Looking at the competition on the three huge arenas in front of him, Qin Fengming was not interested. He had already experienced this kind of battle and competition countless times. 【Read full text】
I remember that in the Tianyan Mountains of the Yuanfeng Empire, he single-handedly defeated tens of thousands of demonic sect monks and stayed in the extremely dangerous and hot environment for ten years. The battles he had experienced were much more brutal than this time. The fight in front of me at this time seemed as lifeless as a fight between children.
There were sixty or seventy late-stage Ghost Commander and peak cultivators present, but there were only forty or fifty people who really wanted to compete.
But it would take at least a few days for these forty or fifty people to really all take the field to compete.
Although all the ghost-shuai monks have powerful natal magic weapons or secret techniques, it is not extremely easy to decide the winner in a short time.
Qin Fengming only watched a few competitions and then stood up. For him, staying here to watch such competitions was too much of a waste of time. He had no interest in sitting here for two days.
Although there were only eight competitions, one of the casual cultivators had already lost his left leg, and another old man named Ding from the cultivating immortal family was cut in half by his opponent and died an untimely death.
Faced with such a bloody scene, not only did everyone present not be shocked, but many people were eager to give it a try.
As soon as his body moved, he went straight to the No. 1 arena. Just as Qin Fengming stood up, two monks also stood up, also wanting to fly towards the No. 1 platform where the victory had just been decided. It's just that Qin Fengming's movement skills were faster than those two, so he took the lead.
At this time, on the first stage, a big man in red robe had just defeated the yellow monk who was the first to use the black flag on the stage. At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the ring recovering his magic power.
The fifty-year-old man with a sallow complexion defeated two late-stage ghost commander monks in a row. Although he was defeated this time, there was no trace of loss on his face. Instead, he flew back with a happy face. On the high platform.
"Fellow Taoist can restore his mana as much as possible. Fei can wait for fellow Taoist for half an hour."
Qin Fengming stepped onto the ring and looked at the man in red robe a hundred feet away, without showing any expression.
Seeing that Qin Fengming was only in the late stage of Ghost Commander, the big man in red robe, who was at the top of Ghost Commander, immediately showed contempt and said: "Humph, even if Pang only has half of his mana left, he can still defeat you. I advise you, if you don't want to If you die this time, it’s better to leave immediately. Otherwise, there’s no guarantee that Pang will be able to stop him once he takes action.”
Following the words, the big man in red robe stood up and stared at Qin Fengming with a pair of ring eyes, a fierce look on his face.
"Haha, since fellow Taoist is so confident, let's do it."
Qin Fengming didn't care about anything. Seeing that the other party was ready to fight immediately, he didn't say anything more. Following his words, a red light shot out, and in a flash, he was in front of the other party.
Although Qin Fengming had already suppressed his realm to the late stage of Ghost Commander at this time, this red sword magic weapon was a treasure with good speed. The monks present could hardly catch the trajectory of the magic weapon before they heard a scream.
"Ah!~~"
Amidst the screams of extreme horror, the big man in red stood on the spot in a daze, dragging a black magic weapon that he had not yet had time to sacrifice.
An inch away from his neck, a red dagger only about a foot long was suspended there. Under the flash of red light, it looked extremely scary.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Pang, you lose." Qin Fengming stood a hundred feet away with an extremely relaxed expression.
"You...you..." Feeling the coldness of the sword, it stopped at his neck. At this moment, the face of the big man named Pang turned purple. The opponent's magic weapon was too fast, and it was not afraid of the shield's obstruction. It was in front of him in almost a flash. Even the natal magic weapon could not be sacrificed.
He was really dissatisfied with being defeated at the opponent's hands in such a confused manner.
But at this moment, his life is in the hands of the other party. As long as the other party has a spiritual thought, his head will be separated. In such a situation, he still dares to say no.
Many monks present were not convinced by Qin Fengming's trickery. It was not too difficult to resist relying on a magic weapon that was good at sneak attacks. As long as a defensive magic weapon was used first, At that time, it will be difficult for the other party to make achievements.
With a chuckle, Qin Fengming waved his hand, and the red magic weapon flashed back under his sleeves and disappeared.
The big man surnamed Pang gave Qin Fengming a hard look and left the competition field reluctantly.
In this competition, the Baji Sect did not say that if it failed, it would not be allowed to compete again, so this big man still had a chance, but he could no longer challenge Qin Fengming immediately at this time.
"Hmph, it's nothing for me to win with a quick magic weapon. If you have the ability, try this method on me."
As the big man named Pang left the competition ground, a figure flashed, and a cold air suddenly swept towards Qin Fengming's body.
Standing on the spot, Qin Fengming showed no strange expression at all. He stared coldly at the old man in front of him, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
This old man is none other than one of the two Wusha Shuangjue who visited Yan Jing.
Listening to the cold voice of the old man in front of him, Qin Fengming couldn't help but frown slightly and looked at him, his expression returned to normal.
"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Helian. Fellow Taoist wants to weigh Fei. That's great. Fei also wants to see what the He family's two heroes can do to defeat a ghost king monk. But you are alone. It’s hard to be Fei’s opponent, so let’s let another fellow Taoist come on stage.” With Qin Fengming’s unscrupulous words, almost all the thousands of monks present heard them.
As soon as Old Man He came on stage, most of the monks watching the battle in the audience started to make a fuss.
The reputation of Wusha and Wusha has been resounding for decades. As long as there are some experienced monks, it can be said that no one knows their names. But the unknown yellow-faced middle-aged man in front of them actually said that he wanted to challenge the two of them. How could this not surprise everyone?
Even the people from the Baji Sect who were sitting on the main stage at this time also had looks of surprise in their eyes.
After the Baji Sect Master whispered to the old man named Wang, he moved his lips slightly and began to transmit the message.
"Master Yan, I don't know where this fellow Daoist Fei is from?"
At this time, Yan Jing was also very surprised. This ghostly handsome monk who appeared at the same time as his ancestor actually knew the reputation of the He family and dared to provoke the two of them in such a big way. This made him have to doubt his He is originally a person in the realm of ghost king.
Although he was suspicious, he was also a little unsure, because the senior Yan from the Baji Sect showed no abnormalities, which was enough to show that he did not find anything wrong with the monk surnamed Fei.
"Master Chong, this fellow Taoist Fei is only an elder of my Yan family, and I had a relationship with him once in Fangshi. He said that he is a local casual cultivator and rarely goes out. This time because of After seeing the announcement from your family, I asked the Yan family to recommend coming here."
