Under the brim of the hat, Zhang San has beautiful facial features, and the proportions of his three courts and five eyes are just right. It is no surprise that he is a handsome man. Only one of his eyebrows is broken, which makes his handsome look a little more evil.
He raised his hand and touched the side of his face, and the blood stains on his fingertips made him smile.
His smile was weird, and the smile didn't touch his eyes at all, so even though he was smiling, it gave people an uncomfortable feeling, as if he was a prey and was being targeted by the hunter on the opposite side.
So the evil eyebrows coupled with that uncomfortable smile made Zhang San not look like a good person.
The world of immortality also depends on appearance, otherwise everyone wouldn't learn some magic and try their best to beautify their appearance and make the whole continent full of handsome men and beautiful women.
It was difficult for Zhang San to have such a handsome face, but he was not lovable. Even the spectators at the edge of the ring kept silent, as if they were afraid that such evil people would hear their comments. Later, when they went out in the middle of the night, they were beaten with sacks. .
With Zhang San as a comparison, even Jiang Yunchen seemed less cold, scary and repulsive.
The atmosphere in the ring was a bit strange. The two people had never fought each other, but their eyes were staring at each other for a moment. If it weren't for the obvious meaning of holding a gun and a stick in their eyes, everyone would have thought that this was not a ring scene. What kind of recognition was it? It's a pro conference.
Finally someone muttered: "What happened? The moves were so fast that I couldn't understand them at all."
Another knowledgeable person replied: "They didn't make any moves, they were fighting with their spiritual consciousness."
Intermediate monks have never seen such a fighting style in the arena, not to mention the invisible existence of spiritual consciousness. Everyone can only judge from the blood marks on Zhang San's face that Jiang Yunchen currently has the upper hand.
Ping Junhua among the spectators whispered: "He is powerful again. He can actually turn his spiritual consciousness into a tangible form and cut his opponent's face."
Ren Jinghua: "Gu Qianning turned out to be defeated because he was suppressed by Zhang San's consciousness. Being able to suppress Gu Qianning's consciousness means that this person's consciousness has exceeded the limit of the middle level... I don't know where it came from."
Zhang San on the ring looked slightly sideways and saw a tiny crack on the brim of his hat: "Interesting."
Then he said: "What's your name?"
When I asked this question, the whole audience was speechless.
No, don’t you know Jiang Yunchen, the seed contestant of the Fuxi Mountain Five-Rank Tianxing Competition, one of the most popular candidates to win the championship, and a natural spirit?
If you come to participate in the competition without even checking this basic information, I really don’t know whether you are too crazy or too crazy...
Jiang Yunchen replied without changing his expression: "Li Si."
Everyone: "..."
Are you making trouble? !
Besides, your name is hanging on the gambling table next to the ring. Do you think Zhang San is easy to deceive?
As a result, I heard Zhang San repeat the name very seriously: "Li Si...? It's a bit similar to my name."
Everyone: "...?"
No, is this your real name?
No, you really don’t care about the competition system at all. You don’t even know there is a gambling table next to the ring? ? ? Isn't Jiang Yunchen's name written on the first line above? Please open your eyes and take a look! !
Zhang San had no idea that his two casual words had driven the audience crazy under the ring. He only said: "Very good, I finally met an opponent who can make me use my moves."
Everyone: When you hit Gu Qianning just now, was it not considered a formal move? !
Help, this guy was tricked.
Zhang San's so-called move was just a slight raise of his finger.
But precisely because of this action, Zhao Yisu's eyes became more solemn.
Apart from those seventh- and eighth-grade high-level cultivators, Zhao Yisu had only seen one person who could throw the ultimate fighting magic move with just a snap of his finger, and that was Jiang Yunchen.
But Jiang Yunchen has completed four ninth-grade major cultivations, and he has long been familiar with these spells. Every move of his fingers is regarded as a gift to the spells, and sometimes a glance can kill someone.
But now Zhang San in the ring can actually do it.
The spell thrown by Zhang San flew into the air and turned into a green dragon. It danced in front of Jiang Yunchen and roared towards him. The fierce eyes and sharp fangs gave him a terrifying sense of oppression that could tear people to pieces at any time.
Under the circular arena, the wave of spectators standing behind Jiang Yunchen were unlucky enough to bump into the green dragon's face unexpectedly, and were frightened to the spot. Then he realized that the ring was protected by a barrier. He quickly wiped his cold sweat and got up from the ground, but he couldn't help but step back some distance.
Just being slapped in the face by a huge dragon head is enough to frighten people, not to mention the abundant spiritual power fluctuations and powerful spiritual pressure.
Jiang Yunchen stood there, not moving an inch, not even blinking.
The wind stirred up by Qinglong ruffled his clothes and hair. Under Qinglong's furious gaze, Jiang Yunchen calmly raised his hand to brush away the broken hair that fell in front of his face.
This action is similar to how Zhang San had time to clean his clothes when fighting Gu Qianning, which is quite mocking.
The onlookers under the ring didn't know why - why didn't the summoned big green dragon not bite?
When the big green dragon rushed forward again, but was blocked by something, everyone suddenly realized - oh, it turned out that Jiang Yunchen had set up a protective barrier.
I don't know when the barrier was set up, and I couldn't even see it clearly, but Qinglong was clearly blocked. His head seemed to hit a hard object several times when he rushed forward, so he had to retreat and be unable to rage.
Zhang San was secretly surprised. What he was thinking was that I, a big blue dragon, could scare people out of their wits just by being scared. Why was it that the people opposite me were not timid?
I have to say Zhang San is too crazy! As long as he spent some time to check the information, he would know that Jiang Yunchen also had a dragon, a golden thunder dragon, and he could use it superbly.
Zhang San used the dragon to scare him, wasn't he just showing off his sword in front of Guan Gong?
What can Jiang Yunchen do? Isn't it boring to just stand there and smooth my hair?
Zhang San missed a hit and realized that his opponent was even crazier than him, so he immediately changed his strategy.
He put away the green dragon and moved his fingers again. This time a nine-tailed fox came out.
The nine-tailed fox is an ancient ferocious beast that was transformed into the legendary Cultivation Continent by devouring the turbid air on the ground.
Although Jiang Yunchen still had no expression on the ring, he was actually surprised.
If the other party used Qinglong, he still thought it might be some kind of magic weapon, but by the time he used the nine-tailed fox, he had already understood that it was indeed an illusion.
It is very rare for a fantasy cultivator to use such a powerful attack, even in the continent where he lived thousands of years ago.
Moreover, it is impossible for this person to have seen the real living Qinglong and Nine-tailed Fox, but he can imagine such a realistic state, which is really surprising.
What's even more surprising is that the green dragon just now was just an appearance, but this nine-tailed fox is very powerful and has already figured out the trick of imagining its soul in the illusion technique.
Now Jiang Yunchen was fighting not this monk, but a real nine-tailed fox with the ability of an ancient ferocious beast.
Without giving him any more time to think, the nine-tailed fox had already charged towards him.
