A strong man with four turns of true energy who has not yet activated his essence is not in the eyes of the white-robed youth at all.
Besides, he managed to establish the image of a super strong man in front of Elder Kong.
If Xu Yi was allowed to go wild, wouldn't this hard-won image be about to collapse.
Xu Yi was very straightforward, and immediately jumped into the circle, and said to the white-robed youth, "It's time to start."
The young man in white robe said coldly, "Xia Chong speaks ice, ignorant and fearless."
Immediately, he put the clarinet across his mouth, and a cloud of white mist rushed out from the mouth of the flute, heading straight towards Xu Yihou.
White mist enveloped Xu Yi in an instant, Xu Yi walked quietly, everyone's eyes widened, three breaths, Xu Yi took three steps unhurriedly.
The white-robed young man's face was flushed, the clarinet had been blown away, and the white mist was billowing, almost enveloping Xu Yi, but Xu Yi still kept walking.
Four steps, five steps, six steps...
The five short stature old men and the red tumor old man stared so hard that their eyes were about to spurt blood. The scene in front of them was too subversive.
They have a deep understanding of the horror of the white mist that the white-robed youth floats from the clarinet, and it is not something that can be restrained by any skill or spirit.
But what was even more weird was the guy who stepped into the circle, the terrifying white mist, in front of him, seemed to be like the smoke in the forest, and it couldn't stop him at all.
This, what the hell is going on...
I don't know that the two of them racked their brains and couldn't figure it out, and the young man in white robe couldn't figure it out either. The white mist swelled up and rolled up with the spells he cast desperately.
Suddenly, with a click, the clarinet burst open, and with a bang, the young man in white robe spurted a few mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground.
At this moment, Xu Yi stepped out of the circle.
"good!"
The white-haired Taoist shouted loudly, his white hair fluttering in excitement.
Except for everyone in Tianyu Building, who rushed to snatch the young man in white robe, the eyes of the rest of the people were glued to Xu Yi, like watching a demon.
The white-haired Taoist came forward excitedly, "Brother Dao has such supernatural powers, which is eye-opening and admirable for He Mou. Don't worry, Brother Dao, He will never go back on his promise."
"The artistic conception should be the beauty of the artistic conception, but how do you resist the sharp method that can make the point yuan strong?"
Elder Kong Si's vision is extraordinary. Now that the matter has come to this point, he has already recalled that the unpredictable method of the white-robed youth is not a malicious trick like Lingyouqu, but a combination of artistic conception.
As far as he knows, it is extremely difficult to integrate the artistic conception into the attack technique, once it is integrated, it will have unpredictable power.
Yao, the dust sword king, is so famous that even he is like a thunderbolt.
The fact that Chenjian is able to rule the world, isn't it because he has forged the intention of killing.
The clarinet played by the white-robed youth obviously took the same path but with the same result. Therefore, so many strong players have been tricked one after another.
But he couldn't figure out how Xu Yi stepped forward.
Unless Xu Yi also understood the beauty of artistic conception, how could it be so easy to obtain the wonderful artistic conception? In the whole world, countless talented people have tried their best, but they have not obtained it.
He didn't believe it was just such a coincidence, among the dozen or so people in this area, two of them understood the beauty of the artistic conception.
Xu Yi smiled and said, "This is a secret, so I'm sorry to tell you. How dare I ask Elder Kong, I won the round just now?"
Elder Kong nodded with a smile, "Everyone sees it, so why bother to say more, fellow daoist, this matter is over, would you be interested in meeting a certain one, Kong XX likes to make friends the most, especially an outstanding Yingrui like fellow daoist Cheese."
The white-haired Taoist felt nervous for no reason, but smiled like a spring breeze on his face, "The fourth elder wants to meet friends, how can he miss Gao Mou, this glass of wine, Gao Mou is definitely set."
At the same time, I did not forget to share my thoughts with Xu Yi, "Although the Kong family is a holy family, they have as many talents as cattle and horses. If a Taoist brother asks me about the Immortal Pavilion, Gao will treat him wholeheartedly and treat him as the most honored guest. Brother Dao entered the Kong family, but he just became one of the great talents recruited by the Kong family. Fellow Daoist is a smart person, and I believe he knows how to make a choice."
Xu Yichuan thought to himself, "Brother Gao, don't worry, I'm not someone who is always in trouble."
After saying that, he reassured the white-haired Taoist and rejected Elder Kong Si's invitation.
Elder Kong Si was not angry either, he just said "leave it for later".
In his mind, people like Xu Yi were not very different from the people he had brought under his command.
As long as it takes time, he has plenty of ways to take this person into his pocket.
It took a lot of effort to make concessions, and the middle-aged man in black clothes became impatient, "Time is tight, so Hong will stop talking nonsense. Brother Qi asked a few fellow Taoists to listen to a song about the problem earlier. Let’s show a martial artist, let’s compare our strength.”
The white-haired Taoist frowned, and said, "Be clear, how do you compare?"
The simpler the condition, the more mysterious it is. The previous game is a clear proof.
The middle-aged man in black clothes pointed to the black-faced man on his left, "This fellow Daoist Xiong will play, brother Gao will send whoever will fight, how many times, just like the previous game, I will not make any restrictions."
"The only requirement is that the two sides are not allowed to use divine thoughts, spiritual power, etc. in the battle. They can only fight with physical brute force until one side dies in battle or begs for mercy. I wonder if Brother Gao dares to fight?"
The white-haired Taoist said with a smile, "Brother Hong is really hypocritical, the matter has come to this, does someone have a choice?"
After winning one round, he had a bottom line in his heart, even if he lost the second round, it was within the acceptable range.
"Competition of strength, very good, I will try."
The old man with red tumor spoke again.
In the first battle just now, he lost for no reason and was extremely embarrassed.
With Xu Yi's comparison, it became even more obvious that his strong Yuan was worthless. How could he swallow this breath
What's more, he himself practiced evil methods. He walked the path of devouring the strong and gaining strong essence. His body was extremely strong. In terms of pure strength, he had never met anyone who could catch his eyes in his life.
The black-faced man took a step forward, looked straight at the old man Hongtum and said, "Since we want to fight, don't hide and hide, let's rely on our real skills. I'll let you, you go first."
He was extremely skinny, and when he was speaking, a wind blew from the ice, causing his slender clothes to cling tightly to his body, revealing the outline of his entire body, he was really thinner than hemp.
As soon as the black and thin man finished speaking, the old man with the red tumor rushed out. Although there was no fluctuation in spiritual power, the escape speed of his entire physical body was still faster than a shooting star, and he was approaching in an instant.
boom!
The old man with the red tumor punched heavily on the black and thin man's chest.
Amidst the huge roar, the body of the black and thin man was blown into the sky.
The old man with the red tumor took advantage of his power and shot in the air, chasing the black and thin man's body, and threw hundreds of punches in a row.
Hundreds of punches with full force bombarded even a mountain collapsed, but the black and thin man was like a piece of dry hard iron, he only flipped continuously in the air without any injury.
The full-strength bombardment of hundreds of punches made the old man with red tumors feel fatigued even though he was an iron man.
After a pause, the black and thin man stood firm, looked at the old man with the red tumor with a smile and said, "Brother Dao's fist tastes good, but it still lacks strength."
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