Xiao Yu understood the meaning of Qinglong's move, so naturally he was to kill some Western disciples and then arrange his own people in.

"Don't worry, now there are too many people talking, but I'm still waiting. We are in the cave heaven. I suspect that the people of the Ju Sect are always monitoring, so don't let them catch the handle.

You can inform others at night and let them be careful, it is best to be low-key and not be overtaken by Westerners."

Xiao Yu's mouth moved slightly and said in a voice to the other party.

Qinglong did not answer, just nodded, then stood up and left.

Looking at Xiao Yu again, after sitting in place for a long time, he did not enter the house, but meditated at the door, while listening to the movements around him.

A night passed by. When the sun just emerged the next day, Xiao Yu and a group of Chinese Xuanmen disciples went to the battle station again. However, this time, they did not go on stage, but stood in the audience and watched.

"Everyone, today we will decide on the talented people on the Golden List. I hope everyone will not hide their weaknesses and show their true abilities.

In the first game, the Ice and Snow Temple fights against Maoshan disciple Qinglong, please come on."

It was the elder yesterday. After the other party finished speaking, Qinglong and a middle-aged man with yellow hair appeared on the battle stage at the same time, and both of them were emitting powerful fluctuations of spiritual power.

The yellow-haired man, Xiao Yu, met yesterday. He had very strong combat power and had reached the level of a great magician.

The realm of the great magician in the West is equivalent to the small-scale cultivation level of the Eastern Xuanmen, so it is still a strong opponent.

"You are very strong, but I'm not afraid. Today I will defeat you head-on and let you know that Western magic is better than your Gu Yi Xinzhi."

The yellow-haired man looked very arrogant, and his eyes looked at Qinglong with a hint of contempt.

"Is that so? I'm going to say this to you, I won't show mercy."

Qinglong smiled. If he loses to a magician with a seventh level of cultivation, he will be embarrassed. So today he must win the other party and win glory.

"Then come on, it's frozen thousands of miles."

The yellow-haired man stepped forward, then his body moved, and a white cold air burst out from the other person's body, sweeping towards the Qinglong like frost.

Wherever the frost passed, anything around it was frozen into an ice sculpture at this moment.

Although Xiao Yu stood below, he still felt an extremely strong chill sweeping over, causing him and some Chinese disciples to retreat to the rear in a hurry.

Qinglong was also ready at the same time. When the cold air came, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of yellow flames.

As soon as the flame came out, Qinglong grabbed it in his hand. Then the other party gently pulled his hands and turned into a flame Tai Chi, which began to rotate in front of his chest.

"retreat.."

Tai Chi was formed, Qinglong's eyes glared, and then slapped the ground. The flame Tai Chi instantly became larger and began to appear and spread in all directions from the foot of Qinglong.

As soon as the white cold air spread to the center of the fighting platform, it was intercepted by the hot high temperature emitted from the flame Tai Chi. After that, the two began to stalemate, and they didn't want to take a step back.

"Great God, please give me the most powerful magic, the Ice Blade..."

The yellow-haired man spread his hands open, as if he was praying, and then waved his hand to the Qinglong. In the air beside him, countless half-foot-long ice skates instantly condensed in the air, and then whistled out, like flying swords in the sky, covering the space around the Qinglong.

At this time, Qinglong also became solemn, and then he waved his hand and a waist drum appeared in his arms.

Dong... Dongdong

The crisp waist drum and the dull sound of starting the train. It was the sound of this sound that made the ice blades flying in a short while, and then under the gaze of everyone, they cracked into countless ice slags and fell to the ground.

This scene changed the face of a man from the Ice and Snow Sect. Before he could think, he quickly retreated to the rear.

And how could Qinglong miss this opportunity?

Just as the other party was about to escape, he beat the waist drum again.

Dongdongdongdong... Dongdongdongdong...

The sound of the waist drum was like a kind of demonic obstacle. After it came out, the yellow-haired man's body suddenly became dull.

Qinglong walked towards the other party while beating the waist drum. As he walked, the flame Tai Chi under his feet also moved forward, pushing the other party's previous cold aura constantly towards the corner.

The yellow-haired man gritted his teeth and watched Qinglong approach him step by step, and his expression also became ferocious.

"ah....."

Suddenly, the yellow-haired man roared, and his voice sounded extremely tragic, and it seemed like he wanted to burst out all the power accumulated in his body.

With the other party's roar, Qinglong paused slightly, because powerful cold fluctuations broke out from the other party once again...

It’s not that Qinglong is unwilling to use his ultimate move, but that he has to put it in the future, because the more disciples he is, the stronger his cultivation will be. Now if the trump card is revealed early, those people will be prepared.

Although the person in front of him has some skills, it is still quite difficult to defeat himself.

With a loud shout, the pressure on the body disappeared instantly. Then the other party flipped his hand, took out a magic wand, then waved it at Qinglong, shouting:

“Ice Storm…”

Ice Storm is a relatively powerful magic in the Western Xuanmen, and it is also the most powerful attack of a magician with a small cultivation level.

Under the shout of opposition, an extremely powerful cold aura soared into the sky, and then the sky suddenly became pitch black.

Qinglong looked up at the sky, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, then waved his hand, and the flame Tai Chi under his feet was divided into two, quickly entrenched above his head, and then another powerful flame flew out of Qinglong's mouth and entered the flame Tai Chi above his head.

The black clouds rolled like a demon entering the world. Then, a violent white cold air turned into a huge tornado and swept out from the thunder clouds above.

Looking from below, the tornado was like a huge ice cone, piercing through the sky and crushing towards the Qinglong with a rush of overwhelming momentum.

Qinglongshen's robe was rustling at this moment, as if it was about to break, but Qinglong stood on the ground, but was unmoved.

"Boy, go and die."

Just as Qinglong used the flame gossip to resist the huge ice storm falling from the sky, the yellow-haired man standing in the distance suddenly shouted, and then jumped and entered the ice storm above.

At the same time, the ice storm began to crack and turned into dozens of ice-cold giant swords, each of which was six or seven meters long, and was slashed at the head of the Qinglong.

"If you integrate into the storm, you will lose too!"

Qinglong sneered, then his body trembled and disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at a corner of the battle platform.

Boom...

Several ice-cold giant swords fell down and cut the battle platform into two directly, but the Qinglong had disappeared without a trace.

The battle platform made a rumbling sound, as if it was about to collapse, but Qinglong ignored it. Instead, he moved his body and appeared in the sky. Then he made one hand into claws and grabbed the giant swords.

While he stretched out his hand, a huge dragon claw phantom suddenly condensed and rushed out directly.

The ice giant swords just now looked arrogant, but under the stirring of the phantom dragon claws, they all shattered. The yellow-haired man before was also as if he was severely injured and fell directly from the sky and smashed on the battle stage with a loud bang.

Everyone in the audience was silent, as if they had not recovered. After hesitating for about ten seconds, a tsunami-like cry finally broke out.

As for the Japanese and Western Xuanmen, their faces were solemn at this time. The look at Qinglong was no longer as contempt as before, but was placed on the same level as them.
Chapter completed!