"Ouyang Daoyou praised me falsely. Your younger generation is also good, but it''s a bit heavy."


    Wang Changsheng said politely, both sides flatter each other.


    Following Wang Changsheng''s eyes, Ouyang Yuerong''s whole body is wrapped in red flames, and most of the arena turns into a sea of fire.


    Before long, the flame dissipated, and a young nun, who was not covered in clothes, lay in a huge hot pit, and her breath was dispirited.


    "I don''t think that the sword has no eyes. If I keep my hand, I will give it to the right mobile phone? That is to say, it is inevitable to fail. "


    Zhang Wuchen said with indifference.


    Wang Changsheng gave a cool smile and didn''t retort.


    In a challenge arena, a pretty girl in a green skirt drives nine green flying swords to attack Zhang Hongwu.


    Zhang Hongwu is not in a hurry. As soon as he turns over the jade hand, a small and exquisite blue bell appears in his hand.


    Dangdangdang!


    Three bells rang out, and a circle of visible blue sound waves swept out. All the blue sword Qi touched the blue sound waves, just like melting snow in spring, and they scattered and disappeared one after another.


    Green skirt girl frowned, was about to take other action, a huge fireball big house from the opposite hit.


    She snorted, her wrist trembled, and a large blue sword flew out, smashing the huge fireball and scattering the fire.


    With a flash of blue light on the top of the head, a huge cyan bell emerged, gently swaying, spurting out a large cyan sound wave.


    Green skirt girl''s body protection aura instantly broken, the whole human into a bloody rain burst, the scene is very bloody.


    "Zhang Hong is the best dancer."


    Ouyang Hongsheng frowned slightly and said to Zhang Wuchen, "Madam Zhang, let your people try not to hurt people''s lives. It''s not good for everyone if you hurt the harmony."


    There are more than one thousand immortals in the competition, and now there are 40 left. These 40 immortals have a great chance to enter the jiedan period. Zhang Hongwu kills his opponent, but Ouyang Hongsheng can''t ignore it.


    "I''ll tell her about it, but it''s hard to guarantee that the sword has no eyes."


    Zhang Wuchen readily agreed, listening to her words, she is not the same thing, maybe there is another plot.


    Wang Youwei''s luck is not good, against huangfuyu, the friar of tianlinggen.


    He offered a magic weapon and chopped it on Huangfu Yu''s arm. There was a dull sound of metal collision. The puppet beast could not hurt Huangfu Yu.


    Huangfuyu was wearing a pair of golden boxers in both hands. He looked indifferent and his eyes were a bit of banter.


    "Hey, hey, it''s my turn."


    Huang Fu Yu, with a smile, turns into a shadow and rushes to Wang Youwei.


    "I give up."


    As Wang Youwei offered a blue shield and stood in front of him, he cried out.


    The magic weapon and puppet beast can''t hurt Huangfu Yu, and Wang Youwei has little chance of winning. Of course, Huangfu Yu is the key training object of Huangfu family. If Huangfu Yu is maimed or killed, the Wang family and Huangfu family will have a dead feud. Wang Youwei asks himself that he can''t master the yardstick and simply admits defeat.


    Most of the Zhuji friars who fought with Huangfu Yu were seriously injured. Knowing that there was no chance of winning, Wang Youwei would not fight hard.


    To be a man, you should have self-knowledge. Compared with life, face is not worth mentioning. A man is flexible.


    As soon as his voice fell, Huang Fuyu was in front of Wang Youwei. His golden circle head hit the blue shield, and the Blue Shield split in an instant.


    With a dull sound, Wang Youwei''s defense was broken, and his whole body flew out, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.


    "Huangfu Yusheng!"


    With the referee a big drink, Huangfu Yu jumped out of the challenge arena.


    "Uncle Youwei, are you ok?"


    Wang Jiyun rushed to the stage and helped Wang Youwei up.


    Wang Youwei''s eyes are gloomy. He has given up. Huang Fuyu still wants to hurt him. He clearly wants to take him and warn other opponents.


    "I''m fine. This guy is a pervert. I hope Hua Xiang won''t meet him."


    Wang Youwei''s tone was feeble and his face was pale.


    "Yu''er, this kid doesn''t care. Young people are impulsive."


    Huangfu Rui sighed, obviously defending Huangfu Yu.


    "Yes! Young people are impulsive. It''s understandable that we all come here like this. "


    Wang Changsheng''s tone is flat. As a monk of Yuanying, he doesn''t resent Huangfu''s family because of this small matter.


    In fact, the championship is a way for various forces to show their strength. What Wang Changsheng is curious about is what kind of spirit Zhang Hongwu is.


    High level friars and disciples with good aptitude will hide their aptitude with secret skills. Unless the spirit person takes the initiative to tell it, other friars will not be able to see it.


    At the end of this round of competition, 20 foundation building friars entered the next round. Another 20 foundation building friars entered the competition again, and the winner entered the top 30.


    This time, Wang''s opponent is a big black faced man with a strong back. He has eight layers of cultivation, and his muscles are full of strength.At the beginning of the competition, the black faced man sacrificed a long black stick. After injecting mana, the light of the long black stick soared and turned into many shadows. With the momentum of Taishan, he went straight to Wang Huaxiang. If he was hit by many shadows, Wang Huaxiang would not die.


    Wang Huaxiang''s figure was blurred and turned into a shadow. He went straight to the black faced man. The black faced man''s attack failed, and half of the challenge arena was smashed and dusty by many stick shadows.


    With his flexible body, Wang Huaxiang scurries around in the challenge arena. The black faced man has a lot of brute force. He has no way to take Wang Huaxiang.


    Wind is a strange spirit root. In terms of speed, the black faced man really can''t compare with Wang Huafan.


    Half a quarter of an hour later, the black faced man was out of breath. Wang Huafan suddenly appeared behind the black faced man. With a flick of his finger, a dazzling blue light flew out and disappeared into the black faced man''s body.


    The black faced man''s limbs bend uncontrollably, as if an invisible hand had grasped his hands and feet.


    Countless black lines appeared on the black faced man''s body, breaking free from the wind binding technique. A blue dragon came down from the sky. The huge dragon claws pressed the black faced man on the ground and could not move.


    "Wang Huasheng."


    The referee announced that Wang Huaxiang won, and the green dragon released his paw.


    In a certain arena, Chen Yunhai smashed his right hand into the void, and countless sea water emerged. Suddenly, he turned into a five or six Zhang big blue shadow, hitting the opposite side.


    After a deafening roar, the opponent''s defense was broken, flying backwards and spitting blood.


    "Chen Yunhai wins."


    This round of competition ended soon. Ouyang Yuerong, huangfuyu, Zhang Hongwu, Chen Yunhai, Fengyun Yang, Wang Huaxiang, Ouyang Mingli, Ouyang mingshuang, Ouyang yuruo and Ouyang Yulin competed for the top ten. Wang Youwei also won the competition, and ten foundation building monks competed for the 21st to 30th place.