In less than a moment, Sima Kun's figure quickly appeared on the viewing platform, with a trace of excitement in his eyes, mixed with sincerity and fear. Until he saw Shi Yifeng's face, there was a strong hatred in his eyes.

He showed it without concealing it, snorted, and then saluted Ouyang Batian.

"Sima Kun, Fellow Daoist Wei has told me about your grievances with Shi Yifeng. We will not interfere with your grievances. We will wait until here to make a final decision. Life and death are determined by their destiny." After saying this, he said calmly.

He glanced at Mr. Wei Yi.

"The revenge for killing my father will last until death!" Sima Kun had a ferocious look in his eyes, looking at Shi Yifeng as if he were looking at a prey waiting to be slaughtered.

"Sima Kun, Grandpa Shi's soul is in your hands. If you dare to harm him even a little bit, Shi will definitely destroy your entire clan." While Shi Yifeng was speaking, the corners of Wei Yi's mouth kept squirming, and Ouyang Batian over there was shaking.

He would nod his head, and his thoughtful expression would be seen by Shi Yifeng.

"Okay, let's put this matter to rest for now. As for your grandfather's soul, I will vouch for you. When you two fight to the death, it will be the trophy of the winner." Ouyang Batian waved his right hand, signaling Sima Kun to retreat.

Next, he nodded towards Master Wei Yi and closed his eyes.

"You can go back with peace of mind. Nothing will happen to your grandfather's soul." Master Wei Yi's words were like reassurance for Shi Yifeng.

Just when Shi Yifeng was about to leave the viewing platform, Ouyang Batian slowly opened his eyes and seemed to be saying something to the real person Wei Yi. Shi Yifeng vaguely heard a few words, Monster Battlefield. The two seemed to

Because he was afraid that some news would leak out, he began to transmit the news secretly.

At the same time, on the fighting stage, the first round of Yuanying and the out-of-body realm was completed. As the final battle was completed, it was announced that the second round of fighting would begin tomorrow. Unexpectedly, the fifth among the five sons of Mingfeng

Mu Qingyun was defeated because he was facing the third son, Qu Yang, because of his poor cultivation. But no one dared to underestimate this cultivator. After all, he was famous at the last Immortal Ascension Conference.

As for the entire Taoist sect, in addition to the four people from Mingfeng who entered the next round, Daofeng's senior brother Xuyun easily defeated the opponent with almost no effort. The defeated opponent was naturally convinced. And

Except for Fu Mingyue and Liu Tong, none of the other second-generation disciples from the main peak entered the next round.

Counting these people, there are a total of seven people in the entire Taoist sect who entered the second round of the competition during the out-of-body stage. This is the best result in all the previous Immortal Ascension Conferences. As for Nascent Soul

In the early stage of the competition, the Taoist sect was completely destroyed. However, this did not affect the mood of the two masters. This kind of result was enough to make people excited.

As for the competition at the golden elixir stage, except for Shi Yifeng, the disciples of the Taoist Sect participated in the battle due to special reasons. The rest of the second-generation disciples had successfully broken through to the next level a century ago, and those third-generation disciples, because of their cultivation

The time was too short, and the highest level could even reach the late stage of Qi Entrainment. This situation made the rest of the Taoist Sect stunned, and then they all covered their mouths and chuckled.

"I don't know if Xiao Qi wakes up or not. I believe that after this deep sleep, his abilities will undergo huge changes. Don't deny me as your brother then." Sitting quietly on the edge of the fighting stage, looking at the people on the stage

While you were going back and forth, that cute mythical beast couldn't help but appear in my mind. It had a baby-like voice, but it had a golden elixir cultivation level. It must be that when it breaks out of the cocoon this time, it will throw away a lot of itself. I thought about it and thought about it.

Waves of knowing smiles appeared involuntarily.

The competition on the stage is coming to an end, and it seems that the difference in strength between the two people is not too big. One of them practices water-attribute skills. Around this person, waves of water mist seem to appear out of thin air.

Constantly pressing towards the opponent. And the other person was obviously not taking it easy. As his body writhed, the red fire on his hands continued, trying his best to resist the opponent's offensive.

The magic weapons of the two are also very different from others. The practitioner who practices water attribute skills has a blue bead-like magic weapon above his head, which looks quite extraordinary. But the one in his opponent's hand is like a folding fan.

The magic weapon, bursts of fire continued to shoot out as it waved the folding fan in its hand, and rushed towards the opponent. For a moment, it entered a stalemate stage, and neither side could do anything to the other for the time being.

"It's almost time. In less than one stick of incense, the winner will be decided." The last competition attracted special attention. These onlookers were all cultivators who had finished the competition, so that the last onlookers

The entire fighting stage was surrounded. For some unknown reason, these people did not shy away from Shi Yifeng, and there were dense figures. In the end, Shi Yifeng had to stand up to see the fighting.

At this time, the monk who practiced the water attribute technique seemed to be impatient and shouted: "Fellow Daoist Teng, if you can catch Feng's last blow, then Feng will be willing to admit defeat." After saying this,

, the blue bead magic weapon above the head suddenly split into three, and the three beads kept rotating above the head, seeming to be arranging a very powerful formation.

The monk named Teng, not to be outdone, shouted: "That Teng is not overestimating his own abilities." He kept chanting incantations, and in a moment, the folding fan in his hand grew several times out of thin air, and was as long as a person.

The folding fans were all unfolded, and a red light burst out from the folding fans, flying straight towards the opponent. And he himself was flying upwards at an extremely fast speed. It seemed that he could not control the attack power of the folding fans, fearing that he would not be able to control the attack power of the folding fans.

to spread.

It was too late, but soon, the man surnamed Feng also issued the final blow at the same time. The three beads of blue light were victorious, covering the entire fighting stage, and two different rays of light collided together instantly. Then bursts of

A huge boiling sound spread to all directions. After a long time, the light dissipated, and a person sat there quietly on the fighting stage, while a person outside the stage was holding his hands on the ground, clearly suffering from serious injuries.

"Fellow Daoist Teng, you win." After saying these words, the man in the audience seemed to have lost his support and lay heavily on the ground, motionless.

"Teng Shun wins this battle!" A voice sounded from near the fighting stage. At this time, the monk surnamed Teng on the stage seemed to be holding on. When he heard the sound of the fighting result, he seemed to have lost all his strength.

, and fell straight backward.

"A tragic victory. Although the two have similar cultivation levels, the monk surnamed Teng relies on his faith to support himself." Among the crowd, there were voices of discussion. Then there were several people who seemed to be friends of the monk surnamed Teng.
Chapter completed!