The blue light rises, the ice covers the ground, the sound of thunder, the sky collapses and the earth breaks.
Once the yellow thunder ball and the blue ice ball collided, a huge explosion occurred immediately. The impact was extremely strong, spreading from the ring and spreading around the square.
Among the audience, those with high cultivation felt a violent gust of wind whistling by; while those with low cultivation were directly blown away.
On the ring, countless bluestone slabs were broken in an instant, and the overwhelming dust covered the entire ring.
After the strong wind, the onlookers looked up, staring at the ring, waiting anxiously for the dust to dissipate. At this moment, everyone wanted to know who won this duel.
The dust on the ring lasted for half an hour before gradually dissipating.
At the end of the war, the figures of the two young men slowly appeared. They were all standing, without a trace of wounds on their bodies, and their clothes were a little broken, probably cut by the gravel in the explosion just now.
Beitangmo's face was filled with a smile, and Ye Junlin was still calm.
Ximen Ziran was a little surprised. Beitang Mo's combat power was extremely strong and he was even close to those warriors in the "Xuantian Tribulation Realm". What he was surprised was that Ye Junlin: a "high-level Xuan Zun" not only did not die on the spot under the full blown attack of a "high-level Xuan Saint", but instead fought evenly with the opponent.
While thinking, Ximen Ziran gently stroked the unshaved stubble on her chin and smiled softly: "It's interesting."
Beitangmo looked at Ye Junlin on the ring, and his face was still filled with a gentle smile as gentle as spring breeze.
"It seems that you are very strong, brother!" Beitangmo said, scratching his head in great embarrassment: "But I can't give it to you this time. If I can't marry the daughter of the Ximen family, my father will definitely punish me."
Beitang Mo seemed to have remembered something, something extremely unpleasant, and the smile on his face instantly turned into a sad face.
Ye Junlin looked at the guy in front of him and suddenly laughed.
Beitangmo looked at Ye Junlin and continued to whisper to himself: "But you are very strong. If you finish fighting with you, you will probably be seriously injured. If you hit those guys, you will be troublesome..."
Beitangmo said endlessly, but Ye Junlin was confused.
Beitangmo was thinking about the time he took about a dozen breaths. He suddenly slapped his head and suddenly realized, "There is a way."
After Beitangmo finished speaking, he directly ‘abandoned’ his opponent Ye Junlin, turned his head and smiled at Ximen Ziran in the stands, "Uncle Ximen, I'm in a hurry. Can you discuss something with you?"
Ximen Ziran was a little amused and cried. It was rumored that the young master of Beitang was a bit unexpected in his work, but the realm of not playing according to routine is really too high.
For the sake of face, Ximen Ziran still responded: "Nephew Beitang, just tell me if you have something to do."
Beitang Mo hugged Ximen Ziran with a little embarrassed, then pointed at the three people who had won just now, and said with a smile: "I think I can challenge the three of them at one time first, and then fight against this brother after winning the three people?"
Beitang Mo said very naively, and his words were a little naughty.
Ximen Ziran couldn't smile bitterly, and said in his heart, "This Beitang Hu really gave birth to a strange son."
Before Ximen Ziran could speak, the "Nangong Aoran" and "Pang Yiji" in the stands were already full of anger. Although the warrior from a poor family had never spoken, it can be seen from his clenched fists that he was also very angry.
"Beitang Mo, do you look down on us?" asked 'Nangong Aoran'.
Beitang Mo stuck out his tongue at him, as if saying, "I just look down on you. Why don't you accept it and come and hit me."
A playful action, like a small spark, instantly ignited the powder barrels of the three people of "Nangong Aaran", and the huge fire of anger exploded instantly.
'Nangong Aoran' pulled out the sword from his waist, jumped out of the stands, his mouth twitched slightly, and he said furiously: "Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you! But first, the sword has no eyes, and you will be proud of your life and death..."
Before he could finish his words, Beitang Mo waved his hand and said, "You fight, you fight, what are you talking about there?"
After saying that, he stuck out his tongue at 'Nangong Aoran'.
The young man from the poor family was already furious. He yelled and jumped off the ring with "Nangong Aoran".
Pang Yiqi's voice and expression were not moving, his eyes kept wandering away from Ye Junlin and Beitangmo, as if they were looking for something, and as if they were weighing the pros and cons.
Ximen Ziran looked at him and smiled and said, "Your Nephew Pang will not go down and join in the fun?"
Pang Yiji was reminded by Ximen Ziran, and then punched Ximen Ziran and said with a smile: "Sir Ximen, my nephew is not easy to kill, I just came out to practice it. Besides, I am a 'Confucian scholar', and it is not healthy to fight and kill."
"Oh?" An intriguing expression appeared on Ximen Ziran's face, and she waved her hand and smiled: "What does Nephew Pang mean?"
Pang Yizhi smiled and said righteously: "I abstain from power."
Everyone was in an uproar.
'Nangong Aoran' looked back and looked at Pang Yiji, spitting, and said viciously: "It's really a fucking no seed."
Pang Yiji was a little angry, but his face still showed that Gujing Wubo was still showing.
"It is worthy of being the 'little fox' taught by the 'old fox'." Ximen Ziran thought to himself.
Beitang Mo waved to Ye Junlin quite friendly, as if saying, "Brother, let me go?"
Ye Junlin smiled slightly and jumped off the ring.
On the ring, "Nangong Aaran" and the poor young man stared at Beitang Mo with a fierce look, as if he was about to swallow him into his mouth at any time.
Beitang Mo didn't care at all and slowly pulled out the sword around his waist.
A cold light rushed straight into the sky, and the mountains and rivers changed color. The cold wind instantly enveloped the entire Suzaku Imperial City.
Ximen Ziran looked at the long sword in Beitang Mo's hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then smiled: "It seems that the 'old turtles' of the Beitang family really value this kid. Even the 'cold light sword' of the 'synthetic head' has been passed on to this kid."
Beitangmo held the sword in his hand, and a sense of pride arose.
The Beitang family has stood for thousands of years. In addition to their own efforts and correct choices, the two treasures also make an indelible contribution.
As the "Han Guangsword" and "Xuanwu Shield" have made many contributions as the "Xuanwu Family". The "Beitang Family" has always had rules: "Xuanwu Shield" is mastered by the contemporary head of the family, while the "Han Guangsword" is controlled by the next head of the family.
Since Beitang Mo is in hand with the "Han Light Sword", it can only mean that he is the next head of the family.
As everyone watched, Beitang Mo's long sword swung out, like a blue butterfly, dancing on the ring...