up, and left the ring.

Offstage, looking at the embarrassed Ziqian, there were still some sycophants who applauded loudly, ushering in the disdainful eyes of the companions around them.

Listening to the compliments in his ears, Rao Yizi Ershao's face was also a little ashamed.

"Who else," he steadied himself and shouted to the audience.

"Second Brother Zi, let me compare with you. A clear voice sounded, and in front of the eyes of countless people, the young man flew into the ring and came to Ziqian.

"It's you, Shaoling"