Cheng Cheng and Li Qingjun sat on the side and held their cheeks together.
Under normal circumstances, a person who wields a stick can only give people two feelings, either wild and violent, or iron and foolish.
But the feeling of Qin Yi wielding his baton and pointing his finger is very unrestrained, it feels almost like someone else wielding a sword and pointing his finger...
Maybe it's because the stick made of the magma in his hand is very special, the flame is transpiring, and you can feel the heat wave coming from a long distance. .
I don't know what Lu Longting felt when he faced this stick at the time... I'm afraid this thing will become scorched when it is hit.
Of course, the degree of toughness is probably average, and it was not cut off by Lu Longting's sword because of the protection of Gang Qi.
But still so handsome...
"The surname is Qin! You are also at the end of the fight. You are still pretending to be here. I will come to meet you!"
"Senior brother be careful!" Someone in his formation exclaimed in shock.
"Boom!" On the way this person was rushing, a wall of fire silently emerged, and he was caught off guard. The whole person rushed into the wall of fire, and when he passed through, it was already grilled like coals.
Qin Yi's flames have always been so silent, not even a single casting action can be seen.
The scary thing is that the power is not low at all.
The strength of the flame depends not only on the practice, but also on the nature of the flame. Of course, the cultivator Fengchu couldn't use the fire of samadhi, which complemented each other. Qin Yi's practice coupled with the flame of the Vermillion Bird is itself the strongest flame attribute that can be seen at this stage.
Everything you learn is a magic weapon, trust me.
"I told you a long time ago that I am not only a martial artist!" Qin Yi swung his bat, and a coke man flew out of the island without any resistance.
"Who else!"
The remaining contestants all stood up: "Do you really think your peers are invincible?"
A total of eight sects participated in the competition. Qin Yi took out two of them one-on-one, and Lingyun Sect has stopped taking action since Tai Puzi. In addition to Wandao Immortal Palace and Penglai Jiange, there are actually three other sects.
nine opponents.
Three of them were fortune-tellers.
To be honest, Qin Yi really didn't pay attention to the other few, and at this time his attention was focused on the three of the Sect Master. Even Zheng Yunyi, who was probably the weakest among them, did not dare to ignore it.
These people are too yin, do not know what strange things will happen. Moreover, Qin Yi always had a feeling in his heart that the Conspiracy Sect should not be so low-key in this matter. Is it really just taking advantage of this wind to do some small calculations without any follow-up layout
Not quite like them anymore.
What's more, they should have a good idea of his Qin Yi's combat effectiveness, and the current situation should be in their prediction, right...
"Whoosh!"
There is a magic light on.
Qin Yi took back his mind and didn't dare to be distracted, so he focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him, otherwise, the boat might really capsize in the gutter.
These people are not fish belly... Even if their own strength is average, the magic weapon is the background of the sect, and the light of this magic weapon is already the peak of Tengyun.
When he looked up, it was a treasure in the shape of a cloth bag, and a strong suction came. Qin Yi found that he couldn't stand up and flew towards the cloth bag involuntarily.
Collection of magic weapons
Qin Yi stomped heavily and stepped into the ground.
The magma spewed up, Qin Yi didn't realize it, and his legs stopped as if they were rooted.
The opponent smiled and said: "Don't struggle, you consume too much, you simply don't have enough strength to resist, it is better to admit defeat honestly, so as not to be embarrassed in a bag... Huh?"
In front of everyone's eyes, Qin Yi's body quickly grew taller and bigger, and in just an instant, he turned into a giant with a height of about 100 feet as tall as Gongshulu's.
"… "
The magma mace in his hand turned into a giant pillar-like stick.
"Rough or not? How big?" Qin Yi grinned, and the giant stick swept across.
The tiger roared, the magma splashed, and the flames filled the sky.
The man was horrified and wanted to dodge, but a picture scroll suddenly appeared under his feet. In the picture, the hand of a monkey stretched out and dragged him to the spot.
"boom!"
Another person screamed and was photographed flying off the island.
The whole place was silent.
How many people has Qin Yi beaten...
Any magic weapon is useless, offensive and restrictive, and soul-based capture, all of which have been cracked.
"Senior Brother Yin, Senior Brother Gongshu... I heard that you once competed with this guy? How did you survive?" In the Wan Dao Immortal Palace formation, a new disciple wiped cold sweat and looked at the giant Qin Yi in the field, his face All twitching expressions.
Yin Yixiao lost Lu: "...We don't know either, maybe it's a ghost now."
They are also wiping sweat.
Although this guy was strong back then, he didn't get to this point. After being called away by a snake, what happened to him in the past year and a half
Qin Yi shouted loudly, "Where is the plot to count?"
Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly: "It's all my own, what are we fighting with you? Isn't it a good thing that Xiangong Wandao can be recognized? We admit defeat."
Qin Yi was stunned for a moment.
The audience was also stunned for a moment, if Qin Yi couldn't figure it out, Qin Yi had already beaten everyone
All the sects are holding back a sense of resentment. Qin Yi has obviously run out of bullets and food for his trump cards. If Zong plans to make a move, there is a great chance to kill him, but he shrinks like this
It would be great if they could still appear on the stage themselves, and if they go to anyone else, Qin Yi may be turned over by anyone, but there is no one... not a single one!
"No, there are still people!" The Promise Sect scholar shouted: "Where is Fairy Li of Penglai Jiange!"
"Yes, Fairy Li of Penglai Sword Pavilion has not yet shot!"
Li Qingjun had just eaten a mouthful of melon, hearing the words choked in his mouth, staring at the scene with bulging cheeks.
Many people stood up and shouted, "Can the Penglai Jiange also admit defeat?"
In the turbulent crowd, Li Qingjun swallowed a mouthful of melon and said speechlessly: "Actually, Qin Yi was defeated at this time, and his original intention of becoming a hero in the world with the traditional way of immortal and martial arts of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace has also been achieved. Is it winning or losing, can it affect this meaning?"
There was silence in the field for a moment, and someone said angrily: "I can't let him show off his power so far, is there really no one in the world! Can you watch the Penglai sword pavilion?"
So now, it's really just a battle of wills. These groups are considered "the proud sons of heaven", and they really can't stand the feeling that one person has beaten everyone to their knees.
Someone must beat Qin Yi down. At this time, it doesn't matter whether the original intention of this battle is achieved or not.
"If that's the case, then let's make a move." Li Qingjun smiled slightly and floated out.
The crowd was overjoyed.
Judging from the combat power Li Qingjun had shown before, Qin Yi, who was at the end of the battle, might not be able to beat her.
Qin Yi also returned to his original size, and stood quietly in the field watching Li Qingjun approach.
Li Qingjun's speed is still very fast, and his posture is still sassy, like stepping on a white horse, like walking on a shooting star.
He approached Qin Yi in an instant, and Qin Yi seemed to be really doing his best, not even raising his hand to be defensive.
Many people stood up, looking forward to the scene where Qin Yi was singled out by Li Qingjun.
The next moment Li Qingjun crashed into Qin Yi's arms.
Qin Yi hugged her tightly, lowered his head and kissed her. Li Qingjun closed his eyes and raised his head, eagerly catering to him.
Eighth Sect disciple: "???"
Penglai Sword Pavilion: "..."
The audience was dumbfounded, so quiet that there was no sound of breathing.
What do you mean by daring, who is better than the two of you in kissing skills? Or who will be suffocated to death first
Lava spewed from left and right, and the sound of ocean waves was everywhere. In the middle of the venue, the man and woman embraced each other, kissing so darkly that there was no one else around. In the interweaving of blood and fire, there is unparalleled romance and beauty.
Qin Yi really felt that his heart was full of heart and soul, and unprecedented pride flooded into his heart.
Penglai Jiange, the uncle shook his head slightly, expressionlessly silent. Lu Longting, Chu Jiantian, all covered his head, and all the disciples raised their heads were scratching their heads, feeling as if he was hallucinating.
In the Wandao Immortal Palace, Yin Yixiao asked Gong Shulu, "Where did you say it before, will he lick it up?"
Gong Shulu's face was expressionless: "Needless to say, I already know how his reputation has become like this..."