Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Juan Feng laughed loudly: "It seems that you still need to study hard for a few years, otherwise you will not be able to get started with this set of magic of this general..."

As soon as the words fell, everyone heard a loud bang.

The entire piece of Kun crystal turned into powder in an instant like exploding glass.

A breeze blew by, raising golden particles all over the sky, which then fell into the crowd.

He opened a paper umbrella with one hand to block out the gold powder in the sky.

At the same time, the ring in his hand glowed and absorbed the gold powder back into the storage ring.

When everyone came back to their senses from the beautiful golden rain before them and wanted to rush to grab the things, they found that they had all been sucked back.

There is not even a trace of residue left.

The monks watching were stunned.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they really would have found it hard to believe what they were seeing.

Kun Jing, which was able to withstand an attack from an eighth-rank cultivator, was crushed just like that.

Juan Feng looked at Ren Yi in shock: "Aren't you only at the third level of cultivation?"

Prince Xiaoxiang also turned his head slowly, his cold and suppressed eyes revealing a deep scrutiny.

"Yes, but I have a family secret skill that allows me to penetrate all kinds of hard objects."

She waved her hand calmly: "I'm sorry to make you laugh at this awful thing."

Everyone: "..."

Juan Feng's mouth twitched uncontrollably. The skill that could shatter Kun Jing into powder was something that could not be produced.

What about the skills that they can only listen to?

Not even as good as a toy?

Xiaoru looked at Juanfeng's dark face and laughed heartily, holding his stomach.

"Hahaha, he's really a idiot!"

Juan Feng was furious, pointing at Ren Yi and yelling, "You're just here to mess things up! You're not joining sincerely at all."

"Hey, you're wrong."

He walked slowly on the stage with his hands behind his back.

"Whether it was the former Demon King Renyi or the Heavenly Emperor Renyi, she was always a strong person. Only when she is strong herself, others will be willing to follow her."

"If this is all your magic is, then it is definitely not up to standard."

Juan Feng was about to speak, but King Xiaoxiang raised the sword in his hand, and the magic power around him vibrated regularly like water ripples.

"Then let me learn from your superior skills."

Fang Yiru sat up straight, the red tasseled spear flashing at his side.

Chu Yang, Yun An and others in the audience were also on high alert. If this damn King Xiaoxiang dared to disrespect them, they would make him bleed within five steps today.

Tiezhu bared his teeth and looked at the stage.

His master was worried about having no excuse to start a fight.

But they want to take the initiative to compete with their master?

He was just about to doze off when someone knocked him out!

Ren Yi raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you can talk? I thought you were mute?"

"How about this, I have a friend who is very good at defensive magic. You and I will attack him together and see who can break through his defense. Whoever wins will win."

“As for the prizes, don’t do anything fancy.

"The loser just needs to kowtow three times to the winner."

King Xiao Xiang stared at Ren Yi coldly, his sinister eyes revealing a strong sense of oppression.

"It's a word."

Just lightly tap any iron pillar that is trying to sneak out of the crowd.

"My friend who is good at defensive magic, why don't you come up quickly?"

Tiezhu's figure froze in the middle of the crowd.

Just when he wanted to take advantage of the situation and pick on someone, he realized that there was no one within a three-meter radius from him.

Tiezhu: What a bunch of ungrateful people!

He turned around and gave a dry smile to the person on the stage with a stiff smile.

"Actually, I feel a little unwell today..."

Ren Yi also smiled: "Why don't you come closer and talk to me?"

Tiezhu strode forward, "But I am a loyal and brave man, willing to risk my life for my friends, but what can a mere sparring match do to me?"

When he walked to Chu Yang, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Chu Yang grabbed him and sent a magical message into Tie Zhu's mind:

[What are you doing? Is that bullshit king so scary? Don't do this. It's embarrassing! ]

[Am I afraid of King Xiaoxiang? I’m afraid of my master! With her power, that piece of Kun Crystal will be my fate! ]

When Chu Yang heard this, he reached out and pushed him from behind.

Go ahead, I would rather my friend die than let myself die!

Tiezhu walked onto the stage with his legs limp. Juanfeng saw beads of sweat on Tiezhu's forehead and couldn't help but sneer:

"Fellow Daoist, your friend is already scared silly, would you like to drink some ginseng soup to calm down so he doesn't wet his pants later?"

Randomly pointed at the iron pillar and Juan Feng:

"Your urine is yellow, wake him up, so he won't talk nonsense."

"you you you you you!"

Juan Feng trembled for a long time and couldn't utter a complete sentence. He was so angry that he was about to roll up his sleeves and start fighting.

"enough!"

King Xiaoxiang spoke in a deep voice:

"I will start first!"