A lot of people came to the martial arts arena today. Most of them came to watch the fun.
On a stage in the martial arts arena, two outer disciples were fighting fiercely.
Throughout the whole process, swords, swords, shadows, flying swords were wreaking havoc, and auras were flying and spells were everywhere.
Guo Xun looked at the various dazzling spells and skills on the ring from a distance and was filled with envy.
Who doesn't want to be a strong person? Guo Xun was no exception. Those dazzling moves and dazzling spells made him greedy.
It's a pity that Guo Xun knows that he doesn't belong there. He is just an ordinary mortal and a little medicine boy now.
Guo Xun was walking and looking at it with some fascination. At this time, several outer disciples in their twenties came from behind Guo Xun.
One of them kicked Guo Xun away and cursed fiercely:
"Get out of the way! Little brat, stay out of the way."
"What are you looking at? This is what you can see! Get out of here."
The others echoed.
Guo Xun fell to the ground hard, and the wooden bucket in his hand fell out. The waste elixir inside was scattered all over the floor. Several outer disciples showed disgusted expressions.
Guo Xun turned to look at the few outer disciples behind him in dissatisfaction.
One of them saw that the handyman dared not be convinced, so he said jokingly:
"You're not convinced! A slave is a slave. It's better not to hang around in front of us for trash like you who can't cultivate. Otherwise, we don't know how we will die one day! Hahaha."
Although cultivators cannot take action against mortals, if they do it and no one knows about it, that is a completely different matter.
The speaker swaggered up to Guo Xun, stepped on Guo Xun's head, wrinkled his nose, and continued arrogantly:
"What's so stinky! Why don't you get up and get these stinky things away."
Then he kicked Guo Xun again, extremely arrogant.
Guo Xun grew up in a mountain village. He is straightforward and forthright, how could he endure such humiliation?
He struggled to stand up and yelled angrily:
"Why do you treat me like this! What's wrong with me being a mortal! Mortals are humans too."
When this outer disciple saw being talked back to by a handyman child, he felt ashamed, angry and surprised.
He looked at his companions around him and found that they were all looking at him with mocking eyes. He instantly became angry and cursed through gritted teeth:
"You bastard! You're looking for death! Let's see if I don't kill you today."
It has been two years since Huang Sunxiang advanced to the foundation building stage, and he is still in the second level of the foundation building stage and has been unable to break through to the third level.
His inability to break through in terms of strength troubles him, and he is now ranked below average in the outer wicket.
Therefore, he is often looked down upon by others. He has the lowest cultivation level among their group. Others look down on him in their hearts. He also knows this.
He had just been contradicted by a handyman, which made him feel ashamed and angry. He felt that others were laughing at him.
He couldn't beat him anyway, but he didn't expect that a handyman would dare to be so presumptuous. This was something he couldn't bear.
He also knew not to attack mortals, but he still punched Guo Xun in the chest.
Huang Sunxiang suddenly took action, and Guo Xun's pupils shrank as a punch was thrown at him, but then he realized that the man in front of him was punching very slowly, and he didn't know why he could see it clearly.
So Guo Xun was not to be outdone, and punched him forward with two punches.
The bloody scene that Huang Sunxiang and everyone thought did not appear, and Guo Xun was not knocked down with one punch. On the contrary, Huang Sunxiang heard a scream.
Huang Sunxiang's fist had become bloody and bloody at this time. He took a few steps back, holding his arms and screaming like a pig.
Huang Sunxiang looked at Guo Xun in horror. He couldn't believe that a mortal who had never practiced martial arts could beat him like this with one punch.
Several outer disciples around him couldn't believe what they were seeing. No matter how useless Huang Sunxiang was, he couldn't even beat an ordinary person!
Guo Xun's current cultivation level is equivalent to the third level of skin refining and flesh refining. Although he cannot release his true energy to control swords and objects, his physical strength is far better than that of a monk at the third level of foundation building.
Generally, a body-refining monk with the third level of skin-refining and flesh-refining can lift six hundred kilograms.
But Guo Xun has been nourished by the thunder bead since he was a child, and his strength is much greater than that of an ordinary body-refining monk with the third level of skin-refining and flesh-refining, so he now has about 800 kilograms of strength.
Huang Sunxiang was careless just now. Generally speaking, it is impossible for a skin-refining monk to defeat a foundation-building monk.
Even if the realm is higher than the opponent's, it won't work, because the body-refining monk's true energy cannot leave the body, but the qi-refining monk can. If the qi-refining monk uses true energy to attack the body-refining monk, the body-refining monk is no match at all.
To them, body-refining cultivators are just ordinary people with greater strength and thicker skin.
As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten. If you fight each other in hand-to-hand combat with Guo Xun and Huang Sunxiang, who only knows brute force, you will naturally suffer a big loss.
At this time, several other outer disciples reacted, and one of them shouted in surprise:
"There's something wrong with this kid! He's not an ordinary person!"
As he spoke, a short flying sword suddenly cut through the air and flew towards Guo Xun.
I saw a bright light passing through Xiao Feijian and arriving in front of Guo Xun in an instant.
Before Guo Xun could see clearly, Xiao Feijian stabbed directly into his chest, and Guo Xun fell heavily to the ground.
Others were shocked when they saw this scene. They quickly stepped forward to stop Huang Sunxiang and cursed in a panic:
"Are you going to kill us? Don't kill anyone."
Huang Sunxiang smiled cruelly and reluctantly said:
"Don't worry! I have my own sense of caution. He can't die. I avoided his vital points."
The surrounding outer disciples also noticed the situation here and gathered around.
They looked at the fallen Guo Xun and the injured Huang Sunxiang and didn't know what happened, but what surprised them was why a handyman had a small flying sword stuck in his chest.
Private fights outside the ring are prohibited within the sect, and everyone around them sympathizes with these two people.
They were talking quietly, because the people from the Outer Punishment Hall would be here soon.
"Now there's something good to watch."
"This handyman is miserable, alas!"
"What do you think the Punishment Hall will do to them two?"
"It goes without saying that they must have played 80 games each, hahaha!"
The place where Guo Xun fell just now was where the waste pills were scattered.
His palm just happened to press a waste pill, and a wave of heat suddenly poured into his palm. At the same time, the injury on his chest was slowly recovering.
The warm feeling kept him from feeling much pain.
Guo Xun was extremely surprised and raised his hand to look at the waste elixir that had turned into a pile of waste under his palm.
He secretly thought that he had actually absorbed this useless elixir!
Now was not the time to be surprised. Guo Xun sat up with difficulty and pulled out the small flying sword inserted in his chest. At this time, his chest was completely stained red with blood.
