To Su Poman's ears, this was just like the principal's speech at the opening ceremony. It was long and boring. He just listened for a while and felt trapped, as if he had returned to the classroom.
Fortunately, the old man with the white beard did not delay too much. After a speech, he returned to the main seat and closed his eyes to rest.
Under the stone platform, the drawing of lots continues!
In front of Ling Xingxue and the two of them, there were male monks looking back frequently with surprise and shyness in their eyes. No matter how thick the skin was, it was difficult for them to last two breaths under her autumn eyes. Most of them were calming down with shame and anger. After getting emotional, they mustered up the courage to "look back and look at the moon". This kind of behavior also made some "serious people" disdain, but when they turned around, they said it was so sweet, and they all joined the ranks of looking back.
Ling Xingxue had a cold expression, neither happy nor sad, but the more she looked like this, the more she aroused the desire to conquer in the man's heart.
Let me ask you, what man doesn’t want to conquer an iceberg beauty and want to see her other hot and graceful appearance under his body?
"Junior brother Su, those men are so annoying. They always look at me. Come behind me!" Ling Xingxue directly sent a voice message to Su Poman, her tone full of distress.
Su Poman nodded and walked around behind her. Then, Ling Xingxue slowly turned around and looked at Su Poman, leaving only a beautiful back view of the male in front of her.
The "Looking Back" people in the front team all showed regret, and they were even more jealous of Su Poman.
[Where did this boy come from, eating alone! 】
[So angry, the beauty turned around...]
[This back view is not bad. Take a good look at it and remember it. You must try it when you get back! 】
…
Seeing this, Su Poman couldn't help but said: "Senior Sister Ling, if you don't want to attract too much attention, you can try a 'veil and bamboo hat', it should be more useful than your veil!"
"What a great idea, I'll go to Qianzhifang when I have time!" Ling Xingxue's beautiful eyes lit up, and she secretly made up her mind that she must go to Qianzhifang in Shanxiafang City after today's martial arts competition.
The team in front moved quickly, and not long after, it was Su Poman's turn. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and took out a jade plaque the size of a baby's palm. The number engraved on it was 492, which was also the number 492. That is, his opponent's number is one hundred and nine.
Not long after, everyone had finished drawing lots, and a group of deacon disciples came forward and began to shout and gather the monks who had drawn lots to each arena.
"Numbers 1 to 100 and 501 to 600 will follow me to the first arena!"
"Numbers 101 to 200 and 401 to 500 will go down to the second arena to prepare!"
"Two hundred one to three hundred... and three hundred one to four hundred fellow Taoists, follow me to the third arena!"
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Su Poman was in the second arena, while Ling Xingxue was number 276 and was assigned to the third arena so that the two would not meet in the first round of the competition.
Above the three arenas, there is a foundation-building monk standing on each of them. They are responsible for acting as referees and taking action to save lives in time to prevent disciples from being accidentally killed during the martial arts competition. In previous martial arts competitions, there have been only a handful of cases where disciples have died in martial arts competitions, but there have been quite a few instances where students were missing arms or legs, or were even seriously injured and on the verge of death. As long as one party does not admit defeat, the duel will continue until one party completely loses its fighting power or is forcibly terminated by the referee.
The three arenas were crowded with people, and everyone was looking up. At this time, there were six waiting monks standing on top. Some of them looked a little nervous because they were the first to appear, and their eyes wandered around. While walking, some looked calm, sizing up their opponents calmly, and silently formulating a fighting strategy in their hearts.
When the monks were in their seats, the long-haired old man who was originally responsible for drawing lots sang loudly: "The martial arts competition begins!"
Dang~~~
The sound of a gong spread in all directions, and everyone's spirits were lifted up with the sound of the gong.
On the second arena, a disciple of the Xi Tuo Sect in green clothes was standing. Opposite him was a monk of the Ghost Spirit Sect wearing a black robe.
The elder referee was a black and thin old man, exuding the spiritual pressure of the foundation building stage. His royal weapon was suspended in the center of the arena, and he chanted loudly: "No. 101, Xituomen, Zongbeihuai, Against...No. 500, Ghost Spirit Sect, Meng Hetang! Are you two ready?"
Zong Beihuai and Meng Hetang nodded together, looked at their opponents cautiously, and quickly distanced themselves.
Both of them are Dharma practitioners!
"start!"
The thin black old man shouted loudly, and the spiritual pressure on his body suddenly disappeared. Everyone in the audience looked up and watched.
Su Poman scanned his consciousness and found that the cultivation levels of the two were about the same. They were both at the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage, but the aura of Zong Beihuai from Xituo Sect was obviously stronger.
In the arena, the two of them took their own corner, muttered words and began to use their methods.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Two protective spirit shields lit up one after another.
Zong Beihuai's spirit shield was dark green, as if it contained deadly poisonous gas, and light green gas remained in the air during his movements.
On the other hand, the spirit shield on Meng Hetang's body was gray and ghostly, and seemed to contain some yin energy, but it did not give people a troublesome feeling.
call out! call out! call out!
Zong Beihuai was the first to attack, throwing three cyan beads at Meng Hetang one after another. The beads turned into afterimages and flew away in the shape of the word "PIN".
Sa~
A ghost howl came.
Not to be outdone, Meng Hetang took out a white paper umbrella, inside which floated a sharp ghost with a long tongue and huge eyes, which seemed to have the effect of seizing souls.
Li Gui's tongue stretched out like a spring, stretching dozens of feet away, directly blocking the three beads.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The green ball exploded instantly. Strangely, it did not produce any power, but three large groups of green and blue mist appeared in the field. Most of the area in the arena was covered by it. Meng Hetang lost sight of his opponent and could only Let Li Gui attack the enemy on his own.
"Hmph, how dare you be so arrogant as a little devil!" Zong Beihuai smiled coldly. His body was glowing with green light. It was obvious that he had used the 'Light Body Technique'. He jumped up and avoided the attack of the long tongue, and then muttered something in his mouth. , the fingers pinched the magic formula like a butterfly piercing a flower.
"Mist killing technique, Ji!"
A ray of light and shadow shot out of his hand and instantly shot into the large group of blue mist.
Phew~~~
The mist seemed to come alive, churning violently like boiling hot water, and finally formed into a huge and ferocious one-horned dragon.
"Suffer death!"
Zong Beihuai's consciousness locked on Meng Hetang's position with a confident look on his face.
The blue misty dragon let out a silent roar, flipped its body in the air, and with invisible power, rushed straight towards Meng Hetang to devour him.
"What a powerful spell!"
"This person is really smart. He actually thought of using the Blue Mist Poison Ball to perform the 'Mist Kill' technique. In this way, its power is greatly increased!"
"Is the boy from the Ghost Spirit Sect going to die? Faced with such an overwhelming fog killing technique, even if the realm is higher, there is probably nothing we can do, and the cloud poisonous gas emitted by the blue mist poisonous ball is still highly toxic. , can corrode the shield..."
"Haha, don't talk nonsense, wait and see, my Junior Brother Meng doesn't just have these methods!"
"Just keep your tongue, let's see, that guy from Guilingmen won't be able to do it later!"
"You are looking for death. You dare to belittle me, a member of the Ghost Spirit Sect, in front of me. Are you tired of living?"
"You two, calm down, there are so many elders watching from above, no one will get any good juice if we cause trouble!"
"Hmph, just wait and see, I, Junior Brother Meng, will slap you in the face. I hope you can still be so tough-mouthed!"
"Haha~ I'm not only tough on words, your grandma also said that I'm hard down there, hahaha..."
"Looking for death, what is your number? Just wait. If you meet me, I will definitely make you look good!"
"Are you afraid? I am No. 439!"
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Just as the conflict in the audience was about to escalate, the thin, black old man in mid-air glanced sideways this way, and then said calmly: "Please calm down for me!"
At this point, the conflict between the two did not completely break out. They just glared at each other and were pulled aside by their fellow disciples.
Meng Hetang dodged one after another in the field, but the dragon formed by the poisonous mist was too big and was accidentally caught several times. However, the offensive ability of the mist killing technique was limited and was blocked by the protective spirit shield on his body. .
But at this time, everyone could see that Meng Hetang's situation was not very good. The blue poisonous gas was constantly eroding his protective shield, and the long-tongued ghost was desperately entangled with Zong Beihuai, but he was beaten back steadily.
There was no trace of panic on Meng Hetang's stern face. A cold look flashed in his eyes. He patted the ghost bag, and a beautiful female ghost with scantily clad clothes floated out of it. She had fair skin, a straight figure, and her important parts were obscured. The ghostly aura was shrouded in it, but other places were exposed, making everyone present couldn't help but breathe heavier.
"Ah~~~"
The beautiful female ghost moaned coquettishly, like a bed talk, seducing people's soul.
Many males under the arena couldn't help but tremble.
"This is so damn deadly!"
"The Ghost Spirit Sect actually has such benefits...Is it too late to judge the sect now?"
"I'll give it a fuck. This female ghost is so charming and charming. I'm willing to let her suck all my manhood dry!"
"Death under the peonies, it's cool to be a ghost!"
"Haha, your cultivation level is still too low, and you haven't practiced the spiritual eye technique. I just used the spiritual eye technique of the Xiaocheng realm to take a look. The female ghost is not as beautiful as what you see with your naked eyes... Tsk, tsk, that maggot. Oh, it’s all coming out of the eye sockets!”
"Go, go, don't interrupt this beautiful moment. Illusion is also beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's great to just enjoy the fantasy. You're going too far by using spiritual eyes to see it!"
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The moment Su Poman saw the female ghost, he suddenly recalled the question Ling Xingxue asked him, and now he suddenly understood the weird look in her eyes at that time.
Under the spiritual eye, the appearance of the beautiful female ghost was indeed a bit horrible, even disgusting.
"Langjun~~"
With a charming cry, the beautiful female ghost joined the battlefield.
Meng Hetang took out several spiritual talismans one after another, forming a thick protective shield that could withstand the attack of the blue dragon. Then he muttered something in his mouth, as if he was casting some spell.
On the other side, Zong Beihuai was forced into a corner by two fierce ghosts. Although he was an elite disciple of the Xituomen, his cultivation was mostly in poison skills. It was extremely difficult to deal with this ghost. He made a whistling sound in his mouth, and his ears The two green pendants suddenly came to life, turning into two green shadows like bamboo chopsticks and flying towards Meng Hetang, trying to interrupt his spell-casting rhythm.
Every time the beautiful female ghost's eyes shine, it will make Zong Beihuai's mind go into a trance. He bites the tip of his tongue fiercely to stay awake, and then puts a jade-colored hand into the cloth bag at his waist and takes out A handful of fiery red fine sand.
"In order to deal with you Ghost Spirit Sect monks, I have spent a lot of money. This handful of Fire Poison Yang Sand is enough for you two ghosts to drink a pot!"
With a flick of his hand, the fine fiery red sand suddenly turned into red light all over the sky and shrouded the heads of the two fierce ghosts.
Hee hee hee…
"Ahhhh..."
Green smoke came out of the long-tongued ghost, and the light and fine sand seemed to have a blazing temperature, directly piercing its soul.
On the other hand, the beautiful female ghost was even more unbearable. Her skin was directly torn, revealing her ugly appearance. At the same time, she couldn't stop howling miserably. This was in sharp contrast to her original charming image, which shocked many monks in the audience. Call it 'heavy mouth'.
But at this moment, Meng Hetang used a magical weapon to knock down two winged flying snakes, and shouted loudly: "The ghosts and evil spirits merged, the yin and yang were judged, the Feng Si opened the way, the demon ghost's true form, Ji!"
A dharma seal emitting gray light descended from the clouds.
Woo~~~
The bodies of the two fierce ghosts suddenly swelled up, and then their bodies were connected together. The sexy ghost was on top, and the long-tongued ghost was on the bottom. The ghost energy on their bodies also grew like taking a big tonic.
"The devil eats the god!"
Meng Hetang's voice came again, and the huge ghost body suddenly opened its mouth, and its long tongue trembled in a wave shape.
"Ho~~~~"
The invisible roar formed circles of black light and hit Zong Beihuai directly. His body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes suddenly seemed to have lost their energy.
The fog killing technique seemed to have lost the control of his spiritual consciousness. The blue fog-like dragons in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing Meng Hetang's slightly embarrassed figure.
His lips were slightly purple, his breath was a little weak, and his spiritual power was almost gone. At this time, he was taking an antidote pill, and his spiritual power was slowly expelling the toxins from his body.
The black and thin old man slowly descended from the sky, looked at Zong Beihuai's condition, and then announced loudly, "In this battle, Meng Hetang will win in the Ghost Spirit Sect!"
He stretched out his hand to grab Zong Beihuai, who was photographed in front of him, and then a clear light hit his face.
"Well……"
Zong Beihuai woke up slowly, feeling as if his head had been hit by a sledgehammer and it was heavy.
"You were attacked by the spirit just now and fell into a state of confusion for a while. Go back and recuperate for a while!" The thin black old man said slowly.
Zong Beihuai's face looked a little ugly. The injury to his soul was not like other injuries. Although the injury did not look serious, without the help of the elixir, he would not be able to return to his full strength within a year and a half. He first saluted the black and thin old man and said respectfully: "Thank you, Elder Guan!"
"Well, let's go down!" Guan Yue said calmly.
Then, Zong Beihuai glanced at Meng Hetang fiercely, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into his mind.
Meng Hetang ignored Zong Beihuai's gaze. He bowed respectfully to the dark and thin old man with a smile on his face, and then jumped off the ring gracefully.
