Peach Fortune Ring

As for Zhou Xiaoxian, she sighed secretly, and at the same time, the jealousy in her heart kept pouring out, why is that kid's sword practice so high, you know, she didn't even comprehend the sword intent!

On the stage.

Hua Tian wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was a bitterness on his face, and he said to Song Yan: "In the past, I was arrogant and arrogant, but I didn't expect you to defeat me with one move, and I was so convinced!"

After saying this, Hua Tian staggered off the ring.

"Is there anyone in the Neptune faction who can fight?"

Song Yan's eyes fell on Xiong Wudi and Ouyang Cheng.

"I'll fight you!"

Ouyang Cheng took a step forward, staring at Song Yan with sharp eyes.

"You are not my opponent!" Song Yan shook his head, although this Ouyang Cheng is better than Hua Tian, ​​but he is not much better.

"I don't know until the opponent has fought!"

Ouyang Cheng flew up and landed on the ring, but in his hand was a transparent long sword exuding an infinite icy aura.

A knowledgeable spectator shouted in shock, "The sword in Ouyang Cheng's hand is a fifth-grade spiritual sword!"

Hearing this, everyone's heart trembled. A fifth-grade spiritual weapon can at least increase the warrior's own strength by several times. Now that Huang Liang is about to lose.

"You make a move!"

Ouyang Cheng raised the long sword in his hand, suddenly, a gust of cold air spread around, almost freezing the entire arena.

"it is good!"

Song Yan was not polite either, and then he raised his hand and thrust out a sword.

But his body didn't move half a step, the sword came out, without any burst of sword energy, not even the slightest bit of sword light was stimulated, it looked like a random stab, without any power.

"Hmph, since you don't cherish the opportunity to make the first move, then go to hell!"

Seeing this, Ouyang Cheng couldn't help swiping his sword out of the room.

It's just that he had only swung his sword halfway, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his mind. The stabbing pain was so sudden and intense that he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and then staggered back.

The figure flashed, and the cold tip of the sword had already touched his brow.

"I said, you are not my opponent!"

"What witchcraft did you use?"

Ouyang Cheng resisted the pain in his head, gritted his teeth and asked.

Song Yan shook his head: "No, that's swordsmanship, but your level is too low to understand!"

Under the stage, the girl shook her father's arm again, and asked coquettishly, "Father, what kind of swordsmanship did Huang Liang use, why did Ouyang Cheng lose without thinking?"

The people around pricked up their ears again.

But a trace of embarrassment flashed across the father's face: "I don't know either!"

the other side.

"Bastard, that kid must have used a trick to plot against Ouyang Cheng!" Ao Hu said bitterly.

Xiong Wudi's eyes flashed with strong doubts, and he didn't understand why Ouyang Cheng suddenly lost his fighting power.

On the stage.

Facing Song Yan's ridicule, Ouyang Cheng's expression fluctuated for a while. Finally, he bowed to Song Yan and said, "Can you tell me how I was defeated by you, I don't want to be confused!"

"Well, for the sake of your sincerity, I'll tell you!"

For a moment, not knowing that Ouyang Cheng was listening, even the surrounding area of ​​the ring became extremely quiet, and a needle could be heard, because they all wanted to know the answer.

Song Yan explained: "The sword I stabbed just now seems to have no sword energy or sword light, but it doesn't mean there is no attack, it's just that you didn't see it!"

"An invisible attack? What is it?" Ouyang Cheng asked.

"My sword is called Soul Assassination. It is invisible and invisible. It will directly affect your soul. Just now, I only used [-]% of your soul power. Otherwise, you will not only have a headache, but your soul will collapse and die directly!"

Hearing Song Yan's explanation, Ouyang Cheng couldn't help but take a breath, and a surge of fear surged in his heart.

The power of the soul is invisible and intangible, what can be used to resist it?

"Okay, I am convinced that I lost!"

Ouyang Cheng bowed to Song Yan again, and then walked towards the ring.

"Xiong Wudi, come up too! Let's end today's competition!" Song Yan's eyes fell on Xiong Wudi.

But unexpectedly, Xiong Wudi did not come to the stage, but shook his head and said: "On Yi, my sword intent is about the same level as yours, but my cultivation level is one level higher than yours, so I should be able to gain the upper hand against you. However, your soul can't stop me from assassinating me, so I admit defeat!"

"You bastard, how can you admit defeat!"

Aohu growled at Xiong Wudi unwillingly.

"I'm not an opponent, what do you do if you don't admit defeat?" Xiong Wudi said indifferently, then turned and left. Others are afraid of the elder Aohu, but he is not, because he is the disciple of the master.

And Qingweimen cheered happily.

The contest that was impossible to win was actually won. Not only did he keep the five Holy Martial Orders, but he also won the five Holy Martial Orders from the Sea Emperor Sect.

That night.

Elder Hu and Elder Wang called Song Yan to their room.

"this is for you!"

Elder Hu smiled and handed Song Yan a storage ring.

"What is it?"

"Just look at it!" Elder Hu said with a mysterious smile.

This is an ownerless storage ring. After Song Yan recognized the owner with a drop of blood, he intruded his mind into it, and found that there was a large stack of high-value bank notes inside. After counting it, there were actually 5000 million taels.

In addition to this, there is also a bottle of fifth-grade breaking pill, ten middle-grade spirit crystals, and a sixth-grade spirit sword.

"Elder Hu, these things are too precious, I can't accept them!"

Song Yan quickly returned the storage ring.