Chapter 759

"Thank you, headmaster Ye. Since I am the referee, I will be fair and just. Please rest assured, please rest assured!"

The drunken man stepped into the air.

Standing between Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan, he stretched out his hand to them and said with a smile:

"Two Tianjiao, today is a big day for the ethereal sect to be promoted to four stars. It is not suitable to see blood. Therefore, the two sides are limited to 800 rounds."

"If there is no winner in 800 rounds, it will be a draw."

"How?"

The drunkard looked left and right, as if waiting for their decision.

"I have no problem." Han Yonghui nodded.

"Naturally, there is no problem." Zhou Fengyuan also nodded and looked at Han Yonghui with sarcasm in his eyes.

He was indeed instructed, so he challenged the disciples of the ethereal sect and was ready to crush them.

In this way, we can sweep the face of the ethereal sect.

"OK, I'll count three and start right away."

The drunkard retreated as he said, "three, two, one and a half, one, start!"

When it comes to "one and a half", the whole audience sprayed rice. I didn't expect that the drunkard was so skinny.

With the word "start" blurted out, Han Yonghui and Zhou Fengyuan officially went to war.

"The shadow of the sword is clear!"

The inferior Lingbao flying sword behind Han Yonghui automatically came out of the scabbard. He held the sword formula in his left hand and held the flying sword in his right hand. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword awns were cut out.

"Small skills!"

Zhou Fengyuan put his hands together, and the soft armor on his body surface burst out a heavy light shield to block countless swords.

Then he began to fight back!

"Hong yuanlei Guang!"

Zhou Fengyuan suddenly opened his hands, and a large number of thunder lights appeared in the palm. His two hands waved and chopped alternately at high speed, making the palm thunder like thunder blades, splitting towards Han Yonghui.

Clang clang!

Han Yonghui slashed with his right hand to block a lot of thunder, and pinched with his left hand to form a sword shield to cover himself and resist the thunder that missed the net.

You come and I go.

It didn't take long to fight more than 100 rounds.

"The disciples of the ethereal sect are just like this. They are at this level, hahaha!" Zhou Fengyuan became more and more arrogant.

Han Yonghui remained silent.

The temptation is over. It's time to end the competition by thunder... Han Yonghui said secretly.

The next moment.

Zhou Fengyuan was shrouded in an invisible force, which made him feel depressed all over. After all the momentum broke out, he dissipated the invisible force.

This is divine power!

After joining the ethereal sect, Han Yonghui closed down for a period of time and practiced the auxiliary skill "nine turns to heaven and God formula", which reached the God level chapter, and his mental power soared.

"What magic power is this?"

Zhou Fengyuan was shocked.

After breaking through the suppression of God's mind, he turned around and suddenly found Han Yonghui in front of him, holding a sword in both hands.

Qiang!

Zhou Fengyuan didn't have time to dodge. He was split by a sword and his soft armor cracked. The whole person was hit by the heavy force and hit the ground heavily.

Han Yonghui pulled back at the last moment.

Otherwise, Zhou Fengyuan will not only fall to the ground, but even people with armor will be split by flying sword.

"It's worth exchanging tens of thousands of points from zongmen mall. It's really sharp!" Han Yonghui looked at the inferior Lingbao flying sword in his hand and couldn't put it down.

Whoosh!

Han Yonghui accelerated his fall, put his foot on Zhou Fengyuan's chest, and the tip of his flying sword against Zhou Fengyuan's neck.

meanwhile.

The divine power surged out and firmly suppressed Zhou Fengyuan, making it difficult for him to move.

"Admit defeat!"

Han Yonghui smiled.

Zhou Fengyuan was very unwilling and shouted, "you cheat! Dear predecessors, I am suppressed by an invisible force. This is definitely not the means of ethereal sect disciples! "

"No cheating!"

But when the drunkard said, he suddenly poured a mouthful of dragon people's medicinal wine and explained: "this is the power of God's mind, which is similar to the same music. Han Yonghui, a disciple of the ethereal sect, won this war!"

Han Yonghui's victory immediately triggered public discussion.

"The disciples of the ethereal sect are very strong!"

"These are only three generations of disciples. Wouldn't it be stronger if they were the second generation and the first generation?"

People don't know that Han Yonghui is the strongest disciple of the three generations. In fact, he can even crush most of the second generation disciples.

Even, not lost to the generation of disciples at the end of the crane.

"Very powerful mental power. I should have practiced a subtle and profound auxiliary skill." Yuluo Zhunsheng whispered.

The crowd heard his voice and nodded silently.

Seeing that no one had any objection to the victory or defeat of the competition, Zhou Fengyuan looked very blue.

He ran back to his place in dismay, bowed his head and said nothing.

The leader of Tianmiao holy city glanced at Zhou Fengyuan, and a different color flashed in the depths of his pupils. Unexpectedly, the disciples of the ethereal sect were so strong that even Zhou Fengyuan lost.

however.

Entrusted by Yin rurong, he arranged some Tianjiao to challenge and defeat the disciples of the ethereal sect in public. Naturally, Zhou Fengyuan would not be the only card.

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Mucheng. The competition just now is really eye opening. Li is not talented and wants to challenge any disciple of the ethereal sect."

Someone stood up again.

This is a handsome young man in white robe.

The whole body has reached the triple peak of Shenyuan realm.

When he laughed, he gave people a sense of evil charm, but it didn't have some attraction.

Many women saw it, and they all brightened up.

"I don't know which Tianjiao of the ethereal sect is willing to fight with me?" Li Mucheng ascended to heaven and asked the seat where the ethereal sect disciple was sitting.

"Let me do it!" Wang Ping'an smiled and came to the sky with the black pot on his back.

"A young man with a black pot on his back, who is this?"

Wang Ping'an's strange dress immediately attracted the attention of major forces.

"This is Wang Ping'an, a disciple of the ethereal sect. It is said that he is a very powerful alchemist."

"Ah, Alchemist?"

Everyone was stunned.

How do alchemists compete?

Such practitioners usually sit in the rear of the town and get the protection of countless strong people. They can refine pills safely every day.

If you really want to compete, it should also be a competition for alchemy!

What's it like to fight directly?

Is it difficult that there is no one in the ethereal sect?

Or does the ethereal sect think that sending an alchemist can defeat the top Tianjiao of other forces?

People from all major forces are puzzled.

"Shenyuanjing double... Taoist friend, you are not my opponent!" Li Mucheng waved his hand again and again.

An alchemist who is a little lower than him dares to compete with himself. Does he want to lose on purpose?

Li Mucheng thought.

"Ha ha, you are right. You are so handsome, have high cultivation and strong strength. I am definitely not your opponent."

"Maybe I'll lose with one move."

"However, I still want to compete with you and try the power of my newly developed crazy explosive pill."

Wang Ping'an smiled.

"Take me to try Dan?" Li Mucheng was so angry that he kept grinding his teeth. Remembering that he had come to frustrate the spirit of ethereal Zong, he sneered and decided to fight with Wang Ping'an.

High in the air.

"Three, two, one, start!"

This time, the drunkard had no skin. He shouted three two one and quickly opened the prelude to the competition.

"Boy, you took the initiative to find abuse. No wonder I did." Li Mucheng sneered.

He pinched his hands, ready to use his magic power.

"Blow it up!"

At this time, Wang Ping'an held a heaven and earth bag in his left hand, reached in with his right hand, grabbed dozens of black pills and smashed them at Li Mucheng.

He felt it was not enough and smashed it several times.

In an instant.

Hundreds of crazy explosive pills surrounded Li Mucheng and exploded successively, producing a terrible shock wave. At the same time, accompanied by black clouds, they covered everyone's sight.

"You are poisonous!"

In the dark clouds, Li Mucheng's angry roar came out, followed by his stuffy hum.

Bang!

In the shocked eyes of the crowd, Li Mucheng fell to the ground from the dark clouds, his clothes were ragged, and a black airflow was ejected from his nose.

When Li Mucheng coughed, black smoke came out of his mouth.

His whole body was dark, like being thrown into an ink tank, emitting an unpleasant smell of burning.

How miserable it must be!

"Ha ha, it's powerful!"

The king fell to the ground safely with a smile on his face.

Everyone looked at this scene and was all dumbfounded.

Although some alchemists know that they can refine a pill dedicated to explosion, which is powerful. It can be regarded as a life-saving means for alchemists. It's not surprising.

But.

Like Wang Ping'an, there are hundreds of explosive pills in one shot. It's extravagant to the point of madness!

Countless people smoke from the corners of their mouths.