Taoist priest Xingwu waved his feather fan, and the white mist rolled over, and he collected the remaining two intact generals. With a look of distress on his face, he looked at Guan Luoyang intently for a while, and secretly shouted in disbelief, "Such a strong force.

, instead of just being a Water-Fire Immortal Clothes, you clearly have the achievements of Zhou Tiantuna, who also learned spells and practiced martial arts, how did you get to this level?!"

Guan Luoyang let him step down and turned his eyes again.

Granny Yuan sighed inwardly and walked up to the stage. In fact, she already knew that she was probably no match for this little Taoist priest. The Holy Mother Temple and the Zhenwu Temple had a good relationship in the past, so there was no need to use too ruthless means of risking their lives.

But in this situation, since you have been on stage before, you represent a faction's face, and now you are riding a tiger and it's hard to get off.

Whether you go on stage or not, you will lose. If you don't go on stage, you will be afraid of the juniors and will be even more embarrassed.

She controlled seven pointed hats in the air, whirling back and forth, cutting erratically. When each hat flew past, there would be a squeaking sound in the air, like the sound of cloth being torn.

As a result, the swift shadow arrived in front of Guan Luoyang and suddenly stopped. He held the edge of the bamboo hat with his bare hands, and the bronze pattern on the back of his hand was looming, making it unable to move.

Several other bamboo hats were flying around to surround him, and Guan Luoyang was like an old ape wandering around the forest. With a few unpredictable moves, he opened the distance and caught each one accurately.

After holding each bamboo hat in his right hand, he passed it to his left hand. In an instant, he folded all seven bamboo hats together and handed them back to Granny Yuan.

"It's the old lady who lost."

Grandma Yuan took the bamboo hat, her eyes settled, and her voice was much lowered, "You are reckless. With this strength, if you follow the steps, you may not be able to accomplish anything."

Although starting from Master Xuluo, Guan Luoyang had already defeated four people in a row with ease, the meaning behind Granny Yuan's words was that she was still not optimistic about his ability to successfully defend the ring.

Guan Luoyang did not answer and sent her off the stage.

Next, Lady Aze from Xin'an Prefecture came on stage. She was one of the four people who had never been on stage before. She was dressed in apricot-colored clothes, with exquisite silver jewelry on her head, ears, and neck. She had thin cherry-colored lips.

, the charm still exists.

But her spell was very dangerous. She just pointed down with her hand, and a stalagmite-like object suddenly appeared from the ring. It shot directly upwards from the bottom of Guan Luoyang's feet. If she didn't dodge well, she might directly touch it.

The lower yin is harmful.

Guan Luoyang moved sideways and slid on the ground. He carved out a layer of wood flowers on the board and wiped off the stone thorns. When he was about to kick off and rush forward, his feet suddenly sank again.

This trap was perfectly timed, but with his ability to play with the center of gravity, how could he be hindered by such a small trap? He moved his other foot slightly, and the person moved out sideways like a top.

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After knowing what the other party's methods were, Guan Luoyang's pace changed faster than the speed of the opponent's spells. He ducked directly behind Mrs. Aze, picked up the clothes from the back of her neck, and sent her down.

Then the Forbidden Lamp Master of Fenghua Prefecture came on stage. He held an oil lamp in his hand, opened his mouth and blew, and a seven-foot-long blue flame swept across it.

In addition to the need for magical weapons and mana, his door-barring lamp technique also requires practicing a unique blowing method. He first puts warm water in his mouth, then spits it out slowly, as thin as cotton thread, without any branches, and spits it out four feet away.

Call into the water.

Then practice with ice water, scalding water, and then practice with air-dried hard dough. The fist-sized dough must be able to be swallowed in one mouthful, and it can be squeezed into the throat and spit out by gastrointestinal peristalsis to be considered successful.

After reaching this level, with the help of magic power, the flames blown out are so fierce that they stick to the person's body and immediately burn the skin to pieces.

And I don’t know what the lamp oil is made of. There is a strong smell of sulfur in the flame, and it seems to be mixed with unknown toxicity. People near the ring feel a little dizzy after being smoked.

If the flame of the lamp is blown at several angles, it can almost sweep the entire arena, leaving no room for the opponent to stand.

Guan Luoyang broke the table with one foot, raised half of the wooden board with his toes, folded his side into a line with the wooden board, put his elbow on the back of the wooden board, split the passage from the middle of the lamp flame, approached and broke the wooden board with one punch.

The fist turned into a palm, pressed down on the cardia and pushed forward, causing the Forbidden Light Master, who was about to blow harder, to belch, puff out smoke from his nostrils, and fall off the ring.

It turned out that the seemingly rippling lamp oil was actually solid, and it did not spill out of the lamp even after he dropped it.

After the Forbidden Light Master stood up, he sighed and cursed: "If it weren't for the restrictions of the fighting stage, which mage would be stupid enough to take the initiative to get within ten steps of such a top martial artist?"

If the distance is long enough, his access control light method can be used with some preset copper ring gates to burn people a hundred steps away, not to mention such an inch-thick wet wooden board, or iron sheets wrapped into balls to protect themselves.

They all have to be cooked through by his heat.

Hundreds of people around him were all majoring in magic, with boxing and kicking as a supplement at most. When they heard what he said, they all felt sad and agreed repeatedly.

"Don't be embarrassed here!"

Grand Master Yanglian sneered again and again and scolded mercilessly, "You have an opinion. Why didn't you mention it when we discussed the rules of the fight before? Why didn't you mention how much younger they are than you and who was the first person you came to power?

?Besides, he also has magic power, but he hasn’t used it on you yet."

Master Forbidden Lantern held the lamp and turned around: "Yanglian, what do you mean?"

"It means that it is a fact that you are weak."

A display of red robes.

The Forbidden Lamp Master subconsciously wanted to blow out the lamp, but saw a thin hand covering his lamp.

The green lamp flame burned the palm of the hand, making a crackling sound, but it could not resist the slow downward pressure of the hand.

laugh!!

The poisonous fire that can burn to the bones if touched by a spark is unquestionably crushed by this hand.

"Blow out the lamp and pull out the wax, you're a lazy ass, get out of here!"

The red-robed old monk with a hat on his head slapped the Forbidden Light Master away with one sleeve. Regardless of the disciples of the Forbidden Light Master coming over and glaring at him, Shi Shiran stepped onto the ring.

The disciples of Master Forbidden Light were still about to make a fuss, but after only saying a few words, they inexplicably lowered their voices and became quiet.

It was the power of the atmosphere that made them shut up.

Because those people who had been dealing with it indifferently before now began to gather their energy and sit up straight.

Grand Duke Huangtou raised his eyelids and stared intently, which affected his disciples.

Taoist Master Qiu Shi sat upright and tightened his whisk, which affected his junior brother.

Wei Dinggong held the rosary and did not move.

Taoist priests Zhiyuan, Xingwu, Granny Yuan, Master Juli, Master Xuluo, Madam Aze, etc., etc., even showed more solemn and solemn expressions than when they took the stage to compete.

"It seems that even if many people participate in the fight, which is a process for the reputation of their own sect, in fact, deep down in their hearts, they feel that they can't beat you, so even if they lose, they still don't think that I will win."

Guan Luoyang felt this silence and heaviness, his eyes brightened, and he smiled at the old monk opposite, "You are the sixth person."

Grand Master Yang Lian raised his right hand, his knuckles flexed, and when he straightened his thin palm for the second time, it seemed that he had stretched a little wider.
Chapter completed!