Under the cutting of the high-intensity wind blade, the last few vines also shattered and finally turned into glow and disappeared.

At the same time, the wind blade emitted by Gray also exhausted its magic power, and a buzzing sound turned into wisps of blue smoke.

However, Old John lost all the barriers, and his figure was completely exposed to Gray. At this moment, as long as Gray releases a wind blow, he can knock the trembling Old John to the ground!

Gray stood with his hands behind his back, about to speak, suddenly, Old John opened his closed eyes, and a faint light flashed away.

Grey suddenly felt that something was wrong and was about to release Fengxing Technique to distance himself from Old John, Old John opened his mouth and said, "Parasite, start!"

In an instant, a green glow suddenly lit up at the soles of Grey's feet, and countless emerald green vines immediately spread along his legs, binding his entire body!

In a blink of an eye, Grey, who was about to win just now, suddenly became the prey of Old John!

Everyone around couldn't help but be stunned, wondering what was going on!

At this moment, Gray had been wrapped in a big rice dumpling by the vines on his body, only the mouth and nose were exposed outside, so that he could breathe.

It can be seen from this that when the wood-type magician uses vines to bind the enemy, he can completely block the enemy's mouth and nose, and then suffocate him to death.

"Parasite?" Gray said incredibly, with a sense of reluctance in his voice, "When did it happen? There was a whirlwind around my body. Logically speaking, the vine seeds should not be attached to me!"

Old John's face was still as gentle as the spring breeze, and he replied with a smile: "Just when all your attention is attracted by the vine jungle."

"Yes, there is a wind barrier around your body, but you ignore the soles of your feet!"

Old John waved his arm, and the vines on Gray slowly dissipated, revealing his slightly pale face.

Old John continued: "These vines around me are not just for defense, but more importantly, to divert your attention!"

"When you spend all your energy breaking these vines, you will ignore the ground covered by vines." Old John pointed behind Gray, "Now you can turn around and see, those leaves are the vine seeds."

"And these vine seeds are the parasitic traps I have prepared for you!"

Gray smiled bitterly after hearing this, "So that's the case, I've given up."

Grey understood that he did not lose in strength, but in tactics. If he fought hard, Old John would definitely not be his opponent, but his rich combat experience made up for his lack of strength and mediocre talent!

This time, the old John, who is not talented, actually defeated the genius magician Gray!

Suddenly, the audience burst into warm cheers. They not only cheered for the victory of Old John, but more importantly, Old John's victory gave them a glimmer of hope!

The first line of hope belongs to those with average talent!

Since even people like Old John who have not been able to enter the inner courtyard for thirty years can defeat the genius magician with their own efforts, what reason does other sects not work hard!

Therefore, after this battle, John Old completely became the idol of most magicians. These magicians are often mediocre, but they are willing to work hard and endure hardships! They believe that even if they do not have the talent given by God, hard work will become a kind of talent!

"Old John wins in this game!" The referee announced that he was also very surprised by the result of this game.

After pondering for a moment, Gray smiled and accepted the result of the game calmly. He bowed slightly, bowed to the respectable opponent, and then walked off the field.

Old John returned the gift, and walked back to his seat from the other side.

At this time, the staff responsible for ensuring the competition came over and gave Old John a medium-grade wood-type magic crystal.

This is the treatment of the top three players who have advanced to the top three. Since they have to compete continuously, the academy gave them magic crystals, allowing them to recover the consumed magic power as soon as possible to cope with the next game.

Next, it's Chen Zhui's turn to fight Duran Yat.

Duran Yat had been standing up from his seat impatiently. He stared at Chen and chased, then took a step and came to the field.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from the audience. Admirers were never missing for the strong, especially those with genius like Duran Yat.

Chen Zhui looked at Duran Yat's meaningful gaze and thought to himself: Why don't you stare? If you stare at me, I will pull off your Shamatt hairstyle for you!

Although he thought so, Chen Zhui was still a little scared when facing an intermediate magician. After all, he had never heard of it before. Which junior magician could defeat an intermediate magician above the level!

Chen Zhui raised his legs and walked towards the field, thinking about what tactics he should adopt! It was really a headache! This dark magic cannot be used, Ah Dai Sha Ling cannot be used, and the Black Sha Sword cannot be used...

There are too many restrictions on Chen Zhui in this game!

Huh? Do you want to force him to use the Original Nether Fire to make his fire-type magic turn?

As soon as this idea came out, it was rejected by Chen Zhui. There were so many people around him, including many outstanding magicians, and there were five elders sitting on the stage!

Using the Original Nether Fire here is a search for death!

Chen Zhui thought while standing in the middle of the field.

The referee announced loudly: "In this game, Duran Yat fights against Chen Zhui, and start!"

With a command, Duran Yat's mouth immediately curled up a smile of interest, and he murmured: "Chen Zhui, I have wanted to have a good fight with you! Xia Zhengyang didn't let me enjoy it just now, don't let me down!"

Chen Zhui subconsciously replied after hearing this: "I'm so fucking, Xia Zhengyang has aroused your perverted interests. What's the matter with Lord Guan Meng!"

However, Duran Yat didn't care about Chen Zhui at all. His long hair like flames fluttered in the wind, like a burning torch.

Duran Yat without saying a word, raised his arm and outlined a mark of a fire wall on his chest.

In an instant, this fire wall transformed out in the air, with the raging flames attached to it, covering Chen Zhui's head like a pressing pressure!

Damn! Duran Yat is just fierce. He released the fire wall instead of pushing it out like other fire magicians, but lifting it up directly and smashing it to Chen Zhui in front of his head!
Chapter completed!