"You go to the platform over there to compete. There is a formation there, so you are not afraid of the damage of the spell. As long as you can get the opponent's bamboo stick and hand it to me, you will win. I don't ask you what method or means you used. .Of course you can’t kill the other party.” The old man said unceremoniously.
"Yes, senior!" The two men saluted the old man and walked towards the looming open-air platform behind the hall.
As a result, after a burst of white light lit up on the platform, the two men disappeared.
But after a while, the two of them appeared tiredly on the platform again.
One of them excitedly handed the two bamboo sticks to the old man, while the other walked out of the hall sadly.
"No. 2" the old man shouted coldly.
Because the immortal cultivators at this stage of cultivation, their competition methods are relatively simple, nothing more than magic and physical skills. Since they cannot hurt lives, the winner or loser is decided very quickly.
There was even a pair of monks who had just entered with their front feet, and their back feet came out. Both the winner and the loser were smiling and extremely happy. This made Li Huanzhen look a little strange.
"No. 7"
A monk immediately stood up following the old man's voice, but the other one didn't come out for a long time.
"No. 7" the old man shouted again with a serious look on his face.
At this time, Li Huanzhen came out with a look of surprise on his face and apologized hastily:
"Senior! I'm really sorry. I just read the wrong number and thought I was number nine!"
The old man ignored what Li Huanzhen said and waved his hand impatiently. Li Huanzhen and the other person quickly walked towards the platform.
After the white light flashed, Li Huanzhen and the other party appeared in a white sky and earth, leaving a space dozens of feet wide in the middle, surrounded by white mist.
"Your Excellency's cultivation level is lower than mine. I don't think there is any need to fight any more. Fellow Taoist, just admit defeat! Otherwise, you might miss the next moment and seriously injure fellow Taoist!" The middle-aged monk opposite said to Li Huan with a confident look on his face. Zhen said.
Li Huanzhen looked at the "master" opposite him who was at the peak of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and chuckled when he saw his conceited expression.
"What's so funny? I just have compassion in my heart and don't want to hurt anyone!" The immortal master opposite saw Li Huanzhen's indifferent expression and couldn't help but get angry and pretended to be an "expert" more and more. .
"It's nothing! I just feel that this competition seems to be easier than I thought!" Li Huanzhen tapped the ground under his feet with his toes and said casually.
"What? How dare you look down on me like this!" The middle-aged monk's face turned red all of a sudden. When he raised his hand, there was something shiny in his hand. But before he could sacrifice the thing in his hand, he suddenly felt a figure in front of him. Ichika, then his eyes went black, and he fell limply to the ground, his identity unknown.
After a while, Li Huanzhen carried the unconscious middle-aged monk upside down and came out with a normal expression.
The other monks in the hall were shocked when they saw this scene.
Although the difference in cultivation between Li Huanzhen and his opponents was not very clear, judging from the sparse amount of Qi emerging around Li Huanzhen, they could still see clearly the outcome.
But it was Li Huanzhen who won, which was really unexpected.
But not all monks were extremely surprised. The old man, who had always had a sullen face, showed a very strange expression.
He gave Li Huanzhen a meaningful look. Although he didn't say anything, he seemed to know the story of Li Huanzhen's action.
Li Huanzhen smiled "hehe", calmly put two bamboo sticks in front of the old man, put his unconscious opponent on the ground, and returned to the winning monks.
The old man looked at the middle-aged monk at his feet who still didn't know who he was, and shook his head slightly, showing a hint of a smile.
The old man "No. 8" looked at the other ten monks who had not come on stage, coughed lightly, and said lightly:
"The challenges will begin in order of numbers. If you feel that you have suffered a serious loss of energy, you can take a rest first and wait for a while before challenging again. However, all challenges must be completed within today. Otherwise, it will be treated as an abstention. Furthermore, challengers are not allowed to challenge those who have already played against others. people. As for the extra number 11, they will challenge once among the ten winners in the end."
"Okay, let's get started!"
Seeing that the old man had finished speaking, the number one monk couldn't wait to choose an opponent who seemed to have the lowest cultivation level among the ten monks. They entered the platform together.
The opponent being challenged only had a sixth-level cultivation, but he was a seventh-level monk. It seemed that he had a good chance of winning!
But after a cup of tea. The first to step out of the white light was the sixth-level monk. As for the No. 1 monk, he came out later with bruises all over his body.
He looked ashamed and ran out of the hall without saying a word.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the other challengers changed. The monk returned to the group of ten people nonchalantly.
"Next!" the old man shouted without any surprise. It seems that the monk's victory is a matter of course!
"Senior, I haven't recovered my true energy now, please wait a moment!" The No. 2 monk said with a slightly red face.
The old man "No. 3" ignored whether this person really had not recovered his energy or was a little timid, and directly called the next number.
The next monk frowned slightly. Also avoided fighting.
And monk No. 4 below. But he really couldn't lose his temper and chose an opponent. Entered the platform.
result. The same scene happened again.
Looking at the seriously injured monk No. 4, the remaining challengers. Everyone showed surprise.
In this case, the two monks behind also delayed the opportunity to challenge. In their opinion, it is wiser to let others try it first.
"No. 7" The old man's expression changed for a moment before he slowly read Li Huanzhen's number.
Li Huanzhen walked out silently, stretched out his hand and pointed at an opponent with a sixth level of cultivation.
The monk was a strong man. Seeing that Li Huanzhen didn't back down and chose him, he smiled ferociously and strode towards the platform.
Li Huanzhen, on the other hand, walked slowly, as if thinking about countermeasures.
As the figures of the strong man and Li Huanzhen disappeared in the white light, everyone looked at the direction of the platform with concern.
The old man who was in the middle stage of the Human Sect Realm closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating.
But after a while, his face moved slightly, and then a hint of surprise appeared. He opened his eyes in surprise.
Then, a figure appeared on the platform in the white light.
The monks quickly looked around and saw that the man after the white light dissipated was actually Li Huanzhen. There were no injuries on his body, but one hand dragged his opponent, whose clothes were torn, and walked out leisurely, looking extremely relaxed.
