Eternal First Immortal Sect

The middle-aged man's voice was very loud. Chen Xi was not far from where he was, and naturally he heard clearly. He frowned slightly, and then looked up.

Chen Xi was actually not satisfied with Huang Quan's slaughter.

But when does my own disciple need an outsider to educate?

"Do you have an opinion on what I just said?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly. He was very sensitive and said directly to Chen Xi.

"Humph!"

Chen Xi couldn't bear being arrogant in front of him the most, so he snorted coldly, and the humming tactic worked on its own.

A very mysterious force exploded in the air, and then suddenly hit the middle-aged man's body.

"Puff!" Unable to prevent the middle-aged man, he directly vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his internal organs were also seriously injured.

"Close your stinky mouth, okay?" Chen Xi smiled slightly when he saw this.

The middle-aged man's heart was extremely shocked. What a master this man was, he actually shocked himself with a cold snort.

The middle-aged man knew that he was not Chen Xi's opponent, so he didn't speak, but silently lowered his head, and then clenched his fist tightly.

The terrifying killing intent was crazily conceived in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but because he lowered his head, it was not discovered by others.

But even so, what happened here has attracted the attention of many people.

The master of the Domineering Gate looked at Chen Xi in surprise, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He still knows a little bit about the strength of the middle-aged man. Although there is a big gap with him, if he is seriously injured by a cold snort, even he can't do it.

"The lord of the Emperor faction of this day really has two brushes." The master of the Tyrant Sword Sect narrowed his eyes slightly, and a look of jealousy towards Chen Xi appeared in his heart.

After Chen Xi finished teaching the middle-aged man, he slowly recovered and continued to look at the arena below.

After Huang Quan heard Chen Xi's instructions, his attack was indeed reduced a lot, and he was no longer as brutal as before.

But it was still murderous, although it would not be deadly, but if it was attacked by Huangquan, then serious injuries would be inevitable.

"How can this guy be so strong!" Many disciples gathered together, and they looked at Huang Quan with horror.

Huang Quan's expression did not change in the slightest. Even if he gathered together, it would be nothing but scattered sand. What kind of climate could it become?

Huang Quan still went his own way. He entered the crowd alone, and the power of terror was contained in every move he made.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

"boom!"

The disciples kept being knocked into the air by Huangquan, and then fell outside the arena.

In just over ten minutes, Huang Quan actually swept all the opponents in the arena.

"It's really a bunch of waste." Huang Quan put his arms on his chest, his tone full of mockery.

"Puff!"

Those disciples who were defeated by Huang Quan were already seriously injured. Now, after hearing Huang Quan's ridicule, it is even more difficult to suppress the injuries, and one after another spit out a lot of blood.

At the third Arena where Huang Quan is located, no one can stand at this moment.

Even the referee in Fengxue Mountain looked at Huang Quan with a look of fear, shocked.

Huang Quan's performance just now has completely surpassed that referee's imagination.

"It is estimated that even me, it should not be his opponent." The referee took a deep breath and said to himself in his heart.

After Huang Quan knocked all his opponents into the air, he slowly walked out of the arena.

A full thousand disciples were actually knocked down by Huang Quan, and he became the only one to advance in the third arena.

Huang Quan's extremely domineering performance naturally attracted the attention of many people.

The contemporary descendant of Domineering Sect also looked at Huang Quan dignifiedly, and a deep jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"This guy is so strong!" With a long knife in his hand, the overbearing disciple was a little bit jealous of Huang Quan's existence, and he was not sure of Huang Quan's victory.

Chen Xi moved his gaze away from Huang Quan, and then slowly focused on Lin Qianxue.

Compared with Huang Quan's domineering, Chu Yun's politeness, Lin Qianxue showed the extreme coldness.

I saw that within ten feet of Lin Qianxue's radius, no one dared to approach her, and those who had been close to Lin Qianxue before had all turned into lifelike ice sculptures.

Lin Qianxue just stood in place, but it brought a huge sense of oppression to everyone. She was like a piece of profound ice that would never melt forever, and the others in the cold shivered.

"Damn, isn't it summer? Why is it so cold!" A disciple sneezed slowly, he hugged his shoulders tightly, and then said to himself.

This disciple was relatively far away from Lin Qianxue, and those who were closer to Lin Qianxue were frozen to the ground at this moment, and could not move at all.

"Junior Brother Huang has ended the battle, and I can't be too far behind him." Lin Qianxue turned her head and looked at Arena Three, only to find that there was no one there at the moment, so she muttered to herself.

In the next second, Lin Qianxue slowly retracted her aura, then silently took a step forward, her black hair dancing in the wind, reflecting her like a goddess.

"The world is frozen!" Lin Qianxue slowly opened her mouth, and then spit out these four words.

After Lin Qianxue stepped into the realm of Emperor Wuhuang again, some of the martial skills he had cultivated could already be used again.

However, this move does not belong to any martial arts or cheats, but as her Profound Ice Saint Body slowly awakens, she naturally derives a kind of innate supernatural power.

Suddenly, a terrifying cold air burst out of Lin Qianxue's body and swept the audience in an instant.

Countless snowflakes slowly fell from the air, and then fell into the arena.

A very shocking sight appeared, and the snowflakes were frozen in the air before they even waited for them to fall.

From where Lin Qianxue stood, rows of huge ice suddenly appeared under her feet, and then instantly swept the entire arena.

"Okay...it's cold!" A contemporary heir to a four-class school suddenly held his breath, and then subconsciously murmured.

Countless icy air slowly condensed in the air, and then quickly attached to all the disciples in the arena.

Before those disciples could react, their bodies were completely frozen, turning into countless delicate ice sculptures.

Next to Arena No. 8, the elder Fengxueshan who served as the referee found a thick quilted jacket from nowhere, and put it directly on himself.

But even so, he still shivered, and even sneezed several times.

"Frozen... I'm freezing to death!" The referee said with a trembling voice, and even a lot of frost formed between his eyebrows.