In the realm system of a monk, as long as he is a higher level, there is no special situation, he can see the level of a monk with a lower level than him without showing any special circumstances.

In other words, the man wearing red and white armor either used a special means of hiding his strength.

Either he at least hit the same level of change realm as Xiao Chen, and must be higher than Xiao Chen’s strength!

This is just like Xiao Chen was teased by a wretched man when he met Bai Qingxue before. When Bai Qingxue did not use her spiritual power, even if Xiao Chen had a sharp sense of smell of spiritual power, he could not notice what kind of realm Bai Qingxue had.

Only when Bai Qingxue showed some spiritual power slightly could Xiao Chen understand the other party's specific realm.

"Interesting, I didn't expect that in Xuyang City, I could meet a master of Earth Change."

With Bai Qingxue, this is already the second cultivator in the realm of change that Xiao Chen encountered.

If this were placed in the five holy places, even if it was not cultivated into a holy son, it would definitely be a core disciple.

But this man in red and white armor seems to be no different from the disciples of the Liu family. He is all Liu Moyan's dog licking dog.

But Xiao Chen has long been accustomed to this situation. After all, in the arena of Baili Pavilion, perhaps only Bai Qingxue's appearance can be compared with her.

And what the man in red and white armor said is indeed true...

On the ring, even the ghost-faced monk who can control the opponent's spiritual power line is indeed at a disadvantage in the fight with Liu Moyan.

Boom boom boom boom!

On the ring, three consecutive fireballs were released by Liu Moyan with the scepter in her hand with spiritual power.

Every fireball fell on the ring, it could create a huge pit, and the smell of burnt floor could be faintly smelled.

The ghost-faced monk held a folding fan in his hand, but he had long disappeared from his usual scholar appearance. He retreated repeatedly. With a slight negligence, he seemed to be bombarded to ashes by the fireball.

Soon, the entire ring was almost blown by Liu Moyan's fireball.

After the battle from the morning to the present, there was finally no room for the ghost-faced monk to continue to detour on the field.

"There is no choice but to bet!" The ghost-faced monk gritted his teeth and muttered in a deep voice.

If you retreat again, you will withdraw from the ring and give in.

Now, if he wants to continue participating in the competition, he can only take another bet and complete the counterattack!

"Spiritual power line, come out!"

The ghost-faced monk suddenly opened the folding fan, and several golden threads of spiritual power flew directly towards Liu Moyan.

Xiao Chen has seen the power of the spiritual power line. As long as the golden silk can control the opponent's spiritual power, he can control the opponent's spiritual power at will!

The night before yesterday, Xiao Chen cracked it through his three-yuan soul.

But the three-yuan primordial spirit is not everything. Apart from the three-yuan primordial spirit, what other methods can be cracked?

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen looked at Liu Moyan with curiosity.

Since the battle between the two sides has been persisted at this time, the Ghost Face Cultivator must have used the spiritual power line.

But before it was over, Liu Moyan must have dissolved his spiritual power line before.

Xiao Chen didn't see what method he used...

"Hmph, Ghost Face Cultivator, I said that you can't control me!"

Liu Moyan snorted, as if she didn't take the Ghost Face Cultivator seriously at all.

She waved the scepter in her hand casually, and several fireballs attacked directly against the spiritual power line.

The golden thread of spiritual power was directly burned to ashes by the scorching spiritual energy in the fireball.

"And... I am tired too, so I can indeed end it!"

Liu Moyan narrowed her eyes, and a trace of evil flashed from the corner of her eyes.

"Not good!" Xiao Chen shouted subconsciously, because while she finished speaking, Xiao Chen clearly felt that there was a huge spiritual power beside Liu Moyan.

boom!

I saw a huge fireball suddenly appearing in front of Liu Moyan, and then flew quickly towards the Ghost Face monk, without giving the Ghost Face monk any time to react.

Xiao Chen frowned. The strength of the ghost-faced cultivator is at the seventh level of the Yuanshen Realm, while Liu Moyan's strength is actually the peak of the Yuanshen Realm, which is only one step away from the Earth Change Realm.

In such a frontal battle, the gap in realm strength will be fully exposed!

Bang--

The entire body of the Ghost-faced monk flew backwards from the ring.

He fell heavily to the ground, and his decent clothes were burned to pieces by the fireballs.

The most important thing is that the spiritual power in the body of the Ghost Face Cultivator has almost been exhausted.

For a monk, the spiritual power in his body is equivalent to the life of a monk!

"I will actually lose to her..."

The ghost-faced monk lay on the ground, looking unwillingly at Liu Moyan on the ring.

He never expected that he would fall in the second round.

You know, the entire foreign sect had great hope for him.

"Hmph, you little strange sect want to compete for a quota with me? Bah!"

Liu Moyan proudly spat on the ghost-faced monk.

The ghost-faced monk was stunned, his eyes were filled with empty space.

The humiliation even made the monks next to him unable to bear it.

At this time, Xiao Chen, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but clench his fists.

When he was in the lower realm, why didn’t he be insulted like this?

He absolutely empathized with the complex state of mind of the Ghost Face Cultivator at this time!

"Miss, beautiful job!"

"That ghost-faced monk is just an ungrateful guy!"

"Haha, still want to challenge the lady? Go and dream!"

The Liu family disciples surrounded Liu Moyan, who had won the victory, walked off the ring.

The ghost-faced monk then came to his senses and smashed his fist hard on the ground.

He wished he could get the place back immediately, but unfortunately, he was even struggling to use his spiritual power now...

"If you want to take revenge, you must first recover your spiritual power and recover your injuries."

Suddenly, a hand came to me, and in my palm was a pill to restore spiritual power.

The ghost-faced monk turned his head and stared at Xiao Chen in a daze: "Young Master Xiao Chen, I... really made you laugh."

The ghost-faced monk showed a helpless and bitter smile.

Xiao Chen shrugged and said, "A monk who specializes in flame power is not common in the entire upper world, and it is not surprising that her realm is higher than yours."

"I know, but I... just don't want to give up!"

The ghost-faced monk picked up Xiao Chen's pill and swallowed it directly.

He smiled bitterly at Xiao Chen helplessly and said, "Young Master Xiao Chen, it seems that I told you before that I was competing in the martial arts competition. I, the Ghost Face Cultivator, have to break the appointment by myself."
Chapter completed!