The young handsome men took turns to rise like a tide, rising and falling. The mysterious power of various attributes and colors was like butterflies flying all over the sky, dazzling.
Various mysterious skills were displayed on the stage one by one, and the audience was amazed. Ye Junlin was secretly happy because under the "record" of "Wuji Tianmu", as long as he practiced a little, these mysterious skills would become his "in his pocket".
Xia Feifei looked at Ye Junlin who was like a "rural bully entering the city" and sneered with extreme disdain.
In the face of Xia Feifei's sarcasm, Ye Junlin has long been accustomed to it. If you are willing to mock him, then you mock him, and I just pretend that he didn't hear it.
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The competition was very fast. In just half a day, three of the four advanced players have already qualified. What is disappointing is that so far, only one of the three young men who have qualified was from the "cold clan", and the other two are not only from the "genius" but also have extremely outstanding identities.
Two "genius" handsome men, one named "Nangong Aoran", was born from the "White Tiger Family". Although they were only born in the illegitimate world, their reputation in the "White Tiger Imperial City" is not inferior to those of their direct descendants.
Another one is called "Pang Yiji". The Pang family behind him is the extremely famous "strategist family" in the "Celestial Immortal Realm". Pang Tong, the chief strategist of the "Celestial Immortal Realm", was his grandfather.
As soon as the two advanced, the audience was upset and immediately became angry.
This competition was originally intended to provide a chance for those poor families to make a name for themselves, but unexpectedly, they were the abominable gentry and the abominable gentry.
Therefore, the last quota became particularly important. Many poor families put in full force and vowed to seize the last quota.
From the beginning of the competition, it became a white-hot heat. After a gentry child took the stage, several poor children were soon on the way up and down the arena.
Ye Junlin looked at it while holding his chin, thinking a little.
Although there are many poor children under the arena, they are not opponents of the children of the gentry just in terms of force. It is no wonder that the children of the gentry have countless mysterious skills and nourished by spiritual medicine since childhood, and are taught by the seniors of the family. I don’t know how many times superior to those poor children who can only rely on their own exploration.
It is a helpless thing that poor disciples can't beat them.
With a flash of thought, a young man in blue brocade jumped on the ring. The young man held a folding fan in his hand and a long sword with an "ice attribute" on his back. Before the sword had taken action, he had defeated seven poor children in a row.
Ye Junlin's eyebrows were slightly raised, obviously he was quite interested in this young man in blue.
But at this moment, a burst of exclamations suddenly came from the crowd, and someone shouted loudly: "Isn't this the 'Beitang Mo' of the 'Xuanwu Family', the eldest son of the Beitang!"
Once reminded, many people suddenly realized.
Beitang Mo is very famous in the "Xuanwu Imperial City". As the eldest son of the family, he has shown outstanding cultivation talent since childhood. He is only in his early twenties and is already the Great Perfection of the "Xuansheng Realm", which is quite optimistic.
With the certain identity, many poor families completely lost their confidence. Although they were extremely unwilling to accept it, to be honest, they couldn't even hold on to Beitang Mo's move.
After defeating two challengers in a row, no one dared to go up and touch Beitang Mo's bad head.
Xia Feifei touched Ye Junlin with her arm, and teased her, "I can't pay it back."
Ye Junlin responded to him with a "harmless" smile.
"That's no wonder I'm." Xia Feifei looked at Ye Junlin with a smirk on her face.
Ye Junlin suddenly had a bad premonition.
"boom!"
With a thunderclap on the ground, Ye Junlin suddenly exploded. The powerful pushing force drove Ye Junlin to the ring. In the air, Ye Junlin looked back at Xia Feifei with a resentful face.
The pushing force was too strong, so that Ye Junlin did not grasp the balance of landing, so he directly came to "dog eating shit" and fell on the ring.
The audience under the ring laughed in a mess, and Xia Feifei smiled so hard that she shook her branches.
Ye Junlin slowly got up, his face gloomy and at a loss.
The sarcasm sounds under the ring were like a tide, attacking Ye Junlin one by one:
"Hey, boy, can you do it? If you don't, hurry up and don't be embarrassed there."
"A 'high-level Xuanzun' vs. a 'high-level Xuanzun', you'll be kicked in the brain by a donkey."
"Come down now, don't waste our time!"
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Amid countless sarcasm, Ye Junlin slowly got up, patted the dust on his body, and smiled slightly at Beitang Mo.
Beitangmo looked at the young man of similar age in front of him and was very curious. He had seen many young men who were showing off and cool. However, after the show off and cool failed, he did not escape immediately. Ye Junlin was the first one he had ever seen.
I couldn't help but feel a little curious.
In life, there are always some people who feel the same way when they see it and warm when they see it.
After Ye Junlin finished tidying up his clothes, he made a "please" move to Beitang Mo who was a little surprised.
"I really want to fight?" Beitang Mo smiled and said, "You're sure."
Ye Junlin nodded and said with some impatientness: "Are you a man? Just beat me if you are a man, don't tell me?"
"Okay." Bei Tangmo nodded, waved his folding fan lightly, and three icicles pierced towards Ye Junlin. The difference in cultivation level was one large level and three small level. Bei Tangmo thought Ye Junlin was very interesting and was extremely careful when he took action.
When Ye Junlin saw the other party ‘releasing water’, he was not only not happy, but instead a little angry.
"Do you look down on me?" Ye Junlin curled his lips: "Can you still have fun?"
The sword energy was surging all over his body, and the Lielie sword energy formed an invisible barrier from his body. The "Sword Qi Divine Art" was activated. Before the three ice ripples reached his body, they were smashed to pieces by the Lielie sword energy.
Beitang Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and said that if the heroes cherish each other, then his approach is indeed inappropriate.
Without any reservation, Beitang Mo Yu moved the mysterious power of his body, like a blue sun rising slowly, and people within a radius of ten miles felt an extremely bitter cold current sweeping over.
In the stands, Ximen Ziran stared at Beitang Mo and nodded slightly: "This boy from Beitang family is really 'a scary young man'."
After Beitang Mo gathered his strength, the huge blue light instantly turned into a huge ice hockey. The ice hockey was wrapped in a covered cold air and rushed towards all directions.
The people around him couldn't help but activate the mysterious energy to resist the boundless cold.
Ye Junlin was the first to be hit, but he didn't move at all.
He looked at the huge ice hockey in Beitangmo's hand and smiled slightly on his face: "Then decide the outcome with one move!"
The crackling yellow thunder slowly grew from Ye Junlin's hands, and the yellow light shone brightly, hanging in the sky like huge stars.
"Ice Ling Jue, Ice Covered for thousands of miles!"
"Ao Lei Art, Thunder Destroys the World!"
The two of them took action at the same time, and the yellow thunder ball and the blue ice hockey flew towards each other at the same time.