At this time, inside another room.

The faces of Zhao Chengqian and the three of them were the same as those of the young target, and they were all the same pale.

The ending was reversed in an instant, making all three of them feel cold in their necks.

The young target hung his head, beads of sweat dripping down his sideburns, not knowing how to explain everything that had just happened, and after being scolded by Fan Yan as a "fool", he didn't dare to make a sound.

In the face of Zhao Jia, he did not slack off the enemy in the slightest, and tried his best, but the victory or defeat of the battle was divided, even if he could find thousands of reasons, it would be useless.

Fan Yan sat in a chair, staring at a corner of the room and pondering for a moment.

Feng Tielu and Zhao Jia's true cultivation is not in the four realms, and it stands to reason that even if they use the rules of the Heavenly Dao of Heaven to ascend to the realm, the skills, experience, and on-the-spot adaptability of the competition rely on the devouring martial arts, and they will not be able to digest it quickly in just five days.

However, in the first two fights, both of them had amazing performances beyond common sense, especially the endless back-ups, which made him feel very incredible.

Fan Yan was suspicious, he was most familiar with the function of Dream Grass.

Half of the credit for his ability to climb from a live feed at the bottom of the tower dungeon to his current position is due to this strange grass, which allows him to anticipate the enemy and always be invincible.

Few people know about his relationship with Zhao Chengqian, and it is impossible for Ye Yu to suspect him, and it stands to reason that what he did should not appear in his dreams.

He was a little puzzled and very unhappy.

Things have turned out of his mind, and he is used to taking all uncertainty into his own hands.

He smiled coldly, slowly got up, and walked into the circle under the awe-inspiring gaze of everyone.

In Wuji Palace, there are very few people who can make Fan Yan interested in going down in person.

This time, he wants to try how many catties and taels there are in the night.

After a while, Ye Yan also came to the field.

The two stood three feet apart.

Fan Yan held the demon spear in his hand, glanced at the firewood knife in Ye Yan's hand, and sneered slightly: "What, you plan to use this wood-chopping thing to compete with me?" ”

Ye Yu snorted coldly: "What do you use to deal with waste firewood, without a firewood knife?" ”

Fan Yan was choked, not angry but laughing: "The speed of your tongue can only show that you are a little weak now, I will give you another chance to accept the conditions I put forward before, I heard that although you are nominally a guest of the Taipinglou, but you are under surveillance everywhere, you must have encountered a lot of trouble, I may be able to help you solve the problem"

Ye Yan tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Talking so much nonsense, I think it's because you have a weak heart, be careful to steal chickens, but lose rice"

Fan Yan sighed, looked at Ye Yu a little helplessly, raised his hand and took off Chaofu's holster, revealing the cold and shining gun.

However, he immediately paused again, as if thinking of an interesting matter, and deliberately lowered his voice and said: "There is no impermeable wall in this world, I heard that your father is the Iron Bone Sword Saint Zhang Linghan, then let me understand how strong your swordsmanship can be!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the night was suddenly shocked, but he didn't expect Zhao Chengqian to already know his details.

No wonder he deliberately used gold beads to provoke him to increase his gambling before the fight.

But why didn't he find anything when he was in the dream?

Yeyu's face suddenly became a little ugly.

But before he could ask anything more, Fan Yan had already made the first move.

The golden spear shook into the air like a dragon out of the water, and the body of the spear suddenly bloomed with a brilliant brilliance.

Under the shock of his arm, there was a sharp snort on the tip of the gun, and a spear like a firebird shot out, breaking through the distance of three zhang in an instant, and stabbing straight towards the door of the night.

However, there are also preparations for the night meal.

Almost at the same time, his seemingly thin and weak body also made a strange sound like a strong bow collapsing, and the whole person shook strangely, and it turned into two in an instant, the phantom was still standing in place, but the real body had already avoided the gun, like a flying arrow shot out, and instantly deceived Fan Yan in front of him.

One inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous.

When he saw this fake Zhao Chengqian playing with a golden gun in his hand, Ye Yu made up his mind to fight close to him.

He had seen the miracle of Zhao Chengfang's nightfall gun with his own eyes, Chaofu must also be an artifact, and it is definitely not comparable to this black firewood in his hand, and the master Zhao Chengqian found is likely to be a certain worshipper of the Zhao family, and his marksmanship must be far above it.

Therefore, he must not be given the opportunity to play to his strengths.

Just when Fan Yan's shot was exhausted, and before he could draw the gun to change his position, Ye Yan had already swept five feet in front of him, and Huo Ran waved the firewood knife in his hand.

The dark black blade suddenly shone brightly, and a silver blade with a sharp sound of breaking through the air broke through the air like an arc moon, slashing at Fan Yan's wrist holding the gun with the barrel of the gun.

However, it was also at this moment that Fan Yan's arm trembled, the barrel of the gun shook, slammed the knife, and with the power of recoil, the demon spear was thrown out of an amazing arc, like a rattan rebounding quickly, just in time for the moment when the night was not in time to close the knife.

Just listen to the sound of the bell.

The body of the gun collided with the blade of the knife, sparks splashed in all directions, and a circle of annular qi waves exploded in the air, instantly shattering the bluestone on the ground.

Ye Mo felt that the arm holding the knife seemed to be whipped by an iron rod, and he suddenly lost consciousness in pain, and flew out obliquely with a muffled snort, fell out more than ten feet away, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground half-kneeling with the knife.

Although he had expected that the opponents he would face would be more powerful and difficult than the first two, he still did not expect to be so high.

Being able to change three times in such a short period of time, breaking the momentum and taking advantage of the momentum is not something that a Five Realm cultivator can do.

"This man is strong!"

In the private room on the fourth floor, Qingfeng sighed with his back hand, and his face was a little emotional.

Feng Tielu and Zhao Jia, who thought that they would be able to chop melons and chop vegetables when they were on the field, won Zhao Chengqian, but they were a little restless.

Feng Monkey turned around in place, suddenly bowed his hand to the breeze beside him, and pleaded: "Senior brother, thank you, go and help my brother again, don't worry, as long as you have something to do in the future, I will never say anything."

Zhao Jia also echoed on the side, very worried about Yeyu.

Qingfeng smiled slightly: "No need, Ye Yan can deal with it, he has a lot of tricks, you don't need to worry, I have never seen anyone who can play the bitter meat play so realistically like him for so many years."

Feng Tielu frowned slightly, and he didn't know where Qingfeng's confidence came from, he glanced at Zhao Jia, took a deep breath, and was quiet for the time being.

Another room.

Zhao Chengqian, Liu Dizhi and Han Si stood side by side in the nearest place near the mirage, staring at the situation on the field with a wrong eye.

Being slapped in the face in the first two games has already made the three of them have a long memory, and no one said anything sneering, although Fan Yan has the upper hand now, but the three of them are still faintly worried that there will be any backhand that they didn't expect from this night drunk of unknown origin.

Fan Yan made a successful move, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, for him, the outcome of this competition is no suspense.

He just wanted to test the depth of the roots of the night, and when he saw that he gritted his teeth, he stood up from the ground, changed the knife to his left hand, and slowly shook his head.

"It's too slow, is that what you have? I'm going to be disappointed."

Ye Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took another deep breath: "Careless"

Fan Yan chuckled, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

He hates to see this kind of eye in the face of strong enemies at this moment, and there is always an urge to conquer them, beat these people to kneel and beg for mercy, crying for dad and mother.

"Good!"

Before the words fell, Fan Yan had already taken the lead for the second time.

His body was like a chariot, with the sound of whistling through the air, instantly bullying a distance of more than ten zhang, and stabbing Ye Yu in the chest with a shot.

No matter what kind of opponent he faces, Fan Yan has no habit of waiting for others to attack.

This is an iron law that he believes in fighting all the way from the bottom of the tower to this position today!

We must seize the opportunity in everything, and offense is always the best means of defense.

As long as it's fast enough, the so-called late strike is a joke.

As for what master style, there are only two,

One is standing and laughing, and the other is lying down and screaming or not.

When Ye Mo saw the spear stabbing at the floating spear again, a spear suddenly burst out on the head of the golden light, as if the blade of the spear instantly grew a foot, but he had deep doubts in his heart.

This shot concealed a sword intent, and it had no resemblance to the marksmanship used by Zhao Chengqian that he had seen in his dreams.

Zhao Chengqian's Chaofu spear is haunting, and it can often conjure up the head of a demon beast, which is realistic and powerful, but the accuracy is not good.

But the person in front of him is just the opposite, his marksmanship is mediocre, but he can master the timing and strength like fire.

Just now, he didn't pay much attention to the nondescript move of "Fire Phoenix Chaoyang", but was shocked by the collapse hidden in the barrel of the gun.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess, maybe this Zhao family worship does not know the Zhao family's marksmanship, but only to hide people's eyes, only to use a gun as a sword.

Seeing that the golden spear looked like a long sword, Yelu felt the need to test it.

It's just that in a flash, his feet were slightly wrong, and he flew backwards, and at the same time poured the majestic true yuan in his body into the black wood in his hand, and slashed out horizontally, using the horizontal sword style "River Flow Eternal" in the sacrificial furnace sword duel.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this knife has neither a powerful knife momentum nor a majestic gushing knife, which is very much like a stubborn act of resistance under exhaustion.

Fan Yan pointed at the front of Ye Yan, seeing him use such a move, although he didn't know the subtlety, he was also careful, and did not rush forward, but suddenly shook the golden gun, and the blade of the spear suddenly turned from real to virtual, and conjured up a hideous and terrifying dragon head, and hit it head-on.

This is a move that he comprehended from the marksmanship mantra that Zhao Chengqian dedicated to him a few days ago that can stimulate the mirage contained in the demon spear.

But what Fan Jia, who had been in the killing field for a long time, did not expect that when he swung his spear and stabbed out, he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards him like a mighty river, which also contained a majestic sword intent that could hurt people's souls.

It was like a sense of crisis when you watched a huge wave crash head-on.

At the moment when he realized that he was being calculated by the night, Fan Yan's pupils instantly shrank like a needle, and he had to show his housekeeping skills to deal with it.

A frost-like white aura suddenly burst out from the gun's body, and as he drew his gun to change momentum, a shot stabbed out into the wind like lightning, and a series of guns as bright as cold stars shot out under the sharp trembling of the gun.

In the air, it was as if dozens of bulging water bladders were punctured at the same time, and they burst open, and countless thin and cold Gang Qi shot out in the shape of an umbrella, instantly shattering the oncoming Gang Wind and the majestic sword intent hidden in it, leaving a criss-crossing scratch on the ground and wall.

But at the moment when his spear fell, Ye Yu had already swung his knife to smash the dragon's head, and with a backhand slash into the Xuanmen, he suddenly slashed out a turquoise knife curtain as high as a city wall in front of him, cutting straight into its middle line.

Because this hand came too quickly, the switch was too fast, and the contrast was too violent, the people watching the game in the private room were a little caught off guard.

It's hard to imagine that such a thin body contains such a huge amount of power.

But the huge knife curtain did not hit Fan Yan, and when he decisively abandoned the gun and tried his best to dodge sideways, it almost slashed against the tip of his nose and the tip of his shoe for a moment.

A terrifying knife mark half a foot deep and ten feet long was left on the ground at his feet.

Ye Yan held the knife in one hand, stopped and took a slight breath, and said: "The Cold Ice Sword Sutra, the rain is broken, and it is okay."

Fan Yan was a little shocked, the knife just now really startled him, although he was not unable to take the knife, but he still didn't take the risk easily.

And without any brewing, he could casually unleash such a powerful sword, and Ye Yan's true cultivation had exceeded his estimates, and at least he had the peak of the Five Realms.

He was puzzled, his face turned a little pale, and he asked rhetorically, "What kind of sword technique are you?" ”

"I don't know, if you beat me, I'll tell you"

Ye Mo smiled coldly.

Fan Yan's forehead was bruised.

Inside a private room.

Seeing this scene, Qingfeng chuckled: "Look, I'll just say that he is pretending."

Zhao Jia swallowed his saliva: "I'm obedient, this knife is too domineering"

Feng Tielu's little eyes were shining, as if he had seen a priceless treasure: "Damn, I want to learn this trick!" ”

When the two of them saw the power of the night, they showed amazing cultivation, and they suddenly became a little out of tune, forgetting the fear just now.

Zhao Chengqian's face at the moment was whiter than Fan Yan on the field, and he said excitedly: "This is definitely not a night drink, he must be looking for someone to impostor, this is cheating, how can he be so powerful?" ”

Liu Dizhi and Han Si were also shocked, feeling cold hands and feet.