C12 (1/2)

tu dec 01 16: 59: 49 cst 2015

Arena five was still the focus of everyone's attention.

Fatty Wang was carrying a huge tortoise shell on his back. His entire body shrank and his four limbs and head actually closed automatically, completely turning into a giant turtle's head.

As long as enough spirit energy is injected, all four limbs and head will come out with sharp blades crafted from black iron essence. Although the movements are a little slow, the defense is excellent, and the attack is not ordinary, but unfortunately, no one is interested in this kind of thing that some master blacksmith created on a whim.

However, Fatty Wang's father was an exception. It was said that his eyes shone when he saw the item and he was extremely fond of it. Feng Xia was even so happy to throw it to him.

Fatty Wang controlled the item for a while, causing the opponent to scatter in all directions. At this moment, he no longer had any strength left, so he could only prostrate on the ground.

Fatty Wang's opponent was even more exhausted. With only the second level of the Fantasy spirit realm, there was no way for him to break through the defense of this spirit armor. After being chased down and attacked with all his strength, he was still unable to do anything to his opponent. He sat down on the floor and stared at the other side.

Just as he was at his wit's end and was about to give up, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He clenched his teeth and stood up, walking to Fatty Wang's turtle shell.

At this moment, Fatty Wang had already noticed that his opponent had already come to his side. However, his fat body was tired and hot and tired inside the turtle shell, so he couldn't muster up any strength to resist.

Fatty Wang's opponent had already placed his palms on the turtle shell, channeling all the spiritual energy in his body into his hands. Using all his strength, he pushed forward.

The turtle shell immediately spun and fell off the stage.

Fatty Wang struggled his way out of the turtle shell. He showed no bravery and ignored the laughter of the crowd. He put the turtle shell into his storage ring and swaggered back to his seat!

The farce finally came to an end.

Ampu, Ampu, Ampi, Amphiba, Amphiba, Amphiba, Amphiba, Amphibah, Amphibah, Amphibah, Amphibah, Amphibah, Amphibah, Ebd.

Five days later, the final victors of the 16 arenas stood on the arena.

After two days of recuperation, these true geniuses of the Windy Nation were all standing on this stage in high spirits.

Most of these people were people Ling Yun knew or had heard of before!

The Great Prince of Fengwu, Feng Chen, had a cultivation at the eighth level of the Fantasy spirit realm and cultivated the royal clan's battle skill 'Tyrant Dragon Fist'. It could be said that he was his strongest opponent and he did not have many interactions with him.

The son of the Duke of Zhuo, Zhuo Feng, was at the late seventh level of the Fantasy spirit realm. No one on the fifth ring had yet forced him to use his ultimate technique, so it was unknown. A few years ago, he had met him once, and their strength was also extraordinary.

His cousin Ling Qiu was at the early seventh level of the Fantasy spirit realm. Just like him, he also possessed the family's battle skills and was one of the top experts.

Xiao Ding from the Xiao Clan of the Illusory Sun Imperial City, a late sixth level Illusory Spirit Realm martial artist with the clan's combat skill 'Void Splitting Palm'.

Weir County, He Xuan, late sixth level of the Fantasy spirit realm. The mysterious violet-clothed youth, early sixth level of the Fantasy spirit realm.

Of course, the person with the highest cultivation was Ling Yun, who was at the late ninth level of the Fantasy spirit realm, and had eleven spiritual veins that could dominate the rest. His spirit energy was way above everyone else, so it shouldn't be too difficult to win this competition.

The crowd that came to watch the competition had also reached the peak. There was a sea of people and an empty alley.

At this moment, Young Master Ling was feeling elated. He would soon reach the peak of his life and reach the top of this country.

These sixteen people were the center of attention today, so naturally no one would notice them. The gloominess in Feng Chen's eyes, the helplessness in Yun Cheng's eyes, and the light in Xu Da's eyes.

The old man on the stage cleared his throat, indicating for the crowd to quiet down, and said with an extremely depressing tone: