The middle-aged monk watched the game on the ring anxiously, staring at the disciples in his sect. Just when he hit Ye Qinghan, he spoke out and asked the monks in the sect to admit defeat.

But in the end, the middle-aged monk did not shout out "sacrifice" his son. The purple light ruler in Ye Qinghan's hand suddenly shone, and he killed the monks on the ring in an instant, killing the spiritual sense together.

"ah!"

The young monk under the ring exclaimed as he watched his senior brother being killed. The master beside him also looked at the disciples in the sect whose form and spirit were destroyed, and suddenly became distraught.

The cultivator who finally entered the Earth List alone died like this.

The middle-aged monk was sad and angry, but he could not raise the desire to take revenge when he looked at Ye Qinghan from the Ming Yan Sect in the ring.

The monks around the ring also exclaimed, especially the monks who knew that Ye Qinghan's opponent in yesterday's competition was also a monk who had both form and spirit destroyed. He looked at Ye Qinghan for a moment and felt a little scared.

Ye Qinghan no longer looked at the monks whose vitality had dissipated, but looked at the monks in the Zhendi Mansion.

The monk from the Zhenjie Envoy's Mansion spoke: "Ming Yan Zong, Ye Qinghan won."

Ye Qinghan nodded and left the arena after the formation was removed.

By the afternoon, all the competitions in the arena were over. By now, the top twenty-five monks have already decided.

The monks from the Zhendi Envoy's Mansion invited the twenty-five people to the palace and held a lottery match, which was divided into twelve pairs. One of them was bye and the winning twelve people again. Then one person was free, and the three left were left to decide the Three A.

Although some monks will enter the next round based on their luck, if they are not strong enough, they will be defeated and compete with the other monks who have failed in front for the next ranking.

Li Haoran drew a number and handed it to the monks in the Zhendi Envoy's Mansion, as long as it was not drawn to Shangguan Hanxiao.

In the evening, the remaining twenty-five monks' matchup list appeared on the jade.

Looking at Shangguan Hanxiao's name at the top of the fork, Li Haoran smiled bitterly, and then looked for his name and his next opponent.

Looking at the opponent's name, Li Haoran shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was actually the person he knew. And he probably couldn't get the spirit stone.

Li Haoran's next opponent is Fan Yuner's senior brother, Lin Yufeng from Wanhe Villa.

In the evening, Shangguan Hanxiao came to Li Haoran and showed off his bye.

Li Haoran smiled bitterly at this, but he was very happy in his heart. Shangguan Hanxiao was getting closer and closer to the goal of first place.

The next day, after eating with Shangguan Hanxiao, Li Haoran went to the arena where Li Haoran competed together.

Shangguan Hanxiao had no competition today, so naturally he came to see Li Haoran's competition.

"Be careful." Shangguan Han smiled and said to Li Haoran.

Li Haoran nodded, jumped onto the ring surrounded by hundreds of monks, and looked at Lin Yufeng who was already waiting in the ring.

The monks from the Zhendi Mansion also activated the formation of the arena.

Lin Yufeng also looked at Li Haoran and bowed politely, but he said without any politeness in his words: "Thank you, Wan Shu Daojun, for taking care of Junior Sister Yuner in the small world, but Junior Sister Yuner was still in Wan Shu Daojun's hands the day before yesterday. Today I can't show mercy to Wan Shu Daojun."

Li Haoran smiled: "Fellow Daoist Lin was joking, but don't worry, I will show mercy."

After hearing Li Haoran's words, Lin Yufeng's face sank, and nine white feathers appeared beside him with white light: "Be careful."

As he said that, nine white feathers lined up to fight towards Li Haoran.

Li Haoran did not neglect either. He activated Shen Mo's magic weapon and Mo Yun covered the entire arena.

In an instant, the white feathers shone through the ink clouds, and countless white feathers shot towards Li Haoran.

Mo Yun was surging in front of Li Haoran, blocking Lin Yufeng's attacks. At the same time, he kept changing the formation composed of nine white feathers, generating different attacks to attack Li Haoran.

A faint blue light shone in the ink clouds in front of Li Haoran. After a quarter of an hour, Li Haoran did not move and resolved all Lin Yufeng's attacks.

This surprised the monks around the ring, and also made the monks who came to watch the game in Wanhe Villa frowned tightly.

Lin Yufeng on the ring was even more anxious. Li Haoran was not moving at all, and he could not break his defense even if he was proud of his strength.

However, Lin Yufeng was not willing to accept it. He thought that he was good at speed and his attack was indeed not very powerful.

Thinking of this, Lin Yufeng gritted his teeth and stopped the attack. Since he could not break Li Haoran's defense, it would be better to save some spiritual energy. He concluded in his heart that Li Haoran was urging the spiritual energy in his body to resolve his attack.

Now as long as I keep my breath and don’t attack Li Haoran, when Li Haoran no longer has his full strength to defend, I will defeat him in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, the nine white feathers flew back to Lin Yufeng and stopped attacking, the ring became quiet for a moment.

All of this was under the investigation of Li Haoran's spiritual sense. Seeing that Lin Yufeng stopped attacking, Li Haoran asked: "Why did Fellow Daoist Lin stop?"

Lin Yufeng snorted lightly and muttered in his heart: "You hide like a turtle, why else should I hit?"

However, Lin Yufeng would not admit that he could not break Li Haoran's defense and said, "Do you look down on the other side if you don't take action? If this competition is like this, it will be really boring."

Li Haoran looked at Lin Yufeng's pretentious appearance and sneered in his heart, but did not expose Lin Yufeng: "Then please be careful next."

Lin Yufeng was not careless, and the white feathers were flying around him, and he began to think about how he would attack if Li Haoran showed his flaws.

The light blue ice swords beside Li Haoran condensed one after another, slowly appeared on the ring, and in a moment, one-third of the ring was already covered.

The monks around the ring looked up at the hundreds of light blue ice swords surrounding Li Haoran, and were so shocked that they could not speak.

Most of the monks present at the Shenyou realm or above, so they naturally understood the reason why the ice sword condensed into blue.

Li Haoran condensed so many light blue ice swords with a relaxed look on his face, and these monks couldn't help but be shocked. Finally, his heart turned into a sigh of praise: "The name of the Taoist Lord Wanshu is indeed worthy of his reputation!"

"Fellow Daoist Lin is careful."

Li Haoran looked at Lin Yufeng with a horror, and hundreds of light blue ice swords beside him shot towards Lin Yufeng together.

Lin Yufeng looked at Li Haoran condensed. After so many light blue ice swords, he was shocked and kept muttering about the impossible, impossible in his despair.
Chapter completed!