The strong man grabbed it with his big hand, and a thick copper rod with a dark gold color appeared out of thin air, and after holding it in his hand, he carried it on his shoulder at will.

This thick copper rod, judging from the model and weight alone, is no less than the ghost guide stick in Du Fan's hand!

"Boy, do you dare to accept my previous proposal?" the strong man smiled with some disdain.

"As you wish. Du Fan said lightly.

"Very good!" the strong man's eyes flashed, his arm shook, and the copper rod waved.

At the same time, he strode forward, slashing the brass stick in his hand as he ran, roaring angrily, coupled with his burly figure and hideous face, the whole person looked like a wild beast that had just escaped from the trap.

In contrast, Du Fan's expression was much calmer, holding the ghost guide stick, taking a deep breath, his upper body suddenly twisted a few times, and then a layer of earthy yellow giant bear phantom was around his body.

At this moment, he actually performed a bear play that he had not seen for a long time.

The bear opera contains strong strength and wild atmosphere, and in terms of power, the bear opera is the first of the five bird operas.

However, when he cultivated Xiong Opera to Xiaocheng, he only used it once, but that time made him feel palpitations and was inexplicably frightened, and he would never dare to touch it easily when he fought against people in the future.

I still remember that when he was chased and killed by everyone in the Ren family's Fengmen branch, in order to quickly improve his combat power, he rashly used the bear drama that he had not yet fully understood, and as a result, his strength increased, and his combat power reached an unprecedented height, beating the enemy extremely miserably.

However, he also lost his mind because of this, and went berserk. There is no advance or retreat in the savage attack. If it weren't for the passive protection of the two major body arts. He was already dead with them.

After that war, as long as Du Fan had free time, he would study the drawbacks of Xiong Opera and seek solutions, otherwise it would be a pity if such a powerful secret technique could not be used.

With the deepening of his own cultivation and experience, he finally has some experience in bear opera, although it cannot fundamentally solve the problem of mental rage. But at least you can avoid the important and light, and show this play unharmed, but the power is a little less.

I saw that as soon as the earthy yellow giant bear phantom around Du Fan flashed, it suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a layer of green deer phantom.

This kind of conversion between the five fowl plays is a method that Du Fan has explored to perform bear plays.

When he tried this method of transformation, he naturally tried each type of play, but found that the conversion effect of bear play and deer play was the best.

For this phenomenon, Du Fan did not understand much at that time, until later, with the deepening of his understanding of the five poultry opera. He gradually realized something.

The main embodiment of deer opera is the tempering of the flesh, compared to other types of opera. The external manifestation of deer opera is not obvious, perhaps this is one of the reasons why deer opera can be perfectly transformed from bear opera.

In the ring, Du Fan, almost at the moment when the giant bear phantom and the Qinglu phantom alternated around him, he appeared in front of the strong man, and with a wild force, he smashed the ghost lead stick in his hand towards the opponent's head.

In an instant, two thick metal sticks slammed together, and a deafening loud sound was immediately heard, and waves of sound waves swept out, making everyone around them subconsciously protect their ears from being stabbed by sound waves.

The two confronted each other for a breath or so, the strong man's eyes suddenly bulged, his face was purple, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and then the burly and stout body instantly broke away from the ground, like a fallen leaf in the wind, rolled upside down, flew out of the ring in a blink of an eye, and smashed heavily on the outside of the field, and then rolled his eyes and fainted.

The strong man who was extremely arrogant just now, but in the field of strength that he is best at, he was defeated with just one blow, and he was unconscious!

There was silence all around, and no one made a sound similar to cheering or roaring, firstly, because this scene was too shocking, and everyone was a little dumbfounded, and secondly, because there were elders from the Han and Li families here, they did not dare to make a mistake.

The middle-aged martial artist and beautiful woman of the Han family looked at Du Fan, their eyes flashing with wonder, but they didn't mean to speak.

"Li Daomingsheng!Next one!" Suddenly, Han Spruce spoke excitedly, making a somewhat discordant sound, breaking the somewhat silent atmosphere in the martial arts arena.

The old man in the soap robe turned slightly pale, and said coldly: "Carry that waste away for me!"

Immediately, two members of the Li family, who were watching the excitement, trotted over with trembling strands, carried the thick man, and left the martial arts arena without saying a word.

"Brother Li, do you see?" The middle-aged martial artist glanced at the soap-robed old man, as if with a hint of hesitation and inquiry.

"Willing to gamble and lose. The old man in the soap-robed robe only said four words, and then he said no more.

"Uncle Clan, let me have a discussion with this Li Daoyou. Li Zongwen opened his mouth and took the initiative to ask.

"Go ahead. The soap-robed old man's face was cloudy for a while, and finally he nodded.

Now the situation of the Li family is a bit difficult to ride a tiger, and the shame must be washed away with victory, otherwise where is the dignity?

Of course, this Li family martial artist is still very confident in his family's young generation, even though that cultivator is a rather difficult body cultivator, but compared to Li Zongwen, it is not good.

There is one thing that outsiders don't know, but the old man in the soap robe knows very well, two years ago, Li Zongwen relied on his strong martial arts cultivation to regret the existence of a Jindan in the early stage, and after a big battle, he severely injured the Jindan monk.

The old man in the soap robe firmly believed that no matter how strong a cultivator is, it is impossible to fight across the ranks, because between the two great realms, there is an insurmountable gap, just like no matter how strong a martial artist is, it can't compete with a martial artist, which is almost a definitive conclusion since eternity.

In the same way, no matter how powerful the Zhuji Monk is, it is impossible to defeat the power of Jindan.

Therefore, Li Daoming, who has been in the limelight in the ring for a while, is by no means Li Zongwen's opponent, and the old man in the soap robe firmly believes in this.

After Li Zongwen got the signal from his uncle, he immediately waved his sleeves, and fell into the ring like an immortal, and the folding fan in his hand was spread, and he fanned it a few times, his expression was peaceful, his face was like a crown of jade, and his demeanor was unbeatable, showing calm and elegant.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be you, a little white face who has been abandoned from the beginning, but it's useless, Han Qianxue won't look at people like you, hypocrisy! disgusting! filthy!" As soon as Han Spruce saw Li Zongwen on the field, his little face immediately turned cold, and he made sarcastic remarks.

Obviously, this woman is holding grievances for Murong Liu'er.

As soon as these words came out, Rao is Li Zongwen's cultivation was extraordinary, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly.

The soap-robed old man's breathing was a little heavy, and his eyes instantly became gloomy.

"Spruce, don't talk nonsense!" the beautiful woman rebuked, with a straight face.

Han Spruce obviously wanted to say something more, but when he heard the words of the beautiful woman, he closed his mouth alive, glared at Li Zongwen fiercely, and then announced the start of the battle.

Du Fan was helpless in his heart, he never thought of causing trouble in the Han family's mansion, but before the cold spruce general was repeated, he had to make the first move, but because of the first shot, it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and it was out of control.

He understood that as long as he was undefeated, the Li family would not give up on this matter easily.

But then again, even if he wants to give up the qualification to compete and recruit relatives, it will definitely not be now, so there is nothing to say at the moment, there is only one battle, and he must win.

As soon as Han Spruce's words fell, Du Fan walked to Li Zongwen step by step with the ghost guide stick, and the ghost guide stick was dragged on the ground, and in the piercing friction sound, bursts of sparks burst out.

Li Zongwen's expression was indifferent, holding a fan in one hand, his body did not move, and he looked like Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change.

After Du Fan approached, without saying a word, he slammed the other party with a ghost guide stick.

It was only at this time that Li Zongwen's eyes flashed, and the folding iron fan in his hand was sent up, and immediately a fan the size of Zhang Xu was transformed, although it was illusory, but the style was the same as the folding iron fan in his hand, and even the mountain and river patterns on the fan surface were clearer.

The ghost lead stick landed on the illusory fan, as if it had hit the real thing, and there was a muffled sound, but it only smashed the edge of the illusory fan into a dent, and did not shatter it.

Du Fan saw that the ghost guide stick did not have much effect on the other party, but it was also simple, while his body retreated, his wrist flicked, and the ghost guide stick was put into the storage magic tool, and then he took out the silver sword mage, and suddenly shook it, and immediately a split shadow sword roared out.

The folding iron fan in Li Zongwen's hand shook, and the direction of the fan in the air suddenly turned around, bringing up a fan shadow, and went straight to the Split Shadow Sword to meet it.

The two collided in an instant, and the Split Shadow Sword shook violently in the bombardment of the fan shadow, and collapsed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The light on the surface of the fan shadow dimmed a little, but it was still mixed with terrifying power, and continued to sweep towards Du Fan.

Du Fan nodded slightly, and had some idea of the power of Li Zongwen's fan, but just when he was about to collapse the swept fan shadow and then use several powerful spells, his face changed suddenly.

I saw that the big folding fan and the surrounding fan shadows disappeared in a flash, and when it appeared in an instant, it had already arrived at the place where Du Fan was close at hand, and the process in the middle seemed to be teleporting, which caught people off guard.

The corners of Du Fan's eyes jumped, and he almost subconsciously raised the silver sword in his hand, which was horizontal to his chest.

"Qiang ......" fan shadow slashed on the silver sword, a metallic trill sounded, Du Fan took advantage of this shock force, his body fell backwards, and at the same time, the other hand clenched his fist and swung out, and immediately a large golden fist cloud surged out wildly and slammed on the fan shadow.

After a roar, the fan shadow and the golden fist cloud collapsed one after another, and they both perished.

Du Fan's face was a little ugly, it was not that he was injured in the blow just now, but the silver sword mage in his hand was covered with dense slender cracks, and with a slight force on his wrist, the entire sword body was shattered inch by inch, turning into a pile of iron filings and floating down.

At this moment, he experienced a feeling of distress. (To be continued......)