When Zhao Long came to lead the field, everyone's eyes changed. Is Haoyue Sect really going to rise this year? It crushed the younger generation of disciples one after another, especially the Red Moon, which was completely one-sided. Although Qian Yu narrowly won, many people know that the two of them were both powerful masters, and they were direct duels with the ultimate move. Although this was a suicide in actual combat, it was undoubtedly not respect for the opponent here.

"I wonder which fellow Taoist came up to ask for advice?"

Zhao Long looked like a gentleman and clasped his fists at the off-field, which was impeccable.

"I'll do it!"

A delicate shout suddenly sounded, and then a blue shadow broke through the void and came to the venue, falling in front of Zhao Long. This person was Tian Wu, the eldest disciple of Fengyue Sect.

Tianwu looks beautiful. Although it is not as amazing as Hongyue, it gives people an inexplicable sense of intimacy, which makes people want to come forward and get close to each other.

When Zhao Long saw Tianwu coming up, he couldn't help but smile, and then shook his head helplessly. Unexpectedly, the one who came up to challenge was the eldest sister of Fengyue Sect. He couldn't understand his strength. The martial arts master could compete with the mid-stage masters with some means in the early stage, but which one of the people who could come here had no means? And there was a powerful martial soul as a backing. No one used martial soul in the previous battles.

However, at this time, a fragrance wafted from the air, constantly surrounding it. Then Zhao Long was stunned and his face changed drastically. He shouted and his soul power moved up, blew the clothes on his body, and then the robe on his upper body turned into ashes with a click, revealing his strong muscles, and shot at Tianwu without saying a word.

Yang Shaohua, who was off the court, was stunned when he saw this, and then shook his head. There was almost no suspense in this battle. This Tianwu was not simple, but it quietly ignited the soul power in Zhao Long's body.

Tianwu saw Zhao Long smiled, his arms danced slightly, and a faint mist shot out from his body, instantly sticking to Zhao Long. However, Zhao Long's body was stunned again, and then he flew backwards and landed on the edge of the field.

"Give up!"

Tian Wu said lightly, and Zhao Long, who was looking at the edge of the field, said lightly.

Zhao Long suddenly woke up and couldn't help but shake his head, looking at his feet, shook his head helplessly, but unexpectedly, he actually started to say, hugged Tianwu, and jumped down to return to the team.

There was an uproar in the field. Unexpectedly, Zhao Long was defeated without taking a single move under Tianwu. And the defeat was so weird that it was incredible.

"I lost, but I actually lost like this. Sorry, brothers, elders!"

After returning to the team, Zhao Long said to everyone.

"It's okay!"

The Great Elder said lightly that this session is much better than it has exceeded the previous session. In four consecutive games, three wins and one defeat. This result is very amazing, even surpassing the previous session.

"Senior Brother Zhao, have you felt anything on stage?"

Yang Shaohua couldn't help but narrow his eyes, walked to Zhao Long, and asked faintly.

"Something strange?"

Zhao Long pondered for a moment and suddenly realized it, and said hurriedly, "When Tianwu waved his hand, a burst of fragrance floated out, and then the soul power in my body was involuntarily ignited. When I discovered this, it was too late. The difference in our realms was a little too big, and this result occurred in the end.

"It's true!"

Yang Shaohua couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The thing that Tian Wu seemed to be best at should be similar to his. It should be a mental attack, but the other party had some defects in mental attacks, which should be covered up with the help of the fragrance of flowers.

Thinking of this, Yang Shaohua couldn't help but raise his mouth, telling Zhao Long everything he guessed, and opening his heart knot, otherwise this might be the biggest obstacle in his heart in the future, or he would not be able to break through in this life.

The elder looked at Yang Shaohua with a little appreciation, but he didn't expect that he would have such a slight observation.

And this is the war between the manufacturers. This time Tianwu did not look for Haoyue Sect. On the contrary, the Diyue Sect was the second-ranked inner disciple of the Diyue Sect. Because of Zhao Long's strange scene, this person was very careful when he went up, but he was not much better than Zhao Long and was finally defeated by Tianwu.

Two consecutive Tianwu dances laid their strong strength and also brought back a layer for Fengyue Sect.

However, after two consecutive games, Tianwu Break did not continue and chose to rest. However, Han Man came up.

Although Han Man and Yang Shaohua are mortal enemies and their strength is only a little higher than the latter, it does not mean that his strength is not good. As a young man who came out of the trial land, everyone has his own trump card.

"I'll do it!"

After Wei Yan, who was off the court, saw the person who came on stage, he was already filled with anger and had nowhere to vent. He happened to have an air pump, how could he let him give up?

Because of the battle with Chu Qing'er, many people remembered this young man in white and had a certain understanding of his strength. At the peak of the early stage of the Great Martial Arts, a nine-section long whip waving dance brings wind, and the most terrifying thing is his water system magic. It is not difficult to see that his magic magic completely corresponds to his martial soul.

"Stormy waves!"

It seems that Wei Yan has been unable to let go of what happened before, and he is the strongest move from the way up. The soul power in his body continues to spread outward, forming a blue energy body. The long whip whip roars in the air, like a huge wave, shooting towards Han Man.

"One Axe to the Sky!"

Han Man looked at the opponent's attack and shouted angrily without showing any weakness. The two-headed axe behind him suddenly flew out, and he jumped up, grabbed the axe with both hands, raised it above his head, and the soul power in his body was circulating, constantly compressed, condensed on the giant axe. A huge axe blade appeared out of nowhere, mixed with the strong wind, and directly chopped down.

The two energies collided in an instant, making a huge roar, and the audience in the field were even a little numb. This group of inner room disciples came up with the ultimate move, and basically did not take action easily, which made everyone helpless.

After the energy explosion, two figures spread out from the void. Wei Yan retreated dozens of meters and was forced to retreat to the edge of the martial arts competition platform. Behind him was the irritable river. Han Man's body rotated out of thin air and fell directly from the stage.

Seeing this, the irritable elder's eyes couldn't help but condense and disappeared. When he appeared, Han Man appeared in his arms, but he was unconscious. Everyone couldn't help but narrow his eyes when they saw this, but stretched out his hand and popped out a trace of soul power. Then he smiled and looked at several people.

"Great Elder, what happened to Han Man?"

The irritable elder couldn't help but ask.

"No obstacle, you're about to break through!"

The short words of the Great Elder made everyone look happy. Although they were defeated in this battle, Yurong was not a good deal because Wei Yan did not take any advantage.

"Damn it, I didn't expect this kid to be so powerful!"

Wei Yan took a deep breath, adjusted his surging blood, looked around, and finally fell into Haoyue. At this time, almost all the participating disciples of Haoyue Sect were on the court, and they probably knew a little about their strength.

The off-fielder looked at Wei Yan on the martial arts stage in surprise. If he had contempt for Haoyue Sect before, then there was nothing now. The disciples of this generation are too strong, and they even surpassed their imaginations. Especially the only woman, Hong Yue, and Han Man who came up later are all argumentative existences. Even the failed Zhao Long, many people dare not underestimate him.

"Junior Brother Yang is interested in fighting me?"

Wei Yan showed a calm smile and finally fell on Yang Shaohua.

His voice had just fallen, and everyone showed different expressions, and finally all their eyes fell on Yang Shaohua.

"Okay, let's play with you!"

Yang Shaohua's face looked leisurely, as if nothing was concerned, and his body jumped up to the competition stage.

The offense could be in an uproar, even a little surprised. What did he say? Play with it, you should know that the other party is two levels higher than him, and it is still a big level. Even if he is strong, he is just a mid-stage martial artist. He has not even been able to accomplish this, and he dares to be so arrogant?

"I hope Junior Brother Yang's strength will leave like a verbal person!"

Wei Yan showed a brief shock on his face, then looked at him with a hideous smile.

"Brother Wei, admit defeat, you are not my opponent!"

Yang Shaohua's gray hair danced without wind, and an invisible spiritual fluctuation rushed into Wei Yan's mind like lightning light of calcium carbide.

"you!!"

Wei Yan had just spoken when he suddenly felt his body stiffen, then he felt cold all over his body, and then he felt hot all over. Finally, he seemed to see the corpses of countless ferocious beasts crawling on the earth, but these corpses were climbing up from the ground, each of which was more than a hundred meters high, roaring at him wildly, making him feel like the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed and penetrated deep into the area.

Since Yang Shaohua has further understood the hybrid Dragon Cultivation Art, he has actually integrated this artistic conception into the illusion and produced incredible power.

"broken!"

Wei Yan was deeply trapped in the mental environment, and then felt a strong breeze coming in an instant.

bump!

Yang Shaohua sent Wei Yan directly with one punch.

The audience was suddenly in an uproar. What was going on? A middle-stage martial artist actually knocked back the late-stage people with one punch? Many people even suspected that this was suspected of being flooded.

Seeing this, Tian Wu of Fengyue Sect couldn't help but condense. She actually felt a familiar feeling from the other person. The next moment, her face changed drastically. Unexpectedly, the other person was using the same spiritual secret technique as him, which seemed to be stronger than her. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a strong fighting spirit in her heart.

"It turned out to be a mental secret technique. I didn't expect this kid to be the same as that girl Tianwu! But he was a little stubborn!"

"Although he is a side-minded person, his spiritual secret technique is too powerful, otherwise the Soul Control Hall would not be ranked second because of this!"

The elders of the five sects looked at Hu and nodded slightly.
Chapter completed!