Feeling that Feng Fan still exuded a strong aura, Fang Yumeng's face was extremely pale. The blow just now almost exhausted all of her true yuan, but she didn't expect to be completely defused by her opponent.

Because the strongest strength that Feng Fan could exert was between the early peak of the Ordinary Pill and the middle stage of the initial cultivator, it was far higher than Fang Yumeng, and after resisting Fang Yumeng's attack with a heaven-level talisman, he naturally failed to be hit hard.

If it was the other way around, Feng Fan injected a huge amount of True Yuan into a heaven-level low-level rune to attack Fang Yumeng, even if there were multiple layers of defense, Fang Yumeng would be hit hard even if he was immortal.

Many of the surrounding monks were shocked, blocking the heaven-level talisman with several spirit runes, and they were not seriously damaged, which showed that Feng Fan's strength was extremely strong.

Feng Fan stretched out his right hand, and several blue-purple flames suddenly emerged, and under the breeze, the flames made a "whoosh" burning sound. After a few mottled jumps, the flames quickly turned into several fireballs.

"Feng Fan stop, I admit defeat on behalf of Yumeng. Just when Feng Fan saw that the Flying Fire Technique had been completed and was about to launch an attack on Fang Yumeng, who was almost exhausted of True Yuan, Fang Nandong, who was extremely concerned about the competition around the square, had already seen that Fang Yumeng couldn't withstand Feng Fan's blow at all, so he immediately spoke out to stop it.

"The Taoist friendship is profound, which makes the little girl admire, and I hope to have the opportunity to learn again in the future. After a deep groan, Fang Yumeng bit her lip and said with a slight frown

"I conceded. Hearing Fang Yumeng's words, Feng Fan shook his right hand, and all the fireballs disappeared, and then he collected the scimitar magic weapon, and then the other party Yumeng smiled slightly. Glancing deeply at the opponent who shocked her, her eyes were full of a trace of unwillingness and a little resentment, Fang Yumeng finally slowly left the square.

"The Feng Fan of the Flying Heaven Sect is better than Fang Yumeng of the Fang family. The next moment, the majestic voice of Li Shengtian came from around the square. There was a boiling sound from where the Flying Sect monk was, after all, entering the second round meant having at least one-tenth of the mining rights in the Crystal Mine, and each victory meant one point of honor.

Feng Fan left the square, and the next competition in turn was Long Yuyang of the Thunder Sect against Ling Qiancao of the Ling family, and Murong Xuanchen of the Murong family against Qian Zitong of the Golden Stone Valley.

After two fierce battles, Long Yuyang of the Thunder Sha Sect narrowly defeated Ling Qiancao of the Ling family, and Murong Xuanchen of the Murong family defeated Qian Zitong of the Jinshi Valley.

The first round of the first round of the competition was over, and the second round of two competitions was held on the second day, and after the results of the competition were announced, all the monks dispersed.

Feng Fan was resting in his residence when he suddenly saw a transmission note flying in. Feng Fan grabbed the void in his right hand, and the transmission note was grabbed in his hand, and when he looked carefully, he saw a few small words flashing on the transmission note "Come to the Flying Heaven Palace".

Feng Fan's right hand moved slightly, and the transmission note disappeared without a trace. After cleaning up, Feng Fan slowly left the residence.

Inside the Flying Heaven Palace, Phantom Yue Zhenren and Taiqing Zhenren stood side by side with solemn faces. The door of the temple opened, and Feng Fan walked in from the outside. "Two Masters, I don't know what it is to summon disciples to come?" Coming to the real people of Huanyue and Taiqing, Feng Fan asked in a deep voice.

"Presumably you also know Qin Bingyu's spiritual root attributes. Phantom Yue Zhenren quickly arranged a few soundproofing prohibitions, and then said.

"The disciple already knows. Feng Fan said calmly.

"This female spiritual root is against the sky, and in hundreds or thousands of years, she will definitely be a strong opponent of the righteous path, so we have discussed it and are ready for you to do something. Phantom Yue Zhenren sighed.

"I don't know what the master asked the disciple to do?" Feng Fan asked with a slight shock.

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you are very likely to meet Qin Bingyu, these are two black magic beads. This magic weapon was obtained by killing a demon cultivator decades ago, and I am giving it to you. If you fight against Qin Bingyu, be sure to hit him hard. If you kill it, you will have an additional reward when you return to the Flying Pie. After all, killing Qin Bingyu would eradicate a huge hidden danger for the righteous path. Phantom Yue Zhenren's face was a little gloomy, and he patted the storage bag, and two black beads appeared in his hand, and then handed them to Feng Fan.

"The disciple should fulfill this important task assigned by the master. Taking the black magic bead, Feng Fan said impassionedly with joy in his heart. After all, two black magic beads meant countless for Feng Fan, who had the ability to copy illusions, and this magic weapon was something that Feng Fan had always dreamed of.

"Go back and get some rest. Phantom Yue Zhenren smiled and nodded.

The disciple retired. Feng Fan said hello respectfully, and then walked out.

"I hope Fengfan won't let us down this time. Phantom Yue Zhenren sighed lightly.

"Feng Fan defeated Murong Xuanchen in the late stage of foundation building at the peak level of the middle stage of foundation building, and now at the initial level of the late stage of foundation building, he will definitely hit Qin Bingyu hard. Taiqing Zhenren laughed dryly.

"I hope so. Phantom Yue Zhenren whispered.

Feng Fan returned to his residence, opened all the prohibitions, and with a touch of his right hand, a black magic bead appeared in his hand. Sitting down cross-legged, he gently placed the black magic bead on the ground, and Feng Fan quickly shot a five-element Xuanmeng True Yuan at it.

The moment the black magic bead was shrouded by the true element, it became illusory, and with the continuous release of the Fengfan Five Elements Xuanmeng True Yuan, an illusory shadow gradually appeared next to the black magic bead, which was extremely similar to the original black magic bead in terms of size and appearance.

As the true yuan gushed out again, the illusory shadow gradually materialized, and finally turned into a black magic bead that was exactly the same as the one next to it. I feel that the consumption of true elements is large.

Feng Fan flipped it with one hand, and the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead appeared in his hand. Glancing at the pale green bead in his hand, Feng Fan did not stop absorbing the true element from it while continuing to copy the phantom life.

The sky gradually brightened, Feng Fan was still sitting on the ground, and there was a yellow bead suspended in front of him, it was precisely because of the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead that changed from light green to yellow after absorbing a huge amount of True Yuan, and dozens of black magic beads were placed on the ground in front of Feng Fan.

Because Feng Fan's cultivation had already reached the initial level of the late stage of foundation building, the speed of copying the phantom life was significantly accelerated. With the abundance of true yuan, it only took one night for Feng Fan to copy and regenerate dozens of special magic weapons such as black magic beads.

Looking at the black magic bead on the ground, Feng Fan was extremely happy in his heart, and he had another sharp weapon on his body that could be used in any situation. Grabbing a black magic bead, Feng Fan looked at it carefully, the bead body emitted a faint cold air, and the faint glow on it reflected a fierce killing intent. This is a special magic weapon that makes the monks of the Yuan Infant level a little jealous, and it seems that this kind of magic weapon with the same ranking as the Purple Jade Divine Bead is really not ordinary.

Feng Fan calmed down for a moment, and put the black magic beads in his hands and on the ground, as well as the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Beads suspended in front of him, into the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring. After pranayama for half an hour, Feng Fan slowly stood up, moved his limbs, and saw that it was already bright outside, so he slowly left the residence.

Countless monks had already gathered around the square, and many of them had come in advance to watch the more intense competition on the second day, lest they would not be able to occupy a place at the party.

Huanyue Zhenren and Taiqing Zhenren, who had already arrived, saw Feng Fan, and their faces showed a strange look. All the low-level monks of the Flying Heaven Sect present looked at Feng Fan with reverence, after all, they had shined in several competitions, and this kind of strength was definitely not exaggerated as the head of the foundation building period monks in the sect.

"The second round of competition was held today, and in the first game, Qin Bingyu of the Qin family played against Murong Xuanchen of the Murong family. After waiting for half an hour, all the forces and monks had already arrived, and after the draw was completed, there was a slightly hoarse voice from Li Shengtian with a little dissatisfaction on his face, it seems that the battle between Qian Zitong and Murong Xuanchen yesterday made this Jinshi Valley Lord feel a little helpless.

Qin Bingyu and Murong Xuanchen came to the middle of the square in turn, and the two reported their names to each other, and then started the battle. After a long period of fighting, after the two sides spent a lot of talismans, crystal jade, and true yuan, and used some magic weapons and magic weapons, Qin Bingyu finally defeated Murong Xuanchen by a slight advantage.

Although Murong Xuanchen used a heaven-level low-level attack talisman in the end, he was still blocked by Qin Bingyu's eight golden sword magic weapons. In the end, although Qin Bingyu suffered minor internal injuries, he defeated Murong Xuanchen with a powerful attack.

Feng Fan was a little self-deprecating in his heart, the darlings of these families were really rich, either a complete set of special magic weapons, or a heaven-level talisman. And although he has a lot of these things by copying the phantom life, the original treasures are all obtained through bloody fighting.

"Qin Bingyu of the Qin family is better than Murong Xuanchen of the Murong family. When Li Shengtian read out this result, there was a hint of happiness from his tone, it seems that Qian Zitong lost to Murong Xuanchen yesterday, and the person who caused the defeat of the Jinshi Valley player today lost to someone else today, which can be regarded as letting Li Shengtian breathe a sigh of relief.

"In the next game, the Flying Heaven Sect Fengfan will fight against Long Yuyang of the Thunder Sect. Seeing Qin Bingyu and Murong Xuanchen leave the square one after another, Li Shengtian read out the list of monks for the second battle.

Feng Fan and Long Yuyang came to the square one after another, and these two opponents from sixty-one years ago met again today. Long Yuyang's gaze was full of coldness, revealing a strong killing intent. But Feng Fan looked calm, and didn't seem to take this competition to heart at all.

"Lei Sha Sect Long Yuyang!" the corners of Long Yuyang's mouth twitched, and cold words came out of his mouth.

"Flying Sect Fengfan. Feng Fan said slowly and methodically as he opened the True Yuan Imperial Shield. Long Yuyang waved his right hand, and a red flame suddenly emerged, jumping in the palm of his hand, which was the Xuansha Demon Flame that he had turned into from the Xuansha Demon Qi in his cultivation of the Xuansha Demon Skill.

Long Yuyang pinched a magic trick with his left hand, and the area around his body was immediately wrapped in thick blood qi. Long Yuyang's body rushed forward and rushed towards Feng Fan, but before the person arrived, the Xuan Demon Flame in his hand was the first to fly out, and a pillar of fire turned into flames rushed towards Feng Fan.

Feng Fan's right hand flipped over, and the scimitar magic weapon appeared in his hand, and a dazzling light and powerful aura immediately shot out, and countless Dao Gang Qi burst out in an instant, colliding with the oncoming red pillar of fire.

After a muffled sound, the red pillar of light disappeared in an instant, and Long Yuyang's body appeared behind Feng Fan like a ghost. Long Yuyang's right hand flickered, and a red flame appeared again. Long Yuyang pushed forward with his right hand, and the red flames shot towards Feng Fan.

Although this change was only between the calcium carbide sparks, Feng Fan had already sensed it with his powerful divine sense. The body moved forward slightly, and with a wave of his right hand back, the scimitar magic weapon was behind him.

With a "whoosh", the Mysterious Demon Flame instantly wrapped the scimitar, and the scimitar changed color slightly under the burning of the Xuan Demon Flame. But the Demon Flame soon vanished without a trace. The remaining huge True Yuan fluctuation made Feng Fan's body tremble slightly, but Long Yuyang took a step back before he could stand firm.

Feng Fan calmly turned around and looked at his opponent with a playful gaze. Feeling a burst of qi and blood tumbling in his chest, Long Yuyang's heart was shocked, the opponent defeated him with absolute strength back then, and even the ghost spirit banner failed to let the opponent fail. In a competition just now, Long Yuyang felt that the opponent's strength was still extremely strong, and it seemed that he was far superior to himself.

Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, Long Yuyang's body retreated sharply, and he opened a distance from Feng Fan. Long Yuyang's right hand waved rapidly, and several clouds of demonic flames shot towards Feng Fan again.

Seeing that the opponent's attack was fierce, the scimitar in Feng Fan's hand slashed a graceful arc in the void, and a brilliant sword and the Xuansha Demon Flame collided together. "Whoa......" A few times, the Xuansha Demon Flame was instantly defeated by the sword, and the remnants of the sword's power fell to the ground. With a "bang", several depressions appeared in the ground of the square.

Long Yuyang waved his right hand again, and several red flames flew out when the scimitar had just flown back, shooting directly at Feng Fan. Feng Fan pointed a little finger in his right hand, and the scimitar met it, already blocking the path of the Xuansha Demon Flame. "Whoa......" There were several muffled sounds, and the two-colored light drifted around, and under the interception of the scimitar magic weapon, the attack of the Xuansha Demon Flame was completely dissolved.

I saw that Long Yuyang's hands swelled a lot rapidly, and there was a thick blood vapor on them, which made a faint fishy smell diffuse in the air. Long Yuyang's figure flickered, and the person had already arrived in front of Feng Fan. Long Yuyang raised his blood-colored giant palm and struck straight at Feng Fan.

Feng Fan was not afraid, his body retreated slightly, and the scimitar met him. Long Yuyang's hands burst out of Dao blood, enveloping Feng Fan's scimitar in it. As the scimitar exploded with a powerful force, countless blood qi all collapsed. A crackling sound came out, and Long Yuyang seemed to be greatly shaken, his face became a little pale, and then his body quickly retreated.

"Come and don't be rude!" With Feng Fan's low shout, Feng Fan waved his right hand, and the scimitar carried a piercing knife that shot out like a lightning speed, heading straight for Long Yuyang's neck.

Feeling the powerful aura of the scimitar magic weapon and the infinite killing intent, Long Yuyang's complexion changed slightly. After all, Long Yuyang is not only a demon cultivator, he has always been inseparable from immortal cultivators. Moreover, in the Golden Moon Ancient Kingdom Qi Gathering Period Monk Contest a few decades ago, he violated the rules and applied the Black Magic Bead magic weapon, so today Feng Fan showed no mercy to Long Yuyang and used all his strength in this blow.

Long Yuyang opened his mouth, and a short sword shot out, judging from the fluctuation of spiritual power, this is a magic weapon. The short sword swelled in an instant, turning into a giant sword in an instant, and then quickly rushed towards the scimitar.

Long Yuyang's hands changed rapidly, and the blood qi around his body became thicker, forming countless layers of shields, and Long Yuyang's figure completely disappeared at this moment. With a "Zheng" sound, the giant sword trembled violently after being hit by the scimitar, and then retreated rapidly, and soon slammed into the blood qi shield around Long Yuyang's body. Several muffled sounds rang out, and for each shattering of the hood, there was a muffled sound, until the three layers of defensive shields were broken.

Seeing that the full blow did not hit Long Yuyang, who was at the peak level in the late stage of foundation building, Feng Fan was a little surprised at the same time, and with a move of his right hand, the scimitar flew back. Because of the shattering of several layers of blood qi shield defense, Long Yuyang's figure appeared in everyone's sight again. It's just that his face is extremely ugly, and against the backdrop of blood, Long Yuyang seems to be a ghost of hell.

Just now, he used the unique defense in the Xuansha Demon Skill, and he barely defused the opponent's blow on the premise of consuming a huge amount of True Yuan and suffering a slight internal injury, which made Long Yuyang extremely angry.

Long Yuyang silently recited the mantra, and then the true yuan in his body swarmed out, and the giant sword in front of him was suddenly wrapped in a stream of blood. Long Yuyang played several tricks at the giant sword, and the giant sword was red and prosperous.

Long Yuyang bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a stream of blood towards the giant sword, the blood light of the giant sword was even stronger, and there were several layers of blood-colored light around Long Yuyang's body, and his figure became blurred again.

Long Yuyang's face became a little pale, but it emitted a hideousness, and then he showed a resolute look, and the true yuan in his body swarmed out again. Long Yuyang felt a slight dizziness, but then he didn't hesitate to flick at the giant sword, which carried a heavy blood qi and shot towards Feng Fan.

A sneer tuded at the corner of Feng Fan's mouth, and he pointed at the scimitar in front of him, and the scimitar greeted him. A muffled sound came out, and the scimitar first slammed into the blood qi outside the giant sword, and the two stopped, and the blood qi collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After the blood qi was completely gone, the greatsword and scimitar collided together. The scimitar, which had been consumed by some of its strength, was on par with the giant sword. After the two magic weapons collided, they retreated sharply in an instant, and were collected back by the two.

Long Yuyang's face was extremely ugly, and at the cost of consuming a huge amount of True Yuan, he used the secret technique in the Xuansha Demon Skill, which caused the attack power of the magic weapon to increase significantly, and he failed to defeat the opponent. It seems that today's battle is more auspicious, and the next step should be to focus on defense.

With this in mind, Long Yuyang's figure retreated sharply, and at the same time, he patted the storage bag on his waist, and a purple-red bead suddenly appeared in front of him.

This bead is called the "Blood Demon Bead", and it is a defensive magic weapon that can greatly enhance the defensive power of the Demon Cultivator's own True Yuan Imperial Shield. As the true yuan gushed out, Xiao Zhu suddenly quickly absorbed the surrounding aura, and Long Yuyang hit several spells at the red Xiao Zhu, and Xiao Zhu suddenly swelled, emitting countless blood rays. These blood rays quickly turned into countless blood qi, enveloping Long Yuyang firmly.

Feng Fan pointed at the scimitar, and with the injection of a huge amount of true yuan, the scimitar surged wildly, and in the next moment, the scimitar shot towards Long Yuyang, who was wrapped in blood and qi. Countless muffled sounds came, and the scimitar launched countless attacks on Long Yuyang, and finally after the blood and qi continued to disperse, Long Yuyang's figure was extremely clear. The blood-red bead on Long Yuyang's side shrank a lot, floating there quietly.

After the scimitar crushed the last layer of blood qi, Long Yuyang's complexion changed drastically, and his body moved rapidly to the side, in a delusional attempt to dodge the scimitar's fierce attack. It's just that the scimitar turns around like a shadow. With a "whoosh", the scimitar pierced Long Yuyang's left shoulder, and a stream of blood arrows spurted out. Feng Fan gestured at the scimitar that continued to fly forward, and the scimitar flew back in front of him.

Long Yuyang's face was extremely pale, and there was a hint of fear in his resentful eyes when he looked at Feng Fan. Long Yuyang didn't expect that with the help of the Blood Demon Bead's defense, he couldn't resist the opponent's attack, it seemed that the opponent's strength was comparable to that of a cultivator in the Hua Dan period.

"Feng Fan stop, I Lei Shajiao admit defeat. Just as Feng Fan was about to kill the killer, there was an urgent stop from the sound of the Dust Refining True Monarch in his ears.

Feeling a little regretful, Feng Fan hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly put the scimitar into the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring. Long Yuyang sealed the blood veins around his left shoulder, collected the red beads in front of him, and then hurried back to the place where the Thunder Sha Sect monks gathered.

"The Wind of the Flying Heaven Sect is better than Long Yuyang of the Thunder Demon Sect. Li Shengtian's high-pitched voice came from around the square.

Feng Fan glanced around a few times, still with that ancient look on his face, and then slowly left the square and returned to the location of the Flying Sect monk.

Feng Fan defeated Long Yuyang with an absolute advantage, and did not rely on talismans, crystal jade and other things, which made many monks of the Feitian Sect admire them to the ground. Phantom Yue Zhenren was even more smiling, no matter what happened to the battle between Feng Fan and Qin Bingyu tomorrow, the Flying Heaven Sect would have at least three-tenths of the mining rights of that giant crystal jade mine, which was a great blessing for the Flying Heaven Sect whose strength had obviously declined in the melee of the Golden Moon Ancient Kingdom's cultivation realm.

Completely opposite to the Flying Heaven Sect, the Refining Dust True Monarch and the Jade Realm Elder were secretly annoyed, because Long Yuyang's defeat caused the Thunder Demon Sect to lose face and real profits, which added a little more to the hatred of the two of them towards Feng Fan.

Because the second round of the competition was over, all the monks dispersed, and everyone was very much looking forward to the two competitions on the second day, especially the finals, and Feng Fan and Qin Bingyu undoubtedly became the objects of conversation among many monks. One is the best in several competitions, and the other is a peerless beauty with extraordinary strength and fairy spirit root, and it will be interesting to see who can win the crown in tomorrow's finals.

In a spacious room, two middle-aged monks gathered together, these two were Qin Zhou and Qin Yuefeng of the Qin family, and Qin Bingyu stood opposite the two.

"Ice Rain, Feng Fan's two battles I can see very clearly, although he is only at the initial level of the late stage of foundation building, his ontological attack and defense capabilities have reached the level of a cultivator in the Huadan stage. Qin Zhou said with a gloomy expression.

"Ancestor, why is this happening?" Qin Bingyu asked with a slight change in his expression.