If there is anyone who knows Han Ying's strength best, it is Han Bing.

After all, she has been with Han Bing since the Qi Refining Stage. Han Bing also knows her own qualifications and skills very well. Now that they have both entered the Yuan Stage, Han Bing undoubtedly knows Han Ying best.

A person of strength.

The Qingfeng Sanren still had no expression on his face, and after saying "Please!" coldly, he started to take action directly.

At the stage of Nascent Soul, a monk's own perception ability is already very sharp. Just by looking at the opponent's breath, he can roughly judge the opponent's strength and how much threat he can pose to himself.

Therefore, when facing Han Ying, even though Qingfeng Sanren was slightly better in cultivation, he still did not dare to underestimate his opponent.

Then he opened his mouth and spit out his own magic weapon, a small cyan cauldron.

Under the stimulation of his magic power, the cauldron suddenly rose to a size of several feet and slammed towards Han Ying. At the same time, the aura pressure on his body suddenly burst out, launching a full-scale attack on the opponent.

The Nascent Soul stage monks have already been able to initially mobilize the vitality of the surrounding world. Therefore, as soon as Qingfeng Sanren took action, the entire heaven and earth vitality above Feiyun Lake was immediately mobilized, with majestic momentum and terrifying momentum.

Seeing this, Han Ying was not afraid at all. She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, shook her jade hand slightly, and actually took out a pair of bracelet bells on her wrist. It was unknown what kind of material the bell was made of, and its shape was small and unique.

There were five red bells on the bracelet. With this crisp sound, the bracelet bells immediately turned into a ring several feet in size, and a red light shot out from the ring, blocking the opponent.

The giant cauldron magic weapon.

Han Ying's move not only surprised Qingfeng Sanren, but also several people watching the battle not far away.

Under such circumstances, Han Ying was so arrogant that what he sacrificed was not his own magic weapon. However, judging from the aura and power of the bracelet bell, it was obviously no match for the giant cauldron.

But what is unexpected is that in the end, the bell easily caught the giant cauldron.

The only person on the field who was not surprised was probably Han Bing.

Seeing this, Qingfeng Sanren immediately increased the output of his magic power, causing his giant cauldron magic weapon to suddenly grow in size again, becoming even more powerful than before. However, even so, his giant cauldron still made no progress at all, and had been destroyed by the opponent's attack.

The red light was firmly blocked.

Qingfeng Sanren never expected that his magic weapon would be so tightly restrained by the opponent.

The battles between monks in the Nascent Soul stage are no longer as fancy as those of lower-level monks, and the outcome is often decided in just one or two rounds.

In fact, the bell on Han Ying's bracelet is called the five-color bell, and it is a rather strange magic weapon. The five bells contain the power of the five elements. Facing the opponent's giant cyan cauldron, Han Ying directly used the fire attribute.

With the power of using fire to overcome wood, and the difference in cultivation level between the two of them was not much, they were able to naturally restrain the opponent's magic weapon.

Seeing that his own magic weapon could not gain the upper hand, Qingfeng Sanren immediately waved the fly whisk in his hand, and saw that the fly whisk turned into countless thin strands that were almost invisible to the naked eye and attacked Han Ying.

Moreover, the speed is extremely fast, and the filaments are so tiny, this move can be described as extremely vicious.

In fact, everyone present knew that the whisk in Qingfeng Sanren's hand was not a common thing, so they were all shocked when they saw this scene. If the attack of this whisk was stronger, it would be impossible to prevent it.

It is not easy to deal with the tens of thousands of attacks coming from all over the sky.

Seeing that the fly whisk's attack was about to hit Han Ying, her figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, and Qingfeng Sanren's attack unexpectedly missed.

But in the eyes of those watching the battle, Qingfeng Sanren's figure disappeared together with Han Ying.

Seeing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but exclaimed: "What's going on?"

When Master Chi Yan heard this, he said coldly: "It should be the formation. This fellow Daoist Han's formation skills are really extraordinary. He was able to set up such a large formation without us noticing."

After all, Master Chi Yan is a being in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and his vision is much more sinister than Lin Feng.

The faces of Song Qingshan and Liao Wenbin on the other side immediately became extremely ugly. In their opinion, this match was basically lost.

"This woman is actually a formation master?" Liao Wenbin said in surprise.

"Master of Formation? Such attainments are probably close to the realm of Master of Formation. We have paid less attention to Canglong Valley in recent years. We never thought they would grow to such an extent?"

After hearing this, Song Qingshan couldn't help but said with emotion.

"Fellow Daoist Song, it seems we have no chance of winning this battle."

"Well, I still know a little about Lin Feng's strength, but I don't know how strong this girl Han Bing is? If this girl is as difficult as Han Ying, then the outcome will be really unpredictable."

"Hey, the three of us came here together this time. We thought that even if Canglong Valley came forward, we could subdue him. Who would have thought that it would end up like this?"

After hearing what Liao Wenbin said, Song Qingshan's brows immediately frowned.

"You must win against Lin Feng in the next game. I will finally take action against Han Bing."

"In terms of cultivation, I am better than Lin Feng, but if I want to defeat him, I must use my full strength."

"Well, it's time for us to use our full strength, otherwise we will fall short this time."

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came.

The figure of Qingfeng Sanren staggered and appeared in front of everyone. At this time, the whisk in his hand was seriously damaged, the Taoist robe on his body was in tatters, his face was pale, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Friend Daoist Han, this poor Taoist has admitted defeat."

Judging from his condition and aura, although his injury does not appear to be serious, I am afraid that the internal injury is definitely serious.

At this time, Han Ying's figure slowly appeared, and then he waved his jade hand to put away the formation, and said slowly: "Fellow Taoist Qingfeng, I accept it."

However, Han Ying's face didn't look good at this time. It seemed that to defeat the Qingfeng Sanren in the formation, Han Ying also used a lot of methods and consumed a lot of money.

Then the two of them returned to their own camps.

Han Bing just glanced at Han Ying and saw her nodding slightly, and felt a little relieved.

Lin Feng asked directly: "Junior sister Han, are you okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, senior brother. It's just that the mana consumption is a bit high, so it's not a serious problem."

"That's good, that's good."

On the other side, Song Qingshan also hurriedly asked Qingfeng Sanren about his injuries.

"Fellow Daoist Du, how is your injury?"

"It's not serious. It may take several years to recover."
Chapter completed!