The Strongest Qi Refiner

And here in the Dragon Slaying Pavilion... but no one appeared for a long time.

"Uncle Jing, let me come. I can feel that this woman on the stage is very powerful." Under the stage, Murong Jian, dressed in light blue clothes, said to the bald old man in front of him, "I trust The strength of the junior brothers, but the aura on this woman...obviously has been concealed, and it is more than just showing it... In addition, the aura on her body is very strange."

Yuan Jing frowned, still hesitating.

In the face of a little-known sect in the central region, it is obviously unreasonable to send an ace in the first small game.

Furthermore, Yuan Jing also has selfishness.

He is the leader of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion in this Hundred Sect Competition.

In the team, there is his direct disciple Yuan Hao.

The reason why he brought Yuan Hao was to let him appear, show his skills, and accumulate some sect honors.

If Murong Jian is dispatched, the opportunity will be lost in vain.

Of course, what Murong Jian said also made sense.

The strength of this female disciple of Ziyan Palace is indeed very strange.

However, Yuan Hao's strength is not weak, and his cultivation realm has reached the mid-Yuan Ying stage.

Even if this woman's real strength is twice as strong as she has shown, he is confident that Yuan Hao can win.

"Yuan Hao, you are in this game." After thinking about it, Yuan Jing made a decision.

Yuan Hao is his direct disciple, and he trusts it very much.

"Uncle Jing..." Murong Jian's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to say something.

Yuan Jing waved his hand and said, "Jian'er, I've made up my mind, let Yuan Hao play this game... There's no reason to play the trump card at the beginning..."

Murong Jian wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

"Senior Brother Murong, please believe me, I will definitely win the victory for Zhanlong Pavilion!" Yuan Hao bowed to Murong Jian and said.

Murong Jian nodded lightly and instructed: "Junior brother, be careful with everything. If you feel something is wrong, you can immediately raise your hand to signal your defeat, and don't force it."

Yuan Hao clasped his fists at the brothers behind him and jumped onto the competition stage.

Showing strength on a stage as big as the Hundred Sects is a dream for any sect disciple.

And if you can win, it is a great honor.

Yuan Hao stood on the stage and felt the gazes from all around him, only to feel a burst of pride in his heart.

This is his dream!

Climb the stage of the Hundred Zongs Competition and win!

"Zhanlong Pavilion, Yuan Hao." Yuan Hao looked at Xiumei in front and clasped his fists.

Xiumei stood there, expressionless and without any introduction.

"clang!"

At this time, the bell rang!

This much-anticipated battle of the spotlight has begun!

"Dragon Slaying Art!"

Yuan Hao shouted loudly, not intending to spare any effort.

He wants to solve this battle in the most direct and swiftest way!

In the magic trick, Yuan Hao's body glowed with a crimson light.

He clasped his hands in front of him, condensing a crescent machete.

The machete presents a posture of burning flames, and the breath is pressing!

Yuan Hao held the machete in both hands and slashed towards Xiumei in front of him!

"boom!"

A half-moon-shaped flaming sword energy blasted towards Xiumei!

Xiumei's figure flashed and moved out.

"boom!"

But at this time, Yuan Hao rushed towards the position where she landed!

In two seconds, Yuan Hao appeared in front of Xiumei and slashed down with a machete!

As far as the position of the embroidered plum is concerned, it is inevitable!

Yuan Hao exerted a little force with both hands, so that the position of the blade was deviated, and he did not slash at Xiumei's head.

But in the next second, when the blade was about to touch Xiumei's shoulder, a cloud of gray gas burst out from Xiumei's body!

"call!"

The gray gas instantly wrapped Yuan Hao in it.

For a while, the two figures could no longer be seen clearly!

"Damn it! Don't use this trick!" Many spectators in the auditorium shouted loudly!

They had just seen the exciting duel, but their vision was blocked.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the gray air, there were bursts of muffled noises.

The sound, which lasted for nearly ten seconds, stopped abruptly.

The audience also fell into silence, staring closely at the competition stage.

Under the stage, Murong Jian frowned.

The gray gas slowly dissipated.

But before the ashes dissipated, a figure flew out of the ashes.

"boom!"

The figure fell heavily to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Judging from the clothes on his body... this person is Yuan Hao from Dragon Slaying Pavilion!

At this moment, Yuan Hao was covered in blood, and the blood splashed all around his body, motionless.

The gray gas completely dissipated, and Xiumei's figure appeared.

There was also a lot of blood on her purple-gold robe, but it was obviously the other party's... because she couldn't see any wounds on her body.

This competition... is this over?

Dragon Slaying Pavilion, defeated! ?

"...The first small game, Ziyan Gong won!" The referee was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered and announced the result.

"boom!"

From the venue of Zhanlong Pavilion, a figure rushed out and fell on the competition stage in an instant.

It is Yuanjing.

Yuan Jing picked up Yuan Hao and saw the various parts of his body that had sunk, and his eyes were splitting.

Although Yuan Hao is still breathing... but this kind of injury, even if cured, will become disabled!

"You..." Yuan Jing's eyes were red, and she glared at Xiumei in front of her.

But at this time, Xiumei had turned around and walked towards the rear.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

This Purple Flame Palace, this female disciple...how could she be so powerful?

Even the elite disciples sent by the Dragon Slaying Pavilion in the Northern Capital... are not her opponents...

Moreover, it is also very easy to solve...

"My God, this Purple Flame Palace... I'm afraid it will be famous in the hot summer after this hundred sects competition!"

...

Fang Yu stood on the steps of the auditorium on the other side, staring straight ahead, where the remnants of the Ziyan Palace were located.

He could see clearly the situation on the competition stage.

That cloud of gray air... It's not that simple.

And this group of gray gas, not only the woman has the same aura.

One of them, the breath on his body obviously overwhelmed the other five.

This person is likely to be Jiang Dao!

"Six people in total... Do I kill them one by one, or all of them at once?" Fang Yu stared at the six figures in front of him, and the corners of his mouth filled with a cold smile.