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"It turns out that Du Daoyou is worried about this matter, so it's easy to say. The lean old man smiled slightly, then swept his gaze over the other monks, and said lightly:

"Fellow Daoists, now there are only eleven people left in the ring, and Du Daoyou has promised to fight with the old man, I think there is no need for everyone to fight, you might as well stand back and let the old man and Du Daoyou fight fairly, okay?"

When the eight monks near the old man heard this, they all glanced at each other with flashing eyes, and they all stepped back in silence.

The seven monks who had besieged the magic circle before couldn't help but look at the magic circle when they retreated, they understood that as long as the lean old man won, this set of magic circles would belong to the old man, and this matter was a fly in the ointment, and they had a slight regret in their hearts.

However, after quickly weighing the pros and cons, they decided to give up.

In an instant, the eight monks retreated to the edge of the ring, and by this time the makeshift groups had completely broken up, distanced themselves from each other, and looked up in vigilance.

"Du Daoyou, can you rest assured?" The thin old man looked at Du Fan and said with a smile.

&"Of course. Du Fan took a step forward and appeared directly outside the magic circle, standing a few feet away from the old man.

"Haha, you're dead!"

The lean old man immediately let out an arrogant laugh, and his figure shot out instantly, heading straight for Du Fan, and at the same time, when his hands shook, a red tree loomed, and before this spell was formed, there was an amazing spiritual pressure that rose to the sky, and the momentum was terrifying.

Facing the menacing lean old man, Du Fan had no fear, but the corners of his mouth moved, revealing a strange smile.

The corners of the thin old man's eyes jumped when he saw this, and the secret way was not good.

At this moment, the void beside the old man fluctuated suddenly, and a white silk thread appeared out of thin air, and flashed out, shooting towards the old man's head in an instant, with such a fast speed, in an instant.

The old man's face changed greatly, his heart beat wildly, and a sense of life and death crisis hit him instantly.

He didn't think about it, he stepped on the ground with one foot, changed the trajectory of his movements, and at the same time, with a wave of his arm, the red tree that had not yet been completely triggered, after a flash, blocked in front of him.

With a "bang", the white silk thread instantly pierced through the trunk of the tree and continued to shoot towards the old man's head.

The lean old man took advantage of the time of the red tree, and his whole body immediately turned into a cloud of green smoke, and he was about to flee away.

But at this moment, the figure in front of the old man flickered, and a man in a green robe suddenly appeared, with a faint smile on his face, this person was Du Fan, he didn't say a word, and directly punched out.

The old man's arm flicked, and a red axe transformed by magic flashed out and smashed down towards Du Fan's fist.

After a loud "boom", the red axe immediately collapsed and shattered, but Du Fan only paused slightly, and then the second punch was struck again.

At the same time, the sharp white silk thread shot out, and it was about to pierce the old man's head.

Seeing this, the old man was furious, and after a low roar, his hands quickly pinched the trick, and the two half-zhang large fire shields immediately conjured out, meeting Du Fan's fist and the strange silk thread respectively.

Seeing this, Du Fan sneered, and even ignored the fire shield in front of him, but bypassed the fire shield in a flash, and at the same time, a golden glow rolled out from the surface of his left arm.

A cold glint flashed in Du Fan's eyes, his arms waved one after another, and several golden fist shadows the size of watermelons immediately appeared, intertwined and overlapped, and swept towards the lean old man.

"Damn it!" the old man's eyes were red, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and in an instant, another shield of fire appeared.

Du Fan ignored the scene in front of him, his figure shook again, and he had already appeared on the other side of the old man, without the illusion of the fist, he directly punched out, hitting the old man's left ribs fiercely, and at the same time, a strong and crazy rush into the opponent's body.

There was a continuous "click" sound of broken bones, and it seemed that the lean old man had broken at least seven or eight ribs.

"Ah......h

As soon as a terrible scream came out, the old man's entire body flew out like an eagle striking the sky.

When Du Fan saw this scene, he had no intention of pursuing, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he quietly put away the Xuanmu silkworm.

At the same time, his arm suddenly moved, and after the golden light rolled, the two arms instantly returned to their usual size, and even the golden fist shadow not far away quietly dispersed in front of the fire shield at hand, without a spell collision.

If possible, Du Fan naturally didn't want to expose his strength in advance, believing that in the scene just now, no one would discover the existence of the Xuanmu Silkworm, nor would he imagine the true power of that golden fist shadow.

The old man spurted blood in the air, his breath was sluggish, and the direction in which he flew upside down at this time was the eight monks, which was also the result of Du Fan's careful calculation.

The eyes of the eight monks flashed, and their divine thoughts were scattered together, and after determining the old man's physical condition at this time, these people actually shot at the same time, and the eight spells appeared in an instant, heading straight for the old man, drowning him in an instant.

"The No. 3 ring competition is over, Du Fan, Song Yong, Zhou Dekai...... The above ten people successfully advanced to the top 100 of this year's Haitian Competition, and they will leave the field as soon as possible!"

As the voice of a foundation building hall master came out loud, the forbidden light curtain around the third ring slowly dispersed.

Du Fan took a deep breath, pinched his hands and pressed it into the air towards the miniature defensive array, and the light curtain of the whole white magic circle suddenly dissipated in a flash of light, revealing more than ten pieces of different styles of array magic tools inside, and under Du Fan's one-handed move, they were all put into the storage bag.

"Thank you Du Daoyou, Song will definitely remember this matter!" Song Yong took a deep breath, came to Du Fan, and opened his mouth with a fist.

"Song Daoyou doesn't have to be polite, remember to return the spirit stone. Du Fan smiled slightly, patted the other party's shoulder, and then walked straight to the bottom of the ring without making any stops.

Song Yong was a little dumbfounded when he saw this, and after smiling bitterly, he chose another direction and jumped out of the ring.

The other eight monks took a deep look at Du Fan's back, most of them with gloomy expressions, and after a while, they left one after another.

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"The juniors finally lived up to the expectations of the four seniors and won the first round of the big competition. After Du Fan returned to the VIP seat where Crescent Island was, he saluted the four Jindan Dharma Protectors one after another.

"Good performance, sit down first, wait for the first ** to be completely over, and then we will go back together. The middle-aged man surnamed Liu smiled slightly, pointed to the chair next to him, and spoke softly.

"Yes. Du Fan naturally didn't have any objections, and after saluting again, he sat down beside Liu Zhongtian.

Chen Da and the white-haired old woman, who were originally quite unoptimistic about Du Fan, looked at Du Fan at this time, and their eyes were also softer, not as indifferent as before.

After Du Fan sat upright, he immediately turned his eyes and swept towards the ring, at this time, the four rings of No. 3, No. 4, No. 7, No. 9 completed the first ** competition, and the other rings have also reached the end stage, and the final victory is about to be decided.

Through the dialogue of several Jindan Dharma protectors, Du Fan learned that among the four rings that had ended the battle, among the monks who participated in the big competition on Crescent Island, only he had successfully advanced.

As for the other three, not only did they all fail, but they all fell, and they didn't even have a chance to quit with a sigh of relief, including a monk who was the third in the junior ranks.

"Well, if it weren't for that miniature defensive circle, I don't think I'd have ended much better than them. Du Fan sighed, thinking of it with palpitations.

After a cup of tea, the battle ended in the No. 1 ring, and the monk of Crescent Island, knowing that he was invincible, just wanted to shout out the words of withdrawal, but was pierced through his throat by a slender golden mang, and was killed on the spot.

In the next hour, the remaining rings decided the top ten people one after another, and by this time, the battle situation of the first ** competition was already very obvious.

Of the 683 monks who participated in the Great Contest on each island, less than 200 are now alive, and the rest have all fallen, with a mortality rate of up to three-quarters, and even the monks of the three main islands have died less than half.

Here on Crescent Island, except for Du Fan, the monk who was the first in Xiaobi was unexpectedly promoted and became one of the top 100 cultivators in this year's Dabi, and the other monks who participated in the battle on Crescent Island, except for one who shouted out at a critical moment and was spared, all the remaining seven people fell.

Shazhou Island, which is in alliance with Crescent Island, is even more miserable, except for Song Yong, who was on the same stage with Du Fan and advanced to the top 100 with the help of the power of the magic circle, none of the other nine monks survived.

Hearing that Lin Musen, the Jindan Dharma Protector of Fallen Leaf Island, slowly read out these achievements, Du Fan's originally ugly face couldn't help but turn a little pale again, and he even had a feeling of horror.

Du Fan never expected that this time the island competition would be so dangerous, and it was really a fluke that he could survive and successfully advance to the top 100.

However, several Jindan Dharma Protectors of Crescent Island did not show disappointment, but looked calm, praised Du Fan and another monk who had advanced to the top 100, and also promised some benefits, as if they were very satisfied with the results of the first round of Dabi.

The second ** competition of the Haitian Feast was scheduled to be held in half a month, so after Lin Musen announced the relevant matters, the cultivators of Crescent Island withdrew from the infield under the leadership of Liu Zhongtian and appeared in the outer square when they came.

Liu Zhongtian didn't say a word, a black light flashed out with a wave of his big sleeves, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a pitch-black giant boat hundreds of zhang long, suspended there one foot above the ground, it was the Moling Flying Boat.