Chapter 164 Draw! Pump Again!

Jinyang Martial Spirit is a seven-star fire-type natural mutated Martial Spirit. It is a light-type attacking Martial Spirit. Although its destructive power is not as strong as that of a fire-type Martial Spirit, its particularity is that after the Martial Spirit mutates into Jinyang, it has a trace of fierce sun. The power of true fire.

Therefore, in its martial spirit status, it is higher than other martial spirits.

This difference in status is most prominent among beast-type martial arts spirits, just like tiger-type martial arts spirits, when fighting wolf-type martial arts spirits, they are naturally coercive.

And Zhuo Bufan's Jinyang Martial Spirit, because of the power of true fire, is ranked according to the status of demon fire, karmic fire, and true fire among flame martial arts, and naturally has a very high status.

But now, the moment that person's Firebird Martial Spirit appeared, it was suppressed so that there was no light.

This... Shocked everyone!

"This is martial soul suppression... Oh my God, that Firebird suppressed Jin Yang...!"

"Jinyang Martial Spirit has the power of true fire, and that is the highest level of fire power! How could the Fire Bird suppress it...?"

"Then... it counts as suppression? Why do I feel like Jinyang Martial Soul is too scared to move!"

"Damn, yes, look, Jinyang Martial Spirit is about to escape!"

"..."

Just as everyone was talking and pointing, on the ninth arena, a mutation suddenly occurred!

The turbulent golden sea of ​​fire spewed out by the fire god Suzaku turned into a rain of fire, like thousands of fireballs descending into the world, pouring down with a hula la.

In an instant, the spirit of the Golden Sun Lantern, which was trembling and did not dare to move at all, was wrapped into a cocoon of fire.

Swish!

Suzaku Martial Spirit slid sideways and floated steadily to the position behind Chu Yan.

At the same time, the Jinyang Martial Spirit wrapped in a fire cocoon was also brought ten steps in front of Chu Yan, floating in the air.

In the golden fire cocoon, the ball-shaped Jinyang Martial Spirit trembled more and more at this time, and began to shrink in size rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank to only the size of a fist,

The appearance of Jinyang Martial Spirit made everyone nervous, and they all worried whether it would disappear directly in the next moment.

On the elders' table, Elder Wu Fa, watching this scene, frowned and looked shocked.

Beside the elders, ten elite disciples from the outer sect with purple collars, gold rims and white robes all looked at each other in disbelief.

Originally, when these Heavenly disciples saw Chu Yan walking onto the ninth ring, they all laughed in their hearts.

Chu Yan took the initiative to seek death, although they were a little surprised, but it was exactly what they wanted.

Killing Chu Yan was originally heaven, and what to do today.

Zhuo Bufan's cultivation in the Xiantian realm is an easy task for an ordinary disciple in the Qi-refining realm.

But now... the situation in the stands has caused these heavenly elites to subconsciously generate an uneasy feeling in their hearts.

Zhuo Bufan... is he better than this Chu Yan?

Doubts are still circling in the sea of ​​​​knowledge, but on the stage, Zhuo Bufan moved.

On the ninth ring.

Zhuo Bufan, who woke up from the shock, suddenly raised his head and saw that his Jinyang Martial Spirit was sealed in front of Chu Yan.

Ah~~!

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan's eyes were red, and he rushed towards Chu Yan like a mad dog.

"Die...die...I want you to die!"

At the time of the mad rush, Zhuo Bufan's aura suddenly surged into the sky, dancing and flying in his white robe.

The infuriating qi of the third-level celestial warriors in the congenital realm surged like a frenzy.

"This palm belongs to Sun Jie!"

Chu Yan's eyes were like ice, looking at Zhuo Bufan who was rushing in, he said coldly, and at the same time, his movement skills unfolded instantly.

Thousands of mountains and snow!

The figure was divided into two parts, and the figure in the same place still kept his eyes shining, while another figure had already appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan.

Too much energy!

Chu Yan snorted coldly, raised his palm and shot it out, and suddenly, a black palm print slammed out.

boom!

The palm print composed of huge black airflow,

Rolling like a cloud, the air waves howling, and slapped heavily on Zhuo Bufan.

Ah~~!

Under the palm of his hand, Zhuo Bufan spurted blood, slammed down on the ring, and let out a scream.

When he struggled to get up from the ground in horror, his face suddenly stiffened and his expression froze.

"Hey! My anger sea..."

After a little induction, Zhuo Bufan found that the True Qi in his body solidified like a slurry, the circulation was blocked, and it almost stopped running.

Snapped!

Just when Zhuo Bufan was stunned, Chu Yan took a step forward, and without saying a word, raised his hand and gave him a slap!

Loud slaps echoed throughout the audience!

quiet!

Silence!

Everyone was stunned!

Chu Yan... is drawing Zhuo Bufan's face!

He... he is a Qi-refining realm martial artist, and he is actually slapping the Xiantian realm martial artist!

is this real? Why didn't Zhuo Bufan resist?

The eyes of tens of thousands of people fell to the ground, and the scene in front of them blinded them all.

Snapped!

Another loud voice came out!

"Chu Yan, I am a member of Heaven, you dare..."

Zhuo Bufan, whose half of his face was swollen, glared at Chu Yan and roared with cold and fierce light in his eyes.

"Heaven?"

Chu Yan sneered, raised his brows, and said

"I'm sorry, I only know Ling Tianzong, I don't know what shit heaven!"

Snapped!

Zhuo Bufan slapped again.

"No, I remember that you stepped on Sun Jie with your feet..." Chu Yan blew his palms, frowned slightly, and said.

All the disciples around were stunned when they heard Chu Yan's words!

footsteps?

What does he want?

That's a man from heaven!

Slowly squatting down, Chu Yan took off a shoe under his feet and held it in his hand.

At this time, everyone who was still thinking about Chu Yan's behavior just now felt a chill in their hearts, he wanted to...

Snapped!

At the same time when tens of thousands of eyes suddenly jumped, a footprint appeared on Zhuo Bufan's face!

A bloodshot shoe print!

hiss!

Tens of thousands of people shrank their necks at the same time, and the sound of air-conditioning slammed into a tidal wave!

This... this, it sucks!

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Ah~~!

Zhuo Bufan, who had no real qi to protect his body, was still sealed by Chu Yan. At this time, he completely accepted the soles of Chu Yan's hands with his flesh.

Finally, after several consecutive draws, Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth and screamed.

Every time Chu Yan waved the sole of his shoe and landed on Zhuo Bufan's face, the audience and all the disciples would twitch the corners of their eyes and shudder.

"Chu Yan, you are courting death!"

Du Wansong couldn't bear it any longer, his body was shocked, and he swept to the ninth ring.

"Humph! Interfere with the competition! Be bold!"

Elder Wu Fa, who had been keeping an eye on Chu Yan, stood up abruptly, and his figure roared out like a gust of wind, rushing towards Du Wansong in mid-air.

The thick True Martial Realm True Qi turned into a fierce palm wind and shot straight out.

At the same time, he shouted in a thunderous voice, "I want to see today, who would dare to be presumptuous in front of me!"

bump!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Elder Wu Fa's palm slapped Du Wansong abruptly.

A true martial artist, even if Du Wansong's cultivation has reached the fifth level of the Xiantian realm, he can look down upon tens of thousands of disciples in the entire outer sect.

However, in front of the True Martial Realm warriors, they exist like ants.

Um!

Under the palm of his hand, Du Wansong's whole body shook, he let out a groan, and fell back to the original elder's table.

"Elder Wu, do you want to help him?"

Just standing still, Du Wansong looked at Elder Wu Fa in disbelief with a pair of red eyes that were almost dripping blood.

"I'm not helping anyone, I only know that the No. 9 arena is in the midst of a sect competition. There is no winner or loser, and no one admits defeat. Who dares to interfere with the competition... Zonggui's disposal!"

Du Wansong was stunned when he stopped drinking. Immediately, a gloomy expression appeared on his face, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

The current situation... can also be called a test?

It's completely Chu Yan's one-sided beating Zhuo Bufan!