Regarding the Ancient Demon Lord's opinion of devouring Fu Yuan's soul, Yang Yu was only worried about one point, that is, under the gaze of this False Dan Stage Ancestor and so many Foundation Building Stage cultivators, would the Ancient Demon Lord be able to do it seamlessly?

The Ancient Demon Lord seemed to know what Yang Yu was thinking, and he smiled and said, "Yang Xiaoyou, don't worry about the Jindan period monk, when the old man became famous, he was not yet born." Although the old man is just a soul body, it is by no means something he can see through, and when the old man condenses his soul and attaches it to the stone in your hand, as long as you can hit the stone on that kid, this matter will be done!"

"Although the juniors trust the seniors very much, but this matter is not trivial, if there is the slightest mistake, the seniors are afraid that their lives will not be guaranteed, and the juniors will accompany you to die!" Yang Yu admonished again.

"You kid, it's long-winded, the old man doesn't do me much good by doing this, this junior is just a Qi cultivation period monk, devouring his soul is not enough for me to stuff my teeth, I do it for your good!"

The Ancient Demon Lord said so resolutely, Yang Yu would not say anything more.

After a while, the coral stone in Yang Yu's hand was divided into more than a dozen small pieces.

"You waste, what else will you do besides throwing stones?" Seeing this, Fu Yuan's face was full of sarcasm, he used the body protection qi talisman given by the ancestor at the beginning, not to mention the stone, even if it was a low-level magic weapon, it could resist several times.

It was precisely because of this protective body qi that Fu Yuan didn't have to worry about Yang Yu sneaking up on him like just now.

"Death!" Fu Yuan waved the sword in his hand, and the blood at the end of the sword flashed. I'm stabbing in.

Yang Yu's body technique was very agile, and he jumped lightly and immediately dodged the past.

At the same time, Yang Yu kept throwing fist-sized stones in his hands.

Boom!

The first coral stone hit Fu Yuan's head, but it suddenly stopped, and then flew upside down.

Fu Yuan's forehead immediately flashed with a golden glow.

Although this blow did not cause Fu Yuan to suffer any damage, he did not hit Yang Yu at all, but took a stone from Yang Yu. This contrast. It made him a little angry.

Then, stone after stone came at a gallop.

All of them hit Fu Yuan. And Yang Yu's body was extremely agile, and Fu Yuan followed behind, and the anger on his face became heavier and heavier.

"Bang!" another stone hit Fu Yuan.

But this time. It's not the same as it used to be. was bounced out.

This stone is after touching Fu Yuan. Slowly slide down.

At the same time, Fu Yuan let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground.

This phenomenon. It was something that no monk expected.

Just now, Fu Yuan also had the advantage, and he almost killed Yang Yu. In the blink of an eye, Fu Yuan was actually lying on the ground, and his breath was very weak.

The Jindan Ancestor was also shocked.

In fact, he was not very interested in this fighting method, although he glanced at it, most of the time, he was still cultivating.

Being able to have today's cultivation has a great relationship with hundreds of years of penance.

This is exactly what the Ancient Demon Lord calculated, and he knew very well that a Jindan stage monk would never focus on the spiritual power changes of a Qi cultivation stage monk.

As long as he counted the breath time, he could quickly devour Fu Yuan's divine soul.

From now on, Fu Yuan is completely dead, and what he is left behind is just a physical body.

Everyone present would never have thought that such a thing would happen under the eyelids of the Jindan Stage Ancestor.

Compared with the calmness of the ancestors of the Jindan period, Fu Ming was not so calm.

This Fu Yuan is not an ordinary Fu family monk, he is the descendant of the ancestor of the Jindan period, and he is also the descendant who has been favored by the ancestor of the Jindan period.

Soon, Fu Ming came to Fu Yuan's side, and he first observed Fu Yuan's spiritual power in his body, which stretched smoothly and was nothing like it.

On the forehead, a bulging bag was smashed, and it was already blue.

But for life, there is no major problem.

At this time, Fu Yuan also slowly opened his eyes, his eyes rolled a few times, and suddenly he held his head with both hands: "I'm dizzy, dizzy, so painful!"

Seeing this, Yang Yu almost laughed out loud in his heart, this Ancient Demon Lord was too into the play, and in a short period of time, the ancestor style of the Demon Lord who opened his mouth and closed his mouth became like this.

"This ......" Fu Ming looked up and down to make sure that Fu Yuan was not injured, and his heart was slightly relieved.

However, does Fu Yuan just admit defeat?

Fu Ming looked at the ancestor with some expectation, but there was no movement on the ancestor's face.

"Senior Brother Fu, if you are shallow in your cultivation, you will admit defeat here, and I hope that Senior Brother will be successful!" Yang Yu, who was not far away, bowed his hand.

"Admit defeat?" Fu Yuan said weakly: "It's okay, I'll let you go this time today, see that your kid still knows each other, mix with me in the future, this magic sword is a meeting gift!"

As soon as Fu Yuan threw it away, the magic sword in his hand fell into the hands of Yang Yu.

This approach is in line with Fu Yuan's character. On weekdays, there are many monks who follow his buttocks, and they are willing to be humiliated and scolded by him, just for the treasures he gives him at will.

However, when this scene appeared, everyone was puzzled.

Everyone never thought that these two people would end up like this.

You must know that not long ago, Fu Yuan was still fighting Cangshui Rou's idea, and just now he wanted to kill Yang Yu.

"Could it be that Yang Yu is afraid of death?

"In the third round of the fighting competition, Fu Yuan won, Yang Yu lost!"

Fu Ming said this sentence at the right time.

He also secretly praised Yang Yu's performance in his heart, Yang Yu admitted defeat and gave Fu Yuan a step, so that Fu Ming didn't have to worry about Fu Yuan being punished.

Of course, for Fu Yuan, there is no difference between punishment and non-punishment, but this is a matter related to the face of the ancestor.

"Senior brother, you must avenge me!" Fu Yunsong, who was lying in the crowd, gritted his teeth, he actually didn't suffer much damage, but his brain was hit hard, and he was a little dizzy for a while.

However, this battle failed, and unless he could build a foundation, he had to stay on the reef for thirty years.

This is simply earth-shattering news for Fu Yunsong.

For Yang Yu's anger, it is impossible to describe it in words.

"That kid doesn't have any magic weapons, but it's just opportunistic, and it's easy for you to kill him!"

However, none of the monks around him nodded in agreement.

Yang Yu won just now, and there was indeed a bit of luck, but Yang Yu's luck may not be too good.

They didn't want to stay on the reef for 30 years, and even if there was a 1 in 10,000 chance of failure, they wouldn't try.

What's more, Fu Yuan had just thrown the magic sword in his hand to Yang Yu, and the relationship between the two seemed to have become very delicate.

Under such circumstances, no monk was willing to choose Yang Yu as his opponent.

However, those disciples with foreign surnames who were at the seventh or eighth level of the Qi cultivation period were unlucky, and they were selected by the Fu family monks one after another.

Faced with the monks surnamed Fu, who were much taller than the monks, the monks with foreign surnames could only lean over and admit defeat.

Most of the Fu family monks were happy to see this, and immediately nodded in agreement, and only a few Fu family monks forcibly took action.

In less than half an hour, the entire fighting experience was over.

Except for Fu Yunsong, who was half-reclining, all the monks had already passed the training.

If you have practiced in the past, this is just a passing scene.

But today, there is one person who did not pass this experience.

Thinking that Fu Yunsong was going to be stationed on the islands and reefs for 30 years, almost everyone could not help but let out a happy laugh in their hearts.

And the end of this fighting experience also made the hearts of the monks with foreign surnames finally let go.

In this fighting practice, although no monks with foreign surnames were killed, there were also two monks at the seventh level of the Qi training period who were seriously injured.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Yang!"

"Senior Brother Yang's fighting method today, it really makes me wait to open my eyes!"

The ancestors of the Jindan period and the monks of the foundation building period left, and the monks beside Yang Yu showed their favor one after another.

After Yang Yu returned the salute for a while, he immediately returned to his stone house.

What Yang Yu didn't expect was that Cang Shuirou came back early, and Cheng Wen came with her.

"Senior Brother Yang, you actually defeated a Fu family monk without using a magic weapon, and I even sweated for you just now!"

Cang Shuirou didn't speak, she just glanced at Yang Yu casually.

Cang Shuirou was a little surprised that Yang Yu was able to survive, but for her, this accident was exactly what she wanted.

The three of them hadn't spoken a few words.

There was a slight knocking sound outside the room, which was also the purpose of Yang Yu's return here. (To be continued......)