Evil Emperor’s Poisonous Consort: Divine Doctor Young Miss

Unlike Li Shitian who was decisive and decisive, Yan Xiyuan's movement seemed a little slow at first glance, but it was also more unique.

When his voice came out, his men had already jumped to the ring, but behind him, there was an extremely solid red horse closely following him, drawing a dazzling rainbow in the air.

What surprised everyone even more was that the red spiritual power did not dissipate in the air, but followed Yan Xiyuan like a shadow.

It took several breaths for the red rainbow to completely converge into Yan Xiyuan's body, and Yan Xiyuan's aura became even thicker!

"What kind of movement skills do people from the Tianfeng clan use? It's very strange."

Yan Xiyuan's strangeness immediately aroused the alert of those Nanchang masters. They could feel that this junior was using fire-attribute techniques.

Due to the terrain of Nanchang, most of the exercises practiced by those families are mainly based on fire attributes.

It can be said that in the entire Ziyun Continent, even the alchemists may not have as much control over the fire attribute techniques as they do.

But now, they don't recognize this young man's skills!

"Huh, what a trick." Li Shitian looked Yan Xiyuan up and down, his eyebrows filled with disdain.

He even raised his chin towards Yan Xiyuan, "Are you worthy of fighting me? Are you here to die?"

Li Shitian shrugged his shoulders and looked directly past Yan Xiyuan's figure to the stands opposite.

"Young Master Li, it is a good thing to have high talent, but if your eyes are higher than your head, sometimes you will fall into trouble." Yan Xiyuan is also very talented in the clan. Faced with Li Shitian's ignorance, he naturally felt unhappy and the aura in his body suddenly released.

Boom boom boom, the sky-wide fire spiritual power emitted from Yan Xiyuan's body, and half of the arena was dyed fiery red.

Li Shitian felt the coercion in the air, his arrogant expression changed slightly, and his gaze towards Yan Xiyuan became somewhat formal for the first time.

However, that solemnity did not last long. After a flash, Li Shitian's lips once again showed a little disdain, "With my Xuanling cultivation, you think you can save me with attribute suppression?"

"If you can, just try it and you will know, Yang Yan!" Yan Xiyuan waved his arms one after another, intertwining spiritual power on his arms and directly transformed into a pair of wide wings behind him.

The wings were intertwined with gold and red, and the lines of each feather on them were clearly visible, and the huge fire spirit power around them continued to gather upwards.

The golden red wings were spread out and were more than ten meters long. The huge wave of spiritual power brought by the wings was even more monstrous, occupying half of the competition stage, and kept rushing towards the direction of Li Shitian.

Seeing the flames continue to grow stronger, Li Shitian's expression finally became completely solemn, he formed seals with his hands, and the green spiritual power continued to spread around his body.

In the stands.

The masters of the Nanchang family were a little stunned when faced with this scene.

They thought that with Li Shitian's cultivation level, they could easily defeat him in this competition. After all, the person sent by the opponent was only at the peak level of Xuanling.

But right now, it’s unclear which one is stronger and which one is weaker.

Most of the people present here are masters above the Xuanling realm. Facing this spiritual skill called "Yang Yan", they each have an estimate in their hearts.

For an ordinary Xuanling master, this blow would be fatal!

Not only these Nanchang family heads, but also the Canglong Pavilion camp nearby also had some commotion.

The spiritual power used by Yan Xiyuan just restrained them in terms of attributes.

Except for a few who knew Li Shitian's true strength, everyone else subconsciously clenched their fists.