Chapter 92 Challenge

A ten-foot square platform, Zhang Yi was arrogant and raised his chin without even looking at the Huanglong Taoist disciples below.

Lie Xian is secretly proud that the second-rate sect is the second-rate sect. The same condensation layer of cultivation is so big. He watched Zhang Yi lightly beat the three Huanglong Taoist disciples off the test platform. Although they were competing, the three disciples were all blue-nosed and swollen, and they looked very miserable.

Wei Yifei and Song Jing watched under the stage. Song Jing remained calm and only watched the disciples of his school challenge one by one. Wei Yifei's eyes beat, and a mass of anger in his heart rushed up. What he didn't like most in his life was this kind of self-righteous and arrogant young person. If he were a disciple of Huanglong Taoism, he would definitely teach him a lesson, but now he can't.

What made Wei Yifei helpless was that several relatively strong disciples who went up did not last until 20 moves. This boy from the Fire Gate is really good at it!" He sighed and could only watch how Song Jing dealt with it.

"Who else will challenge?" Seeing that no one came forward, Zhang Yi turned his eyes and swept all the disciples present.

Wei Yifei and Song Jing frowned at the same time.

Lie Xian saw it seriously and immediately smiled and said, "Brother Song, forgive me. I'm very sorry that my brother was spoiled by my uncle!" With that, he showed a very apologetic expression.

Song Jing frowned more deeply. Not everyone among the disciples of Liehuomen can be surnamed Lie, either the head of the sect or a very excellent disciple. No matter which one it is, this strong string is a powerful role. Song Jing has to admit that it takes a very strong personal charm to manipulate a person to fight for himself.

He said, "It doesn't matter. Huanglong Taoism belongs to the Fire Gate. The relationship between the two can be said to be cold. In this competition, winning or losing is irrelevant."

The smile hanging on Liexian's face disappeared in an instant. When he heard Song Jing say the words "reath and teeth are cold", he obviously aggravated his tone. Is this warning himself not to go too much? Looking up at his brother who was already warlike, he couldn't let the matter have a good ending. Suddenly, he had a headache.

"I'll challenge!"

Suddenly, a lazy voice said, and everyone turned their heads to look at the sound. I saw a man in blue clothes, with messy hair and a beard tilted his head, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and kept pouring wine into his mouth.

Wei Yifei blushed and pointed to the man and scolded, "Get back. What's the point of drunk all day?"

The man was angry when he saw Wei Yifei, as if the wine was also awake a little. His soft body casually checked his head, but he looked very respectfully. He said, "Disciple Zhang Wenxiong visited the master."

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up and pointed to Zhang Wenxiong and said, "Uncle Wei, is this the useless apprentice you mentioned?" He touched his chin with his right hand, squinted his eyes, and said in a faint and arrogant tone, "It seems that it's really not good."

Wei Yifei was furious. Just as he was about to attack, he heard Zhang Wenfeng shout, "Don't be rampant." After saying that, his body shook and fell on the test bench like a teleportation.

Zhang Yi was shocked, but he didn't think there could be any master of Huanglong Taoism. Perhaps only Wu Weiyi, who had ten layers of condensed veins in the legend, was two masters. He asked very calmly, "What cultivation?"

Zhang Wenfeng said lazily, "You are the first layer of condensation and I am the second layer of condensation. If you think it's unfair, you can ask your brother to play." He said that he glanced at the strong strings under the stage with his eyes.

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, "As an alcoholic, you don't need my brother Liexian to take action."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled indifferently and said, "Ha ha, I'm drunk now, and we are learning from each other again. In case I hurt my younger brother, it's not good."

Zhang Yi listened to the drunkard's tone and said, "You are still worried that you will be hurt by me."

Zhang Wenfeng hit a big wine partition, and a smell of wine rushed to Zhang Yi on his back. The smell was so bad that Zhang Yi couldn't help breathing slightly, and his hands shook slightly. A spell had been tightly held in his hand, waiting for the drunkard in front of him to do it first. Looking at the swaying opponent, he was full of confidence and could try the next move to defeat the enemy.

"Puff!"

Zhang Wenfeng poured a big mouthful of wine again, but this time he did not swallow it and suddenly spewed out. The wine turned into a water mist and went head-on towards Zhang Yi. Then the magic formula in his hand was slightly pinched, and the water mist suddenly changed and condensed into small ice needles.

Looking at the overwhelming ice needles, Zhang Yi's face was still as usual, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a slightly upturned arc. Pediatrics. He could see that the spell changed so fast that it exceeded his estimate, but the attack power was too weak. With a shaking of his right hand, the long-held spell met him. A flame quickly rotated around his body, and all the ice needles around him shot into the flames. Suddenly, the air crackled, and the extremely cold and hot met, making a violent explosion sound.

The ice needles were melted by the flames one by one and turned into a faint water mist. Zhang Yi's proud face was more obvious, and the drunkard in front of him was just a little pale.

Zhang Wenfeng's drunken eyes suddenly flashed a spiritual light. He spewed out a mouthful of wine again, and then the trick was introduced. The water mist suddenly turned rapidly, and the rotating water atomized into nine tornadoes, spinning around Zhang Yi.

The tornado rotates quickly and makes a roar of the wind. This competition stipulates that magic weapons cannot be used.

Zhang Yi looked at the extremely unstable nine tornadoes around him and seemed to have signs of flying away uncontrollably. If you fly away, you still have to use powerful and lethal tricks. He made up his mind.

Stop controlling the flames around him, his hands are as brilliant as flowers, and he quickly pinched his fingers, and a fiery red sword about five feet long condensed out. Disease!" He pointed a little, and as soon as his sword breath came out, he hurriedly cut towards Zhang Wenfeng.

These nine tornadoes are not lethal, but their own sword is amazingly lethal. He believed that Zhang Wenfeng would definitely save himself, emit a sword spirit, pinched his left hand, and a fiery transparent armor shrouded him, which turned out to be a charm.

One by one, the nine water mist completely absorbed the flames. Zhang Yi completely ignored the sword spirit that came to him. The formula in his hand moved and said gently, "Condensation!"

The rotating wind suddenly disappeared, and the sword spirit was affected by the airflow, shifted half a foot to the left, and cut from Zhang Wenfeng's left ear.

The thrilling made the disciples below sweat secretly.

At this time, the field "boom" resounded, and in the explosion, a large mass of fog enveloped the whole test bench.

"Ah~" At the same time, a sad cry came from the stage.