In fact, facing the spiritual weapon of the monk surnamed Fang, the foundation-building monks present did not have much fear in their hearts. If they encountered it in other places, there would be ways to resist it, but in the competition arena,

The space is small and difficult to display.

At this time, the old man in sackcloth suddenly appeared, and the scene was immediately filled with uproar.

From what everyone said, Qin Fengming already knew that this old man was also a very famous person here. His name was Liu Daotong, and he practiced in Chuanyun Mountain, which is 60,000 to 70,000 miles away from here. Among the monks of the same level, his methods were the best.

But it’s also extremely amazing.

Although the monks surnamed Liu and the monks surnamed Fang did not have a close relationship, they had heard about each other. When they saw each other, they both raised their vigilance to the extreme.

"Haha, Liu wants to ask fellow Taoist Fang for advice, and I hope fellow Taoist Fang will be merciful."

Although the monk surnamed Liu was polite in his words, his face showed no expression at all and remained as cold as ice.

"I don't dare. I hope fellow Taoist friends can make some concessions."

The two of them had finished their conversation and held each other's fists without saying any more. They both knew that this battle would be extremely dangerous, so they both concentrated their attention and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Following the instructions from the ancestor of the Xiao family, the two of them used their own methods to fight together.

After the ball spiritual weapon flashed out, it still wrapped the body of the monk surnamed Fang. It rotated at high speed and hit the monk surnamed Liu standing in front.

But just as the monk surnamed Fang sacrificed the ball, the old man surnamed Liu standing opposite made a seal in his hand, and suddenly, a blue mist gushes out from his body.

In the blink of an eye, his body was completely wrapped, and then the green mist spread around very quickly. In two or three breaths, it spread to a distance of twenty or thirty feet in radius. And there was no intention of stopping at all.

Still spreading outward.

Just when the old man surnamed Liu was casting a spell, the ball wrapping the monk surnamed Fang was already close to the green mist, and in a flash, he jumped into the mist.

"Bang, bang..."

Immediately, a series of huge impact sounds were heard from the dense fog.

Separated by the cyan mist, the foundation-building monks present could not penetrate the barrier. Their spiritual consciousness could only penetrate a few feet into the mist, and could not enter any further.

However, with Qin Fengming's powerful consciousness, he could still clearly see what was happening in the mist at this time.

At this time, within the cyan mist of the old man surnamed Liu, the speed of the huge spherical spiritual weapon dropped sharply, and it was moving slowly within the mist.

Outside the ball, there were streaks of blue sword energy several feet long that were constantly attacking. Under the attack of this sword energy, the huge ball could not help but pause slightly and shook violently.

The monk surnamed Fang, who was inside the sphere, was also greatly shocked at this moment. The opponent's demonic mist was extremely powerful.

Not only can it block the rapid flight of spiritual weapons, but it can also transform into sword energy, making it difficult for the ball to get in front of the opponent. If it goes on for a long time, it will definitely be broken by this huge sword energy.

As soon as he thought this, the monk surnamed Fang moved his mind, and the huge ball flew out of the green mist with great difficulty, and stopped thirty feet away.

"Fellow Daoist Liu's Green Miasma Technique is really powerful, which greatly impressed Fang." The ball was retracted, revealing the face of the old man surnamed Fang.

"Haha, fellow Daoist Fang, if you don't come up with real means, I'm afraid you won't be Liu's enemy." Under the rolling blue mist, he did not pursue, but hesitated on the spot.

Although the two of them spoke politely, their voices were extremely cold.

"Forget it, let Fang learn the power of fellow Taoist's Qing Mi Jue." Following the words of the monk surnamed Fang, he could see his hands making the secret, and his expression became extremely solemn.

In just a moment, a layer of colorful light flashed out from his hands, wrapping them up.

After a pause, I saw his right hand raised, and then shot forward quickly.

As his palm moved, a colorful palm print flew forward rapidly. After leaving his hand, it quickly grew in size. When it flew more than ten feet, it had already become two or three feet high.

This palm print carried an astonishing pressure and rushed directly towards the cyan mist, and was instantly submerged in the mist. A hole appeared, but it was covered by the cyan mist in an instant.

"Hoo~~bang~~"

Following the sound of breaking through the sky, a crisp sound came from the blue mist, and then a loud shout was heard:

"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Fang's methods are really powerful." His voice was full of anger. It seems that the old man named Liu must have suffered a small loss under the blow of the monk named Fang just now.

The monk surnamed Fang looked solemn and did not answer. His lips were tightly closed, but his hands kept moving forward. Huge colored palm prints kept flashing and struck the monk surnamed Liu one after another.

The old man surnamed Liu, who was invisible in the green mist, would not be attacked by this attack again. The magic power in his body was circulating, and the green mist was rolling violently. One after another, huge green palm prints appeared and went towards the colorful palm prints.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

When the two huge palm prints collided, the sound of huge collisions was immediately heard from the scene. When the two huge palm prints intersected, they actually dissipated in the air at the same time, showing a state of even strength.

This kind of attack by the two monks is much more powerful than the spiritual weapon. If the top spiritual weapon collides with it, it will definitely be difficult to destroy the palm print.

Everyone at the scene knew that the two monks fighting at this time were both burning their own magic power to fight again. Looking at this situation, if you want to determine the winner, only one of them has insufficient magic power to achieve results.

The two people on the scene were unable to move forward or retreat at this time. They could only use their magic power to attack each other in the hope that the other party's power would be exhausted soon.

While watching coldly, Qin Fengming already knew that fighting in this way would be extremely detrimental to the old man surnamed Liu. The green mist outside his body was originally an illusion of his magic power. Although the reason for his technique could be used to activate it instantly, it also required

It consumes a lot of mana.

The huge cyan palms also rely on their own mana. Every time one is lost, the mana will be weakened by one point.

Although the monk surnamed Fang also used his own magic power to attack, he had no other concerns and his magic power was only wasted on the palm seal. In the long run, the old man surnamed Liu will definitely be defeated.

Before the meal was over, the result that Qin Fengming expected appeared in front of everyone.

The old man surnamed Liu was finally defeated due to lack of magic power, and was helped to the stand by the Xiao family members.

The victorious monk named Fang also looked pale, his body could not help but tremble, and he was already overwhelmed.

Five hours later, the monk surnamed Fang stood up, and by this time he had returned to normal.

Facing the stands, he smiled slightly and said: "Fang has returned to normal. I wonder which fellow Taoist will come out to compete with Fang again."

After the battle just now, all the foundation-building monks were silent in their hearts. Facing the old man named Fang, everyone knew that he was definitely no match for him.

There was silence for a long time, and no one came on stage. Just when the ancestor of the Xiao family was about to announce that the monk named Fang had won the competition, a calm voice sounded:
Chapter completed!