On the side of the ring, Zhongqin pierced the black shirt on the chest of his opponent with a sword. The man in black shirt hurriedly stepped back: "I surrender!"
The man in black shirt admitted defeat, but Glockenspiel did not show any signs of retreat, and continued to press forward with his long sword. The man in black shirt was retreating steadily, and a bright red color appeared on his chest.
The elder referee appeared between the two of them, flicked his sleeves and caused the carillon sword to change its direction, saying: "No. 1100, the Beishen Gang carillon wins!"
The barrier spreads.
"Tch." Zhongqin turned around disdainfully and looked at Zuo Yi on the other stage. Then he looked at Luonan, who exuded a certain temperament. He frowned and walked off the stage.
As soon as the result of the competition between Zuo Yi and Luo Nan was announced, the people in the ring left disappointed. I thought I could understand the strength of the two, but the competition ended with an unexpected result before both sides took action. I'm sorry I came so early...
Xie Wule was waiting aside. As soon as Zuo Yi and Luonan came out, they stepped forward to congratulate them.
"Brother Xie and Miss Luonan have both obtained the qualifications to enter the academy, I am the only one missing." Zuo Yi said with a smile.
"Zuo Yi, you will definitely be able to advance smoothly." Luonan took it for granted. Even though the opponent Zuo Yi would face next would be the top person in the gang, Luonan never thought that Zuo Yi would lose.
The three of them parted ways and went back to their houses.
Xie Wule recalled watching the battle in the Extraordinary Realm today, and sighed in his heart. Zhenqi's control was meticulous, and his methods were not comparable to those in the Jie Realm. His shots were so powerful that they needed to be surrounded by a barrier to avoid affecting outsiders. Jiejing is so weak in comparison.
Xie Wule put the long sword and wooden sword on the table, took off his clothes, and hung a ring on his chest.
Xie Wule stepped into the wooden barrel filled with hot water. The hot water flooded his throat. Xie Wule relaxed his whole body and let out a comfortable moan.
Suddenly an inexplicable emotion flowed through him, and Xie Wule immediately stood up from the barrel. The water droplets slid down along the muscle lines until half of them evaporated.
Xie Wule stepped out, changed his clothes, and crossed his legs on the bed, slowly filtering out the little Yang Qi at night and inhaling it into his body's Dantian.
How could I be so leisurely?
Only the underground Thirteen Gangs have such capable people, and there are many incarnations above them. This is just the gang members, and the elders are stronger than most of the gang members.
How powerful should the eight major sects in the world be? If I go to look for Liu Yucheng, what kind of state will I reach?
Three days later.
Xie Wule came to the East Competition Arena. Just like in the arena, the number of people was obviously much smaller than last time, but the noise was even louder. Looking around, I found that there were several more elders than usual in the venue, and Qing Chenfeng was among them.
Xie Wule waved to him and Qing Chenfeng nodded in response with a serious expression.
The competition was going on in the ring, and the quality of the duel was obviously higher. However, after seeing Xie Wule fighting in the transcendent realm, it was difficult to be interested again.
Instead, I was more interested in what other people in the audience were talking about. After all, on the way here, you can also see people from various gangs gathering in twos and threes to communicate.
Xie Wule moved forward to a group of people.
"I think your outfit is from the Mu Shen Gang. Do you have any gossip or exclusive talks?"
"Is that so? Although I am from the Mushen Gang, I don't have a very good relationship with Wang Fugui. I only have a nod with him. I don't know much."
Wang Fugui? Xie Wule remembered that this person was the one who used the wind attribute and had even competed with him. What's up with him?
"Oh, just tell me what you know. Anyway, it will definitely be more detailed than what we know."
"Yes, yes, no matter what, you are still in the same gang."
"Okay. I heard it, I heard it. Wang Fugui is usually a very good person in our gang. He has the rare wind energy and has good strength. He treats others peacefully and never causes trouble."
"I heard from several other friends who were close friends with him that he was very generous to his friends and never stingy. When his friends needed help, he thought he would help them. I never thought he would get grudges with others."
"Oh yo yo, what you have been saying for a long time is in vain! If he never caused trouble, who would come to take his life? This must be because Wang Fugui died, so everyone can remember him and say good things to him. !”
"Didn't I tell you that I don't know much? It's you who want me to tell you."
"We thought that you and Wang Fugui were in the same gang, so we knew more about it. At first, we thought it was because you didn't want to tell us!"
...
Today, while we were bickering, Xie Wule heard a ringing sound in his ears and didn't hear a word.
Wang Fugui is dead! And he was still killed!
That monster will have a few more elders.
"No. 543, Longhu Gang Xie Wule, are you here?"
"No. 543, Longhu Gang Xie Wule, are you here?"
"No. 543..."
"We're here, we're here." The elder's voice woke up Xie Wule. Xie Wule hurriedly jumped high from the crowd, landed on the ring, and said embarrassedly: "Elder, this brother, you have been waiting for a long time."
The elder nodded: "No. 543, Longhu Gang Xie Wule, duel, No. 544, Fengxue Gang Yang Zhicheng, the competition begins!"
"Brother Xie, do you need a rest?" Yang Zhicheng asked when seeing Xie Wule still looking distracted.
Xie Wule shook his head vigorously and expressed his apology with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Yang! I'm fine, let's start now."
Yang Zhicheng sneered inwardly, wouldn't he be a fool to come to the competition in this state? Fortunately, we were in a gang competition this time. If we were somewhere else, we wouldn’t have known how we died!
Let me educate you today so that you can remember it for a long time, lest you die somewhere else and become a lonely ghost!
Yang Zhicheng's body was filled with a fiery red fire like smoke, which was similar but different from Wu Shaoqiu's "Fire Cloud Jue". Yang Zhicheng's momentum did not increase so much, but it was still very comparable. Obviously it is another way to strengthen one's body.
Xie Wule held the long sword in his hand, his pupils still a little blurry. Faced with the rushing Yang Zhicheng, there was no reaction for a long time, until Yang Zhicheng's sword had arrived in front of him.
This move is a sure win! The moment Yang Zhicheng raised the corner of his mouth, he found that Xie Wule's pupils had returned to normal, and there was a strange look at the corner of his mouth.
Xie Wule gently activated the ecstasy spell hidden in his left hand.
When Xie Wule first heard the news of Wang Fugui's death, he was really shocked. His ugly face appeared like a ghost. Is it possible that no one related to him could escape the fate of a tragic death? But it only took a moment, and Xie Wule immediately walked out of the shadow of the past. Brother Zuo Yi, who he was friends with, and Miss Luonan were obviously fine, but it was just that he had received Gou Ba's psychological suggestion, so he took everything on himself. The one who caused these evil deeds was not himself, but Gou Ba!
At this time, Xie Wule heard the elder's call, and immediately jumped to the ring, raised his eyes to look at Yang Zhicheng on the opposite side, and the contempt that could not be hidden in the corner of his mouth was noticed by Xie Wule, so he remembered this.
Xie Wule jumped up to avoid Yang Zhicheng's attack and came behind him. Seeing Yang Zhicheng fighting fiercely with the illusion, he stabbed his right back shoulder with his sword.
"Bore!"
Yang Zhicheng suddenly turned around and slashed the long sword in Xie Wule's hand in half, looking at Xie Wule with teasing eyes. The moment Xie Wule activated the Ecstasy Curse, Yang Zhicheng realized something was wrong. The strengthening technique he used was called "Long Yan Heart Art", which not only strengthened his body, but also his spiritual consciousness. Yang Zhicheng's enhanced consciousness was almost the same as Xie Wule's, so naturally the ecstasy spell had no effect on him.
But seeing Xie Wule's happy expression after his plan succeeded, Yang Zhicheng took advantage of it. He wanted to see what Xie Wule's expression would be like after he failed!
Xie Wule's sword was broken into two pieces and he looked at Yang Zhicheng in disbelief. However, Yang Zhicheng did not attack him and was still swinging his sword randomly. Xie Wule jumped away immediately. If he hadn't pretended to be crazy and seduced others in the last competition, he would have been like Gaudi and attacked rashly again today. It's a pity that this is what's left from my own play.
Yang Zhicheng tilted his head, looked at Xie Wule on the other side of the ring, and grinned: "Brother Xie is so cautious. It seems that my worries before were overblown."
"No way, Mr. Xie is very grateful to Brother Yang for thinking about me." Xie Wule also smiled.
Yang Zhicheng stopped replying. He held the sword in his hand, and a red light lit up on the sword's spine, "Solar Eclipse"!
How is Xie Wule familiar with this move? But Yang Zhicheng's solar eclipse was different from what he had used before. As Yang Zhicheng waved the long sword in his hand, flames shot at him one after another. Xie Wule also used solar eclipse to resist the rising flames of the heat wave.
The two are facing each other, and although they use the same techniques, their moves are opposite, which can offset each other. At this moment, he seemed to understand why "Flower in the Mirror, Moon in the Water" Zhongqin could use the same moves to fight against his opponent.
Xie Wule broke the sword and dispersed a few flames before it turned red and soft, as if it had returned to the way the pig iron had just been softened in the furnace when it was cast.
Barely able to completely offset Yang Zhicheng's solar eclipse, the long sword was overwhelmed and turned into a puddle of molten iron.
Xie Wule didn't have time to sigh, Yang Zhicheng had already activated his movement technique "Quick Step" to kill him.
"Brother Xie is unarmed. If you don't admit defeat, be careful that the 'Red Rainbow Sword' in my hand has no eyes and will hurt you!" Yang Zhicheng shouted.
It turns out that the long sword in Yang Zhicheng's hand is not a mortal thing, but a low-grade mid-level spiritual weapon, so it can withstand Yang Zhicheng's true energy.
Xie Wule lowered his head and quickly glanced at the molten iron on the ground, and his true energy overflowed from his palms. Xie Wule moved his palms in front of his chest, and the molten iron floated up, turning into needles with two ends. Both palms were pushed forward violently, and iron needles were shot out like a rainstorm of pear blossoms towards the attacking Yang Zhicheng: "Brother Yang, don't worry, take it!"
Yang Zhicheng marveled at Xie Wule's active thinking in battle, as if he was born specifically to stand and practice.
Yang Zhicheng was amazed, quickly put away his steps, faced the iron needle, flipped the red rainbow sword sideways and back in his hand, and another flaming red energy burst out, melting all the iron needles into molten iron again.
Drops of iron dripped onto the ring, and Xie Wule pulled away the rope that bound the wooden sword on his back. The wooden sword slipped, and Xie Wule returned to hold it. With one kick, he rushed towards Yang Zhicheng quickly.
Yang Zhicheng waved the red rainbow sword in his hand to resist, but he was half a step too slow. The wooden sword thrust past the edge of the red rainbow sword and stopped five inches in front of his throat.
Xie Wule put away his sword and handed it over: "Brother Yang, I accept the concession!"
Yang Zhicheng smiled: "Thank you for showing mercy, brother. Yang is so convinced by the defeat!"
"No. 543, Longhu Gang Xie Wule won and advanced to the top five hundred!"
Yang Zhicheng returned to his residence and pulled out the Red Rainbow Sword. A conspicuous gap on the blade made him smile bitterly: "Fortunately, you can get a spiritual weapon when you enter the academy. Although it is low-grade nowadays, it is better than nothing. ."
"I really envy Xie Wule for his ability to adapt to changes in battle. I'm afraid I will never be able to impress him..."
ps: Let me tell you something interesting about the author and me when I was writing this novel.
First of all, there is the matter of the protagonist changing his name. In fact, I didn't think about changing the name at first. Later, as the plot developed, I wanted to highlight the influence of Uncle Wu on Xie Wule's transformation, so I thought of adding the character "武" to the protagonist's name. (You have to believe that I am definitely not the author. It was very difficult for me to code when I first started. I thought that the protagonist’s name would appear several times in a chapter. If the protagonist’s name has one more character, there might be more than ten more characters in the chapter. My code The word pressure will decrease or something...)
Hahahaha! !
