On the ring, the isolation circle had just been withdrawn, and the flying sword in front of Deng Yunyi had already turned into a streamer of light, and a hundred sword shadows were conjuring up to attack him.

Zhou Fuyao's facial features are so sharp now, and there are treasures such as broken pupils in his eyes, so he can see through the reality of this move at a glance.

Deng Yunyi looked at Zhou Fuyao and didn't move, as if he didn't see his sword, he frowned slightly, and with a pinch of the law in his hand, the speed of the flying sword was a little faster.

Zhou Fuyao waited for the flying sword to arrive in front of him, and suddenly raised the coiling dragon stick in his hand to meet the flying sword directly, and the coiling dragon stick was directly erected on the inevitable trajectory of the flying sword. The flying sword directly slammed into the coiling dragon stick, making a crisp sound of 'ding', splashing a ball of sparks, the coiling dragon stick in Zhou Fuyao's hand trembled slightly, but his wrist did not move at all, and the flying sword was ejected by this force.

"Could it be luck!"

Deng Yunyi didn't expect Zhou Fuyao to just raise his hand and block his flying sword. Deng Yunyi thought of this in his heart, pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the flying sword deftly drew a circle in the air, and then attacked Zhou Fuyao again.

Zhou Fuyao still lifted the coiling dragon stick seemingly casually, and the flying sword 'ding' sounded again, hit the coiling dragon stick, and bounced back.

"Damn, how do you fight this!"

Deng Yunyi watched Zhou Fuyao block his flying sword lightly, but he was extremely surprised at this time, it was the first time he had seen a monk of the same level actually be able to predict the trajectory of his flying sword. The first time it could be luck, then the second time is definitely not a coincidence. Deng Yunyi complained in his heart, this is not a level at all. In normal times, he encountered this situation when he was also fighting with the master who was the peak cultivation of Yuanying.

After two moves. Zhou Fuyao also felt a little bored, after seeing a demon like Hua Muduan. He wasn't interested either. He just wanted to make a move, but heard Deng Yunyi say:

"Brother Zhou. I know it's not your opponent, but the master spent a lot of spirit stones to let me participate in the ring, and I must gain something, so I also asked Brother Zhou for advice. ”

Deng Yunyi directly beckoned, recalled the flying sword back in his hand, made a big salute, and said to Zhou Fuyao. Deng Yunyi didn't want to admit defeat directly, but he spent a thousand high-grade spirit stones for the registration fee. For their small sect, a thousand top-grade spirit stones is already a lot of money, and they must make good use of this opportunity.

"Why bother, you just make a move, we teach each other!" Zhou Fuyao saw Deng Yunyi make a big salute, and he was not very embarrassed in his heart, people respected him a foot, and he respected people. But just now he was thinking about ending the game directly.

"Brother Deng, take out your strongest move, let's compare. Zhou Fuyao couldn't directly knock Deng Yunyi off the stage at this time, so he smiled at him.

Deng Yunyi nodded seriously. He also knew the gap between the two, but he didn't use the flying sword anymore, but held the long sword in his hand. The human sword was united, and the fit pounced.

Zhou Fuyao did not urge Zhenyuan. Rather, it was met by the amount of flesh alone.

Deng Yunyi, the long sword in his hand revealed a half-inch sword. A sharp sword intent attached to it, and a set of ten thousand sword tricks was smoothly used, and the long sword turned into a thousand sword shadows.

"The forces are too scattered, it's okay to deal with monks who are weaker than you, but it's not okay to deal with opponents who are stronger than you. Zhou Fuyao looked at the Thousand Dao Sword Shadows, shook his head and said. As he spoke, he swept the dragon stick in his hand, and all the sword rays disappeared into invisibility.

Deng Yunyi nodded, and the thousand sword shadows of the long sword in his hand were completely converged, and the sword that hit the power stabbed straight towards Zhou Fuyao. Zhou Fuyao picked up the coiling dragon stick and blocked it casually, and the tip of the long sword was suddenly blocked by the body of the coiling dragon stick. Deng Yunyi's long sword was blocked, and he immediately changed his body, and the sword style also changed, and the long sword changed from a thorn to a pick, and it was picked up by Zhou Fuyao's arm holding the coiling dragon stick. Zhou Fuyao's center of gravity sank, and the dragon stick in his hand pressed downward, with a 'ding' sound. Deng Yunyi only felt a huge force coming from his arm, his arm sank, and the long sword almost came out of his hand, and Deng Yunyi hurriedly retreated.

Zhou Fuyao stood in place, and did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue, but watched Deng Yunyi wait for him to recover. The expression on Deng Yunyi's face became more and more respectful, and when his arm recovered, he hugged his fist at Zhou Fuyao again, and rushed forward again with his sword. At this time, Deng Yunyi also learned a little smarter, and the sword style did not need to be old, and the long sword in his hand would definitely not fight hard with the dragon stick in Zhou Fuyao's hand. Zhou Fuyao simply fed Deng Yunyi. Deng Yunyi's body is like a swimming dragon, flying up and down around Zhou Fuyao. Zhou Fuyao, on the other hand, stood in place, not even moving his footsteps, just kept waving the long sword in his hand.

The long sword in Deng Yunyi's hand became faster and faster, and his heart became more and more excited, at this time there was a look of confusion in his eyes, there was no Zhou Fuyao in his eyes at this time, only the long sword in his hand was left, and there was only one thought in his heart: how to make the sword more mellow and more powerful.

Zhou Fuyao looked at Deng Yunyi's expression at this time, and a look of praise appeared on his face. This Deng Yunyi is still a talent that can be created, and under his pressure, he actually began to understand the sword. The coiling dragon stick in Zhou Fuyao's hand became more and more cautious between his moves. Under Zhou Fuyao's intentional work, Deng Yunyi only felt that the sword style of the long sword in his hand was becoming more and more smooth, and one sword after another poured out like flowing water, and he felt extremely happy in his heart, and a faint sense of enlightenment rose to his heart, and the sword intent on the sword became more and more extreme.

"Hah! Eat me with a sword!" Deng Yunyi suddenly roared, and the long sword in his hand changed several sword styles in a row, and then all the sword styles merged into one, and a surging sword intent surged out, slashing straight towards Zhou Fuyao. At this time, Deng Yunyi's eyes also returned to clarity.

"It's a good time!" Zhou Fuyao also shouted, the muscles of his whole body squirmed, and he gathered the strength of his whole body, and the coiling dragon stick went straight towards the surging sword intent. No matter what your sword intent is, I will drop ten times with one force. The coiling dragon stick tore through the void, bringing up a heavy stick shadow, and directly smashed the sword intent to pieces.

Deng Yunyi's figure folded in the air, and slowly landed three feet in front of Zhou Fuyao, and then respectfully made a big salute to Zhou Fuyao.

"Brother Zhou, the great kindness is not grateful, if he has a place to use the younger brother in the future, just give the order. After Deng Yunyi finished speaking, he saluted Zhou Fuyao again.

"Haha...... It's your own creation, and you don't have to thank others. Zhou Fuyao smiled, but he received Deng Yunyi's gift.

"I admit defeat!" Deng Yunyi said respectfully to the combined monk in the No. 12 ring. The Monk nodded and registered the results.

Deng Yunyi showed a bright smile on his face again, nodded at Zhou Fuyao, put away the flying sword, and then flew out of the ring.

Zhou Fuyao also put away the coiled dragon stick, got out of the ring, and went in the direction of Yingcheng and a few people.

"That week's strength was good, but the opponent was too weak, and I couldn't see the depth of his strength at all, but I don't think he was strong enough. Ying Zichen looked at Zhou Fuyao's back coldly and said to Ying Qingwu.

"Zichen, after all, you are in a group, if you deal with him, don't be careless, that kid didn't do his best just now. Ying Qingwu reminded.

"Don't worry about this, I will naturally not be defeated in the hands of such an unknown person. Ying Zichen said confidently and slowly.

"That kid better pray that he doesn't run into my hands and into me...... I must call him good-looking!" Ying Zichen then said through gritted teeth.

On the other side of the auditorium.

"Fourth brother, you have the material to be a master, and it is not bad to accept a few more apprentices in the future. The winner first joked. This week's Fuyao is also a strange thing, and he actually deliberately fed people in the ring, which made people break through a layer of sword intent.

"Hehe, be kind to others, why not!" Zhou Fuyao replied with a smile on his face.

"Fourth brother, well done. Ying Cheng patted Zhou Fuyao's shoulder, nodded, and said nothing more after saying this. The opponent is too weak, and this battle is completely in the hands of Zhou Fuyao from beginning to end, there is nothing to say.

"Why don't we have a fight too, I haven't broken through the sword intent for a long time, let's have a fight with you and see if you can help me break through!"

"Second brother, don't make fun of me!" Zhou Fuyao laughed and said to everyone.

There was another cheerful fight.

In the box of the Buzhou Palace, the elders and juniors of the same division sat separately. It's just that the box where everyone in the Buzhou Palace is located is located at the top of the life and death platform, and it belongs to one of the largest, most luxurious, and best sighted boxes.

"Who is Zhou Fuyao that time, have any of you seen it?" someone asked in a group of Buzhou Palace disciples gathered in a circle. The group of them paid attention to the words of Zhou Fuyao in the Buzhou Palace when they appeared on the light curtain.

"I don't know!"

"I don't think there is such a person. ”

"I don't have so many disciples in the Zhou Palace, who remembers it all, maybe he came out to travel by himself. ”

"That week's skills were not simple. The burly, dark-skinned young man in the middle of the circle, who was surrounded by all the stars and moons, said.

"Brother Heipi said that Zhou Fuyao was good, so it must be wrong. Someone next to him immediately patted the horse's ass and said.

This black skin brother's full name is Zhou Heipi, and he is one of the leading representatives of the younger generation who is not Zhou Gong Jiedan. This week, Heipi was born in a civilian home at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, his parents are honest and responsible farmers, and he has no talent, because he was born with dark skin, so he was named Zhou Heipi. Soon after his birth, Heipi was found to have the body of a giant spirit, and was then brought into the Buzhou Palace for key cultivation.

Zhou Heipi didn't pay attention to them, but looked at Zhou Juefeng, who was also sitting in the center of another circle in the box. And Zhou Juefeng was staring at Zhou Fuyao coldly at this time, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart. (To be continued......)