Chapter 912 What Kind of Skill Is It?

"Speaking of which, fellow Daoist Li Feiyu is also very courageous. It was his first time to participate in the five-city martial arts competition, and he dared to challenge the number one Xuan fighter in Zhixuan City in public. Cultivate one or two." E Kuai glanced at the Xuan Dou Terrace below, and said calmly.

After Qin Yuan heard this, the smile on his face remained undiminished, and an unpredictable look flashed in his eyes towards Chen Yang.

"City Master Er is right. Qingyang City is no more than the other three cities. Its foundation is shallower. It needs to cultivate some good seedlings." Chen Yang said with a smile on his face.

Even though he said this, he knew in his heart that Feng Wuchen would definitely not give him the opportunity to cultivate "Li Feiyu" in the future, and he could only rely on himself for all this.

Han Li and the others didn't pay attention to the situation on the high stage. After the audience made their bets, the battle between the "Qian" stage and the "Kun" stage had already begun.

Since there is really no suspense between Zhu Ziyuan and Jin Gong on the Ganzitai, the odds are set extremely low, so there are very few people who bet on the fighting platform there, and most people bet on it. In the match between Han Li and Feng Wuchen.

Han Li and Feng Wuchen, one is an unknown newcomer to the Xuan Dou Arena, at most he can be regarded as a dark horse to break into the top 16, and the other is the chief fighting force of Yicheng who is in the limelight. The gap between the two is obvious, so Han Li and Feng Wuchen Li's odds are much higher than Feng Wuchen.

The higher the odds, the smaller the chances of winning. Therefore, almost 90% of the people who bet here are betting on Feng Wuchen.

As for the remaining less than 10% of the people, most of them are people who watched Han Li's previous two battles. They bet on him not because they recognized his strength, but because they had a little bit of luck and aimed at a Gamble big and win big.

Amidst the cheers of the audience in the stands, Gu Qianxun and other non-participating Xuan fighters all retreated to the "Xun" and "Gen" stands next to the two "Qiankun".

Before leaving, Gu Qianxun suddenly sent a voice transmission to Han Li, saying: "Fellow Daoist Li, if possible, please severely injure Feng Wuchen. It would be even better if he could be killed. Afterwards, there will be great rewards."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Gu really thinks highly of Li... It's just because of Feng Wuchen's attitude, he doesn't intend to fight me peacefully. If that's the case, I won't be soft." Han Li replied with a smile .

Regarding the grievances between Gu Qianxun and Zhixuancheng, he generally knew something, so he didn't find it strange.

"Then wait for the good news from Fellow Daoist Li." After Gu Qianxun said, he jumped to the Genzi platform in the distance.

In the spectator stands, although Du Long and the others had not recovered from their injuries, they were generally able to act on their own, so today they all gathered together to watch the battle between Han Li and Feng Wuchen.

Among them, the most seriously injured were Tu Gang who first fought Duan Tong, and Yi Liya who had just fought Feng Wuchen.

Both of them need the support of other people to get to the seats in the stands.

After everyone sat down, Yao Li looked at Han Li at the Kunzitai, his eyes were a little erratic.

When he first met Han Li in the Xuan Dou Arena of Qingyang City, he couldn't see any merits in that ordinary-looking human race, but Gu Qianxun valued him quite a lot.

Looking at it now, it was indeed her own blindness, this fellow Daoist Li was far stronger than she imagined, and it was no wonder Gu Qianxun had reminded her earlier that even if she didn't want to see Li Feiyu, don't intentionally make grudges and offend him.

"Fellow Daoist Du Long, how sure do you think Fellow Daoist Li can win?" Yao Li asked Du Long beside him.

After Dulong heard this, he glanced awkwardly at Yi Liya beside him, and said, "This...it's really hard to say, when I was in Qingyang City, this fellow Daoist Li hid his strength, so I couldn't see it. ..."

"Hmph, so what about hiding your strength? Even Gu Qianxun may not be Feng Wuchen's opponent, so he wants to win? Wishful thinking!" Yi Liya snorted coldly in a very bad mood.

"Hehe, if you can't beat yourself, you can say that others can't do it either... I don't know if Fellow Daoist Li can beat him, but Fellow Daoist Bone will definitely beat him." After hearing this, Yao Li sneered and mocked mercilessly.

"Fellow Daoist Gu should defeat Fang Chan first, and then let's talk about other things." Yi Liya said disdainfully.

Yao Li was suffocated when he heard the words, he only felt angry in his heart, but he couldn't vent it.

Back then, Gu Qianxun was indeed defeated by Fang Chan, but now it is very difficult to win against him...

"The two of you should stop arguing, the two profound fights are about to begin." Du Long coughed lightly and reminded.

Yao Li snorted coldly, turned her head and said nothing.

"I want to see if you can get lucky this time..." Yi Liya murmured to himself.

A little further away from the crowd, Daoist Xie was also sitting among the crowd.

Hearing Yi Liya's words, he frowned slightly, turned his head and glanced at him, shook his head and smiled softly.

...

The two Xuandou platforms of "Qiankun" faced each other far away, and the four Xuandou fighters participating in the battle had all stood still.

With the appearance of the two referees, the cheers of the audience in the stands gradually subsided.

On the Ganzi platform, Zhu Ziyuan's bone armor was as white as snow, and he held a bone spear in his hand. The light on it was brilliant, and it obviously contained powerful star power. It was a very powerful star weapon.

The person standing far away from him is tall, about two feet tall, with bulging muscles and a layer of blue fluff on it. It looks like a strong green ape, but it is the one who came out of Xuancheng with him. Jin Gong.

Jin Gong wore a white bone glove on his right arm, which seemed to be sewn from some kind of animal skin, and was inlaid with pieces of star bones of different sizes. Not vulgar.

After the referee standing in the middle announced the rules of the game, he announced the start of the Xuan Dou and left the Xuan Dou Platform by himself.

"Roar……"

Hearing that Jin Gong let out a roar almost like a beast, he clenched his fists and stamped his feet fiercely.

There was a loud bang, and the earth shook. Jin Gong had more than eighty orifices all over his body, and then "bang bang" lit up one after another. .

The glove on his right hand was also lit up with a star light, and the streamer of light gathered at the end of the fist, shining brightly.

"I've told you more than once, right? Leaking aura will only make the glove lose its power, and it's useless except to look better." Zhu Ziyuan looked at this scene coldly, and reminded him blankly.

Hearing this, Jin Gong's face changed slightly, and he took a deep breath, and the stellar energy released from around his body suddenly subsided a lot, as if he lacked stamina and suddenly lost his strength.

But anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the starlight on his glove has obviously become more solid and restrained.

"It's more or less like this, but unfortunately it's still not enough..." Seeing this, Zhu Ziyuan nodded first, then shook his head and said.

After Jin Gong heard this, a bitter look appeared on his face.

The two of them didn't look like they were fighting in the Xuan Dou field at all, but they seemed to be fighting each other on weekdays. Zhu Ziyuan, on the other hand, looked like he was instructing Jin Gong on his practice, and he didn't seem to have the slightest sense of disobedience and awkwardness. .

"Okay, this is more or less the same, come on." After a while, Zhu Ziyuan finally said.

After he said this, Jin Gong nodded, stepped forward, rushed out, and hit him.

Seeing this, the audience in the stands felt a little speechless, booing all over the place.

...

On the other side, Han Li and Feng Wuchen were also confronting each other far away.

Feng Wuchen was dressed in white clothes Shengxue, still holding his willow-leaf narrow sword in his hand, standing sideways, with a somewhat dusty temperament on his body, which aroused the applause of the audience in the stands.

Han Li, on the other hand, was dressed in a simple black suit, with his hands slightly wrapped in his sleeves, and he stood there in a nonchalant manner, not looking nervous.

"Before you make a move, I will give you a chance to kneel down and beg for mercy. Otherwise, if you want to beg for mercy later, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to even ask." Feng Wuchen said with a cold expression.

"If you want to fight, you can fight. There is no need to talk nonsense." Han Li said with a light smile.

"Okay, you are looking for death yourself, but you can't blame others." Feng Wuchen said with a cold expression.

As soon as the words fell, dozens of profound orifices on his legs lit up first, and both legs jumped forward at the same time, and his figure disappeared in a blur in an instant.

On the surrounding stands, everyone was dazzled for a while, and they couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Han Li's eyes were shining brightly, but he could see them very clearly. The moment he jumped out, he also moved.

The profound orifices on his legs also lighted up instantly, and the Ascension Skill of Feather Transformation was activated, and there was a blur under his feet, and his figure also disappeared in place.

As soon as his figure disappeared, there was a bang from where he was standing, and hundreds of slender snow-white sword lights like willow leaves stirred and exploded there.

Feng Wuchen's figure flitted past there without stopping, and quickly chased after Han Li who was dodging away, and stabbed out with a sword quickly and fiercely, a sword condensed by the power of countless stars The light splashed out, making people dazzled for a while.

For a moment, two fuzzy figures on the Xuan Dou stage were chasing and dodging each other, flashing continuously, and the explosion of sword light was like a firecracker.

At the beginning, it was exciting to watch, but it became a little boring when there were too many times, and boos and booing were all over the stands.

Feng Wuchen was suffocated and stopped, staring fixedly at Han Li who also stopped in the distance, his eyes almost burst into flames. He originally thought that he was good at speed, but relying on this advantage alone, It was enough to press down on Han Li, but unexpectedly, the opponent's speed was not slow. Even if he tried to increase his speed, it would be meaningless.

"What kind of skill is blindly avoiding?" Feng Wuchen sneered.

"What's the point of blindly failing to catch up?" Han Li said with a smile, unmoved.