Qingyang Sect, on the Dharma Platform.
Zhou Tu looked at the wooden pick he drew in his hand. On the front of the wooden pick was engraved the word "seven", which refers to the seventh arena, and on the back was the number "thirty-four". This was his ranking number. After a meeting In the ring, No. 1 vs. No. 2, No. 3 vs. No. 4. He is No. 34, and his opponent is No. 33.
Holding the wooden pick, Zhou Tu came to the side of the seventh arena.
At this time, the nine deacons were already standing on the nine stages. The deacon on the seventh stage was named Bai. He was a tall and thin man in his forties or fifties. Zhou Tu had only seen him once in the Deacon Hall. I am very unfamiliar with this white butler.
"Come up, the two people who drew numbers 1 and 2!" Butler Bai said immediately.
Soon, two people from the crowd stepped onto the ring.
The man who was drawn No. 1 had a strong physique, well-developed muscles, and was about the same height as Butler Bai. The man drawn No. 2 was plain-looking and ordinary in all aspects, but Zhou Tu noticed that the aura in the latter was , is stronger than the former, and in monk fighting, regardless of physical appearance, as expected, the person drawn No. 2 will be more powerful than No. 1...
Immediately afterwards, Bai Zhi checked the wooden lots drawn by the two people in advance to confirm that there were no errors, and then asked the two people to show their jade talismans to verify their identities.
After everything was confirmed to be correct, Butler Bai retreated to the edge of the ring and shouted: "Start!"
Both sides immediately condensed their spells, using wind blade techniques!
Swish, swish... boom, boom, boom...
The two used wind blade techniques to fight each other, and the broken wind blades turned into strong winds and blew around the ring!
However, the people watching under the ring were all monks, so the strong wind had no effect on them at all. Everyone was staring at the two people on the field, not wanting to miss any details.
Boom boom boom...
The two only used the Wind Blade Technique to attack each other without any changes. After a while, the person who drew number 1 was exhausted of his spiritual energy and could no longer use the Wind Blade Technique. Then he pulled out his long sword and rushed towards his opponent. passed.
boom!
The next moment, No. 2 punches No. 1 away! His cultivation level is deeper than that of the opponent. Although there is not much spiritual energy left at this moment, how can the opponent block his fist when the opponent's spiritual energy is exhausted?
Number 1 fell to the ground. He was seriously injured. Seeing Number 2 walking towards him, he knew he was no match, so he had to shout: "I surrender!"
"No. 2 wins!" Butler Bai announced immediately.
After the first fight ended and the two got off the ring, Butler Bai then shouted: "Next fight, No. 3 vs. No. 4!"
So, two more people stepped onto the ring...
Zhou Tu watched seven or eight battles in a row. They were all battles without any suspense. Basically, whoever had more spiritual energy would win! He doubted that he would be able to crush these opponents when he practiced Qi at the second level!
"These disciples who come on stage basically have no actual combat experience. They usually work hard and rarely take on sect tasks. Otherwise, their fighting skills cannot be so bad!" Zhou Tu thought to himself, and he looked at the people next to him. In the eighth arena, I found that the situation in the eighth arena was similar. Occasionally there would be one or two more powerful characters, but most of the disciples were just cultivators. When it came to real fighting, their strength might not be higher than that of monks at the second level of Qi training. powerful……
Zhou Tu suddenly understood why there were so many disciples of the third level of Qi training, but he rarely encountered another reason... because there were only a very small number of disciples who really dared to take risks to take on tasks! Most of the disciples would just keep their heads down and practice hard! Although the cultivation speed is slower and the strength is not as good as that of disciples who often take on tasks, the advantage is that there is no danger...
After several more rounds of fighting, Butler Bai suddenly shouted: "Next game, No. 33 vs. No. 34!"
Zhou Tu was refreshed and he finally arrived!
After walking into the ring, Zhou Tu saw that his opponent was a young man about the same age as himself. He had a lot of spiritual energy in his body. He should have been in the third level of Qi training for some time, but he didn't know his true strength?
"Start!" At this time, Butler Bai immediately shouted.
The young man immediately condensed the spell, and Zhou Tu stood still, quietly waiting for the other party to cast the spell.
Seeing that Zhou Tu didn't make any moves, the disciples watching the battle below were surprised.
"What is he doing? Do you want to abstain directly?"
"Isn't it because he didn't learn magic?"
"You shouldn't have learned any spells, so you should just rush forward! I think he can't even fight!"
"Alas! If only I could meet his opponent!"
At this time, the young man finally finished condensing the magic formula. Seeing that Zhou Tu didn't move, he suddenly felt happy and struck the cyan wind blade towards the opponent!
Whoosh!
The wind blade was very fast and shot in front of Zhou Tu in the blink of an eye!
It was only then that Zhou Tu stretched out his right hand and lightly slashed at the wind blade that was attacking him!
brush!
The next moment, the green wind blade was chopped into pieces by Zhou Tu's five fingers, turned into a strong wind, and blew towards both sides!
Seeing this scene, the young man's face suddenly changed. Even Butler Bai was slightly startled. He directly chopped the wind blade technique with his flesh and blood body. Even a disciple of the fourth level of inner qi training may not be able to do this! After so many battles today, No. 34 should be the strongest one!
After smashing the wind blade, Zhou Tu began to condense the magic formula. His speed of condensing the magic formula was several times faster than that of the boy. He couldn't even breathe. When the magic formula was completely condensed, a line about twice as big as the opponent appeared in front of him. The cyan wind blade!
"I, I admit defeat!" The young man said suddenly with a pale face. The difference in strength was too big. The opponent was obviously giving in to him just now, but even so, he still had no chance of winning! But now that the other party has officially taken action, he will definitely lose!
Whoosh!
boom!
The wind blade had already flown out, but was smashed into pieces by Zhou Tu's punch the next moment!
"Concession!" Zhou Tu immediately replied, his opponent was too weak, and he was worried that he would kill him if he made a move! Deliberately showing the strength to crush the opponent is to give the opponent a chance to admit defeat...
"Number 34 wins!" Deacon Bai announced immediately.
After getting off the ring, Zhou Tu didn't pay attention to the surprised looks around him. While he still had time, he went to other rings to check the situation...
On the high platform, Elder Miao stood with his hands behind his back, and Qin Tianxue stood next to him.
"Junior Brother Zhou's move is good. His control of the sword's intention is already very exquisite. Butler Bai may not have seen the sword's intention hidden in his hand." Qin Tianxue said immediately.
"It's really hard for anyone other than a swordsman to see the problem with that move just now." Elder Miao replied calmly, and then sighed: "It's a pity that he didn't want the two flying swords that actively recognized him as the master. , otherwise, let him participate in a gambling battle between our sect and the ancestor of Yinhuang, and with the power of the flying sword, it would be difficult for him to lose!"
"Junior Brother Zhou must have his own reasons for choosing this way, and isn't the one he is carrying now also a flying sword?" Qin Tianxue replied with a smile.
"That flying sword has no spirituality. With his current cultivation level, he can't use it! However, this is just a small thing. With your sword intention this time, you will definitely win the battle with Hou Qi! But I hope you Not only must we win, but it is best to kill that little devil Hou Qi on the spot!" Elder Miao said.
"Yes!" Qin Tianxue responded immediately.
"Ancestor Yinhuang's men secretly killed so many disciples of our Qingyang Sect using human skin and blood exchange techniques. He must pay the price! Hou Qi, this is just the beginning!"
