A True Essence Fourth Turn strong man who has not yet reached the point of Yuan is not in the eyes of the white-robed young man at all.
Moreover, he managed to establish the image of a super strong man in front of Elder Kong.
If Xu Yi is allowed to be arrogant, this hard-won image will collapse.
Xu Yi was very straightforward and immediately jumped into the circle and said to the young man in white robe, "It's time to start."
The young man in white robe said coldly, "Xia Chong Yu Bing, ignorant and fearless."
Immediately, he placed the Vertical flute horizontally in his mouth, and a cloud of white mist flew out from the mouth of the flute and went straight towards the cover of the Xu Yi.
White mist instantly enveloped Xu Yi, Xu Yi An stepped quietly, everyone's eyes widened, and after three breaths, Xu Yi took three steps slowly.
The white-robed young man's face was flushed, and Vertical flute had been blown away so much that his blue light was blown away. Balls of billowing white mist almost enveloped Xu Yi, but Xu Yi kept walking.
Four steps, five steps, six steps...
The short-built old man and Red-wart old man stared so hard that their eyes were about to bleed. The scene in front of them was too subversive.
They are fully aware of the terror of the white mist floated by the white-robed young man Vertical flute, and it cannot be restrained by any technique or spirit.
What was even weirder was the guy who stepped into the circle. The terrifying white mist in front of him seemed to be like smoke in the forest, unable to stop him in the slightest.
This, what is going on...
The two of them racked their brains and couldn't figure it out, and the white-robed young man couldn't figure it out either. The spells he desperately used made white mist form one after another.
Suddenly, there was a click, Vertical flute suddenly cracked, and with a whoosh, the young man in white robe spat out several mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground.
At this moment, Xu Yi stepped out of the circle.
"Okay!"
White-haired Daoist priest shouted loudly, his white hair flying with excitement.
Except for Tianyu Tower, who hurriedly grabbed the young man in white robe, the rest of the people's eyes were glued to Xu Yi, as if they were looking at a demon.
White-haired Daoist priest came forward excitedly, "Brother Daoist is so Divine Ability that He Mou is eye-opening and admired so much. Brother Daoist, don't worry, He Mou will not regret what he promised."
"The artistic conception should be wonderful, but how can you resist the sharp means that can make point origin expert succeed?"
Elder Kong Si has extraordinary vision. Now that things have come to this, he has come to realize that the unpredictable methods of the young man in white robes are not evil intentions like Spirit Secluded Melody, but a combination of artistic conception.
As far as he knew, it was extremely difficult to integrate artistic conception into attack techniques. Once integrated, it would have unpredictable power.
Dust Sword Wang Yao's famous name is even known to him.
The Chen Sword is so powerful that it controls the world, isn't it just forged with the intention to kill?
The young man in white robe, Vertical flute, obviously followed a different path but with the same result. Therefore, so many strong men were attacked one after another.
But he couldn't figure out how Xu Yi made the leap.
Unless Xu Yi also understands the wonder of artistic conception, how can the wonder of artistic conception be so easy to obtain? There are countless geniuses all over the world who have tried their best and failed to achieve it.
He didn't believe it was such a coincidence that out of a dozen or so people here, two people understood the wonder of the artistic conception.
Xu Yi smiled and said, "This is a secret, I'm sorry to tell you. I dare to ask Elder Kong, in that game just now, did I win?"
Elder Kong smiled and nodded, "Everyone has seen it, so why should I say more about you? This fellow Daoist has something to do here. Are you interested in meeting me? Kong likes to make friends the most, especially outstanding and wise people like fellow Daoist."
White-haired Daoist priest was nervous for no reason, but with a smile on his face, he said, "Fourth Elder wants to meet friends, how can we not have Gao, Gao is determined to have this glass of wine."
At the same time, I did not forget to say to Xu Yi, "Although the Kong family is a holy family, they have as many powerful men as cattle and horses. If Daoist brother is with me, Ask Immortal Pavilion, Gao I will treat you wholeheartedly and regard you as your Exalted One guest. If a Daoist brother joins the Kong family, he will just become one of the powerful people recruited by the Kong family. Daoist friends are smart people and I believe they know how to make choices."
Xu Yi said from his heart, "Brother Gao Don't worry, I'm not a man who wanders around."
After saying that, he gave White-haired Daoist priest a reassurance and declined Elder Kong Si's invitation.
Elder Kong Si was not angry either, he just said "leave it for later".
When he thought about it, people like Xu Yi were not very different from the people he had taken under his command.
As long as he gives it time, he has plenty of ways to capture this person.
After a lot of effort and effort, Black-clothed middle-aged man became impatient and said, "Time is tight, so Hong will stop talking nonsense. Brother Qi asked a few fellow Daoists to listen to a piece of music before, and he will show off his martial arts to show off his strength."
White-haired Daoist priest's eyebrows twitched and he said, "Tell me more clearly, how to compare."
The simpler the conditions, the more mysterious they are. The previous game has proved it.
Black-clothed middle-aged man pointed at the dark-faced man on his left, "This Fellow Daoist Xiong will fight. Who will Brother Gao send to fight? How many times will they fight? It will be the same as the previous game. I will not make any restrictions here."
"The only requirement is that the two sides are not allowed to use spiritual thoughts, spiritual power, etc. in the battle. They only fight with physical brute force until one party dies or begs for mercy. I wonder if Brother Gao dares to accept the challenge?"
White-haired Daoist priest smiled and said, "Brother Hong is really hypocritical. Now that the matter has come to this, do you still have a choice?"
After winning one game, he already had the confidence in his heart that even if he lost the second game, it would be within the acceptable range.
"Comparing strength, it's very good, I'll give it a try."
Red-wart old man speaks again.
In the last battle, he lost inexplicably and was extremely embarrassed.
With the comparison of Xu Yi, it is even more obvious that his point origin expert reputation is in vain. How can he swallow this breath?
What's more, he himself practices evil methods, and has taken the path of devouring strong men to obtain strong essence. His body is extremely strong, and purely in terms of strength, he has never met anyone who can catch his eye.
The dark-faced man took a step forward, looked at the red-skinned old man and said, "Since we want to fight, let's not hide. Let's rely on our true abilities. I let you, you take the first move."
He was extremely thin, and while he was talking, the wind blew on the ice, causing his thin clothes to cling tightly to his body, completely revealing the outline of his entire body. He was really skinny and skinny.
As soon as Thin black-clothed man finished speaking, Red-wart old man rushed out. Although there was no spiritual power fluctuation, his entire body's escape speed was still faster than a meteor, and he was close in an instant.
Boom!
Red-wart old man punched Thin black-clothed man hard in the chest.
Amidst the huge roar, Thin black-clothed man's body was knocked into the sky.
Red-wart old man gained the upper hand and refused to give up. He flew into the air, chasing Thin black-clothed man's body, and fired hundreds of punches in a row.
The full force bombardment of hundreds of punches caused even a mountain to collapse, but Thin black-clothed man was like a piece of dry hard iron, just flipping over in the air continuously without any injuries.
The full force bombardment of hundreds of punches made Red-wart old man even an iron man feel tired.
There was only a pause, Thin black-clothed man stood firm, looked at Red-wart old man with a smile and said, "Brother Daoist's fist tastes good, but it still lacks some strength."
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