"Fairy Qinghe is polite!" Song Yuanzi shook the whisk and gave a tribute with a smile.

"Dao Ren Song..." Chen Xinhe took a breath.

Fairy Qinghe is her Taoist name, while Taoist Song is her Taoist name.

"Fairy Qinghe must be careful. He will not show mercy when he takes action..." Song Yuanzi narrowed his eyes and was full of confidence.

"Please..." Chen Xinhe's heart sank, his right hand moved slightly, and a low-grade magic weapon of the Heavenly Level: a blue scepter appeared in his hand.

"Haha..." Song Yuanzi chuckled, and a whisk in his hand moved, and a powerful force instantly rose from the ground. The whisk in his hand grew longer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was a bright white light.

"The low-ranking grade in heaven..." Xi Qian's eyes flashed, and she found that there were no poor people in the dense land.

They are all people behind the background.

The heavenly magic weapon is placed outside. Even the Nascent Soul monks will compete for it.

But there is almost everyone here.

It’s not that they are generous, but that they have the capital themselves.

"Swish..." Chen Xinhe used the magic weapon with his right hand, but his left hand was not idle, and threw a top seed down.

The wooden spiritual power was quickly activated, and in the blink of an eye the stage was green, full of vitality and thorns.

Tear~Song Yuanzi looked at the blood beads on the back of his hand and chuckled.

Then he raised his hand, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood beads into his mouth.

As the smell of blood was filled with excitement in Song Yuanzi's eyes.

"Haha..." Are you ready? The next feast.

Chen Xinhe looked at him vigilantly, with a bad premonition in his heart, and he was instantly alert.

Of course!

"Puff--" She was only heard by the sound of breaking through the air behind her back, and she was hit and had no time to avoid it.

"Xinhe..." Wen Xianyao's face darkened.

"What awesome thought..." Xi Qian's eyes were slightly sunk, and Song Yuanzi began to arrange the arrangement from the moment he stepped onto the ring.

He is a golden spirit root, and the metallic nature on the ring will give him infinite blessings.

When he was moved by his mind and spiritual power, Chen Xinhe was not easy to detect.

"Oh!" Song Yuanzi smiled.

Chen Xinhe raised his head vigilantly and released all his spiritual senses.

"Go!" His right hand swung quickly, and in an instant, the thorns on the ring seemed to be alive, all of them thrust towards Song Yuanzi.

"Bang..." The sound of breaking through the air came, and thorns shining with dark light twitched on the ring, and a whip mark appeared instantly when they were being plucked.

"Interesting..." Song Yuanzi was extremely fast and flashed to the edge of the ring.

"Wrap!" The whisk in his hand suddenly grew longer and spread out on all sides, wrapping around Chen Xinhe like eyes.

Chen Xinhe flew quickly into the air.

Five years ago, she suffered a loss in this wave, "Puff-"

But Song Yuanzi was so cunning that when the scattered whisk was about to touch Chen Xinhe, it turned into a tangle and attack.

Chen Xinhe was not careful, and in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen thin threads of unknown material pierced into her body.

Unwilling to let go, Chen Xinhe held back the pain, and his spiritual power quickly moved, shaking out the thin silk in his body.

The scepter in the right hand is horizontally in front of the body, and the left hand cooperates with the pinching technique.

In an instant, complex and mysterious runes flew out of the scepter.

It is shining with amazing power.

Song Yuanzi was shocked and flew up immediately, not bothering to use other means.

A metallic palm slashed over with one palm.

It was also at this time that Chen Xinhe also completed the arrangement of the magic.

"Swish!" Two powerful attacks met in the middle.

No one held back, and the "boom-" explosion that had been brewing for a long time sounded, and neither attack was offset.

"Puff..." Chen Xinhe was shocked by the explosion of the air, and directly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell from mid-air.

"Xinhe--" Wen Xianyao and Xi Qian's hearts tightened.

Chen Xinhe was in a bad condition, with a pale face and a weak breath.
Chapter completed!