Huangfu Chongyang suddenly realized: "It's actually a spirit gathering body? No wonder Duanmu Chun will never lack spiritual power, unless there is no spiritual energy in the air..."

Huangfu Chongyang slowly smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Ran Caitong felt very happy to be proud. Mu Lian is a mirror spirit root and a natural formation body. Brother Duanmu is a mutated wind spirit root and a spirit gathering body. With such qualifications, who dares to underestimate them?

If these monks knew that she was an extremely rare spiritual root devouring, how glorious they were in the Xuanyu World.

When their talent reaches a height that is admirable, countless people will envy and admire them.

At this time, Mu Lian and others were fighting fiercely on the martial arts arena. The ten monks from Snow City and Peacock City held their breath and exerted 12% of their strength to fight.

Peacock City has three Nascent Soul Great Perfection monks.

These three Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivators are powerful. At this time, they join forces to defend. Their two of their late-stage Nascent Soul teammates attack and harass them. Mu Lian and Duanmu Chun will not be able to capture them for a while.

Mo Wanbai and Changsun Luohe are dealing with the five Nascent Soul monks in Bai Xuecheng.

There are two Nascent Soul Great Perfection monks in Snow City and three late Nascent Soul monks.

At this time, we can see that Changsun Luohe, who ranks tenth in the Xuanyu Tianjiao List, is so powerful.

Mo Wanbai entangled two Nascent Soul Great Perfection monks.

Changsun Luohe began a bombing mode. Changsun Luohe had a beautiful hair fluttering, and he actually beat the three late-stage Nascent Soul monks in Snow City to danger. Several times, these three Nascent Soul monks were almost deposed.

Changsun Luohe's eyes were calm, but his moves became more and more ruthless and crazy. She had a sense of strength, that is, no matter how strong the opponent was, she just kept making moves and slamming. If this move didn't work, use stronger moves.

Changsun Luohe is the kind of monk who becomes more and more powerful as he fights.

Mu Lian took the time to glance at Changsun Luohe and said in surprise: "What a crazy woman! The three late-stage Nascent Soul monks in Snow City were bombarded with only their shorts left! Changsun Luohe actually smashed the magic weapon robes on their bodies?"

"boom……"

Three late-stage Nascent Soul monks in Snow City were bombarded out of the ring, and their pants were all broken when they flew out...

After the Changsun Luohe bombarded three late-stage monks in the Nascent Soul stage, he began to bombard two Nascent Soul Great Perfection monks in Bai Snow City.

"Madman, this guy is a madman!"

"Why is a cultivator in the late stage of Nascent Soul so powerful?"

Mo Wanbai smiled and said, "I was accidentally beaten down by her when I was fighting with Changsun Luohe. It's normal for her to knock you away!"

Mo Wanbai and Changsun Luohe joined forces and soon they blasted the two Nascent Soul Great Perfection monks from Snow City out of the arena.

Mu Lian said unhappyly: "Mo Wanbai is showing off again! Are you grinding your butt by the shit owner? Kill them quickly!"

Duanmu Chun's face turned dark and glared at Mu Lian. The Wind War God, who had hidden his body, instantly appeared on the waist of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The God of Wind swirled around the monk's waist.

"brush……"

This late-stage Nascent Soul monk was cut into two directly...

"Ah..." The late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who was cut in half was so scared that he was so scared that he controlled his upper body and flew out of the competition arena in a panic.

After flying out of the competition arena, the monk summoned his lower body under him, and then he took out a medicine bottle and poured out a pill and took it.

After a while, the monk's body was cut in half and grew back together.

After confirming that his body was intact, the monk roared wildly: "Duanmu Chun, you are so vicious! You must die a good death!"

Duanmu Chun curled his lips: "This is how the attack method of the Wind War God is. Once the Wind War God comes out, there will always be something missing on the enemy. It's a pity that the Wind War God is best at sealing the throat when he sees blood. Unfortunately, this move is not fatal to the monk."

The remaining four monks on the ring looked at Duanmu Chun with horror.

"I didn't expect Duanmuchun to look at Wen Runru Yu, but act so ruthlessly!"

"I thought his turtle shell was powerful, but I didn't expect his attack power to be so powerful."

"It's so scary. A cultivator in the late stage of Nascent Soul is so powerful. The Red Star World is indeed a higher world."

"I think it's not that our qualifications are weak, but that the inheritance of the Red Star World is higher than that of the Xuanyu World."

These four monks were sighing, but Mu Lian walked around the back of a Nascent Soul Great Perfection monk with his unpredictable body techniques, gently patted him.

"Puff..." The Nascent Soul Great Perfection Cultivator spitted blood and flew out of the competition arena.

At this time, only one Nascent Soul Great Perfection Cultivator and two Nascent Soul late-stage cultivators were left on the competition arena.

Kong Xuanfang finally stopped hurting at this time. He had the heart to care about the situation of the battle, but found that Peacock City was tortured miserably.

Kong Xuanfang almost shed tears and said tremblingly: "Mu Lian, can you be my enemy? I am always unlucky when I meet you."

Mu Lian curled his lips and said, "Can you use words? Don't use the word "enemy" blindly. I am honest with you."

Kong Xuanfang roared: "I'm fighting with you!"

Then Kong Xuanfang was suddenly pulled away by the Wind War God.

Kong Xuanfang howled and flew out of the competition arena.

Duanmu Chun said lightly: "See he is so pitiful, just give him some pleasure."

Mu Lian: "..." Didn't Duanmu Chun pretend to say that the God of Wind will lose something whenever he fights against the enemy?

Duanmu Chun pointed to the location where Kong Xuanfang had just stood as if he knew what Mu Lian was thinking: "His hair is quite beautiful."

Mu Lian took a look and opened his mouth wide and said, "Kong Xuanfang's hair has turned into peacock feathers? With such a large handful of peacock feathers, wouldn't Kong Xuanfang be bald?"

"You actually dare to hurt my young city lord of Peacock City?"

"Peacock City won't let you go!"

The only two Nascent Soul monks left on the competition are furious.

Mu Lian's eyes rolled: "I kindly let you stay until the end. You can get four points. You don't thank me? Since that's the case, there are no shorts left on Changsun Luo River that will blow them away!"

Changsun Luohe: "..." She actually doesn't have this hobby. She just didn't pay attention to whether the other party's velvet was there.

She only cares about whether the enemy's aura is strong or weak.

Although Changsun Luohe was a little embarrassed, he still made a move. This time, Changsun Luohe specifically paid attention to whether the other party's robes were still there.

If the velvet is gone, she will change her attack method.

The manager looked at the four monks who were standing on the competition ring in the end and said unwillingly: "Blue Star City won."

The local monks in Xuanyu World all felt their faces were dull and didn't speak for a while.

Regardless of whether they admit it or not, the four monks from the Blue Star City team have proved that they are not waste or weak.

This team won many victories in a strange way, which made all monks feel their strength. They are really strong, and it is definitely not up to luck.

Now, they are fierce and unstoppable and have become the strongest dark horse. No one can predict what ranking Blue Star City will achieve.
Chapter completed!