After Lu Kun got the token, a lean man in front of him looked at him. The token in his hand was also token No. 2, which made Lu Kun feel slightly relieved.
This lean man is Li Haiyang, a middle-stage foundation-building disciple whose overall strength is slightly inferior.
Although Lu Kun was prepared yesterday, if he faced those two powerful opponents from the beginning, he would inevitably use his trump card.
Zhang Xingyu, who was in the sky, saw that several people had been selected, and his spiritual sense made a slight impression, and said: "For the first competition, the two people on the first card will come on."
Then, in the expectant eyes of the surrounding disciples, a calm middle-aged man with short hair and a resolute face slowly walked forward. It was Ye Zetian, the only late-stage foundation-building monk among these disciples.
Opposite him was a handsome man with a solemn expression, none other than Sun Haowen, who was gifted with Lei Linggen.
"Senior Brother Ye, I didn't expect to meet you in the first battle!" said Sun Haowen, a handsome man.
Ye Zetian said calmly: "What's the difference between the first game and the second game? It's just that the time is a little later."
Sun Haowen nodded and said: "That's right, let's have a good test to see who is the strongest!"
As these two people spoke, they did not take the other two people seriously at all.
As the magic circle closed, the two of them took action.
Ye Zetian first held up the mana shield, raised his hand, and summoned two magic weapons. They were two flywheel magic weapons that exuded a powerful aura, one golden and one silver. The golden flywheel had a circle around it.
The sharp blade was still turning slowly, and the golden light was flowing on it, which was quite dazzling.
Another silver flywheel has the same internal shape, but there is no sharp edge on the outermost layer, only a circle of pale white material.
The surrounding disciples were stunned when they saw it. They had never seen this pair of magic weapons before. In the previous match, Ye Zetian defeated his opponent using a level three flying sword.
The two magic weapons he has summoned now are, at first glance, powerful weapons that combine both offense and defense, and cannot be refined by ordinary people.
Judging from their auras, they are all level 3 psychic magic weapons, but I don’t know if they are a complete set of magic weapons. If they are a complete set of magic weapons, the opponent’s Sun Haowen’s winning rate must have dropped to the extreme.
Sun Haowen's face changed slightly when he saw the pair of magic weapons, but he had known that the senior brother opposite had extraordinary weapon refining skills, so he didn't panic.
A purple mana shield appeared outside Sun Haowen's body, and then he pulled out a pair of metal gloves with purple light flashing on them. He put them on his hands, and then purple light thunderballs appeared from his hands.
A total of six thunder balls appeared. Each thunder ball exuded a heart-stopping aura, almost like an intermediate-level mid-level spell, which was frightening.
Lu Kun was sweating coldly when he saw it. His fire and wood fusion spell was about as powerful as a thunder ball. He said blankly: "Thunder attribute spells are so powerful?"
Even Uncle Zhang who was watching the battle above and several Danjie Stage Masters from Sunset Pavilion were looking here.
Uncle Zhang in the sky let out a light sigh and said: "This magical weapon is really powerful. It can actually transform the thunder in the palm into a thunder ball, which is easy to control and also increases the power. It is quite mysterious."
Some foundation-building disciples with bright ears in mid-air heard the words of the alchemy-formation master's uncle, and there was a look of horror on their faces.
Palm Thunder is a top-level elementary spell, and its overall power is somewhat close to that of an intermediate-level elementary spell. However, it has the disadvantage that the attack direction is straight and can easily be avoided by the enemy.
This magical weapon not only transforms the thunder in the palm into thunder balls, making it easier to control, but also increases the power of the thunder in the palm. With these few thunder balls, Sun Haowen has a strength comparable to that in the later stages of foundation building.
Senior Brother Cheng who lost to Lu Kun was also among the disciples, looking at the pair of gloves and the thunder ball next to Sun Haowen.
The older disciple couldn't help but whisper: "We all thought that Junior Brother Sun's weapon refining skills were average. It turns out that we were all wrong. He actually customized such a powerful auxiliary magic weapon for his own thunder spirit root."
When Ye Zetian in the magic circle saw Sun Haowen's pair of gloves, his expression changed, and when he saw the thunder ball next to him, his expression darkened.
His gold and silver magic weapon was flying up and down, and the golden blade on the periphery of the golden wheel-shaped magic weapon spun faster, showing his inner unrest.
Both of them seemed to be a little wary of the other's methods, and neither of them took action for a while.
Suddenly, Sun Haowen looked at his opponent's magic weapon and seemed to have discovered something. Three thunder balls suddenly shot forward.
Ye Zetian also moved, and the golden flywheel that was spinning in front of him suddenly flashed a dazzling golden light and slashed towards Sun Haowen not far away.
Lu Kun, who was fighting outside, saw this golden light and suddenly thought of the unique skills of the Qingzhou Ye family brother and sister's pair of magic weapons!
The same golden light!
It also requires energy storage!
This golden light was extremely fast, and it arrived in front of Sun Haowen in a blink of an eye, and was annihilated together with the three thunder balls he launched. In the end, only a faint golden light was left, hitting Sun Haowen's magic shield without breaking the defense.
It turned out that when Ye Zetian's golden flywheel was just summoned, it started to rotate slightly and began to accumulate power. He planned to secretly catch his opponent off guard, but unfortunately Sun Haowen noticed it.
Then the two of them launched the next move at the same time.
Ye Zetian directly controlled the golden flywheel to rush towards the opponent, like a golden round sharp blade, emitting a sharp light under the full force of his magic power in the later stage of foundation building.
When Sun Haowen fired the first three thunder balls, he began to compress the remaining three thunder balls with his hands.
He showed a strenuous look on his face, and his handsome face was even a little distorted. From time to time, a little electric light emitted from the pair of purple gloves joined the thunder ball in the middle.
There was a loud "boom" sound.
It was like there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and a dark purple thunder ball appeared between the purple gloves. Sun Haowen seemed to push the thunder ball out with great difficulty, and hit the golden wheel-shaped magic weapon that was shot from the center.
This thunder ball directly knocked the golden flywheel away. Then, as if Sun Haowen had improper control, this amazingly powerful thunder ball flew diagonally upwards. The magic circle surrounding the two people did not cover the sky, so the thunder ball shot directly into the sky.
In the clouds in the sky.
Ye Zetian's expression below was not very good. The thunder ball just now was so powerful that it hit his golden flywheel. The paralysis effect of the thunder spell caused some paralysis in his magic power through the magic weapon.
And his golden magic weapon was struck by lightning and fell to the ground. For a moment, he could not recall it.
Ye Zetian murmured: "I didn't expect that the magic power of thunder is more powerful than the rumors. Not only is it destructive, but it also has such great side effects."
Then Ye Zetian raised his head and looked up at the sky with a surprised expression. He took out a high-level talisman without caring about the golden magic weapon on the ground, and patted himself distressedly. A thick earth-yellow shield appeared outside his body.
It turned out that Sun Haowen in the distance was muttering something while Ye Zetian was affected by the power of thunder and lightning. The white cloud above Ye Zetian that had been hit by the previous thunderball became extremely dark, and a sense of oppression came down from the sky.
"Thunderbolt Technique!"
"How is it possible? This is a top-level intermediate lightning spell!"
Even Uncle Zhang showed a bit of surprise and whispered: "Although it is a trick and the power of the spell released is not as good, the relevant characteristics have not changed."
Ye Zetian's face was extremely ugly. This lightning technique was quite powerful, but the most terrifying thing was that it was different from the palm thunder. It would lock onto the opponent and would definitely hit the target.
Fortunately, the paralysis of his magic power had disappeared. He quickly summoned the remaining silver flywheel, blocked it directly above his body, and spun it quickly. No one noticed Ye Zetian's face hidden behind the magic weapon, but he revealed that he had a chance to win.