"The trick of the devil is the mind of the ghost. Feng said before that no matter what you may have, it will be a bubble in front of absolute strength. Since you have tried your best to lead me into the game, if I don't fight you in the same game, wouldn't you be too disappointed? But someone has something to say first, like you, you should only do this once, and the rest are making such ideas, and I advise you to concentrate on your mind."

The Fourth Young Master Feng said proudly.

He chose to take Xiong Beiming's invitation.

First, there is no way to refuse. He is a person who wants to save face and must not tolerate any flaws and cover up his glory.

After all, his image in this section is all peerless and powerful, and he is very arrogant, so how can he get out easily?

The two, except those two, the immortal relationship here is really a canfly and ant in his eyes. It is not worth fearing at all.

Among the three, Xiong Beiming made the rules very clear in a few words, which is nothing more than the purity and accuracy of spiritual power, plus a little bit of maneuvering.

In such a competition, how could the mayfly in the lower world beat him and win someone?

Of course, Xiong Beiming should take this opportunity to plug all loopholes and never give others the chance to take advantage of the loopholes.

The battle began soon, and almost in an instant, the spiritual energy inspired by Xiong Beiming was forced into a corner by the spiritual energy inspired by the Fourth Master Feng.

Seeing that the winner was about to be decided, Xiong Beiming's spiritual energy suddenly divided, like a division of troops, scattered everywhere, continuing to seize the key rush.

Controlling so accurately at one time undoubtedly demonstrates Xiong Beiming's excellent talent and strong strength.

"Yes, you have some talent. It's not easy to be able to hold on with me for a long time. But the same thing is true. All the devil's thoughts are jokes in the face of absolute strength."

After Mr. Feng smiled and said, the spiritual energy in the chessboard regenerated and changed, and he also successfully divided his troops to face the spiritual energy of Xiong Beiming scattered everywhere.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xiong Beiming's scattered spiritual energy gathered again, forming a big dragon, and surrounded and killed the spiritual energy scattered in the northeast corner of Feng's Four Young Masters.

The strangle of spiritual energy was instantly strangled, and the ball of spiritual energy was at its critical rush, which was the point of merging all spiritual energy.

Once the ball of spiritual energy was destroyed, the rest of the spiritual energy was difficult to gather quickly, and the big dragon of Xiong Beiming rushed towards the rest of the spiritual energy.

As such, the two spiritual energy of Mr. Feng Si disappeared. Mr. Feng Si realized that the situation was irreversible and was unwilling to struggle. He pulled his palm suddenly, and the spiritual energy in the chessboard suddenly lost control and disappeared automatically.

In this way, Xiong Beiming was left with a weak residual spiritual energy on the entire chessboard, but he won.

A huge cheer broke out in the field, and all the immortals all roared to the sky. In this dark and cruel moment, the significance of Xiong Beiming's victory was too great. The smile on Mr. Feng Si finally disappeared, staring at Xiong Beiming with a gloomy face.

He was extremely angry and regretted it to the extreme.

In the situation at that time, if he did not divide his troops and slowly erode, he could win.

But he didn't take Xiong Beiming seriously at all, thinking that Xiong Beiming was already exhausted, and he was just trying to delay time to create more rest for other immortals.

So, he thought of a quick battle and a quick decision, divided his troops to attack, and wanted to solve the problem at one time.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Beiming quickly withdrew his troops and saw through the center of the many spiritual energy he had already divided, eliminating his spiritual energy in the center. The whole situation immediately turned around.

The defeat in this battle is not because of the lack of strength, but because the thief has measured his intentions and has taken advantage of the huge loopholes.

Xiong Beiming looked at Mr. Feng calmly and smiled, "I'm lucky, thank you brother Feng for showing mercy. I wonder if Xiong can pass the test. Can you leave?"

Mr. Feng Si said, "Just know how you win. Since you win, of course you can leave. You can rest for a while and wait until the dragon is completed, you will naturally leave the trial field."

Xiong Beiming smiled and said, "This is the best." He immediately stepped back and sat down cross-legged." But he sent a voice to Xu Yi, "Feng Si is dishonest, and it seems that there is no need to be bound by the heart here. People's hearts are deceitful. I don't expect Feng Si will not let me leave. It's just strange that Feng Si has signed rules with the trial field. The trial field will never change the big rules because of a small person like Feng Si. Therefore, I thought we could leave, but the way to leave is not to pass the competition with Feng Si. I hope Brother Wang knows."

Xiong Beiming chose to take action, but he had no intention of leaving at all. He also made himself a stepping stone, but the target of his stepping stone was very clear, and the target of his stepping stone was Xu Yi.

After seeing Xu Yi's methods, Xiong Beiming knew that the greatest hope of leaving here was still on Xu Yi.

The longer he and Feng Si were entangled, the more Feng Si's background he took out, the more beneficial it would be when Xu Yi and Feng Si fought.

"Next, who dares to fight? Since you are going to waste, I will spend money with you."

However, if the defeat in the battle, the Fourth Young Master Feng stopped being demeanor, and the smile on his face disappeared, and the dark clouds were filled with dark clouds.

Seeing Feng Si's expression like this, I don't know how many immortals sighed in my heart that the heaven was unfair.

It is as shallow as Feng Si, and the fate of all immortals can be distinguished at a glance.

In their own world, all the people with immortality are not top-notch existences, and their eyes are very clever.

A shallow figure like Feng Si is an existence in his own sect that even those of them cannot see.

But Feng Si would scold Buddha and ancestors in this trial field, whistling on his side, easily defeating and imprisoning them.

Such a big gap is not anything else, but just one thing, and the origins are different.

This alone can easily change the fate of both parties.

"I'll fight with Brother Feng."

Accompanied by the voice, a figure walked into the scene, with a pretty face, a boy, the Green Demon King.

Feng Sidao, "I know you are one of the most powerful ones in this group of preys. That's interesting. You pick people and get seven of them together, and I'll play with you."

The Green Demon King waved his hand, "I am not used to fighting with more and less in my life. Only once was I beaten by that man so much that I almost destroyed both body and spirit. Compared to that man, you are still a little worse. Let's fight fairly."

Feng Si laughed to the sky and pointed at the Green Demon King, "Have you seen someone better than me in the lower realm? He blew a big magic snail, come on, stand on the scale plate, I want to see how much pounds you are, a toad."
Chapter completed!