Xiahou Yu, who had all his strength, saw that the visitor was in a hurry and could set up a barrier for defense. Although he was surprised, he kept punching him and smashing him towards the foggy blue barrier in front of him.

Xiahou Yu's punch, which was determined to be obtained, broke into the green mist with the sound of the whistling wind, and suddenly felt a wave of resistance. The resistance was endless, like a mud, wrapping his figure, and his speed suddenly dropped a lot. Xiahou Yu's blood shadow escape was stopped and his figure was revealed. Seeing that Tang Zhixuan was about to escape after the fog, he shouted "Break!"

The wind blade attached to Xiahou Yu's fist suddenly shot out, and the violent wind spread out. With thousands of sword energy, a terrifying strangulation force was formed. The blue mist that blocked his fist began to shatter under the strangulation of the sword energy wind blade.

Then Xiahou Yu felt his fist lighter. After a step, his force rose from the ground. His violent punch was already hitting Tang Zhixuan, who had half of his figure staggered.

Tang Zhixuan, who was originally smiling, found that the green mist he had laid was broken, and he screamed in his heart that he was not good. He hurriedly dodged and gave up the vital point, but he was still hit on the shoulder by the old figure, and a clicking sound passed by. Tang Zhixuan knew that this was the sound of his shoulder blade shattering, and endured the severe pain on his shoulder, but he didn't understand how the mere Golden Pill monk in front of him broke through his Qingming Mist!

Tang Zhixuan, who thought he was only injured on his shoulder, was young and had an experienced combat experience. He quickly slapped his left hand to the ground. With the impact of Xiahou Yu's punch, he took out his magic weapon Qingming Fan, holding it in his hand to fight back. However, he felt that the soreness on his shoulder was not only severe pain, but also released a terrifying force that began to rage in his body. The force was extremely burning, constantly burning his meridians, and there was also a wave of thunder, numbing the nerves all over his body.

In shock, Tang Zhixuan quickly activated his magic power to calm the terrifying power, raised his hand and waved the Qingming fan, and could not fall down, let alone activated his magic power to use tricks, so he could only stand like this, watching the old man panting and walking up to the front, waving his fist as the big sandbag, hitting his nose heavily, and then kicking him off the ring.

Just as Xiahou Yu kicked Tang Zhi first off the ring, many female monks on the field burst into screams.

"ah!"

"This is impossible! Tangtang actually failed?"

"That old man dares to hit Mr. Tang?"

"Bastard, damn it, you dare to beat our Tangtang. I will never finish it with you." Such voices of condemning Xiahou Yu were accompanied by screams.

Tang Zhixuan, who was punched by Xiahou Yu, listened to the referee on the field: "Talk No. 84, Tang Zhixuan failed to challenge!" He felt extremely frustrated. The power of thunder and fire that broke into his body had disappeared with the full power of his magic. However, he could not accept his failure no matter what. He only thought about the despicable and shameless old man, whether it was sneak attack or weird methods, but he actually broke his nose in public. Not only did his image, his always gentle and elegant collapse, the dignified Nascent Soul cultivator was defeated by an old man in the Golden Pill stage, and he could not swallow his breath no matter what.

Tang Zhixuan stood up with a carp, regardless of the blood flowing from his nose and the severe pain on his shoulders, flew onto the ring again, completely losing his previous graceful appearance, and his eyes were full of murderous intentions.

With a wave of hand, a large area of ​​blue mist spread around it. The folding fan in his hand brought rolling magic power and blew towards the mist. A terrifying aura filled the mist, covering the sky and the earth and slamming towards Xiahou Yu.

Seeing this scene, Xiahou Yu not only did not take action, but instead removed the technique of refining the body. He made a mistake in his steps and flew back and fell under the arena.

"I have already fought three games today. If this young master Tang still wants to challenge him, please come early next day!" As he spoke, he looked at the female monks who wanted to tear him up, Xiahou Yu couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart. He turned into a blood shadow and disappeared into a crowd without hesitation.

Tang Zhixuan, who was standing on the ring, was also blinded by anger. He looked at Xiahou Yu's disappearing figure and looked back at the gloomy face of his master on the city wall. He was extremely upset. Why did he underestimate the enemy so much? Not to mention that he had no means of using it, but even with the master's spiritual treasure in his arms, he actually lost so unknown.

The folding fan danced again in his hand, and the violent blue mist suddenly disappeared, and he knelt down in the direction of the city wall.

"The disciple is guilty and is ashamed of his master's expectations. I also ask the master to punish him."

The Changqing Taoist, who had a green face, recalled the previous scene and couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, you can learn from your mistakes and learn from it. In the future, you must not underestimate the heroes of the world and not let me continue."

Then Tang Zhixuan slowly walked off the ring like a defeated rooster.

But the matter was far from over. The many viewers present once again saw Xiahou Yu's move to defeat the enemy. Although there were people with wise eyes, all kinds of gossip were still spread among the low-level monks.

"Bah, what other Immortal Alliance Master? I thought that the young man from the Nascent Soul stage would be a bit eye-catching in this competition, but I didn't know that the young man was still a silver-like wax gun head, which had no effect at all."

"Brother, I think you'd better whisper. Haven't everyone agreed before? That old boy must be the son of a powerful man. It's necessary to go to the broken fairy world with such an opportunity. It's okay to have the two previous entrusting, after all, there's nothing to say about Jindan against Jindan. Now this disciple of Changqing Taoist also helped to serve as a entrusting, and it's fine to release some silly smoke to block the view. The dignified Nascent Soul cultivator was also punched by a Jindan cultivator. He was not ashamed of being embarrassed, and we all felt ashamed of watching it."

"That's right, I see that the water on the 84th are so mixed up. If you want to find opportunities in the Broken Immortal Realm, you should start from other places."

The various discussions around him could not escape the ears of Changqing Taoist and Tang Zhizhixuan. The two had different expressions, the old one was as gloomy as water, and the tea bowl in their hands turned into powder and disappeared without realizing it. The little face turned red, but he was very embarrassed and angry inside...

On the high platform of the city wall, there was a person laughing happily: "Not bad, Brother Changkong really has a good ability to train his disciples. Please don't be surprised by the leader." Who else can the speaker be that Po Ri?
Chapter completed!