A powerful person with the fourth turn of True Yuan who has not yet been selected is not in the eyes of the young man in white robe.

Besides, he finally established the image of a super strong man in front of Elder Kong.

If Xu Yi is allowed to be arrogant, this hard-earned image will collapse?

Xu Yi was extremely straightforward and immediately jumped into the circle and rushed to the young man in white robe and said, "It's time to start."

The young man in white robe said coldly, "The summer insects talk about ice, ignorance and fearlessness."

Immediately, I put the recorder horizontally in my mouth, and a ball of white mist was blowing out from the mouth of the flute, and rushed straight to Xu Yi's cover.

The white mist instantly enveloped Xu Yi. Xu Yi stepped quietly. Everyone stared at him. After three breaths, Xu Yi took three steps slowly.

The young man with white robe had flushed red face, and the recorder had blown away, and the green light was rising, and the white mist was rolling. He was about to wrap Xu Yi around, but Xu Yi still stepped on.

Four steps, five steps, six steps...

The old man with short body and the old man with red tumor stared so hard that his eyes were about to bleed. The scene in front of him was too subversive.

They had a deep understanding of the horror of the white mist floating out of the young recorder of the white robe. They were not a skill at all, and their souls could control it.

What's even more strange is that the guy who entered the circle, the terrifying white mist, seemed to be like smoke in the forest, and could not stop him at all.

This, what is going on...

Unexpectedly, the two of them racked their brains and couldn't figure it out, and the young man in white robe couldn't figure it out either. The magic he tried his best to use, the white mist was bulging after ball.

Suddenly, with a click, the recorder suddenly cracked open. With a wow, the young man in white robe blew several mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Xu Yi stepped out of the circle.

"good!"

The white-haired Taoist shouted loudly, and his white hair was so excited that he was fluttering.

Except for the Tianyulou people, they hurriedly went to snatch the young man in white robe, and the rest of the people's eyes stuck to Xu Yi, like watching a demon.

The white-haired Taoist came forward excitedly, "Brother Dao's magical powers have opened his eyes and admired him very much. Brother Dao's reassurance, I will never regret what He promised."

"The artistic conception should be the wonderful artistic conception, but how do you resist the sharp means that can make the powerful people of Dianyuan take the Tao?"

Elder Kong Si had an extraordinary vision. Now that things have come to this point, he has already recalled that the unpredictable method of the young man in white robe was not a ill-hearted technique like Lingyouqu, but a combination of the wonderful artistic conception.

As far as he knows, it is extremely difficult to integrate artistic conception into attack techniques. Once integrated, it will have unpredictable power.

Even he is well-known for his great reputation as King Yao of Dust Sword.

The Dust Sword is so powerful that it can be thawed in the world. Isn’t it just that it is melted into the ultimate killing?

The recorder of the young man in the white robe obviously took the same path, so so many strong people were hit one after another.

But he couldn't figure out how Xu Yi took it.

Unless Xu Yi also understood the wonder of artistic conception, the wonder of artistic conception is not so good. In the world, countless geniuses have tried their best to achieve it.

He didn't believe it was just such a coincidence. Among these more than ten people, two of them had realized the wonder of artistic conception.

Xu Yi smiled and said, "This is a secret, I can't tell you. I dare to ask Elder Kong, who is the game just now, but I won?"

Elder Kong smiled and nodded, "Everyone sees you, why bother to say more? This fellow Taoist, I am interested in meeting someone. Kong likes to make friends the most, especially an outstanding hero like a fellow Taoist."

The white-haired Taoist was nervous for no reason, but smiled like a spring breeze on his face, "How can the Fourth Elder miss Gao Mou if he wants to make friends? Gao Mou has decided to do this glass of wine."

At the same time, he did not forget to say to Xu Yichuan, "Although the Kong family is a saint, there are many powerful people under his command. If Brother Taoist is in my Immortal Pavilion, Gao will treat him wholeheartedly and regard him as the Supreme Guest. If Brother Taoist enters the Kong family, he will only become one of the powerful people recruited by the Kong family. The fellow Taoist is a smart person and I believe he knows how to make a decision."

Xu Yichuan thought to himself, "Don't worry, Brother Gao, I'm not a person who is fickle."

After saying that, he gave the white-haired Taoist a reassurance and rejected the invitation of Elder Kong Si.

Elder Kong Si was not angry, and just said "let it be later".

When he thought, people like Xu Yi were not very clear from those he had once taken over.

As long as he spends time, he has a way to take this person into his pocket.

After a bow, I took a lot of effort. The middle-aged man in the black uniform was impatient. "Time is tight, so Hong said less nonsense. Brother Qi asked a few fellow Taoists to listen to a song, so I will play martial arts and compare my strength."

The white-haired Taoist man's eyebrows thumped and said, "Tell me clearly, how to compare."

The simpler the conditions, the more mysterious it is, and the previous game is proof.

The middle-aged man in the black-faced man on his left head, "This fellow Taoist Xiong will fight. Brother Gao will send him to fight several times. Just like the previous game, I will not limit it."

"The only requirement is that the two sides are not allowed to use divine thoughts, spiritual power, etc. when fighting, and they only fight with physical brute force until one side dies in battle or begs for mercy. I wonder if Brother Gao's side dares to face the battle?"

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "Brother Hong is really pretentious. Now that things have come to this, do you still have to choose?"

After winning one game, he already had a clear idea. Even if he lost the second game, he was within the acceptance range.

"It's very good to compare strength, I'll try it."

The old man with redomatosis spoke again.

After a battle just now, he lost inexplicably and was extremely embarrassed.

With Xu Yi's comparison, it seems that his Yuan powerhouse is so famous. How can he swallow this breath?

What's more, what he practices is evil methods, he can take the path of devouring the strong and obtaining strong essence, and his body is extremely strong. He is purely based on his strength and has never met anyone who can attract him in his life.

The black-faced man took a step and looked straight at the old man Hongkong, "Since we want to fight, don't hide, it's all based on our real skills. I'll let you take action first."

He was extremely thin. When he was talking, the wind blew from the ice, making his thin clothes tightly pressed against his body. The outline of his whole body was completely revealed. He was so thin that he was as thin as a pole.

As soon as the black and thin man finished speaking, the old man with red tumor rushed out. Although there was no spiritual power fluctuation, his entire body's escape speed was still faster than a meteor, and he was approaching in an instant.

boom!

The old man with red tumor punched the thin black man in the chest.

Amid the huge roar, the body of the thin black man was knocked to the sky.

The old man with red tumor was in power and was unforgivable. He shot in the air, chasing the body of the thin black man, and punching hundreds of punches in a row.

With hundreds of punches, even a mountain collapsed, but the black and thin man was like a piece of dry hard iron, which flipped in the air continuously without any injuries.

With hundreds of punches, the old man with red tumors was an iron man and became tired.

With just one pause, the thin black man stood firm and looked at the old man with red tumor with a smile and said, "Brother Dao's fist tastes good, but it's still a little bit of strength."
Chapter completed!