"bring it on."

"You keep saying you want to teach me a lesson and let me see if your strength is as great as yours."

Long Qingchen looked indifferent and waved to Yanran.

If Feng Jiuming challenges him, Feng Jiuming's cultivation level is much higher than his, forming an absolute suppression of cultivation. It is difficult for him to win without using the spear of destruction and the Dragon Ring of Time.

Unfortunately, Yu Yanran challenged him.

In the cultivation world, there is a nine-forbidden suppression principle.

In other words, if a cultivator is more than nine small levels higher than the enemy's cultivation level, no matter what imperial martial arts or body skills the enemy has mastered, he will not be able to defeat this cultivator. This is the Nine Forbidden Suppression Rule!

To put it bluntly, it means that the cultivation level is more than nine small levels and cannot be crossed.

Yu Yanran is the cultivation of a fifth-level immortal king, he is the cultivation of a sixth-level dragon immortal emperor. Although Yu Yanran's cultivation is eight small-level higher than him, he has not formed the Nine Forbidden Suppression Rule, and he still has a chance to win!

"See the trick!"

Yu Yanran shouted sweetly, and layers of immortal power rose from her palms, sweeping out like a sea of ​​tides.

Hurry!......

Wherever you pass, the void collapses, containing tremendous power!

"This is the folded wave palm!"

The boy exclaimed, gritting his teeth, "Yesterday, I was defeated by this old lady's folding palm. This palm technique is very disgusting and can continuously stack power."

The young man stared at the young man in the green shirt on the ring, "Yesterday, when you met Yu Yanran's folding palm, he said that there are two ways to crack the folding palm. The first is to force the shaking and disperse before the power of the folding palm was stacked; the second is to resist hard, so that the power of the folding palm will continue to be stacked. When Yu Yanran can't control it, it will naturally collapse. Now, he has faced the folding palm himself, and I wonder which method he will use to crack it?"

“It’s easier said than done.”

The boy shook his head, "I am so smart and my cultivation is much higher than him. Even I can't crack the folded wave palm. How could he crack it?"

Li Feiliu sneered, "If he defeated Yu Yanran, then everything would be easy. If Yu Yanran defeated him, he would probably be angry and angry and could not afford to lose. Take out those treasures and start a massacre."

"What treasure does he have?"

The boy became interested and his eyes shone.

Xie Meizhuang frowned and her beautiful eyes glared at Li Feiliu, full of warning.

Li Feiliu had no choice but to shut up and stop saying anything more.

Buzz!......

Long Qingchen flipped his hand and took out a long sword. The power of the dragon fairy gathered on the tip of the sword and turned into a cold star.

Whoosh!......

The cold star flashed for a moment and disappeared instantly with him!

Rumble!

The wave of immortal power of the folded wave palm crushed through his afterimage and fell into nothing, hitting the barrier of the ring, causing violent ripples!

"Sword Drawing Style?"

The old man in the robe was stunned for a moment.

"It's indeed a sword drawing style!"

The first Jia Bingyun who passed the shortlisted competition was mastering the sword drawing stance, so he naturally recognized it at a glance. Her pretty face was full of shock, "Also, his sword drawing speed was more than ten times faster than mine. His sword drawing stance probably had already practiced to the Mahayana realm!"

After hearing what she said, the casual cultivators all took a breath and became uproar.

"Jia Bingyun's sword drawing style is already strong enough, and this person's sword drawing style has already practiced to Mahayana?"

"The Nine Sword Styles are the simplest sword skills, and at the same time, they are also the most difficult sword skills. It is easy to get started and difficult to master. How could so many people master the sword drawing style?"...

Feng Jiuming stared at the ring tightly and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Whoosh!......

When the sword-drawn Han star appeared again, it was already behind Yanran, and the sharp sword tip was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, stabbing hard.

"Junior sister, behind you!"

Feng Jiuming's expression changed rapidly and he shouted, "Use the Arc de Triomphe technique!"

Yu Yanran felt the hair suddenly appear on her back, and she reacted very quickly and directly used the Arc de Triomphe technique.

Buzz!

An Arc de Triomphe emerged in front of her, and she took a step and disappeared instantly.

puff!......

A wisp of blood bloomed, and the sword tip of the long sword followed into the Arc de Triomphe!

"It's interesting."

Long Qingchen felt a little surprised.

Because this sword did not hit Yu Yanran's vital point and was avoided by her.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Xie Meizhuang's beautiful face. Long Qingchen took action so ruthlessly, without any mercy on the jade, proving that Long Qingchen was not attracted by Yanran, and she could feel at ease...

Feng Jiuming was furious, "If you dare to hurt my junior sister's life, I will kill you!"

"You are so majestic!"

"Once you step onto the ring, you will be at your own risk. This is the rule for the finalists!"

The old man in the robe glanced at him coldly, "If you dare to interfere with the showdown, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

Feng Jiuming had no choice but to suppress his anger and said anxiously, "Junior sister, admit defeat quickly, you are not his opponent."

There was silence in the void on the ring. Obviously, Yu Yanran had already hibernated and planned to attack the young man in blue, and was unwilling to admit defeat like this.

"Call her quickly, you can crack her Arc de Triomphe!"

The boy shouted excitedly.

The young man patted the boy on the shoulder and smiled, "Okay, junior brother, this method is still what he taught you. Of course he knows how to do it."

The boy grabbed the back of his head, "It seems to be too."

"And you, shut up!"

The old man in the robe glanced at the boy with a cold look.

The boy shrank his neck and quickly covered his mouth.

Although he is a fool, he can tell who can provoke and who cannot provoke... An older master like this old man in the robe will definitely not provoke him.

Of course, Long Qingchen knew that Yu Yanran's mood was not calm enough. As long as he "swears" Yu Yanran, Yu Yanran's emotions would fluctuate, resulting in unstable breath and exposed direction, thereby breaking the Arc de Triomphe's body movement.

However, he did not do so.

He stood quietly, waiting for Yu Yanran's attack, and he wanted Yu Yanran to know what the gap is!

......

In the void, Luo Yanran quietly hid in a corner of the ring.

She was ready in her heart. No matter what the young man in blue scolded her, how ugly it sounded, she had to hold it back, and she had to bear it even if she couldn't help it!

Never be angry, never have any emotional fluctuations, avoid unstable breath and avoid exposing your position.

However, when she waited, the young man in green did not start scolding, but stood still.

"My mood is not as calm as my senior brother. Although I told myself to hold it down, if he scolds it very badly, I may not be able to hold it back. Why doesn't he scold?"

"Does he want to take over the attack from Arc de Triomphe?"

This made Yu Yanran suspicious.

"He is too conceited and doesn't know how powerful the Arc de Triomphe is, so let him taste it!"
Chapter completed!