Chapter 104: Fighting (Part 2)

When the opponent's spear was about to reach Wu Fan, his body suddenly twisted and then disappeared. When he reappeared, he had already run behind Fang Zheng and continued to release attack spells.

In fact, with his current body hardness, even if the spear attacked him, it would not cause any harm to him. He could actually avoid the opponent's attack without using the extreme speed phantom, but he didn't want to expose his strength yet. Even for him, the opponent's cultivation level was only the tenth level of Qi training, and he couldn't force him to use some powerful means.

The man called Fang Zheng was getting more and more frustrated at this time. He had never fought with anyone like this before. His attacks could not hit the opponent at all, and the opponent's spells were densely attacking him. At this time, the shield in front of him was knocked all over the place. At this time, as long as time went on, he would definitely lose the game.

This was indeed the case. Wu Fan continued to release spells to attack, and whenever the opponent's spear attacked, he would directly use the Extreme Speed ​​Phantom to escape. Time was very fast. In less than ten breaths, Fang Zheng's shield was knocked away, and he was hit by several wind blades. Several wounds could be clearly seen on his chest, and blood slowly seeped out of the wounds. He was forced to shout "I give up!"

Wu Fan stopped casting spells and turned back to Uncle Xu Yao.

And Wei Qi and other senior brothers and sisters were staring at Wu Fan in amazement. They were really shocked by this fighting style. In their opinion, how many years has this junior brother practiced these basic spells? Does he have so much time? Doesn't he need to practice? It turns out that basic spells can be so powerful when they are practiced to a certain level!

Among the six disciples brought by Yan Lao Mo, except Fang Zheng, two of them were also very frightened by Wu Fan's methods, while the other three did not care about Wu Fan's magic, because these three were physical cultivators. For these three, those basic spells would at most hurt them.

"Haha, Brother Yan, I won this battle!" Xu Yao was also surprised and happy at this time. He actually knew that Wu Fan did not use his real skills at all, but these were all unimportant things, as long as he could win the competition. For Xu Yao, now he has a bone spirit fruit in hand.

"Humph!" Yan Lao Mo did not reply, but turned his head to look at the only woman and said: "Wei Lian" you go in this battle!

"Yes!" After the woman agreed, she slowly walked forward. This woman was at the eleventh level of Qi Refining. She looked average, but she was very tall. She was wearing a black long dress and had a cold look on her face, as if someone owed her spirit stones.

At this time, Zhiyuan took a step forward and bowed to Xuyao, saying, "Uncle Master, let me play this game."

"Okay, then my nephew Zhiyuan will go!" Xuyao ​​nodded. He also wanted Zhiyuan to play.

After Wei Lian and Zhiyuan walked to the center of the field, Zhiyuan said with a smile, "This fairy, I am Zhi..."

"Hmph!" Wei Lian snorted coldly before Zhiyuan finished speaking, and immediately slapped the storage bag, releasing a long silk to attack Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly. He saw that the opponent's long silk was attacking him, so he stopped talking nonsense. He slapped forward with one hand, and suddenly a huge golden palm print appeared in front of his palm and slapped the long silk.

When Wu Fan saw the golden palm print released by Zhiyuan, he instantly remembered the magical power he had seen in the Sutra Library. It seemed to be called "Golden Light Splitting Earth Palm". This magical power required more than 5,000 contribution points to exchange, but at that time Wu Fan had his eyes on another palm method, called "Extreme Fire Palm", which required more than 7,000 contribution points. This Zhiyuan was just like Wu Fan, only using magical power to attack, and did not use magic weapons. No wonder his master Yan Fen said that this Zhiyuan did not like to make pills, but was obsessed with magical power.

Zhiyuan's golden palm print instantly hit Chang Ling. This palm print was indeed powerful, and Chang Ling was actually knocked away. But Wei Lian didn't care. She threw a punch forward fiercely, and a huge fist print suddenly gathered in front of the fist, and rushed straight to attack the palm print. With a loud "bang", the palm print and fist print all disappeared. Zhiyuan saw that the other party also practiced magical boxing, and he was still practicing very hard, so he didn't dare to neglect it. He threw another palm print forward, slapped the storage bag, and released a long sword to attack Wei Lian.

Zhiyuan finally used the magic weapon to attack, but Wei Lian snorted coldly, and instantly sent another fist forward, and then slapped the storage bag again. Suddenly, a black steel fork magic weapon flew out of the storage bag and quickly hit Zhiyuan's flying sword. Then she pinched her fingers with one hand again, controlling the long ling that was previously slapped away, and also flew towards Zhiyuan, intending to fight quickly.

"Boom" "Boom" two loud noises, Zhiyuan's attack was intercepted, and his face suddenly became ugly, but at this moment, the long ling had already wrapped around him at a very fast speed. The speed was too fast, and Zhiyuan didn't have time to send another palm print, and was tied up by the long ling. The battle ended with Zhiyuan's failure.

At this time, the old demon Yan smiled, and the uncle Xuyao ​​snorted coldly. He didn't mean to blame Zhiyuan, but he was just unhappy because he missed a bone spirit fruit.

"Haha, brother Xuyao, I won this match again. I'm really sorry, haha..." Old Demon Yan laughed happily when he saw that his team won again.

Xuyao ​​didn't say anything, but looked at Yuanhang and said, "Yuanhang, you play this match!"

"Yes, Master!" Yuanhang agreed and walked forward.

Seeing that Xu Yao didn't answer, Old Demon Yan was not angry. He also turned to look at a male disciple and said with a smile: "Berry, with your strength, it shouldn't be difficult to win this game, right?"

"Hey, uncle, don't worry, Bai Rui guarantees to win this game for uncle!" The man chuckled.

This man had solid muscles all over his body and his skin was bronze. He must have been one of the three body cultivators. He walked forward, stopped when he was still some distance away from Yuanhang, and said to Yuanhang: "Hey, you met Now that I think you are unlucky, I advise you to prepare some healing elixirs!"

When Yuanhang heard the other party's words, his face instantly darkened. This Bai Rui was too arrogant and his words were very unpleasant. He snorted coldly and said: "It's too early to discuss winning or losing now. Only after fighting will you know. Besides, I thought you would be the one who got hurt."

"Boy, you don't have to talk too fast with me. I have never met an opponent at the same level. It's effortless for me to deal with you!" After finishing speaking, Bai Rui's eyes widened and he stepped forward. He ran towards the long voyage at top speed.