The sound rumbled and spread in the mountain col, causing the surrounding mountains to tremble. Some monks with low cultivation levels felt that every word was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts, and their consciousness was shocked. There was also a bit of confusion.
There was silence in the field, and even the stone platforms where the other three competitions were held came to a slight pause.
Ji Liao frowned and looked towards where the sound came from. He saw an old man with dragon horns at the foot of the stand where the Holy Spirit clan was standing, looking coldly at Xiao Qing on the stage, while Qian Xingyun, who had lost both arms, was looking at Xiao Qing. He was supported by two dragon clan members and quickly headed out of the mountain col.
"It seems that the Dragon Clan is quite interesting to do such a shameless thing." Ji Liao whispered in his heart.
This fight was voluntary for both parties, and life and death were inevitable. Moreover, at first, the woman from Tiangong had already thought of letting Xingyun go. It was Qian Xingyun who did not know his own abilities. Since he was killed by the woman from Tiangong, that was it. You deserve to die, and you can't blame others.
But seeing that the situation was not going well, the old dragon man broke the rules and came to save people. It seemed that he even secretly hurt the Tiangong woman. If this kind of behavior could not be described by the word "shameless", then Ji Liao would not be able to find other adjectives.
But after thinking about it, Ji Liao was relieved.
After all, the Holy Spirit clan reproduces very slowly, and every clan member is extremely precious. Face is not that important compared to the lives of clan members.
Ji Liao was not interested in paying attention to these things and looked back at Xiao Qing in the stands.
The fight has just begun, and Xuantian has only fought a few times, but Xiao Qing picked off Qian Xingyun's arms with his hands. This method and this speed are enough to get a glimpse of how deep the woman in front of him is. powerful.
Ji Liao's dark eyes were shining, staring into Xiao Qing's eyes, holding his arms with one hand and rubbing his chin with the other.
Before the fight started, Ji Liao didn't pay much attention to the fight. Now it seems that it is not as simple as he thought.
Ji Liao turned to Fen Shanhe who was sitting in the middle of the Tiangong stand.
"Is he his disciple?" Ji Liao whispered again.
Fen Shanhe is one of the seven divine kings of the Heavenly Palace, and his realm is so high. And the disciples accepted by people with this level are all among the best. Coupled with the light shining through their eyes, Ji Liao immediately concluded that It is known that this woman is Fenshanhe's direct disciple, and she may even be the one who inherits Fenshanhe's mantle.
"He actually sent his own disciple. It seems that Tiangong is confident about winning this competition. It's a bit tricky." Ji Liao said in his heart.
Now it seems that Xiao Qing is the killer weapon of Tiangong. As for the other people in Tiangong, they are just fill-in. Only then does Ji Liao understand why this competition is not about whoever wins the most, but the choice.
Instead of the more cruel method of wheel fighting, it turns out that no matter which method, this disciple who has inherited the mantle of Fenshanhe cannot be avoided.
"Xiao Qing! Come back." At this time, the sound of Fenshanhe came from the stands of Tiangong.
The expression on Xiaoqing's face softened a little, and he turned around and walked towards the stands of Tiangong without lingering.
The tense situation just now caused everyone in the venue to hold their breath for a moment. After all, they had only reached an agreement with Tiangong, but there was no possibility of another fight with Tiangong. The dry nebula just now almost became The flame of the fuse was lit, and when Xiao Qing returned to the stands, everyone in the venue let out a long breath.
The atmosphere relaxed, and whispers immediately began to circulate.
"What kind of magic did that witch use just now?"
"How do I know this, but I have heard of Qian Xingyun. Over the years, Qian Xingyun has been trained by the Dragon Clan. It is said that his qualifications are the best among the Holy Spirits. How come he was made to look like this all of a sudden? ”
"Hey, what else can I do? The dragon clan is bragging about it. I think if the elders of the dragon clan hadn't taken action in time, that Gan Xingyun would have been killed by the witch before she showed up."
"Maybe the Dragon Clan doesn't want to expose Qian Nebula's strength?"
"Don't want to be exposed? You see that the demon girl is so powerful. Even if Qian Xingyun still has a hand, she will be dead if she continues to fight against Qian Xingyun."
The Holy Spirit side was discussing the fight just now, and the same was true on the Tiangong side.
"Hehehe, Miss Qing'er's action is indeed extraordinary."
"That's for sure. Miss Qing'er is the direct disciple of the Lord Shen. She has inherited the mantle of the Lord Shen. How can she be compared to those Holy Spirits who have never experienced the world."
"This time I can teach the Holy Spirits a lesson and let them know that it is useless even if their bloodline is high. In this world, strength still has to speak for itself."
"It's been so long, and we still talk about bloodline inheritance. Even the mortals in the lower world rarely talk about it anymore. It's just them, the Holy Spirits, who still regard the bloodline of their own race as a treasure."
"I see that with Miss Qing'er taking the initiative, there is no point in competing."
"That's not necessarily true. Haven't you seen how shameless the Holy Spirit is? There are probably more despicable methods to come."
The venue became noisy, and the discussions from both sides collided in the void, as if countless goshawks were buzzing and circling around the ears.
The six people who were still fighting on the stone platform took action again, but this time the people on the Tiangong side were more or less restrained. Even the body-refining woman who was furious at Xuan Tian's ridicule calmed down.
The scene just now was still vivid in their minds, and then they remembered the Holy Spirit.
Ling cherishes his clan members. After all, the ones who hurt the dragon clansman were the direct disciples of Fenshanhe, but they were not. Who knows what will happen to the clansmen they hurt the Holy Spirit.
Yin Xuanning, who was on the far right, faced a man in his forties. He had been pressed down and beaten by that man, and he was about to lose his breath. Now after a slight pause, he suddenly felt a sudden pain. Relaxed, he felt happy in his heart, and immediately transformed into the Phoenix Clan's true form. A huge fire phoenix with a fiery red body and a height of a thousand feet leaped into the air, flapped its wings fiercely in the air, and the fierce golden light wrapped with the power of reincarnation immediately overwhelmed the sky and the earth. It fell downwards.
The man from the Heavenly Palace raised his eyebrows and looked at the golden light of reincarnation falling from the sky without fear.
"It's just the Taoist meaning in the early stage of Dongxuan, but even after thousands of years of deprivation of life span, I still have the nerve to show it to my eyes."
He sneered, twisted his body and disappeared in an instant. The next moment, the void above Yin Xuanning's body flashed, and the man appeared again. He pressed his big hand down and directly grasped Yin Xuanning's neck. He suddenly exerted force and pressed Yin Xuanning fell sharply towards the stone platform below.
"boom..."
Then there was a loud rumble, and Yin Xuanning's huge true body hit the ground.
The man from the Palace of Heaven raised his hand and turned it over. Suddenly, a winding light shot out from the center of his sleeve. It stretched infinitely and crawled up Yin Xuanning's Phoenix body like a poisonous snake. A bright green light suddenly appeared. rope.
"receive!"
The man from Tiangong pinched the spell in his hand, and the rope surrounding Yin Xuanning's body immediately tightened.
"Ouch..."
Yin Xuanning let out a mournful cry, and the light shining around him became weaker and weaker. The next moment, his huge real body was seen shrinking rapidly, and he changed back to his human appearance again.
Yin Xuanning's eyes were full of reluctance. He didn't expect that he was restrained in such a simple way. However, the rope was tied to his body and no matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail.
"Humph, I was just playing with you, do you really think I can't do anything to you?" The man from the Heavenly Palace looked down at Yin Xuanning and said with a sneer.
"How dare you insult me!" Yin Xuanning said with difficulty, and at this moment, he felt his cheeks feel a little hot.
"You have no cultivation, but you attack like a three-year-old child. I had a thousand ways to kill you just now. If the Holy Spirit tribe is like you, I don't think the next fight is necessary."
This man's words were sharp, but he hit the mark. Although they were not pleasant to the ears, they were extremely pertinent.
A monk's cultivation is certainly important, but if it's a competition, it's far from enough.
Like Yin Xuanning, if he met a monk with a lower cultivation level than himself, it would be easy to say, but if he met an equal being, then he would have no advantage at all.
