At this time, the trumpet shouted, "I'm welcome to Zhu Zhuqing, and I'm welcome to Liu Yun to appear."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't ask Yan Ming anymore, so she went on stage to compete.

Yan Ming took Xiao Wu to the audience area to watch Zhu Zhuqing's game.

The trumpet shouted, "The two sides summon the martial souls, and the fighting souls begin."

Zhu Zhuqing summoned the martial soul Netherworld Spirit Cat, and two yellow soul rings appeared around her.

Liu Yun’s martial soul is a pangolin, and the soul ring is one white and one yellow, not the top soul ring.

Zhu Zhuqing took the lead in attacking, the first soul ring flashed, "Netheric Spike."

Liu Yun's whole body formed a ball with scales on the surface.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdang."

Zhu Zhuqing's claws drew sparks on it, which made Zhu Zhuqing at a loss. How to break the defense in front of her.

Liu Yun's yellow soul ring flashed, and the ball formed by the whole person began to rotate at high speed and crashed into Zhu Zhuqing.

Fortunately, Zhu Zhuqing is a sensitive attack system and can avoid it quickly, but Liu Yun seemed to have no intention of stopping and kept crashing into Zhu Zhuqing.

Yan Ming on the audience stage looked at Liu Yun's constant impact and felt that the pangolin martial soul was quite interesting, but when Zhu Zhuqing met such an opponent who could attack and defend, how should he defeat Liu Yun?

Zhu Zhuqing's continuous avoidance began to decline, and it was not a solution to keep hiding. Suddenly, she thought of a solution.

Zhu Zhuqing came to the edge of the competition stage and Liu Yun bumped into him again.

Zhu Zhuqing jumped up and avoided the impact. Liu Yun almost rolled off the competition stage and quickly stopped the car.

Zhu Zhuqing turned around and shook her legs and kicked Liu Yun off the stage.

The trumpet shouted, "Congratulations to Zhu Zhuqing for his victory."

The audience was listless and shouted from time to time, "What a boring game, not exciting at all."

Yan Ming also found it boring, but this is a competition for low-level soul masters, and only two soul skills can be so exciting. No wonder there are so few spectators in the competition area.

After that, Yan Ming watched a few more games, but he was still so bored, just like a kid fighting.

The trumpet shouted, "I'll invite Yan Ming, and I'll invite Tang San to appear."

Yan Ming heard the trumpet shouting out his and Tang San's names, and suddenly became energetic. He finally had the opportunity to beat Tang San. I guess Tang Hao wouldn't say anything after seeing it. After all, this is a game, and victory or defeat is common in military affairs.

Yan Ming stood up, looking a little excited, and he could finally breathe.

Xiao Wu on the side said, "Come on, I will cheer for you."

Yan Ming nodded and went to the competition stage.

When Tang San saw Yan Ming coming to the stage, he clenched his fists and said to himself: This guy's martial soul is very strange. Can he beat him? However, he has the unique skills of the Tang sect, so he should have a chance to beat him. If he is lucky, he can kill him accidentally.

The trumpet shouted, "The two sides summon the martial souls, and the fighting souls begin."

Tang San started to use the blue silver grass, two yellow soul rings appeared, and a twisted twist was used to test Yan Ming.

Yan Ming's feet gently tapped the ground, and the golden flame spread, burning the blue silver grass all over.

Yan Ming showed a disdainful expression and said to me that the energy in my body can be converted into any energy, and it is easy to rub the flames and thunder at will. Today I will not kill you.

Seeing that his temptation was easily resolved, Tang San said with a serious expression and thought to himself. He didn't expect that this guy could still use flames, and his martial soul was really not simple.

Tang San knew that his martial soul was restrained, so he no longer used the Blue Silver Grass. He used several hidden weapons to swing his hands.

"Swish swish swish swish."

The hidden weapon has attacked Yan Ming's head, chest, and neck from a strange angle.

With his super fast reaction speed, Yan Ming avoided the hidden weapon, rushed towards Tang San with one step, and punched Tang San in the chest.

Tang San used his purple-level demonic eyes and his reaction was not slow. He turned sideways, and Yan Ming's fist hit Tang San's chest, but did not hit Tang San.

Yan Ming said, "It is futile in the face of good skills and absolute power."

Yan Ming stepped on Tang San's toes.

"ah."

Tang San couldn't help but feel pain, shouted, quickly pulled out his feet, and said, "You don't talk about martial ethics."

Yan Ming cursed, "Tell me about you, uncle." He punched Tang San's head.

Tang San used Xuan Yu's hand and also punched him in front of him.

"Click."

It seemed like something was broken. Tang San covered his right hand, took a few steps back, and said intimidatingly, with such amazing power, he still underestimated his strength.

Less than a minute from the beginning of the game, the wonderful fight made the audience cheer enthusiastically.

"Excellent, let's take a few moves."

"The golden flame was so handsome just now."

"The boy who threw the flying knife just now is also quite handsome."

Yan Ming did not listen to the audience's shouting. Now Yan Ming is always trying to beat Tang San and vent his anger. He has been frustrated for five or six years. He can't help but be a normal person.

Tang San's hand was cut off by Yan Ming, and he could only throw the hidden weapon with one hand. Tang San also used his trump card, and the hidden weapon kept shooting at Yan Ming like he didn't have money.

Yan Ming swung his left hand, and the Ruyi golden hoop turned into a shield, blocking him in front of him.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

With the sound of the collision between the hidden weapons and the shield, Yan Ming kept blocking the hidden weapons with the shield, waiting for Tang San to use up his hidden weapons.

Tang San used the ghost movie fan, constantly changing positions, trying to find Yan Ming's dead corner, but Yan Ming was like an iron turtle, with a blocking weapon without dead corners.

The audience has seen such scenes, and a large number of hidden weapons are constantly projecting, and some even fly to the audience area.

This soul-fighting battle undoubtedly gave the audience a vision, and such a wonderful soul-fighting battle is really rare.

The hidden weapons were bombed everywhere. Tang San also used up his hidden weapons and then started to wrap around the blue silver grass, trying to catch Yan Ming off guard.

Yan Ming didn't know Tang San's insidiousness yet, and Ruyi's golden hoop turned into a golden bracelet again with his left wrist, and golden flames gathered with his right hand.

"Jin Yan, Burn Tian."

Pressing his right hand on the ground, golden flames spread around his palms. The temperature was super high, and even the audience could feel the heat.

Tang San quickly formed a grass wall with blue silver grass, trying to block the flames with blue silver grass.

"boom."

Tang San's burned clothes were torn and his hair was curled. Now Tang San only had one idea, which was to admit defeat. If he refused to admit defeat, he might die on the competition stage.

Yan Ming quickly came to Tang San, pinched Tang San's head with one hand, and smashed it hard on the ground.

"Bang."

Tang San was hit by the head and blood, his consciousness began to dissipate, and he didn't even have the strength to admit defeat.

Yan Ming pinched Tang San's neck and kicked it out. The attack was so powerful that Tang San flew out directly.

"boom."

Tang San was embedded in the wall.

The trumpet shouted, "Congratulations to Yan Ming for his victory."

When the audience saw such a violent scene, they kept cheering for Yan Ming.

"Yan Ming, Yan Ming, I will watch your game next time."

"Yes, I won't watch the game without you."

But what Yan Ming didn't know was that he was being stared at by a man in black.

Yan Ming returned to the audience area with a relaxed mood, and he could have breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!