Zhang Xing, Princess Heavenly Phoenix, and Zhang Yuanfang drew lots and fought separately. Whoever won two rounds would win first place in this martial arts competition.
The first round, Zhang Xing VS Princess Heavenly Phoenix.
The two of them came to the center of the arena.
"Zhang Xing, you saved my life. I'm grateful to you, but I won't show mercy."
Heavenly Phoenix made her stance clear.
Zhang Xing said indifferently, "Girl, show me your full strength. Once I attack, you won't have a chance."
Heavenly Phoenix's face darkened, and she snorted coldly, "Cut the crap, let's talk with our strength!"
As she spoke, she unleashed her Heavenly Phoenix Physique.
A fiery red phoenix phantom appeared behind her, and a scorching aura pounced on Zhang Xing.
Rising to the level of an eight-star Venerable gave Heavenly Phoenix a strong confidence.
She felt that she should be the number one person in the younger generation for reaching Zhang Yuanfang's current achievements at this age.
Not only did she want to trample Zhang Xing under her feet, but she also wanted to beat up Zhang Yuanfang's arrogance.
She said that she wouldn't show mercy, no matter who it was.
It could be seen that her pursuit of fame and fortune had reached the extreme.
Favors were not worth mentioning in her eyes.
Only the winner was worthy of using favors.
Zhang Xing's favor was only to defeat him and return him the favor as a winner.
"Zhang Xing, you're the first opponent to face my Phoenix Physique. Are you ready?"
She sneered and pushed forward with both hands without caring if Zhang Xing answered.
"Phoenix's Fury!
Burn everything that stands in your way! "
The phoenix phantom behind her suddenly burned.
It turned into a solid flame, and the high temperature made the surrounding air crackle.
The burning phoenix instantly pounced on Zhang Xing.
Everyone else's expression changed.
People with strange physiques were indeed terrifying.
Even an ordinary eight-star Venerable wouldn't be able to withstand this attack.
How would Zhang Xing deal with it?
The fans of the Heavenly Phoenix were even more excited as they clamored excitedly.
"Burn him!
Burn him! "
The elders of these fan families were so scared that they broke out in a cold sweat.
Little ancestors, you can't speak carelessly.
That's Grandmaster Zhang Xing. If we anger him, he can chase us out of Xuandu City with a single sentence.
If you want to listen to his lecture, there's no way.
He hurriedly stopped them.
However, they had the advantage in numbers. Even if they could suppress one, they couldn't suppress another.
Chaos ensued.
Looking at the flames rushing over, Zhang Xing smiled faintly. "What phoenix fire? It's just a furnace fire."
He stood where he was, not even moving an inch.
The flames instantly engulfed him.
"Ah!
Grand Master Zhang, retreat! "
Zhang Xing's fans exclaimed.
The others also looked nervous.
Only the big shots and the people of Devil Jade Mountain were not worried.
Was there any other flame that could compare to the Primordial Dragon's Fire?
No, the Phoenix Fire was still a little lacking.
In Southern Sky, Prince Bei Tian had a faint smile on his face.
Although he had a lot of confidence in Heavenly Phoenix, he didn't think that Heavenly Phoenix was a match for Zhang Xing.
When Zhang Xing was refining pills, he had revealed the Dragon Breath Fire, although it was only controlled within the range of the pill furnace.
But they could all feel the terrifying temperature that made their hearts palpitate.
It could only be said that the Phoenix Fire could compete with the Dragon Breath Fire, but it was undoubtedly a fool's dream to burn Zhang Xing to death.
Besides, Zhang Xing hadn't shown the powerful fourth step, the Realm Domain.
Heavenly Phoenix knew that Zhang Xing also had an Exotic Flame, but she had been so arrogant that she had lost her way.
She couldn't tell who was the real king.
Just as she was feeling very proud, the Phoenix Fire suddenly trembled and then shrank rapidly.
An ordinary hand stretched out from the flames.
In the blink of an eye, all the scorching flames turned into a small fireball, jumping and struggling in Zhang Xing's hand.