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"Fellow Daoist Ouyang praised it, and your junior is not bad, but he started a little harder."

Wang Changsheng said politely, the two sides touted each other.

Following Wang Changsheng's gaze, in a certain arena, Ouyang Yuerong's whole body was wrapped in red flames, and most of the arena turned into a sea of ​​fire.

It didn't take long for the flames to dissipate, and a young female nun with no clothes to cover her body lay in a huge steaming pit, her breath was sluggish.

"My concubine doesn't think that swords have no eyes. If you keep your hands, wouldn't you give your opponent a chance? If you say it's time to stop, it's unavoidable to miss it."

Zhang Wuchen said nonchalantly.

Wang Changsheng smiled indifferently and did not refute.

In a certain arena, a young girl in a blue skirt with beautiful eyebrows drove nine cyan flying swords, releasing dense cyan sword energy and hitting Zhang Hongwu.

Zhang Hongwu was in no hurry, she flipped her jade hand, and a small and exquisite cyan bell appeared in her hand.

clang clang!

Three bells rang, and circles of cyan sound waves that were visible to the naked eye swept out. All the cyan sword energy touched the cyan sound waves, as if the snow was melting in the spring, and they all collapsed and disappeared.

The girl in the green skirt frowned and was about to take other actions when a giant fireball the size of a house smashed over from the opposite side.

She snorted lightly, and with a flick of her wrist, a large piece of cyan sword energy flew out, smashing the giant fireball, and the flames scattered.

A cyan light flashed above his head, and a huge cyan bell emerged, and with a slight shake, a large piece of cyan sound waves spewed out.

The aura of the girl in the blue skirt shattered instantly, and the whole person turned into a rain of blood and burst open. The scene was very bloody.

"Zhang Hongwu wins."

Ouyang Hongsheng frowned slightly, and said to Zhang Wuchen: "Mrs. Zhang, let your clan do your best not to hurt people's lives. It's not good for everyone if you hurt the peace."

More than 1,000 immortal cultivators participated in the competition, and now there are 40 people left. These 40 immortal cultivators have a high chance of entering the stage of forming a pill. When Zhang Hongwu killed his opponent, Ouyang Hongsheng could not ignore it.

"I'll tell her now, but the sword has no eyes, so it's hard to guarantee this kind of thing."

Zhang Wuchen readily agreed, listening to her words, she didn't take it seriously, maybe there was another plan.

Wang Youwei had bad luck and met Huangfu Yu, a cultivator of Heavenly Spiritual Roots.

He took out the magic weapon and slashed it on Huangfu Yu's arm. There was a muffled sound of metal colliding, and the puppet beast couldn't hurt Huangfu Yu.

Huangfu Yu wore a pair of golden gloves in both hands, his expression was indifferent, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Hey, it's up to me next."

Huangfu Yu smiled and turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Wang Youwei.

"You win."

Wang Youwei shouted loudly while throwing out a blue shield in front of him.

Neither the magic weapon nor the puppet beast could hurt Huangfu Yu. Wang Youwei had little chance of winning. Of course, Huangfu Yu was the key training target of the Huangfu family. Enmity, Wang Youwei asked himself that he could not grasp the scale, and simply gave up.

Most of the foundation-building cultivators who fought against Huangfu Yu were seriously injured. Knowing that the odds of winning were not high, Wang Youwei would naturally not fight recklessly.

One must be self-aware. Compared with life, face is not worth mentioning. A man can bend and stretch.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huangfu Yu had already arrived in front of Wang Youwei, and his golden head slammed on the blue shield, which instantly shattered into pieces.

With a muffled sound, Wang Youwei's defenses were all shattered, and the whole person flew out, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Huangfu Yusheng!"

With the referee shouting loudly, Huangfu Yu jumped off the ring triumphantly.

"Uncle Youwei, are you alright!"

Wang Jiyun hurried to the stage and helped Wang Youwei.

Wang Youwei's eyes were gloomy. He had already conceded defeat. Huangfu Yu was going to hurt him.

"I'm fine, this guy is really perverted, I hope Hua Bi won't run into him."

Wang Youwei's tone was weak and bloodless.

"Yu'er doesn't have any seriousness in his actions, young people are just impulsive."

Huangfu Rui sighed, obviously defending Huangfu Yu.

"Yeah! Young people are a little impulsive. We all come here like this, which is understandable."

Wang Changsheng's tone was flat. As a Yuan Ying cultivator, he wouldn't resent the Huangfu family because of this trivial matter.

The Treasure Hunting Conference was actually a way for various forces to show their strength. Wang Changsheng was curious about what kind of spiritual body Zhang Hongwu was.

High-level monks and disciples with good aptitude will use secret techniques to hide their aptitudes. Unless the spiritual body person takes the initiative to speak out, it is difficult for other monks to see.

This round of competition is over. Twenty foundation-building cultivators advance to the next round, and another 20 foundation-building cultivators will compete again, and the winner will advance to the top 30.

This time, Wang Huabiao's opponent was a black-faced man with a strong back. The black-faced man had the eighth-layer foundation building, and his muscles were bulging and full of strength.

At the beginning of the competition, the black-faced big man sacrificed a black long stick. After the mana was injected, the black long stick's light soared, and it transformed into heavy stick shadows. If hit, Wang Huati will not die or be disabled.

Wang Huaxi's figure was blurred, turned into an afterimage, and went straight to the black-faced man. The black-faced man's attack failed.

With his flexible body, Wang Huaxi scurried around in the arena. The black-faced big man had brute force, and there was no way to take Wang Huaxi.

The wind-type spirit root, in terms of speed, the black-faced man really can't compare to Wang Huabiao.

A quarter of an hour later, the black-faced man was tired and panting. Wang Huabiao suddenly appeared behind the black-faced man. With a flick of his finger, a dazzling blue light flew out and submerged into the black-faced man's body.

The black-faced man's limbs bend uncontrollably~www.readwn.com~ as if an invisible big hand grabbed his hands and feet, wind binding.

Countless black spiritual patterns appeared on the body of the black-faced man, and he broke free from the wind-binding technique. A cyan dragon descended from the sky, and the huge dragon claws pressed the black-faced man to the ground, unable to move.

"Wang Huabiao wins."

The referee announced that Wang Huabiao had won, and the cyan Jiaolong released his claws.

In a certain arena, Chen Yunhai smashed his right hand towards the void, and countless sea waters emerged, suddenly turning into a blue fist with a size of five or six feet, hitting the opposite side.

After a deafening roar sounded, the opponent's defenses were completely shattered, and they flew out backwards, vomiting blood.

"Chen Yunhai wins."

This round of competition ended soon. Ten people including Ouyang Yuerong, Huangfuyu, Zhang Hongwu, Chen Yunhai, Feng Yunyang, Wang Huabiao, Ouyang Mingli, Ouyang Mingshuang, Ouyang Yuruo and Ouyang Yulin competed for the top ten. Wang You In order to win the competition, ten Foundation Establishment cultivators competed for the 21st to 30th place.