I Have Ten Strongest Beasts

With a loud bang, Liu Qinghe's position inside the battle platform was completely covered by water vapor, and it was completely impossible to see Liu Qinghe's situation inside from outside the arena.

The corner of Wang Feng's mouth twitched into a chuckle, and he walked towards Liu Qinghe step by step with the long sword in his hand. Wherever he stepped, the black ice suddenly melted, and it melted directly under the high temperature.

When approaching the water mist, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and the surrounding water vapor turned into staring crystals, constantly attacking Wang Feng, but when it got close to Wang Feng's body, it was directly melted by the scorching heat open.

Looking at Liu Qinghe who was half kneeling on the ground with traces of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Wang Feng's smile became even stronger.

After the mist cleared from the battle arena, everyone saw the situation of Liu Qinghe inside through the barrier, and couldn't help but burst into an uproar.

"What happened just now! Why is Liu Qinghe suddenly invincible!"

"Hey, it's a pity, if Wang Feng didn't have the fire attribute technique, maybe Liu Qinghe still has the power to fight."

"The performance of these two people is too impressive. Liu Qinghe is not inferior to Wang Feng in terms of strength and technique, but his attributes are restrained."

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Wang Feng slowly raised his long sword, pointed at Liu Qinghe's eyebrows, and let out a chuckle.

"Brother Liu, how are you?"

Listening to the whispers and Wang Feng's words from the people in the surrounding stands, Liu Qinghe's face gradually turned livid, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"I surrender!"

Liu Qinghe lowered his head and said softly, he knew in his heart that unless his own strength realm far surpassed Wang Feng, otherwise he would not be able to break the balance of attribute restraint, even if he continued to fight, he would have no hope of victory.

Hearing Liu Qinghe's words, Wang Feng put away his long sword, laughed and left the battle arena.

"This round, Wang Feng wins!"

"What a fantastic game!"

The referee quickly stepped onto the stage and said fiercely.

"Next time, Jiang Bailin vs. Wu Xu!"

The voice on the stage sounded, Jiang Bailin looked dignified, and walked onto the stage slowly, feeling a little heavy with every step.

It's not that he's afraid to stand up to Wu Xu, but in the few confrontations, Wu Xu is a despicable person who uses insidious tricks. If it's a serious competition, he can easily beat Wu Xu.

After concentrating on training for this period of time, no matter what, he has reached the early stage of the Mortal Transformation Realm, and he can still sweep all the contestants.

"The competition begins!"

Wu Xu stood opposite Jiang Bailin, with a disdainful smile on his lips, he shouted sharply, "Qinglian swordsmanship! Burning fire!"

Countless flames shot out from behind him, and there was a sharp sword hidden in each flame.

"Isn't this going to put people to death?"

"Oh, you don't know, this ginger white phosphorus offended that fat man before!"

"Fatty? That's from the Wu family!"

"What? The Wu family?"

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The people in the audience exclaimed again and again, looking at Jiang Bailin sympathetically.

The Wu family is a big family in Shanglin Province, but unlike those big families that rank among the top few, their family power has gradually weakened since his grandfather's generation.

Wu Xu's father, like him, was a person who relied on pills to improve his spiritual power. He didn't have a long way to go on the road of cultivation. He was obsessed with beauty all day long, and now he is no different from an ordinary person.

As for Wu Xu, he was just following this old path.

Wu Xu's mother was the first wife, but after a few days of their wedding, Wu Xu's father stopped going to her room and spent all day outside.

It is precisely because of this that she hopes that Wu Xu can stand out from the crowd, devote himself to cultivation, and become a strong man as soon as possible to lead her out of this abyss.

This Hairpin Conference was an opportunity she committed herself to begging her own brother Wang Feng for.

But it is a pity that Wu Xu has been influenced by his father's side since he was a child, and he only wants to eat his family's money, and he doesn't want to practice.

Even the current Lingtian Realm is a realm he only reached in order to deal with his mother.

How can a person who has no intention of cultivating be able to defeat a person like Jiang Baiphos who devotes himself to cultivating?

Jiang Baiphos has strange eyes, and most people don't know each other, and almost everyone is optimistic about Wu Xu.

Countless flames rushed over, Jiang Baiphos rose into the air, floating lightly in the air, the sword surrounded by flames rushed out of the field, flew to the drum beating in front, and instantly burned into one piece.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire!" shouted the drummer next to him, rushing to find water to put out the fire.

The people present were extremely indifferent, as if they had nothing to do with themselves, no one put out the fire with spiritual power, Suning glanced sideways, and didn't want to clean up the mess.

A local ruffian like Wu Xu should let more people see his disgusting operations, and then let everyone present know that this person is not worthy of appearing on the field.

"Good skill! I just don't know how many tricks you can dodge me?" Wu Xu sneered, the fat on his face was piled up together, and his wretched smile made Jiang Baiphos want to vomit.

"Who said you are only allowed to make moves?" Jiang Bailin chuckled and landed slowly, a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and with a movement of his wrist, the black iron sword appeared in his hand.

After murmuring a few words, the black iron sword rose in front of him, trembling violently.

"out!"

With an order, the black iron sword approached Wu Xu, the sword energy opened up a path in the air, the powerful breath attached to the blade, and the sword body was surrounded by a layer of white light.

The sharpness of the blade makes it seem like you can hear the sound of the black iron sword cutting through the air.

"Not good!" Wu Xu frowned, and tried to hide from the side, but was still injured by the blade. The blade on the right cut through his sleeve in an instant, and passed by his arm.

"ah!"

"Get out of the way!"

"No, I trust Brother Jiang."

The people on the stage exclaimed, and many people got up and tried to escape. Pang Jiu'er smiled slightly, remained motionless, and said calmly.

Although Jiang Bailin's skills are not as good as Suning's, he will never be weak. It is easy to beat Wu Xu.

The blade was stained with a layer of blood, and the body of the sword became even more shiny. Jiang Bailin paused and appeared in front of the black iron sword, holding the hilt with his right hand, and his hair fluttered in the breeze.

All of a sudden, Jiang Bailin was in high spirits, which aroused applause from the crowd.

"Good job!"

"It's so handsome!"

"I didn't expect this game to be so exciting!"

It really is a battle between the strong, so it is worth watching. Everyone thought so, and at the same time had a guess about the result of this match.

Just relying on Jiang Bailin's movement of withdrawing his sword, it has already far surpassed Wu Xu by a lot.

Like Wu Xu, who disregards his life and property in the arena, even if he wins, everyone will not like him.

Thinking of this, the battle on stage is still going on.

Wu Xu snorted, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his head, he gritted his teeth and quickly circulated his spiritual power, and took out a fifth-grade Guyuan pill from his bosom, the wound on his arm healed quickly, and the huge wound had already been seen A slit.