Cheng Cheng and Li Qingjun sat aside and held their chins together.

Generally speaking, a person waving a stick will only give people two feelings, either they are savage and violent, or they are just stupid.

But Qin Yi felt very casual and casual when he swung his baton, and he felt that he was almost the same as someone else's fingering with his sword...

Perhaps it is because the rod transformed from the magma in my hand is very special, the flames are evaporated, and the heat waves that come to my face are very far away. The feeling of bathing in the flames and scorching heat has a magical aura, which is particularly intimidating.

I don’t know how Lu Longting, who was facing this stick, felt at that time... I am afraid that this thing will get burned if it gets hit.

Of course, the degree of perseverance is probably average. It was not cut off by Lu Longting's sword because of the protection of the qi.

But it's still so handsome...

"The surname of Qin! You are at the end of your strength and are still pretending to be like this. I'll meet you!" A man spread his wings and rushed straight towards him like a big roc spreading his wings.

"Senior brother, be careful!" Someone in his formation exclaimed in horror.

"Boom!" On the way the man rushed over, a wall of fire came out silently. He was caught off guard and rushed into the wall of fire. When he passed by, he was already roasted like charcoal.

Qin Yi's flames have always been so silent that they can't even see a spell casting action.

What's scary is that its power is not low at all.

The strength of the flame depends not only on practice, but also on the nature of the flame. Of course, the Feng Chu monk cannot use Samadhi Fire, which complements each other. Qin Yi's practice with the Vermilion Bird Flame is itself the strongest flame attribute that can be seen at this stage.

All you learn is magic weapon, and you are confident.

"I've told you a long time ago that I'm not just a martial artist!" Qin Yi waved his baton and a coke man flew out of the island without any resistance.

"Who else!"

All the remaining contestants stood up: "Do you really think your peers are invincible?"

There were a total of eight sects participating in the competition. Qin Yi defeated two of them in one match. Lingyun Sect has stopped taking action since Tai Puzi. In addition to Wandao Immortal Palace and Penglai Sword Pavilion, there are actually three sects.

Nine opponents.

Three of them are plotting.

To be honest, Qin Yi really didn't take the other few seriously. At this time, his attention was all focused on the three Mingsong Sects. Even Zheng Yunyi, who was probably the weakest among them, dared not ignore it.

These people are so dark that I don’t know if something strange will happen. Moreover, Qin Yi always has a feeling that the Constitutional Sect should not be so low-key in this matter. It’s really just using this wind to make some small plans, without any subsequent layout?

They are not very similar to them anymore.

Besides, they should have a clear understanding of Qin Yi's combat power. The current situation should be within their predictions, right...

"Swoosh!"

The light with magic weapons illuminates.

Qin Yi took back his mind and did not dare to be distracted. He focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him, otherwise he might have capsized in the gutter.

These people are not fish-basketballs... Even if their own strength is average, their magic weapons are all the foundation of the sect. The light of the magic weapons in front of them is already at the peak of Tengyun.

Looking up, it was a treasure that looked like a cloth bag. A strong suction force came. Qin Yi found that he could not stand still and flew towards the cloth bag involuntarily.

A magic weapon for collection?

Qin Yi paused his feet heavily and stepped into the ground.

The magma gushed up, and Qin Yi seemed to have stopped as if he had no idea, his legs were rooted.

The opponent smiled and said, "Don't struggle. You consume too much and don't have enough strength to resist. It's better to admit defeat honestly, so as not to be embarrassed by being put in a bag... Huh?"

In front of everyone, Qin Yi's body quickly rose and became bigger, and in an instant he turned into a ten-foot giant similar to the Gundam of Gongshulu.

“…”

The magma mace in his hand shook and turned into a huge stick like a giant pillar.

"Is it thick? Is it big?" Qin Yi smiled and swept across the giant stick.

The roar of tigers starts, magma splashes, and flames fill the sky.

The man was shocked to dodge, but a scroll suddenly appeared under his feet. A monkey's hand stretched out from the painting and dragged him tightly.

"Bang!"

Another man screamed and was photographed flying out of the island.

The whole audience was silent.

Qin Yi has photographed so many people...

No magic weapon is useful, the offensive restrictive, soul-type concealed, all of them have been cracked completely.

"Senior Brother Yin, Senior Brother Gongshu... I heard that you have competed with this person in martial arts? How did you survive?" In the Wandao Immortal Palace Formation, a new disciple wiped his cold sweat and looked at the giant Qin Yi in the field, with his face twitching.

Yin Yichun Gongshulu: "...We don't know either, maybe they are ghosts now."

They were also wiping their sweat.

Although this guy was strong back then, he was not so strong. What happened to him in the past year and a half after being called by a Tengshe snake?

Qin Yi shouted: "Where is the plot sect?"

Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly: "It's all my own people, what are you fighting with? Isn't it a good thing to be recognized by the Ten Thousand Dao of the Immortal Palace? We admit defeat."

Qin Yi was stunned.

The audience was stunned for a moment. If the plot did not come out, Qin Yi would have beaten everyone?

All the sects were holding back their anger. Qin Yi was obviously out of his trump card and had no ammunition or food. If the sect took action, he would have a great chance to kill him, but he would just shrink like this?

It would be great if they could still play themselves. Anyone else would beat Qin Yi, but there was no one left... there was no one left!

"No, there is still someone!" The scholar of Wuji Sect shouted: "Where is Fairy Li in Penglai Jiange!"

"Yes, Fairy Li of Penglai Jiange has not taken action yet!"

Li Qingjun had just eaten a bite of the melon, and heard this and choked in his mouth, staring at the scene with his cheeks bulging.

Many people stood up and shouted, "Can you admit defeat, Penglai Jiange even admit defeat?"

In the midst of the turbulent feelings, Li Qingjun swallowed a mouthful of melon and said speechlessly: "Actually, even when Qin Yi was defeated at this time, he had achieved the original intention of using the traditional immortal martial arts method of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace. Is he losing or winning? Can this influence this meaning?"

The venue was quiet for a moment, and someone said angrily: "You can't let him show off your power to this point. Is there really no one in the world? Can you watch Penglai Jiange?"

So now, it is actually just a battle of will. These people are all "proud sons of heaven". They really can't stand the feeling of knocking everyone down by one person. They can't get out of the breath in their hearts!

Someone must fight Qin Yi. At this time, it doesn’t matter whether the original intention of this battle is achieved.

"Since that's the case, we're taking action." Li Qingjun smiled slightly and floated out.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Judging from the combat power shown by Li Qingjun before, Qin Yi, who was at the end of his strength, may 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 was still very fast, and his figure was still cool, like a white horse or a meteor.

He approached Qin Yi in an instant, and Qin Yi seemed to have really exhausted his strength, and he didn't even take a move to raise his hand to guard against him.

Many people stood up, looking forward to the scene where Qin Yi was shot by Li Qingjun.

The next moment, Li Qingjun bumped into Qin Yi's arms.

Qin Yi hugged her hard, lowered his head and kissed her. Li Qingjun closed his eyes and raised his head, and catered to her warmly.

Children of the Eight Sects: “???”

Penglai Jiange: "…”

The whole audience was stunned, so quiet that there was no sound of breathing.

It turns out that your move is better than you two of you kissing skills? Or is it that who will be suffocated to death first?

The magma gushed from left to right, and the sound of waves everywhere. Men and women hugged each other in the middle of the venue, kissing each other in the dark, as if no one was around. In the interweaving of blood and fire, there was incomparable romance and beauty.

Qin Yi really felt refreshed and had never felt as if he had ever experienced a passion.

In Penglai Jiange, the uncle shook his head slightly and said without saying anything expressionlessly. Lu Longting and Chu Jiantian covered his head all over, and the disciples of the raising pavilion were scratching their heads, feeling like they were illusions.

In Wandao Immortal Palace, Yin Yichun asked Gongshulu: "Where did he talk about it before? Will he lick it?"
Chapter completed!