Tianlong City's martial arts arena is very large, at least three times larger than Rong City's, and it is also a vast stone platform.
But there are four stone pillars standing around this stone platform, and on each stone pillar are carved four dragons looking up to the sky.
A young man in white and a middle-aged man in green were about four feet apart.
The old city lord Bai Baofei shouted in a deep voice:
"Listen to the order and raise the flag formation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eight young monks were seen walking out of the crowd.
They each held a large black flag in their hands, with a total of eight flags.
There was a running tiger pattern painted on the top of the flag. After the eight monks holding the flag separated, they stood on the four corners and four sides of the stone platform.
For a moment, red rays of light emerged from the eight formation flags, eventually surrounding the entire martial arts arena.
Fan Yi naturally knew about this, and could clearly feel that this eight-sided flag formation was much more powerful than the seven-star flag formation previously deployed by Liuwang Tower.
Thinking about it, the foundation of Tianlong City is indeed extraordinary.
White House Fei chuckled and said:
"City Master Fan, please don't panic. This flag array can stabilize the martial arts arena and will not cause any harm to you two."
"Master Zhao, I still say the same thing, you can only stop there and don't hurt anyone."
Then Zhao Changhong nodded, looked at Fan Yi, and said with a smile:
"It is rumored that the Seven-Star Flag Formation has been collected by you. Can you please return it? I will try to keep it later."
Fan Yi shook his head and replied:
"I'm really sorry. I still have to look at the seven flags. Once I know the secrets, I can naturally return them to their original owners."
Zhao Changhong looked at the young man coldly, and then said:
"In that case, don't blame me for bullying the small."
As Zhao Changhong started to use his spiritual power, there were layers of invisible force fields that vibrated toward Fan Yi's location.
This is also pressure, the spiritual pressure of a great monk in the spiritual realm.
Just when Fan Yigang was about to come into contact with this pressure, he suddenly stood up and stomped to the ground.
boom!
A wave of air shook from under his feet, knocking back several force fields a foot away.
Zhao Changhong's face showed a joking expression, and then he took a step forward.
Immediately, a lotus-like spiritual energy light group vibrated under his feet.
There are lotuses under your feet! As early as in the Rongcheng City Lord's Mansion, the Mansion Elder was also like this.
The Seventh Realm Great Monk is indeed very powerful.
The spiritual power ripples shook towards Fan Yi's position again.
At this time, Fan Yi's body was instantly enveloped by a golden energy.
There is no way, now he is facing a Seventh Realm great monk. If Master Dou didn't take action, Fan Yi wouldn't even have a chance to move.
However, when the golden energy mask appeared, everyone outside the venue was in a daze.
Bai Guofei glanced at Jiang Baiou and said in a low voice:
"It is indeed a god-level magic weapon."
Jiang Baiou also had hot eyes.
With the blessing of golden energy, Fan Yi not only was not imprisoned by Zhao Changhong, but the boy's figure disappeared instantly.
When he saw clearly again, Fan Yi had already punched Zhao Changhong first.
As soon as Fan Yigang dropped his fist, it hit the palm of Zhao Changhong's right hand.
Fan Yi used the method of shrinking to an inch, but even at this speed, Zhao Changhong was still able to catch him.
At this time, Zhao Changhong held his back with one hand and waved his right hand out.
I saw that the young man continued to fall back as if he had been subjected to a strong push.
Zhao Changhong shook his head and said with a smile:
"I think highly of you, but it turns out you are nothing more than that. I am really curious, how did Mordes fall into your hands?"
As soon as Fan Yi stabilized his figure, he kicked back again and ran towards the man in green shirt.
This time, a black circle the size of a bowl appeared on his fist, which was his fist field.
When I saw this scene.
Zhao Changhong's face finally showed a solemn look, because the young man's punch made him feel a hint of danger.
Zhao Changhong took half a step back, and there was already a small black lotus on his upper right palm.
shouted:
"The mantis' arms are like a chariot!"
Then he sent it up with a palm.
However, just when his black lotus came into contact with Fan Yi, it disappeared into Fan Yi's fist field.
Zhao Changhong's pupils shrank, and when he was about to withdraw his hand, Fan Yi's left hand was tightly clamped.
Then Fan Yi punched his heart with his right fist.
Only a loud "bang" was heard.
A bright light burst out from Zhao Changhong's heart.
How could Fan Yi let go? One punch followed by ten punches, falling like raindrops on the chest of the man in blue shirt.
Bang bang bang...!
The crisp sound shook back and forth, and Zhao Changhong's body was retreating steadily.
This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, and they were all frightened.
The sturdy man with a dark face on the side said in a deep voice:
"This City Master Fan really has a few tricks up his sleeve. If he were an opponent in the same realm, I'm afraid he would have been beaten to death by his random punches."
Jiang Baiou also echoed and said with a smile:
"The great master of martial arts is true. When he punches, he vaguely affects the rules of Taoism. But I don't know what the black circle on his fist just now is. Even I can't figure it out."
Baong Guofei was looking intently at the young man at this moment, not knowing what he was planning in his heart.
Bai Yanfeng complained softly:
"What are you doing, Master Zhao? A great monk from the Seventh Realm can't even deal with the Fifth Realm. What a waste!"
When these words came out of his mouth, he was only given a sideways glance by Lei Yinyun.
On the martial arts field.
Fan Yi has already delivered eighteen punches.
Although the attack was very loud, he knew very well that the man in green shirt in front of him was not seriously hurt.
A great monk in the realm of mind and spirit has extremely powerful defensive capabilities.
Just when Fan Yi was about to deliver his twentieth punch, Zhao Changhong suddenly started his hand.
He grabbed the palm of his left hand and pressed it on the young man's fingers.
Then he threw it into the air with force, and Fan Yi's body also flew into the air.
Zhao Changhong had a cruel expression on his face and shouted in a deep voice:
"Try giving me a slap as well!"
As he spoke, his right leg was bent and his body was in a squatting position.
I saw him suddenly rise up from the ground, but above his fist, a black lotus grew bigger and bigger.
White House Fei's heart tightened and he shouted:
"Zhao Changhong, don't use your elephant power!"
It turns out that Zhao Changhong's elephant power is a black lotus.
How could Zhao Changhong care so much.
Not only did he show no intention of restraining himself, he actually made the black lotus grow bigger and bigger.
It was as if it was a huge bowl that was about to contain the young man in the air.
Fan Yi was hovering in the air, and because of the flag formation, he was almost at the end of his flight upwards.
When Jiang Jixue saw this scene, her face instantly turned pale and she shouted:
"Father!"
Jiang Baiou couldn't see anywhere, but even if he took action now, it would be too late.
Critical moment!
Everyone thought that the boy in the air was already dead.
After all, the power of imagination in the realm of mind and spirit can already guide the laws of heaven and earth.
Bai Yanfeng had a fierce look on his face and shouted:
"good!"
boom! The black lotus explodes!
A loud noise resounded throughout the entire City Lord's Mansion.
The ground here is constantly swaying with the martial arts arena as the center.
The eight formation flags were also shaking violently, as if they were struggling to break free from the flag bearers' hands.
There was darkness in the martial arts arena, and underneath the darkness, the man in blue shirt was looking up with his head raised.
What's strange is that not only is there no excitement on his face, but there is some confusion in his eyes.
moment.
Everyone's pupils shrank, and they saw a golden light slowly falling from the darkness.
Then the dark mass dispersed, and it was a golden bucket about the same height as a hill.
On the top of the golden bucket, stood a young man in tattered clothes and covered in blood.
His eyes were very cold.
The young man slowly raised his hand and then made a downward gesture.
The golden Shengdou slowly pressed closer!
moment.
I saw that Zhao Changhong had raised his hands high and held them under the golden Shengdou.
The green veins on the man's head had already burst out, as if he was suffering from a hundred thousand kilograms of pressure.
Fan Yi asked coldly:
"Master Zhao, do you accept it or not?"
Hear the words.
Zhao Changhong didn't have the slightest intention of being supportive, so she answered bluntly:
"Clothes!"
