The System Takes Me to Practice

The black-clothed monk was a little embarrassed, with some dust on his face. Han Li's attack was too sudden just now, and his carelessness caused him to almost lose the game.

"Ha ha."

Han Li saw the indifferent and cold expression on the monk's face in black, hehe smiled, turned both hands, turned the direction, and at the same time opened the folding fan a little bit. At this time, the folding fan was already open.

There are more and more runes on the folding fan, and there is a word written on the open position.

Yu!

The golden light around the word "Royal" exudes, and the runes around the word seem to come alive, gathering around the word "Royal", seeming to cheer.

"Get up!"

Han Li raised the huge folding fan and slammed it in the direction of the black monk.

A strong wind that was stronger than before quickly rushed towards the black-clothed monk.

The black-clothed monk put away his tone, quickly pinched the tactics with his hands, and his whole person turned into more than a dozen afterimages, heading towards Han Li on both sides.

"It's actually a clone, but this level can't help me."

Han Li sneered, turned around again, aimed at the afterimages of the clones on both sides, and constantly waved the folding fans.

In a short while, the ground of the entire ring was cut by countless wind blades, and the service was riddled with holes, like a muddy road in the mountains.

A dozen clones of the black monk were strangled clean by countless wind blades in the blink of an eye. At this time, there were only two clones left on the field.

"Do you only have this degree?"

Han Lijiao smiled, she was almost certain that the opponent did not have a decent long-range attack method, otherwise the opponent hadn't seen a decent long-range attack method until now.

"Sister, be careful!"

When Han Xue saw the two avatars quickly approaching Han Li, she exclaimed.

"Oh? Two small avatars, I can easily solve them without weapons."

Han Li didn't care, and even looked at the two avatars with disdain. This was a big taboo in wartime.

"Your sister is going to lose."

At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly spoke, and the reincarnation writing round eyes of his eyes had already appeared, his gaze was staring at the two clones, and Yang Fan also glanced at the black-clothed monk's deity with his light.

In the black-clothed monk's deity, illusory black shadows emerged around them, blocking everyone's eyes. But this kind of black shadow under the powerful force of the reincarnation writing round eyes, everything can be seen thoroughly.

There was no black-clothed monk's deity in that place for a long time, and there was only a clone, and the real deity had already replaced the clone.

If it is just a replacement position, then even the weakest person here can feel it without Yang Fan. But the problem is now on the clone. The black-clothed cultivator is very good at hiding aura, and he has also used the formation of hiding aura all over his body. It is very secret. Everyone present except Yang Fan and the old man did not see it.

"Yang Fan, what do you mean? Are you so eager for my sister to lose? What a narrow-minded villain."

Yang Fan didn't expect that he would be criticized as a narrow-minded villain for just telling the truth.

"Have you seen it?"

The illusory old man was not far away from Yang Fan, he said through divine knowledge.

"Of course, I just didn't expect other people to be so weak, and I can't tell by this little trick."

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched a little, and a kid from the fifth floor of the fairyland actually said that a group of cultivators in the fairyland were weak.

The old man admitted that he looked away, but he didn't think Yang Fan's strength was comparable to these fairyland, especially the black monk. In his opinion, this black monk would be the dark horse among the seven.

The two clones were already close to Han Li's body, and Han Li had not noticed the danger.

Han Li stretched out a small slender hand and patted the two avatars with little strength, but in Han Li's view, it was enough to slap the two avatars apart.

Just when Han Li thought everything was in order, the sudden change occurred.

The black shadow, which was originally just a clone, gradually condensed into substance, and the real deity of the black-clothed monk appeared. He did not take out a weapon in a hurry, and a horrible energy group condensed on his hands, which slapped Han Li on the chest.

Han Li was shocked. When she reacted, it was too late to defend.

boom!

Han Li was knocked into the air and flew quickly out of the ring. When she was still in the air, she kept coughing and coughing blood with some broken internal organs.

Bang!

Han Li fell to the field, and the black-clothed monk's blow severely injured her. Struggling to get up, Han Li realized that she had fallen outside the ring.

The outcome has been divided.

The black monk walked off the ring and glanced at Yang Fan when he came down. Because Yang Fan heard what he said just now, his own methods were seen by others, and no one would despise him.

"How is this possible!"

Han Xue couldn't believe it, and hurriedly went down to support Han Li, and at the same time gave Han Lisai a healing medicine.

Han Li's internal injuries were quickly healed after the pills were taken. The serious injuries became minor injuries in the blink of an eye, and finally healed.

"It's actually a sixth-grade healing pill. You are so rich, and you actually use this high-level pill. Why do you still want to come in for the fairy crystal?"

This kind of high-level healing pill, sold out, was worth at least 10,000 top-grade immortal crystals. Yang Fan didn't think they had picked up this pill.

"Then start the second game."

Huh!

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the thin monks and middle-aged monks appeared on the ring, and the previous riddled ring had already been restored to its original state.

"Boy, I can finally take care of you, I hope you don't lose in such a hurry, I still have many methods to use on you."

However, the thin monk did not give the middle-aged monk much opportunity to speak, and a flash of light appeared in front of the middle-aged monk, severely slashed with a scimitar in his hand.

when!

The middle-aged monk was startled and furious. He also knew that the moment the two stepped onto the ring, the battle had already begun, and the thin monk's blow was not a sneak attack.

The thin monk's scimitar slashed on the ground, leaving a huge gap, and then he caught up with the middle-aged monk, his scimitar kept slashing, alive like a street gangster who could not martial arts, just slashing with a knife. .

Despite this, being chased and chopped by the thin monk all the way, the middle-aged monk was extremely embarrassed. Although the thin monk's knife skills were messy and there were flaws everywhere, but he did not give the middle-aged monk a chance to sacrifice weapons.

No one dares to be harder than anyone with a body and a weapon.

"Damn ants, you forced me."

The middle-aged monk was chased by the thin monk for several minutes, and finally he couldn't help it. He roared, and the golden light flashed in his hand. He directly pinched the thin monk's machete and grabbed the thin monk's neck with his left hand. As his right hand grasped the blade firmly, golden blood flowed from the gap between his fingers.

The skinny monk shook his body, avoided the middle-aged monk's left hand, and then pulled the scimitar back with force.