Long Haotian laughed, took out a three-eyed zombie demon and said, "This is a first-grade spiritual pet, unrefined. His bloodline is super mutated, with more than 10,000 spirit stones."

Ji Wubing gritted his teeth and searched in the storage bag for a long time before taking out a magic sword and said, "First-level magic sword, eight patterns, eight thousand spirit stones!"

Thinking of this, he once again searched the storage bag in a mess, took out a lot of bottles and jars, placed them in front of Long Haotian, gritting his teeth and saying, "In addition, these body-tempering pills and elixirs to enhance the bloodline of the spiritual pet. It is worth your spiritual pet!"

Looking at Ji Wubing's appearance, I was afraid that I had already scraped my entire body and took it out.

"Okay! Although all you took out was garbage, it's hard to laugh at it!" Long Haotian shrugged, as if he said reluctantly.

Fang Luoyou also found Ji Wuming, and the two of them bet on 20,000 spirit stones.

On the critical line of the entrance of the Wind-Chasing Canyon.

A row of betting cultivators stood in rows, stepping on the critical line, with their expressions tense, staring at the Wind Chasing Canyon.

Only Mo Bei's eyes were closed, and invisibly, his spiritual consciousness was centered on it, spreading wildly, feeling the subtle changes of the strong wind in the Wind Chasing Canyon.

"Haha, you guys are just waiting to admit defeat and hand over the magic sword!"

Chen Baiyu laughed wildly, took the lead in sacrificing the blue roc, and rushed towards the sky and the canyon.

If he had a pull of his hair and moved his whole body, the moment Chen Baiyu rushed out, all the cultivators on the critical line rushed out suddenly.

Each showed his magical powers, madly urging the true energy in his body. He sacrificed the sword spirit and rode on the sword spirit. He rolled out the fierce wind and colorful light, and rushed towards the canyon one after another.

"Boss, I've gone too!"

Long Haotian shouted, ran a few steps, and shadows emerged from his eyebrows, completely wrapping his limbs.

As the light gathered, Long Haotian's limbs began to grow a thick and lush wolf hair, and his hands turned into wolf claws.

The legs also became bent and turned into werewolf.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

Long Haotian jumped several times in the air, his figure quickly withdrew his lightning, and he dragged out a long phantom, quickly avoiding the fierce wind and rushing towards the canyon.

"Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The wind is changing so wonderfully, it doesn't conform to common sense at all." Mo Bei murmured in his heart, feeling the sound of the wind with his keen five senses.

He could even feel the wisp of wind activate the swaying rhythm of his hair.

Just in the moment when this storm disappeared!

"It's now!"

Mo Bei's eyes suddenly opened. The rich and thick Taixu energy burst out from the soles of his feet, creating a powerful impact.

Next moment—

Mo Bei's body almost turned into a afterimage and instantly rushed out ten feet away!

And at the same time!

Like a terrifying wave, waves of fierce wind and waves rushed towards you in a suppressed manner again, from top to bottom, rushing wildly!

Suddenly, more than half of all the disciples fell to the ground, or even the sword spirits under them were blown to the sky and threw them out of the Wind Chasing Canyon.

"Click!"

The fierce wind pulled out the towering trees from the ground and fell from the east and west!

Flying sand and stones!

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!" The wind was mixed with wind blades, and it hit the cliffs on both sides of the Wind-Chasing Canyon, or on the rocks.

These rocks jingled and sparks flew everywhere. In just one moment, they were filled with countless cracks.

"What a terrifying wind!" Mo Bei's heart thundered, and all kinds of thoughts passed by his mind in a flash.

"If this continues, I'm afraid if I force myself to break through, I will be blown out of the canyon like other cultivators."

"The first time I came to the Wind Chasing Canyon, I was not very clear about the situation, so I should not expose my strength rashly. Who knows if the next wave of wind will grow with my current strength?"

Mo Bei thought, and light blue aura spread out from his palm, covering his entire palm.

He clung to the stone wall like a spider, his body was close to the stone wall, and his light flashed one after another, protecting his whole body, looking a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Ha ha,"

Chen Baiyu in the air, Yu Guang glanced at Mo Bei and sneered: "I think you have some skills. It turns out that you are just a fool. Since that's the case, I won't wait for you!"

Chen Baiyu stepped on the green big roll, his body arched, half-kneeled on the back of the green big roll, supported the green big roll's back with one hand, and made quick gestures with the other hand. He murmured to himself, and obscure spells sounded one after another from his mouth.

At the same time, his right hand was already outlining in the air quickly, drawing a complicated hand technique, translucent and illusory character.

Then, Chen Baiyu shouted, grabbed the translucent character with his hand, slapped it into the body of the green Dapeng with a hard palm, and a ruthless look appeared on his face: "Dapeng, rush over to me!"

The blue big roll suddenly roared wildly, and the light shone in the demon's pupils. From its feathers, green flames kept spraying, forming a blue sea of ​​fire, facing the terrifying wind, rushing towards the canyon again.

"Five zhang, ten zhang, thirty zhang!"

The muscles on Chen Baiyu's face were trembling constantly under the strong wind, and his face showed a very ferocious look.

However, his eyes were filled with incomparable madness.

"Seventy feet, hahaha!" Chen Baiyu smiled grimly, rode on the green big roc, riding the wind and waves, and jumping a hundred feet into the valley with a destructive force, and then slowed down.

"Boy, fight with me!? What are you fighting with me! Baizhang, you will never dream of catching up with me in your life!"

The disciples who were blocked by the strong wind immediately recognized the hand gestures that Chen Baiyu had just slapped his hands and exclaimed in surprise:

"Isn't this the true sword-controlling technique of Qinlongling?"

"No wonder Chen Boyu is going to challenge Mo Bei today. It turns out that he is sure to win!"

Long Haotian also looked unnatural and cursed: "I have actually practiced the Sword Control True Spirit Art! It can stimulate the potential of the sword spirit. The strength will increase several times in a short period of time!"

"Boss, come on!"

Chen Boyu listened to these words. The sarcasm and sneer on his face became more and more obvious. He turned around and looked at Mo Bei who was climbing onto the wall dozens of feet away, and sneered: "Chasing, you are chasing. Aren't you quite good at showing off your power?"

Hearing this, Mo Bei hummed slightly and no longer cared about Chen Baiyu who provoked him. His spiritual sense swept through the storm.

"The wind has changed and softened!"

Mo Bei's eyes lit up. His legs bent, and his soles pedaled hard on the wall. With the help of the rebound force, his body rose into the air again, turning into an arrow and chasing him straight into the valley.

The moment he jumped out, he slapped the magic spirit card with his left hand, grabbed a handful of light, and poured into the sky.

"Gar!"

A clear cry suddenly came from the falling stream of light. As the dazzling light changed, a huge fire phoenix with the light of flames flowing all over the body suddenly formed and appeared in the void.

Mo Bei stepped on the air with his feet. He kept moving quickly, his arms were put together, and he slashed down with his hand knife. He drew out an elite sword energy, tearing the small wisp of strong wind into pieces, and then rushing through the wind's wrapping and landing on Huoluan.

"Crush!" Mo Bei leaned over on Huoluan's back, and his thoughts passed by.

The fire phoenix flapped its wings frantically, and the fiery red shadows roared instantly with the wind and waves, and the hot breath instantly increased the temperature in the entire canyon a lot.

The disciples not far from Mo Bei all felt the scorching aura spreading, scorching them, and a layer of dense beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads in an instant.

"Brother Mo Bei is so fast!" Ye Qinghong opened her mouth wide and blurted out at the shading of the flame that swept through her.

The fiery red flowing shadow turned into Mo Bei and the green flowing shadow turned into Chen Baiyu quickly emerged from the crowd, leaving everyone far behind, and rushing to fly towards the canyon.

"Catch up!"

Seeing Mo Bei getting closer to him, Chen Baiyu had already flew over thirty or fifty feet in a flash and approaching him. His face changed. He didn't dare to talk nonsense. He quickly turned his head, striking the blue roc, and flew hysterically into the canyon.

Feeling the hot breath coming from behind and invading his body.

Chen Boyu's heart beat faster, his blood gushed, his whole body became hot, and his face was full of impatientness.

"How could he be so fast!"

Chen Boyu was panting, and was upset and pulled open the collar of his chest, with madness and anger in his eyes; "I can't lose to him! That's 40,000 spirit stones!"

Chen Baiyu put his hands together, constantly swinging in the air, pinching his hand gestures, changing rapidly, and the shadows spreading from the gaps of his fingers quickly condensed into shape, turning into one complex and obscure character after another.

"Play!"

Chen Boyu grabbed the characters in the palm of his hand one after another and slapped them into the body of the green big peng.

At this moment, his mind was full of forty thousand spirit stones and he could not lose, and he didn't notice that in the blue big roll's demonic eyes, he was so crazy that he was almost collapsed!

"Although the sword-controlling true spirit technique can stimulate the potential of the sword spirit in a short time, it will cause extremely damage to the sword spirit and can only be used once. Unless you wait for the sword spirit to recover, the sword spirit will..."

At this moment, his master's earnest teachings in his ears had long been forgotten by him.

"Run, rush for me!"

Chen Baiyu used the Sword-Resisting True Spirit Art frantically, and the true energy in his body was exhausted, panting, and his face turned pale.

Mo Bei sneered, took out the storage bag again, and wiped the palm of his hand over it, and then a yellow talisman paper suddenly appeared.

This is the talisman he bought from the Evil Dragon Sect!

A stream of internal forces spread out from the cracks of the fingers, injected into the talisman paper, and unleashed the ban!

"call!"

Suddenly, Mo Bei and Huoluan were used as the center, and cyclone groups rose up to completely wrap them up.

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, the fire phoenix burst out with an extremely fierce momentum and rushed out wildly. Its speed was so fast that it squeezed the air into twists, making a crackling sound.
Chapter completed!