Looking at the woman standing in front of him, Qin Chuan's heart was very helpless. Mo Ziyun, Qin Chuan's opponent in one round.

Mo Ziyun is very beautiful, and she is a famous beauty in the Immortal Dao Sect. Her cultivation talent is very high, her cultivation has reached the peak of qi refining, and her strength is also very strong. Among the Qi Refining Stage cultivators, if she fought alone, there were very few people who were her opponents. In addition, she is also the descendant disciple of the peak master of Caixia Peak, and her identity is very noble.

Mo Ziyun can be described as the lady of the sky, and she has naturally become the goddess in the hearts of the young male disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect, and she is also the best double cultivator in the hearts of many male disciples. But this woman's vision is extremely high, and ordinary male monks can't look at it at all. I heard that there are still many condensation stage monks in the sect who have good strength and talent to propose to her, but he refused.

Qin Chuan was very helpless at this time, when he was in the last round of the game, he put a little sister-in-law named Gu Yue Liang and ran out of the ring in fright. After the little sister-in-law ran out of the ring, she fell into her arms and cried, and when the woman looked at Qin Chuan, she was full of hostility towards him. Now that she has caught the opportunity, she is naturally unwilling to let Qin Chuan go.

Mo Ziyun's jade arm shook, and the two purple bracelets slid out of their wrists, and then spun in the air. A dazzling purple light appeared, and it flew towards Qin Chuan viciously.

The other party didn't even say a kind word, and started to move. Qin Chuan will not take the initiative to talk about it if he is bored. In the face of this woman's ferocious attack. Qin Chuan didn't dare to be careless, he hurriedly took out a white handkerchief from the storage bag and threw it into the air, it was his magic weapon phantom spirit yarn. The phantom yarn turned into a white wall, blocking him in front of him.

As soon as Qin Chuan did this scene, a purple bracelet flew in front of him. At this time, the purple bracelet has turned into a few feet in size. The bracelet slammed into the phantom veil with a dull sound. The white wall transformed by the phantom veil was smashed into it all at once.

Then another bracelet smashed on it, and in the blink of an eye, there were already seven or eight pits on the white wall.

"Okay, good, Ink Fairy is good, beat this guy hard. The male friars in the audience were already cheering for Mo Ziyun.

"Senior Sister Mo, come on, blow up this obscene guy and vent your anger for me. At this time, Gu Yue, who was in the audience, waved her little fist and said excitedly.

"Come on, Goddess Mo, we support you and teach this guy a hard lesson. Mo Ziyun had just gained a little advantage, and the cheers and cheers from the audience had already resounded.

At this time, Xiao Mo and Han Hongling just smiled bitterly, did not speak, and then looked at the game in the field. And the monks in the stands also watched this scene with interest, but Han Lingsu's expression was not very good-looking, and they didn't say anything.

Qin Chuan glanced at the monks in the audience, whether it was a man or a woman, they all seemed to want to beat him hard. There were no cheering and shouting, only a few people, but they looked at Qin Chuan's gaze, there was some banter, and some playfulness and schadenfreude.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan took a deep breath in his heart, and he was a little angry. Qin Chuan's fingers flew, and in an instant, several handprints hit the white wall. The white light on the phantom yarn flashed, and the place that had been concave instantly bulged. Qin Chuan looked at this woman and sneered in his heart. Although this woman's bracelet is powerful, her phantom yarn is not a vegetarian.

Looking at the re-transformed white wall, Mo Ziyun's brows furrowed slightly, and as soon as her jade hand was raised, the two bracelets in the air turned into a purple light and returned to her.

"Phantom Yarn, it's really amazing, it seems that I underestimate you. Mo Ziyun looked at Qin Chuan and said softly.

"It's over, you're not bad. Qin Chuan also replied to the other party.

At this time, Mo Ziyun's brows were tightly locked, the magic weapon of the phantom spirit yarn, she had also heard of it, was a rare magic weapon. Among the top magic weapons, it is also very famous. At this time, with such a magic weapon, it was difficult for him to break through Qin Chuan's defenses.

Just as she was thinking, Qin Chuan actually took out a red gourd from his arms, and then threw it straight into the air. Then Qin Chuan's fingers flicked, and a mana hit the gourd, and the gourd mouth suddenly opened. A large amount of red mist erupted from the gourd, and with the red mist, it flew towards the ink purple cloud, which had the posture of swallowing the ink purple cloud.

At this time, there was a sigh from the audience, and many monks began to curse, almost all of them scolded Qin Chuan for being shameless and despicable, and using such a lewd magic weapon to deal with beautiful women.

A moment later, the red mist enveloped the black purple clouds. Seeing that he trapped Mo Ziyun so easily, Qin Chuan was not happy, but frowned. Qin Chuan didn't believe that he could take down Mo Ziyun by relying on an inferior magic weapon.

The fact was really the same as Qin Chuan thought, the red mist that enveloped the ink purple cloud at this moment actually faded little by little. Seeing such a scene, Qin Chuan's brows furrowed even deeper, and the law in his hand changed again, turning into a white light and hitting the gourd. The red gourd spewed out a large cloud of mist again, but this time the red mist disappeared strangely shortly after it erupted.

After a while, the red mist became lighter, and Qin Chuan saw a white jade bottle, floating in front of Mo Ziyun, and those red mist were all sucked in by the white jade bottle.

"Not good. Qin Chuan let out a low snort. Seeing such a scene, Qin Chuan knew that his magic weapon no longer had the slightest effect. At this time, he had lost control of those red mist, Qin Chuan sighed lightly, and wanted to withdraw his red gourd magic weapon.

"Hmph, at this time, I still want to take back this magic weapon, do you really think I don't exist?" Mo Ziyun snorted coldly, looked at Qin Chuan with great disdain and said.

When Qin Chuan heard this, he was shocked, he didn't even think about it, the law in his hand sped up a little, and the red gourd slowly flew towards his side. But behind the red gourd, there were two purple rays of light, outflanking the red gourd. Looking at such a scene, a bad premonition rose in Qin Chuan's heart.

The red gourd was just a low-level magic weapon, and it was not a magic weapon that specialized in flying, and in an instant, it was caught up by the purple bracelet. One of the purple bracelets suddenly grew larger, and then it was put around the neck of the gourd.

The moment the purple bracelet was put on the gourd, the gourd stopped in mid-air. Qin Chuan looked at the purple bracelet with a surprised expression, just now he had lost contact with his magic weapon. Qin Chuan's heart was shocked again, he didn't expect that the other party's bracelet actually had a confinement effect, and forcibly imprisoned his magic weapon.

Looking at Qin Chuan, whose face was gloomy, Mo Ziyun's face showed a look of sarcasm, the white jade bottle in her hand just now was specially borrowed by her, specifically to deal with Qin Chuan's red mist. Looking at the red gourd imprisoned by his purple light bracelet, the cold light in Mo Ziyun's eyes flashed. What she usually hates most is these lewd magic weapons.

"Senior Sister Mo, it's good to be big, hurry up and destroy this harmful magic weapon, so that this guy can't hurt people anymore. Someone in the crowd was already shouting.

"Yes, ruined this artifact. The monks in the audience were actually angry, and at this time, they all asked Mo Ziyun to destroy Qin Chuan's magic weapon, and Qin Chuan's mind changed when he heard this.

Mo Ziyun took a deep breath, her slender fingers, constantly sliding, dazzling. But at this time, the two purple bracelets were all set on the gourd, and the purple bracelets suddenly burst into purple light, and then they quickly became smaller.

There was a loud bang, and the red gourd burst in the air. Fragments of the gourd, splashed above the ring.

Seeing this scene, Qin Chuan's face was cold, and there was a trace of inexplicable anger in his heart. At this time, a black flying knife was actually inserted into Qin Chuan's finger, and the blood in Qin Chuan's body slowly flowed towards the black flying knife. Qin Chuan's face didn't change in the slightest, as if it wasn't his own blood.

"Go. With one hand and one finger, the knife turned into a black and red light, shooting towards the ink purple cloud. At this time, if you look closely, you will find that on top of the knife, there is an astonishing bloody aura.

The appearance of the black knife surprised Mo Ziyun, and she immediately let her purple bracelet meet it. Two purple bracelets, and a black knife that was extremely weird, were mixed in the air, and there was a faint posture of equal strength.

At this time, Mo Ziyun's heart was depressed for a while, others may not be able to see it, but she knows her own affairs, she is already at a disadvantage, if she continues to fight like this, she is likely to lose.

Ever since the black knife fought with her purple light bracelet, there was a trace of bloody aura, which strangely fell on her magic weapon, making the mana in his purple light bracelet flow very slowly. And the power of the purple bracelet has also become much weaker.

The monks in the audience had already shut up at this time, they were so surprised. Just now, they were still cheering for the Purple Cloud Fairy, and they had the upper hand in the battle, and they were about to win, but Qin Chuan actually took out a strange magic weapon and moved back to the situation.

The situation in the field took a sharp turn, and the black knife was really weird. Mo Ziyun's heart was very depressed, she had tried many times, wanting to imprison Qin Chuan's black knife. But they all failed, just in terms of aura fluctuations, Qin Chuan's black knife was just a spiritual weapon. But the strange blood light on the knife gave her a headache. Every time she imprisoned the knife, a red light appeared, and after the red light, the black knife would break free from her confinement.

And the knife that broke free from the confinement will launch a sneak attack on her. There were a few times when she was almost injured, if it weren't for a good defensive magic weapon, it is estimated that she would have been successfully attacked by Qin Chuan (to be continued)