What happened next became even more bizarre, and the monks who had originally threatened to challenge Yan Wushuang seemed to be gone. It's not that they forgot their goal, it's just that Li Tian, who was about to be burned into a black steak, is not an opponent, isn't it boring to go by himself?

Yan Wushuang saw that no one came to find his stubble, but he was also happy, taking out a low-level spirit stone to restore his spiritual power while thinking about his fireball technique.

"How can my fireball be fired at once? and in bursts?"

Not only that, but even the head Zhong Wanhong and the elders discussed for a long time, but there was no result. In today's immortal cultivation world, for tens of thousands of years or even hundreds of thousands of years, I have never heard that a cultivator in the Qi refining period can still use spells to strike instantly.

In fact, everything is due to the "Mixed Yuan Jue", and when Yan Wushuang practiced this exercise, he also cultivated the Mixed Yuan Fire in it. This spell can not only absorb and devour the flames of various attributes and turn them into your own, but also enhance other fire-based spells under the passive conditions of "Mixed Element Formula", and most importantly, it can cast the same spell conditions as Mixed Element Fire when casting the spell.

In the final analysis, the Mixed Yuan Fire is a kind of supernatural power, and under the premise of the "Mixed Yuan Jue" exercise, the cultivators in the Qi cultivation period completely ignore some of the obstacles and confinements brought about by cultivation. It's just that none of the people present can understand the reason for the great changes in antiquity.

This is enough to show that "Mixed Yuan Jue" has its own unique strength.

Thinking about it, Yan Wushuang also began to suspect that it was related to "Mixed Yuan Jue", and couldn't help but smile: It seems that the old man didn't lie to me, this exercise is indeed good!

Fan Jian, who originally planned to trick Yan Wushuang, was not much better at the moment. I worked hard to push Yan Wushuang out, but I didn't expect this kid to win a game easily. This is not counted, the key is that after this game, no one will challenge Yan Wushuang.

Especially when he saw Yan Wushuang's smiling smug appearance, a cloud of anger inexplicably ignited in his chest: A person who picks up rags, and dares to be invincible in front of me! Fan Jian, who has been a genius since he was a child, has always been a fan Jian who bullied others, and he hated Yan Wushuang at this moment.

"Senior Brother Fan, what are you going to do?" Ma Yun stood up well, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with Fan Jian's emotions, and before he could react, he saw Fan Jian rushing out angrily.

"Get out of here! I'm going to teach that Wulinggen waste a lesson!" Fan Jian saw Ma Yun pulling him, and he became more and more angry!

Well?

Yan Wushuang, who was bored in every way, happened to see this scene, and his heart suddenly blossomed: Fan Jian couldn't help it, this person is so cheap, I'll tease him! In the battle just now, Yan Wushuang added a little confidence, and when he saw that Fan Jian, who had always bullied and suppressed him before, was angry, he suddenly felt a sense of spring.

"Hee-hee, hehe!"

Yan Wushuang didn't care whether Fan Jian was in the ring or not, he smirked vigorously, and made grimaces from time to time, or simply cocked his big hips and twisted his tongue out at Fan Jian. This provocation and scoundrel made even Zhong Wanhong, the head in front of the ring, puzzled and embarrassed.

"Bastard, junior sister, look, this kid is obviously provoking me! You let go, if I don't abolish him today, I won't call him Fan Jian!" Fan Jian was angry, his eyes were blood-red, and he was already angry!

"Senior brother, I think this kid is different from the past, there must be something weird, let's wait!" Ma Yun felt that Fan Jian was already furious, and he would soon be unable to pull this bull that had been completely angered by Yan Wushuang, so he had to persuade him.

This scene seemed to be in the eyes of an old man in a purple robe, this person was none other than Fan Yunhai, the ancestor of Fan Jian and one of the elders of Taixumen. This son repeatedly provoked Jian'er, but he was afraid that there would be some powerful means, Fan Yunhai frowned.

Previously, a fireball technique hit Li Tian hard, and Fan Yunhai felt incredible. He also knew that Fan Jian and Yan Wushuang had inexplicable festivals, but as sect elders in the Dan period, it was not easy for them to come forward to embarrass a disciple in the Qi cultivation period.

But after all, Fan Jian is the younger generation of his own family, and he can't watch Fan Jian be fooled.

"Senior Brother Zhong, I see that disciple's behavior is not good, and it seems that he has been disqualified from the competition?" Fan Yunhai looked righteous and awe-inspiring, ostensibly because Yan Wushuang acted as a scoundrel and hurt the face of Taixumen, so he wanted to say that Zhong Wanhong would oust Yan Wushuang from power.

"Oh! What Senior Brother said has some truth, but I see that this son has some strength and means, let's take a look! As long as he doesn't do anything that harms the sect, let him go!" Zhong Wanhong, as the head of the sect, has so many things every day, so naturally he doesn't know about Fan Jian and Yan Wushuang's festival, and Fang Cai has been thinking about Yan Wushuang's spell instantaneous attack, so he doesn't feel that Yan Wushuang is inappropriate. Besides, Yan Wushuang is a junior, and he is not very old, so he may be more childish, so Zhong Wanhong still finds it interesting.

was pushed back by Zhong Wanhong's words, Fan Yunhai couldn't say anything, so he had to keep Yan Wushuang in his heart: If Jian'er is in addition to the situation this time, the old man will definitely want you to be buried with you!

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Fan Jian, who was pulled by Ma Yun, gasped for breath and vowed to swallow Yan Wushuang alive!

Hey?

Yan Wushuang saw that Fan Jian was just sulking, but he didn't mean to go to the ring, so he simply took off his essence, naked, and learned to dance the elephant dance with crayon Xiaoxin, singing while dancing: "Elephant, elephant, why is your nose so long?"

"Bully me too much, Yan Wushuang, I want you to die!" Fan Jian was so humiliated that he was out of control. Ma Yun only felt a huge force coming from his hand, and then Fan Jian broke free.

"Senior brother, this son is so inappropriate in front of the public, please revoke his qualification for the competition, otherwise how should the outside world view me as too empty?" Fan Yunhai saw Fan Jian rushing out of the crowd with anger on his face, and he also began to worry.

What Fan Yunhai said also made some sense, Yan Wushuang's move, and the female cultivators who were so ashamed that they all blushed and hurriedly covered their eyes. But Zhong Wanhong doesn't seem to have the intention of stopping and drinking.

"Hmm, interesting, hehe, interesting! Senior brother, although this son has a lot of poor qualifications, he is very clever!" Zhong Wanhong didn't seem to hear Fan Yunhai's words, but said something inconsequential.

I don't know if Zhong Wanhong saw the festival between Fan Jian and Yan Wushuang, and I don't know if Zhong Wanhong had the intention of suppressing Fan Yunhai. But as the head of the Taixu Sect, what is more important is the intelligence and strength of the disciples, good qualifications are important, but if you have a body of cultivation, it is useless, for the sect, it is a loss.

Like Yan Wushuang, his qualifications are pitiful, but he can use the cultivation of the tenth layer of Qi refining to defeat the powerful cultivator of the twelfth layer of Qi refining, even if the cultivation is lower, he must have a skill in other aspects, not to mention anything else, just that spell instant attack is a good proof. If the disciples of the Taixu Sect can master this skill, then the Taixu Sect will be able to dominate the sect competition in the future.

Moreover, if Fan Jian, a monk of the thirteenth level of Qi cultivation, could not defeat Yan Wushuang, then the pills given to him by the sect would be equivalent to feeding the pigs; and if Yan Wushuang won, it means that this son is favored by the heavens, and there may not be any chances.

In short, no one dares to pat their chests, Yan Wushuang can't become the pillar of Taixumen after a few years!

Not to mention the thousands of thoughts in the hearts of the two monks of the Yudan period, Fan Jian here has been dazed by Yan Wushuang's agitation method, and he is jumping into the ring at this moment, preparing to fight with Yan Wushuang.

"Boy, you are a person who picks up rags, and you are also qualified to provoke this son? This son will let you see and understand today, and be ready to be reincarnated!" Fan Jian let out a cruel word, and then couldn't wait to sacrifice the Huoyun Sword, looking at Yan Wushuang deadly.

"Top-grade magic weapon! worthy of Senior Brother Fan!" Seeing the magic weapon in Fan Jian's hand, many monks below exclaimed!

"Oh, I'm picking up rags, is it possible that there is no magic weapon when picking up rags?" Yan Wushuang sneered, and then also sacrificed the Qingguang Sword, slanting at this Fan Sword.

Fan Jian's face was dark and blue for a while, and he couldn't believe it. "You, how do you have a high-grade magic weapon?"

"Simple, you have me!" Yan Wushuang was calm.

"No, you can't have it!" Fan Jian has always grown up in the praise of others since he was a child, he has shown off his Huoyun Sword in the same sect more than once, at this moment, Yan Wushuang actually easily took out a high-grade magic weapon, even if he was killed, he couldn't believe everything in front of him!

"This can be had!"

Yan Wushuang shook his head and teased heartlessly.

"Look for death!" Fan Jian didn't want to say more, and in a few breaths, he sacrificed the Fire Cloud Sword.

After constantly injecting spiritual power, the Huoyun Sword skyrocketed a few points, and the sword body was so red and hot that some low-level monks couldn't even look at it directly!

Yan Wushuang just twisted his expression, and then he also sacrificed the Qingguang Sword, and after a few tricks, the Qingguang Sword drew a perfect arc, bypassing the Huoyun Sword and heading straight for Fan Jian!

"This ......"

Fan Jian was a little stupid by this sudden scene, he never expected that Yan Wushuang would actually be able to turn the flying sword and change the direction of attack after the sacrifice!

"Hmm, Imperial Sword Technique!" The head Zhong Wanhong opened his mouth wide again, Yan Wushuang, a monk of the tenth level of Qi refining, was actually able to learn the Imperial Sword Technique that only a monk in the foundation building period could cultivate!

Different from Zhong Wanhong's mood, Fan Yunhai was more worried about Fan Jian's family back. Seeing Fan Jian's panicked look, Fan Yunhai really sweated!

In the end, Fan Jian is the pride of the sky, seeing the blue light sword attacking him, when he was extremely thrilled, he sacrificed a cyan cloak, which instantly soared open, and forcibly resisted the attack of the blue light sword.

"Haha, boy, this son is not a waste, he has a lot of treasures in his hand! Let's try it again!" Seeing that Yan Wushuang's attack was easily defused by himself, Fan Jian began to feel proud.

Yan Wushuang didn't expect that Fan Jian had a lot of things in his hands. So he withdrew the blue light sword and prepared to take out the bundle of immortal ropes.

At this moment, Yan Wushuang suddenly felt that his face was hot and dry, as if his body was about to melt away.

"Fire Cloud Sword!"