Time flies, and two days pass in the blink of an eye. On this day, everyone gathered at the Qingcheng Colosseum. This ancient building is filled with the breath of time. At a glance, there are no traces of countless fights on the stone wall.
It was erased due to the passage of time, but it remained clearly.
The ancient stone carvings that have become somewhat blurry, and the three characters "Colosseum" seem to have a magical power, which is faintly coercive and overwhelming, and makes people feel arrogant and arrogant in the hearts of many unruly people.
, immediately collapsed after entering the venue, and was replaced by a layer of strong fighting spirit, which made people's blood boil.
"That's great. I didn't expect that the Tiemu family wouldn't come to participate this time. That's good, so as not to get into a fight and sneak around, which would be troublesome." Yan Xiaoyu laughed loudly. After two days of asking around in the restaurant, he listened.
There are many rumors that the Temu clan has been experiencing major events in the clan recently and has not sent any talents to participate in the leadership competition.
Yi Fan frowned and thought, and said: "But don't you think it's strange? When my adoptive father led people to encircle and suppress the Tiemu clan, it was also at the time of the struggle for leadership. At that time, the disaster of annihilation of the clan was imminent, and they also sent people to participate.
But this time I can’t come because of something, what kind of big event is it?”
"We can't control this. It doesn't matter if they don't come anyway. Everyone will definitely point the finger at them after the meeting. Maybe it's because they are afraid, so they don't dare to come. Campus almighty master." Yan Xiaoyu said.
I don't even believe what I say. With the arrogant spirit of the Temu clan, they are probably just afraid that things will not cause enough trouble. They are not afraid of such small disturbances and waves.
"Yeah!" Yi Fan nodded and didn't want to say more. He was secretly worried in his heart. He always felt that this matter was not simple. It seems that he would have to go to visit and ask for the Dragon Head Gangmu Crystal.
At this time, everyone came to the seats and looked across the duel field with a radius of one kilometer. Baidie Yunfei was sitting across from them. He glanced at Yi Fan unkindly and put his hand on a woman beside him.
Rubbing her hair gently, that woman is none other than Ling Yiyi.
Yi Fan clenched his fists, tightened his teeth, and said coldly: "I hope I can confront this beast, and I will definitely take his life." Ling Yiyi did not appear in the past two days, and must have been following Bai Dingyun Feishen.
Besides, no one knows what they can do during this period, but the more they think about it, the more unsettling they become.
Yan Xiaoyu sighed softly and whispered: "He is mine. If I encounter him, I will not hesitate to use the sword."
Yu Lingzheng stood aside quietly and said nothing, but bloodshot eyes burst out, glaring at Bai Yunfei like an evil ghost. Although he was silent, his thoughts could be discerned from his face.
"Everyone, be quiet."
Suddenly, an unusually loud sound came out, and the sound spread throughout the Colosseum. Everyone suddenly fell silent. There was silence for a moment, and they looked around to see where the sound came from.
Then, I saw an old man wearing a white cloak with a white mask on his head. The old man strolled into the venue with a bottle of wine in his hand, looking like he was drunk and infatuated, and his body was swaying as if he was about to fall at any time.
Seems like.
The old man looked around, yawned and burped, and said feebly: "Without being too long-winded, let me tell you the rules of the game first..." He murmured in a low voice, as if chanting sutras, and the voice was so small that it sounded like
It was very blurry, and everyone was a mile away. Even though Yi Fan was listening with all his attention, the content was intermittently unclear.
An hour later, the old man sometimes burst into laughter and sometimes cried with emotion. Listening carefully, it turned out that he was looking back on his life and telling stories, which had nothing to do with the competition.
Everyone knew that this person must be the host of this battle of leaders. Although they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to interrupt him.
"Yeah~ That's about it. I won't be wordy. Let's talk about the rules of the competition first..." The old man nodded with emotion and took a sip of wine.
At this time, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted angrily: "Old man, have you said enough? You said this an hour ago, when will it start?"
Everyone turned away one by one, but they didn't expect that the person who spoke was actually Prince Dexiao, Dexiaoyao. The old man looked drunk but not drunk, and giggled at him, still weakly saying: "If you want to win the game, there are only two ways to exit. One is to
Kill the opponent, and secondly, the opponent will give up and admit defeat. Later I will call out whoever is called out and fight. Anyone who does not appear within three seconds of the callout will be considered a loser."
"De Xiaoyao." The old man called out, and then he saw De Xiaoyao leaping forward, drawing an arc of light in the air. When he landed, his breath was released for an instant, and there was a "boom" sound, the wind blew wildly, and dust and smoke flew everywhere, and he appeared on the stage.
Quite gorgeous.
"Little beast." The old man continued to roll call, but no one responded. Then he murmured thousands of names, waiting for three seconds each, which added up to a lot of time. De Xiaoyao's face turned pale, and it was obvious that the old man was deliberately teasing him.
Just when De Xiaoyao was angry and about to speak, the old man suddenly said: "De Xiaoyao is the great river."
As soon as the name came out, everyone turned their attention to a burly man. They saw that the man seemed to be listening but not listening, and his body was motionless. For three seconds, he was considered to have given up.
At this time, De Xiaoyao had gone back and forth thousands of times. Unexpectedly, the old man would call out the name of a member of his clan. Their purpose was to promote De Xiaoyao to the top. How could it be wrong to do so?
The old man continued to roll call for an hour, and among the more than fifty people brought by Dexiao, more than twenty were eliminated without a fight.
Everyone did not think that the old man's move was boring, but found it very exciting. Everyone could not take their eyes off it. It all depended on how long the old man could read it. Maybe the Dexiao family would have to withdraw from the competition for the top spot today.
Until the thirty-second member of the Dexiao family was eliminated, the old man turned to chanting: "Dongfang Fei, Uncle Wen." Then the two of them entered the field, and Dexiaoyao exited the field, and he was never heard from again.
His name made him extremely depressed.
Unexpectedly, before he could take action, more than thirty people from his clan were eliminated. Recalling his rudeness just now, De Xiaoyao regretted it greatly. Fortunately, the old man showed mercy, otherwise the Dexiao family would have to withdraw from the competition for the top spot today.
It is also very possible.
"Uncle Wen, win!" Seeing that the big man named Dongfang Fei died on the field, the old man motioned for Uncle Wen to take the body away, and then read: "In the next game, Yi Fan will face Gang Jinrong."
Hearing this, Yan Xiaoyu laughed: "I didn't expect you to appear so soon. Boy, don't be careless."
Yu Lingzheng said calmly: "The Gang family is directly under Dexiao, so don't hold back."
Yi Fan frowned and sighed: "You have to fight against the corpse when you kill someone. It's disgusting."
Yu Lingzheng smiled lightly: "It's better than being killed!"
…
I saw a sturdy man stomping his feet. He flew up and landed smoothly on the duel field. With one move with his bare hands, seven yellow flags were half-hanging in the air. It was very strange. He looked just like Tiemu Khan.
Same, what he does is top-notch formation skills.
Seeing his handsome appearance, Yi Fan instead climbed down the wall in a fool's errand. His entrance was ordinary, and he was choked by the dust and coughed. It was quite embarrassing in comparison.
"Are you the Ghost Sword?" Gang Jinrong asked.
Yi Fan sneezed and immediately called out [Fen Yan], lazily saying: "Nonsense, otherwise, why would I come out?"
Gang Jinrong's eyes flashed, full of fighting spirit: "Hmph, today, Yi's son, I will avenge my people!" After saying this, his sword fingers danced wildly, and the seven flags spun, and the next moment they were suddenly thrust into the ground, cold and cold.
Drink: "Dragon Formation - Huanglong is born."
The seven flags shot out a bolt of lightning in an instant, intertwined together, and quickly transformed into a translucent wild dragon, roaring up to the sky, and then rushed towards Yi Fan.
Yi Fan looked relaxed. He already had some experience in formation techniques, so he also had some understanding.
Formation weapons are generally divided into two types, one is a flag, and the other is a fan weapon. The formations displayed by the flags are generally physical spells, that is, real attacks, which are condensed with divine breath.
Energy is used to carry out long-distance strikes through flags. Fan weapons use psychedelic flow techniques, with half attack and illusion, to create unexpected effects.
Yi Fan knew in his heart that cultivators who used flag weapons were good at long-range attacks but not good at close combat. When the mad dragon was about to approach, he suddenly snorted coldly, jumped up, stepped over the dragon's body, and approached Gang Jinrong.
Along with this, the giant dragon crashed into the ground with a loud noise, and immediately turned into a ball. In an instant, it showed its dragon posture again, turned to bite Yi Fan.
Gang Jinrong was shocked. He didn't expect that Yi Fan was so fast, and he couldn't catch up with the 'Huanglong Birth' he used. He immediately retreated, dancing and forming seals quickly, with seven flags flashing in the air, surrounding the ground.
The formation was like a wave of water, shaking out.
"Dragon Formation-Seven Dragons Move!"
As soon as the voice fell, seven flags burst into the air, and the powerful divine aura quickly turned the flags into seven giant dragons, rushing towards Yi Fan from all directions.
Yi Fan's electric eyes were as bright as a torch, and he sneered: "The fourth level of mortal transformation is indeed good, but your martial arts are too weak, so you can't stop me." As soon as his body hit the ground, the giant dragon in the sky stopped moving.
Gang Jinrong was stunned for a moment, then looked around and realized that Yi Fan was already approaching, so he once again sent the dragon flying to pursue him.
"Stupid!" Yi Fan muttered lightly, turned around and threw [Burning Flame] and shouted: "Five Spirit Sword Technique - Instant Blade Wuchen."
He could have cut down Gang Jinrong with one sword, but just to show off, he turned back to face the seven-headed dragon that was pursuing him. He saw the [Fenyan] sword flashing with purple light, striking them one by one at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.
The broken dragon head, "Bang Bang Bang Bang..." was heard five times in a row, and before it even touched the sixth dragon, the light had already dissipated.
Yi Fan made a move with his bare hands, and [Feng Yan] came to his hand instantly, and sneered: "It seems there is still some difference between the third level and the fourth level."
The remaining two giant dragons, accompanied by Gang Jinrong's double fist dance, pressed down and came to the side in an instant, no longer pursuing. At this moment, we still need to find a way to restrain the opponent's actions, and we should not attack rashly.
But how could Yi Fan not understand Gang Jinrong's thoughts? It was obvious that this man had little combat experience, his moves were brilliant, and his momentum was shocking, but they were flashy and useless.
Seeing him mobilizing the formation technique again, Yi Fan once again used the 'Instant Blade Cleansing', which instantly dispersed the two giant dragons and took away his life.
"Yi Fan, win!" The old man smiled kindly at him and said, "Don't forget to take the body with you when you leave."
Everyone was in an uproar. After seeing the battle, they knew that Gang Jinrong's strength had reached the fourth level of mortal transformation, while Yi Fan's strength was only around the third level of mortal transformation. He actually won the victory with just two moves.
Baiding Yunfei smiled at Ling Yiyi and said, "It turns out it's exactly what you said. That kid is only at the third level of mortal transformation. If you want to kill him with your own hands, you will really dirty my hands. How dare such a person
Let’s compete for the top spot, don’t laugh so hard, hahahaha…”
In the distance, De Xiaoyao clenched his fists and said angrily: "I thought he would be some kind of powerful character. Humph, the Ghost Sword is nothing more than that. It doesn't deserve to be called a knight at all. Just let me erase your name in the battle of leaders."
Deeds."
Lieshan Ling'er sneered: "The Yi family is still the Yi family after all. They have a great mouth but no ability."