Mr. Zhong, a casual cultivator, in the Heavenly Realm, is kind to others, has an excellent reputation, and is a highly respected old man in Beihuang Prefecture.
The competitions between the four families over the years have all been hosted by Mr. Zhong!
"I am Zhong Miao. Thanks to the respect of the four of you, I am invited to be the witness again this year. It is getting late, so I won't say more nonsense. Now I will reiterate the rules of the competition over the years." Zhong Lao stood. In the ring, with a kind smile.
Soon, Mr. Zhong introduced the rules of the competition. In fact, the rules are very simple. The four companies have to compete with the other three companies, and each company is finally ranked according to the total number of wins.
However, there are clear restrictions on the order of appearance of each disciple of each family, and Tian Ji's horse racing-style order of appearance is not allowed to be opportunistic.
In fact, all four families know about the stronger and top disciples of each family, so they cannot be fooled.
In addition, the martial arts competition is to point to point, and no one is allowed to deliberately take lives, so as not to cause a major conflict among the four families.
During the competition, there are no restrictions and all means are available. First of all, in the first round, in order to make the competition fair, the four sect leaders came to the stage to draw lots.
Wuji Sect No. 1, Xingyue Sect No. 2, Xuanjian Sect No. 3, and Ice Soul Sect No. 4. In the first round, Wu Jizong faced off against Xingyue Sect.
In the second round, Xuanjian Sect faced off against Ice Soul Sect. As the sect masters and sect masters of the three sects returned to their seats, Mr. Zhong said loudly: "The first group of disciples competing between Wuji Sect and Xingyue Sect are here!" Two figures appeared on the ring almost at the same time.
Fu Nan, who ranked third in combat power among the Xingyue Sect disciples, and Ma He, who ranked third in Wuji Sect's combat power. Both of them were in the Supreme Realm, standing in the field, two feet apart, looking at each other from a distance.
Ma He carried a low-grade silver spear of king's rank in his hand. His body was upright and his face was stern. Fu Nan was using his bare hands and his hands behind his back, with a look of pride on his face.
"Start!" After finishing his words, Zhong Lao disappeared from the field. The next moment, Fu Nan punched out with his right hand behind his back.
A huge fist light rushed out from his right fist and rushed towards Ma He on the opposite side. When the fist light passed by, waves appeared in the space, just like throwing a stone into the calm lake water, creating circles of ripples.
The silver gun in Ma He's hand immediately stabbed him, and the gun hit Quan Mang. A bit of cold light appeared, and the tip of the silver spear pierced the fist light.
With a bang, the fist light exploded, and the fist power overflowed, sweeping across the ring. At the same time, Fu Nan had appeared in front of the spear, stretched out his left hand, and wanted to directly grasp the body of the spear and snatch it away.
Ma He was not willing to let him get his wish. He held the spear in his hand and was suddenly shocked. At this moment, Fu Nan's left hand had already grasped the gun body.
But then, he suddenly let go of his left hand and took a few steps back to the side. After Fu Nan stood still, he glanced at his left hand. The palm of his left hand had been cracked several times and blood was seeping out.
It was shattered by Ma He's sudden shock, which he did not expect.
"I underestimated you!" After Fu Nan said this, he touched the ground with his right foot and rushed towards Ma He. Seeing Fu Nan charging forward with great momentum, Ma He twisted the silver spear in his hand and immediately swept across the entire army and swept towards Fu Nan.
Fu Nan did not retreat but instead advanced. Unexpectedly, a low-grade king-level shield appeared in his hand, holding it in his hand and protecting it in front of him.
Boom! A dull sound like a drum sounded. The silver gun hit the shield directly. The next moment, the two of them took a few steps back to both sides at the same time.
After the two regained their balance, Fu Nan had a solemn look in his eyes. The two of them had fought against each other several times before, and each time he dominated Ma He, but today, twice, he didn't get any advantage at all.
Ma He, on the other hand, stood calmly and calmly, and the expression on his face remained calm without any change.
"Yes, this boy's strength has improved a lot in the past month. He has made great progress!" Mu Liushang said softly with a faint smile on his face.
Zhu Yun nodded,
"The last time he fought Liu Wei, he gained a lot and his fighting skills were greatly improved." Mu Liushang turned to look at Yan Ruyu,
"Xiaoyu, how about you let Liu Weichang come to our Wuji Sect to play in the future, and train these boys more!" Yan Ruyu smiled sweetly,
"As long as the master is not afraid of being laughed at by outsiders, he will definitely be willing to come!"
"It's okay, why should I care about other people's opinions? Besides, I think that after this competition, Liu Wei may become famous in Beihuang Prefecture. By then, outsiders will only think that I, Mu Liushang, have Eyesight!" Mu Liushang waved his hand with a smile.
"It is a blessing for all of us in Wuji Sect to have a master like Master in Wuji Sect!" Yan Ruyu said with a chuckle.
Mu Liushang laughed and said,
"You girl, how can you learn to flatter me? But I like to hear what you say, master!" Everyone in Wuji Sect laughed heartily.
Mu Liuzhang's status in the hearts of everyone in Wuji Sect is really very, very high. First, because Mu Liuzhang was kind and sincere in his treatment of others, and was highly respected by everyone in the sect.
Second, Mu Liuzhang has an extremely broad mind. He never pays attention to any formalism and does not care about the eyes of others.
For example, after the news about Wu Ji Zong's disciples being provoked by Liu Wei last time spread out, some people were watching Wu Ji Zong's jokes and said some sarcastic remarks behind their backs, but Mu Liushang didn't care at all. I think it's a good thing.
Because everyone in Wuji Sect is a little proud and complacent and too impetuous. And because Liu Wei came to challenge last time, since then, the disciples of Wuji Sect have become more practical and diligent.
...Everyone at the seats on the high platform of Xingyue Gate looked a bit unhappy. Especially the sect leader Li Shang and the holy son Jia Ruoguang.
From the perspective of the two of them, they have naturally seen some subsequent trends in this duel. If nothing unexpected happens, their Xingyue Sect disciple Fu Nan may be defeated.
The first defeat had never happened in Xingyue Gate for tens of thousands of years. Sure enough, in the subsequent battle between Fu Nan and Ma He, Fu Nan was suppressed by Ma He and retreated steadily.
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Nan accidentally shot his shield away from Ma He. Fu Nan was shocked and immediately jumped to catch the flying shield.
Ma He seized on this plan, jumped up, and struck Fu Nan with his spear in a downward motion.
Before Fu Nan could catch the shield, his body was already hit on the ring by Ma He. A very long gash opened in Fu Nan's back. Blood trickled down and her face turned pale.
When he fell to the ground, and when he was about to stand up, the tip of a silver gun was already pressed against his forehead.
Lost! Fu Nan looked up at Ma He, who was standing in front of him, with a look of reluctance and an extremely ugly look on his face.
He never expected that Ma He, who had been defeated by him countless times, would defeat him today.
"In the first game, Wuji Sect Ma He wins!" Mr. Zhong appeared on the field and announced loudly. Ma He put away his spear, bent down and stretched out his hand, trying to pull up Fu Nan. Fu Nan slapped Ma He's arm away, snorted coldly, stood up, picked up the shield, and jumped towards the Xingyue Gate on the high platform. Location.
Ma He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, bowed slightly to Mr. Zhong, touched the ground with his toes, and returned to Wu Jizong's position.
As the two left, the people watching immediately started talking.
"I didn't expect that Wu Jizong actually won the first competition. I really didn't expect it!"
"I really didn't expect that in so many years, Xingyue Sect would be defeated in the first round for the first time!"
"Could it be that Wu Jizong can take first place this year?"
"It's a bit confusing. The Holy Son of Xingyue Sect and the other one are both very strong!"...Fu Nan returned to the position of Xingyue Sect, lowered his head,
"Master, Holy Son, I'm sorry, I have embarrassed the sect!" The leader of the Xingyue Sect glanced at Fu Nan with a sullen expression, his eyes as sharp as a blade, but he did not reply.
"Go down and heal your wounds. If you lose another match, I will destroy you!" Saint Jia Ruoguang said with murderous intent in his eyes, saying in a hateful voice.
Fu Nan bowed to the two of them, silently retreated to the back, swallowed a healing pill, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to heal.
After Ma He returned to Wu Ji Zong's position, his expression remained calm and he did not show any excitement because of his victory over Fu Nan.
Although he won, it was not easy, he consumed a lot of energy, and his face was a little pale. With a smile on his face, Mu Liushang took out a pill and handed it to Ma He.
"Yes, we have made great progress. Keep up the good work and don't be proud!"
"Thank you, Sect Master!" Ma He saluted to Mu Liushang, took the elixir, swallowed it, and sat down in his seat.
On the Xuanjian Sect side, Chen Changsheng looked at Shao Hua.
"Are you sure you can defeat this Ma He?" Shao Hua smiled slightly.
"It should be a tough battle, but it's not a big problem!" Chen Changsheng nodded and said nothing more.
"Xingyue Sect, Wuji Sect, the next group comes on!" Mr. Zhong's voice sounded in the ring. Two figures swept towards the arena from the positions of Wuji Sect and Xingyue Sect respectively.
Entering the Xingyue Sect is Bi Haifan, who ranks second in combat power and is in the Supreme Realm. He has a slightly burly figure, a burning gaze, and is dressed in a purple robe. His whole body exudes a fierce aura.
Wu Jizong's opponent is Yin Yanlong, who ranks second in combat power and is at the supreme level. Yin Yanlong tied his long hair behind his back, holding a mid-grade king-level halberd in his hand, looking at Bi Haifan with a dull look.
"Start!" After Zhong Lao's voice sounded, he had already disappeared from the ring.
"Xingyue Fist!" Bi Haifan shouted and punched Yin Yanlong. Xingyue Fist, a boxing technique created by the founder of Xingyue Sect, is a core technique in Xingyue Sect and can only be learned by inner disciples.
As Bi Haifan punched out, stars and moon shadows were faintly visible in the light of the fist. The punch that Fu Nan punched before was also the Star-Moon Fist, but the intensity was much worse than that of Bi Haifan's punch, and there was no shadow of the stars or the moon in the fist light.
Yin Yanlong did not dare to be careless, and the halberd in his hand immediately struck with all his strength, hitting the fist light. There was a roar, the fist light shattered, and Yin Yanlong was shaken back.
When it retreats, the ring will tremble violently with every step it takes. Yin Yanlong just stabilized his figure, frowned slightly, and then thrust out a halberd.
