Xiao Yu understood what Qinglong meant by taking action, which was to kill some Western disciples and then arrange for his own people to join them.
"Don't be anxious. There are so many people talking right now. It's better to wait. We are in the cave. I suspect that people from the Ju Sect are always watching, so don't let them catch the clue.
You go inform other people at night and ask them to be careful. It is best to keep a low profile and not to be overtaken by Westerners."
Xiao Yu moved his mouth slightly and sent a message to the other party.
Qinglong didn't answer, just nodded, then stood up and left.
Looking at Xiao Yu again, after sitting on the same spot for a while, he did not enter the house. Instead, he meditated at the door, listening in all directions and listening to the movements around him.
One night passed in a blink of an eye. When the sun first appeared the next day, Xiao Yu and a group of Chinese Xuanmen disciples went to the fighting stage again. Only this time, they did not go on stage, but stood in the audience and watched.
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"Everyone, today we will decide on the talent list. I hope everyone will stop hiding their clumsiness and show their true abilities.
The first game, Ice and Snow Temple versus Maoshan disciple Qinglong, please come on."
It was the same elder from yesterday. After the other party finished speaking, Qinglong and a middle-aged man with yellow hair both appeared on the battlefield at the same time. Both of them exuded powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.
Xiao Yu saw the yellow-haired man yesterday. He was very powerful in combat, and his cultivation had reached the level of a great magician.
The realm of a great magician in the West is equivalent to a small level of cultivation in Eastern Xuanmen, so he is still a not weak opponent.
"You are very strong, but I am not afraid. I will defeat you head-on today and let you know that Western magic is more powerful than your Gu Yi mental skills."
The yellow-haired man looked very arrogant, looking at Qinglong with a hint of contempt.
"Really? This is what I'm going to tell you. I won't show mercy."
Qinglong smiled. As a seventh-level cultivator, he would be embarrassed if he lost to a magician with a small level of cultivation. Therefore, he must defeat the opponent today and win glory.
"Then come, frozen for thousands of miles."
The yellow-haired man took a step forward, then moved his body, and a white cold air burst out from the opponent's body, like frost, sweeping towards the green dragon.
Wherever the frost passed, everything around him was frozen into ice sculptures at that moment.
Although Xiao Yu was standing below, he still felt an extremely strong chill sweeping over him, causing him and some Huaxia disciples to retreat hurriedly to the rear.
Qinglong was also ready at the same time. When the cold air came, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of yellow flames.
As soon as the flame came out, Qinglong grabbed it in his hand, and then he gently pulled it with his hands, turning it into a flame Tai Chi, which began to rotate in front of his chest.
"retreat.."
After completing Tai Chi, Qing Long's eyes widened fiercely, and then he slapped his hand on the ground. The flames of Tai Chi instantly grew in size, and began to spread in all directions from Qing Long's feet.
As soon as the white cold air spread to the center of the fighting platform, it was intercepted by the scorching heat emanating from the flame Tai Chi. After that, the two began to stand in a stalemate, neither wanting to take a step back.
"Great God, please grant me the most powerful magic, the ice blade..."
The yellow-haired man spread his hands as if praying, and then waved his hand at Qinglong. In the air around him, countless half-foot-long ice knives instantly condensed, and then roared out, like flying swords in the sky, covering the entire space around Qinglong.
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Qinglong also became serious at this time, and then he waved his hand, and a waist drum appeared in his arms.
Thump...thump thump
The crisp waist drum and the dull sound of the engine. It was the sound of this sound that made the ice blades that flew towards them hesitate for a short time. Then, under the gaze of everyone, they shattered into countless ice shards.
Dropped to the ground.
This scene made the man from the Ice and Snow Cult change his face drastically. Without any time to think, he quickly retreated to the rear.
And how could Qinglong let go of this opportunity?
Just when the other party was about to escape, he beat the waist drum again.
Dong dong dong...dong dong dong...
The sound of the waist drum was like a demonic barrier. After it came out, the body of the yellow-haired man suddenly became sluggish.
Qinglong beat his waist drum and walked towards the opponent. As he moved, the flame Tai Chi under his feet also moved forward, pushing the cold air of the opponent towards the corner.
The yellow-haired man gritted his teeth at this moment, watching Qinglong approaching him step by step, and the expression on his face became ferocious.
"ah....."
Suddenly, the yellow-haired man roared, his voice sounded extremely tragic, and it seemed as if he was about to explode all the power accumulated in his body.
Following the opponent's loud roar, Qinglong's footsteps also paused slightly, because a powerful wave of cold energy erupted from the opponent's body once again.
It's not that Qinglong doesn't want to use his special move, but he wants to put it later, because the disciples at the back have stronger cultivations. If his trump card is exposed early now, those people will be prepared.
Although the man in front of him has some abilities, it is still quite difficult to defeat him.
The yellow-haired man shouted, and the pressure on his body disappeared instantly. Then the other person turned his hand and took out a magic wand, then waved it at Qinglong and shouted:
"Ice Storm..."
Ice storm is a relatively powerful magic in Western Taoism, and it is also the most powerful attack for a magician with a low level of cultivation.
Under the loud shouts of the rebels, an extremely powerful icy air rose into the sky, and then the sky above instantly turned pitch black.
Qinglong looked up at the sky, with a smile on his lips. Then he waved his hand, and the flame Tai Chi under his feet split into two, and quickly settled on top of his head. Then another powerful flame flew out of Qinglong's mouth and entered the top of his head.
In Flame Tai Chi.
The black clouds rolled like a demon entering the world, and then, a violent white cold air turned into a huge tornado, sweeping out from the thunderclouds above.
Viewed from below, the tornado looked like a huge ice cone, piercing the sky and crushing down towards Qinglong with overwhelming momentum.
The robe on Qinglong Shen's body was rustling at this moment, as if it was about to break, but Qinglong stood on the ground, but remained unmoved.
"Boy, go to hell."
Just when Qinglong used the Flame Bagua to resist the huge ice storm falling from the sky, the yellow-haired man standing in the distance suddenly shouted loudly, and then jumped directly into the ice storm above.
At the same time, the ice storm began to crack and turned into dozens of ice-cold giant swords. Each one was six or seven meters long, and they were slashed at the green dragon's head.
"If you merge into the storm, you will lose!"
Qinglong sneered, then his body trembled, and he disappeared from the place. When he appeared again, he had already reached the corner of the fighting platform.
Boom...
Several ice-cold giant swords fell, cutting the fighting platform in half, but the green dragon had disappeared without a trace.
The fighting platform made a rumbling sound, as if it was about to collapse, but Qinglong ignored it. Instead, he moved his body and appeared in the sky. Then he turned one hand into a claw and grabbed the giant swords.
At the same time as he stretched out his hand, a huge dragon claw phantom suddenly condensed and then rushed out.
Those giant ice swords just now looked incomparable, but under the agitation of the phantom dragon claws, they all shattered, and the yellow-haired man before also fell directly from the sky as if he had been severely injured, with a loud bang.
It hit the fighting platform with a loud sound.
Everyone in the audience was silent, as if they had not recovered. After hesitating for about ten seconds, they finally broke out into a tsunami-like shout.
As for the Japanese and Western Xuanmen, their expressions were solemn at this time, and the eyes they looked at Qinglong were no longer as contemptuous as before, but were on the same level as them.
