Chaoxianfeng Square is bustling with activity.
After completing the first round of the competition, the number of people in the nine arenas changed from seventy-two to thirty-six. The inner sect disciples who were eliminated in the first round of competition began to talk about the nine arenas. The favorite to win in the ring.
Among them, Wu Tian in the No. 1 arena, Liu Huang in the No. 7 arena, and Zhao Li in the No. 8 arena all defeated their opponents with overwhelming strength. There is no doubt that they are the favorites to win this time.
As for Cen Yun, he was not famous in the sect, so he did not become the center of attention in the first round of competition, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.
The second round of competition soon began under the announcement of the elders of the palace examination.
Cen Yun walked onto the ring. His opponent was a young man named Anyang. This man was ordinary in appearance and had only the seventh level of Qi Refining. After the first round of the competition, his face was obviously pale. It seemed that he had spiritual power. Unfortunately, it has not recovered yet.
After Cen Yun and the disciple hugged each other's fists, he used the ink shadow to strike directly at the disciple's throat and go away.
When the disciple saw this, he hurriedly shouted to the audience: "Elder, I admit defeat!"
The elder of the palace test nodded. This choice was a wise move. After all, the gap between the cultivation base and spiritual weapons of the two sides was too big. If they had a head-on confrontation, they would definitely suffer losses. Not to mention that there would be a competition later, and said: "No. 69 Give up and number sixty-seven wins.”
Hearing this, Cen Yun took back Mo Ying, hugged the disciple with a fist, walked off the ring, and looked in the direction of the No. 1 ring.
On Arena No. 1, Wu Tian was in the second round of competition, but when he looked, Wu Tian's opponent had vomited blood and passed out on the ground. Apparently, just like his first opponent, Wu Tian had been defeated before he could admit defeat. The sky was severely damaged, putting all the opponents in Arena No. 1 in danger.
When the second round of competition was over, only Cen Yun and a strong man named Zhang Hong were left on stage nine.
This young man named Zhang Hong is at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He was able to cope with the first two competitions with ease. He even observed Cen Yun for a long time under the ring, cupped his fists and said, "I am Zhang Hong, a disciple of Elder Shi."
"Cen Yun, I have met Senior Brother Zhang." Cen Yun returned the greeting.
Zhang Hong said: "Don't think that I will be as kind as Junior Brother Chu. Your good luck ends here!"
After saying that, he took out a green flying sword, pinched the sword and flew straight towards Cen Yun, fighting with Mo Ying in mid-air.
"This is the second-level top-grade spiritual weapon Huaixie that Elder Shi personally forged for Senior Brother Zhang. It has the ability to absorb the opponent's spiritual power. In terms of power, it is no less powerful than Mo Ying. Look at how this kid can get away without the advantage of a spiritual weapon. !”
At this moment, a disciple under the ring who had just been defeated by Zhang Hong suddenly said, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Hearing this, Cen Yun looked at Mo Ying, who was fighting with the cyan flying sword in mid-air. Every time Mo Ying collided with it, the sword light dimmed a little. On the other hand, the cyan flying sword became more and more excited like a blood-devouring beast. , completely suppressing Mo Ying.
"This device has the effect of absorbing spiritual power. If I continue to be entangled, it will definitely be detrimental to me!"
After some thoughts in his mind, Cen Yun recalled Mo Ying, sent a spiritual power into it, and made him escape into the black air. At the same time, he threw out five spiritual talismans and built an earth wall around him to completely protect himself.
Zhang Hong smiled coldly and said, "Do you think I can't do anything to you if you just shrink in there and act like a turtle?"
After finishing speaking, Zhang Hong pointed at the green flying sword in mid-air. Countless green vines immediately appeared on the green flying sword, entangling the ink shadow in the black air, and even wrapping up the earthen wall where Cen Yun was, absorbing it from it. With a steady stream of spiritual power, he said: "Without Mo Ying, you would be nothing more than this."
As he said that, he increased the intensity of absorbing the earth wall, but he was completely unaware of a palm-sized golden qi sword, which suddenly emerged from the green vines of the earth wall and passed through the unsuspecting Zhang Hong's body like lightning. Then flew back again.
There was silence all over the ring.
Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he was fine, he took the lead to break the silence and said with a smile: "I thought you were going to play some trick. If you have nothing to do, why not surrender obediently and suffer less!"
"Oh, really?" Cen Yun's cold voice came from the wall.
A vein bulged in Zhang Hong's forehead. Just as he was about to increase the intensity of absorption, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen. He looked down with shock on his face. At some point, his abdomen had been stained red by a large amount of blood, and his spiritual power was uncontrollable. Released from Dantian, countless green vines and earthen walls transformed from the green flying sword collapsed, revealing Cen Yun's figure.
"You!" Zhang Hong turned pale and spat out a large mouthful of blood. He felt unbearable cramping in his abdomen, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.
Boom!
Almost at the same time, there was muffled thunder between heaven and earth, strong winds swept across, and an extremely angry voice came from the jade steps: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous intention swept through the sky and rushed straight from the jade steps.
Cen Yun was startled. He turned around and saw a red spiritual sword wrapped with red electricity. It was held directly between his eyebrows and was blocked by a black strange substance. It attracted the attention of everyone in the square. It was unclear what happened. What happened.
"Junior Brother Shi, I didn't expect that hundreds of years have passed and your character is still so impatient." On the jade steps, Elder Zhi Ming calmly took a sip of fragrant tea.
Shi He clenched his fists, his face was livid, and he yelled angrily: "Zhi Ming, your disciple is so vicious and useless. He has ruined his cultivation and is no different from an evil spirit. I am cleaning up the scourge for the sect!"
Elder Zhiming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said: "The rules of the palace examination are until one party admits defeat or is unable to fight anymore. My disciple has not violated the rules. If you say he is an evil spirit, then your disciple uses this spirit-absorbing Isn't the method of force also vicious? If my disciple doesn't fight back, I'm afraid it will be him who falls on the stage, not your disciple."
As soon as he finished speaking, the strange black substance resting on Cen Yun's eyebrows began to squirm, swallowing up the entire red spiritual sword.
With a snapping sound, the red spiritual sword turned into powder and scattered between the sky and the earth, while the black strange substance was put back into his sleeves and robes by Elder Zhiming, as if nothing had happened.
"you!"
Shi He was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he dared not say anything in anger. After all, the gap in cultivation between him and Elder Zhi Ming was evident in the confrontation just now. He alone would have no chance of winning, so he looked at the people around him. Huangfu Tu and Zhong Liqing had equally gloomy and ugly faces.
Although Zhong Liqing knows that the situation is serious, as the leader of the sect, he must weigh the interests of the sect. If Elder Zhi Ming and Elder Shi fall out on the spot, it will only explode the hundreds of years of grudges between the medicine garden and the sword pond, causing the scene to Unable to clean up.
After thinking again and again, Zhong Liqing said to Chang Ji: "Injuries are inevitable during the competition. As long as it doesn't hurt your life, it won't be a serious problem. You go down and take Master Zhang for treatment and do your best to protect his cultivation."
"Yes." Chang Ji responded, flew down the jade steps, and came to the No. 9 arena. He took out a pill and fed it to Zhang Hong. After drinking it, he ordered two law enforcement disciples to lift Zhang Hong down and signaled the imperial examination with his eyes. Elder.
The elder of the palace examination understood the idea and announced loudly: "No. 71 is unable to fight anymore, No. 67 wins!"
As soon as these words came out, Cen Yun, who was still in shock, finally came to his senses, secretly broke into a cold sweat, bowed to Elder Zhi Ming on the jade steps, and walked down the ring.
So far, the champions of the three competitions in the nine arenas have been decided, including Wu Tian, Zhang Kui, Dong He, Yin Qingchuan, Yang Kuang, Huang Susu, Liu Huang, Zhao Li and Cen Yun.
Among these nine people, Cen Yun was the most controversial because of the turmoil just now.
Especially the golden qi sword in one hand. I don't know what kind of weapon it is, but it can penetrate objects and destroy people's cultivation. It makes many people frightened.
Of course, some people think that it was Zhang Hong's carelessness that led to Cen Yun's successful sneak attack. Therefore, their views on him mostly remain at the level of relying on spiritual weapons to win without using force. They do not think that he can survive the next round of competition.
Chang Ji stood on the No. 1 ring and glanced at the nine people in front of him. They were all handsome and distinguished, and said: "I will preside over the next palace examination. According to the rules, Wu Tian, who won the No. 1 ring test, will be the first. Compete with Zhang Kui in Arena No. 2, and then compete in Arena No. 3 and Arena No. 4, and so on, until after winning the competition in Arena No. 7 and Arena No. 8, there will be an additional competition with Arena No. 9. Understand Yet?"
"yes."
Cen Yun and the other six people handed over their hands and walked down the ring. Looking at Wu Tian and Zhang Kui who were still on the ring, Chang Ji said: "If you are all ready, let the competition begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Tian waved his folding fan, and a hurricane swept towards Zhang Kui, who was like a giant.
Zhang Kui remained motionless, like a breeze passing through his body, without any effect. He clenched his fists and smashed towards Wu Tian.
bump!
With a loud bang, Zhang Kui's iron-like fists smashed a big hole into the ring.
Wu Tian flashed sideways, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said: "I didn't expect Feng Qishan to have such a body-building technique. The strength of this physical body is already comparable to the second-level top-grade spiritual weapon. Or should I say that this physical body is just Just a puppet..."
"Roar!" Before he finished speaking, Zhang Kui roared like a beast and rushed towards Wu Tian, with the anger in his eyes that could tear him to pieces.
"Did you guess it right..." Wu Tian snorted coldly, put away the folding fan and pointed forward.
"Wind spell."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hurricane barrier formed in front of him, blocking Zhang Kuisha's big iron fist, and then recited: "Fire Curse."
A ball of red flame rushed out from the tip of the fan, merged with the hurricane, and turned into a three-foot-high flame hurricane to trap Zhang Kui, causing all the disciples in the square to marvel.
"Senior Brother Wu's use of magic is really superb. How can Senior Brother Zhang resist this level?"
"Yes, this kind of magic has already surpassed the Qi refining stage. If I definitely can't hold on for two breaths, it seems that the outcome is determined. The leader of this palace test will undoubtedly be Senior Brother Wu!"
"No, look, Senior Brother Zhang hasn't fallen down yet, he seems to be able to move!"
At this moment, someone suddenly said something, and everyone turned their attention to the figures moving in the hurricane of flames on the ring. At first glance, they saw a red-burned iron arm protruding from the flames, and suddenly towards Wu Tian's Grab the head.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities." A trace of sneer appeared on Wu Tian's lips, and he did not dodge. He raised his right hand slightly and pointed forward.
"Water spell, blow it up for me!"
Boom!
As a light blue light emerged from the flame hurricane, the entire flame hurricane exploded violently.
Zhang Kui's giant body, which was burned red, flew out from the ring and rolled down under the jade steps.
Chang Ji shook his head and said: "Zhang Kui leaves the ring, Wu Tiansheng wins!"
