Just as Sun Xiaoyan shocked the audience, Lin Zhengli, who had woken up from a coma, was complaining quietly behind his brother.
"Why did you help me admit defeat? If you woke me up then, I might not be able to fight!"
"Then what?" Lin Zhengren didn't even look back.
"If it weren't for carelessness, how would Barbarian have any chance? Not to mention this guy from Maplewood City, he didn't even lay the foundation! I won't let him win the first place!"
"Even if you beat him, in terms of points, he is still the leader of the first year. This is meaningless. Besides..." The corner of Lin Zhengren's mouth twitched slightly, "What if you lose again?"
"How is that possible!" Lin Zhengli looked around, then lowered his voice and said unwillingly: "You don't believe me? Will I lose to him?"
"Who knows?" Lin Zhengren smiled lightly.
Lin Zhengli felt a kind of anger at being looked down upon, especially since he had indeed been knocked down and beaten violently in front of so many people before.
He was about to say something when Lin Zhengren suddenly turned around and grabbed him by the collar of his clothes.
"Remember! You have made enemies with your stupidity."
He lowered his voice and said: "If you are not completely sure, don't give the opportunity to defeat your enemy. He has not defeated any of you. His leader is far from perfect."
He released his hand, let go of his brother, and turned his head to watch the game. There was no trace of gloom on his elegant face.
"Don't fulfill him."
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In the rounds, Maplewood City had good luck, and there was no civil war in the first round.
Li Jianqiu had a bye, and Wang Changxiang and Sun Xiaoyan fought in the first game.
Neither side has any intention of changing the way they fight.
Sun Xiaoyan still rushed forward without thinking, and Wang Changxiang still started with fog.
"What the hell! It's fog again!"
"That's right! I can't see anything clearly!"
They couldn't see the game clearly, and the people watching didn't give the Wang family face.
But the audience's opinions are obviously not among Wang Changxiang's considerations.
Sun Xiaoyan bumped around in the fog, but all of them missed. After the Dao Jue was completed, the wind blew and the fog dispersed.
The gentle breath passed through the finger area and became violent in an instant, turning into a tornado. Roaring through the thick fog, it hit Sun Xiaoyan!
"Ah!" The little fat man roared angrily, like a pig's grunt, which had no deterrent effect.
But there is no doubt about his strength. He was still trying to rush forward despite the roaring tornado!
His clothes were torn by the wind, and his face turned red.
His feet gripped the ground firmly, but the floor tiles shattered one by one, and he stepped back step by step.
If you exit outside the line, you lose.
Sun Xiaoyan started to make the seal. It was extremely difficult for him to make the seal in such a tornado, but he still succeeded.
A stone wall appeared in front of him, but was blown apart in one breath.
The gravel hit Sun Xiaoyan's body, and he lost control completely. The whole person was swept up into the air and thrown out of the field.
Kunpi Gu's Taoist art is indeed a powerful defense. Even in such a powerful tornado, he still couldn't see any wounds on his body. There wasn't even a bruise when the gravel hit his body.
But he still lost.
Sun Xiaoyan's defense is almost unsolvable at this stage. If it were a real battle, Wang Changxiang might not be able to do anything against him. But this is a game, if you blow the whistle, you win.
Jiang Wang sighed lightly, because he suddenly realized that whether he was facing Wang Changxiang or Sun Xiaoyan, he seemed to have no good solution. The defense of the Four Spirits Body Refining is obviously not as good as Kunpigu. Although the Purple Qi Donglai sword technique is powerful, it will most likely not be able to break through the defense. If you have a good weapon, you might still have a chance. At present, he can't beat this little fat man.
As for Wang Changxiang, as soon as the breath tornado comes out, he has no choice but to run away.
That's a first-class Taoist technique! In the entire Maple City Taoist Academy, how many people can use it if you add all the teachings?
abnormal!
"Fengque." The old man with a hunchback spoke up again: "His Taoist true spirit should be Fengque, and he is naturally innately compatible with the power of wind. That's why he can use first-class Taoism beyond the ranks."
This was the first time Jiang Wang had heard of the Taoist True Spirit like Feng Que. In the Taoist Academy's lectures on Taoist knowledge, the instructors had only described the Earthworm True Spirit. Jiang Wang once thought that all Taoist true spirits were earthworms.
Knowledge often indicates strength.
Jiang Wang and the others looked at each other, and their attitude towards this wretched-looking old man became much more correct.
"I haven't asked yet. What's your surname, sir?" Huang Azhan coughed, his attitude was respectful and polite.
Probably because he resented his previous rudeness, the hunchbacked old man had a very bad attitude towards Huang Azhan. He snorted coldly and didn't respond.
"Yes, grandpa, what's your last name?" Jiang Anan suddenly turned around, with curiosity in his big eyes: "I can always see you, but I don't know what to call you."
"Gui!" As soon as the little girl Qingzhi next to her opened her mouth, the hunchbacked old man caught it with a bright smile: "My grandfather's surname is Gui, just call me Grandpa Gui."
"This noble surname is so elegant." Huang Azhan shook his head and began to taste it.
His subsequent flattery will be endless.
Even Jiang An'an and Qing Zhi quickly turned their heads and returned their gaze to the field.
The second round of fighting has begun.
Wang Changxiang versus Li Jianqiu.
Whether it is the ranking on the Daoxun list or the current combat effectiveness of the two people, Wang Changxiang has an overwhelming advantage. But for some reason, Jiang Wang always felt that Li Jianqiu was more than that.
"Senior Brother Wang, can we not use such a rogue Taoist technique as blowing the breath tornado?" Li Jianqiu discussed it before starting the battle.
Wang Changxiang had already restored his Dao Yuan reserves and had full energy at this time. He just smiled when he heard the sound: "Junior brother is joking."
Always gentle.
The magic in hand has been completed, and the fog has dispersed.
At this moment, Li Jianqiu opened his hands wide and a strong wind suddenly rose.
Class B low-grade Taoist skills, call the wind!
This is not the dark fog in Xiaolin Town, which can be blown away by ordinary wind.
After all, the fog is not some unsolvable Taoist magic. What is truly unsolvable is just the breath of the tornado. In the previous two battles, it was not that the opponents did not have the means to break through the fog, but they chose to defend themselves first, but they did not expect that they would be destroyed by one blow.
In the venue where the fog had dispersed, Wang Changxiang kept kneading his hands and said in a gentle voice: "Junior Brother Li was not interested in Fengxing Taoism before."
The world of Taoism is vast, miscellaneous is not as good as specialization, and knowledge is not as good as precision.
Li Jianqiu has finished his Taoist battle, and he shakes out two flaming swords with both hands. Pointing his toes, he strikes the sky like an eagle.
"I learned it from my senior brother!"
At this moment, he was in the air, his momentum was like a rainbow.
Wang Changxiang's expression remained unchanged and he put his hands together in front of his lips. The index finger and middle finger are connected, and the thumb, ring finger and tail finger are connected. In the triangle formed by the middle finger and ring finger, open your mouth and exhale.
Blow the breath tornado!
That wisp of breath turned into a tornado in an instant, and Li Jianqiu was already approaching. Without any help, he suddenly flipped several times in the air.
"Okay!" Huang Azhan suddenly clapped his hands and cheered!
Except for rare circumstances, it is almost impossible for humans to fly physically before the door to heaven and earth is opened. Li Jianqiu's floating ability was astonishing.
But everyone around him looked at Huang Azhan as if he were a fool. Huang Azhan clapped his hands a few times and shrank his head in frustration.
Because although Li Jianqiu's floating flip was amazing, it was almost equivalent to admitting defeat when he flipped off the court.
Li Jianqiu landed on the ground, dispersed his dual-wielding flaming swords, and said with a surprised look on his face: "Can you complete the Breathing Tornado so quickly?"
He couldn't help but be surprised. Any discerning cultivator present can see this. The only opportunity to defeat Li Jianqiu was before he finished blowing the breath tornado, but no one knew that he not only mastered a first-class Taoist skill, but also mastered it so skillfully and quickly that he could even shorten the time to perform the trick!
This also means that in the previous battles, he did not need such a long preparation time at all. The fog was just an insignificant layer of blindness, blocking the eyes of opponents like Li Jianqiu.
"Slow down, I feel something is going to happen." Wang Changxiang said with a gentle smile.
Li Jianqiu was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled with relief.
"I lost."
The leader of the three-year-old Three Cities Forum was decided. Wang Changxiang won both battles and returned home with great honors.
After this battle, Wang Changxiang got a new nickname, Wang Yichuan...
This means that no matter what opponent he encounters, he can blow it off. Of course, it also expresses that he only has the power of blowing.
In Huang Azhan's words, it is short but powerful.
The next battle between Li Jianqiu and Sun Xiaoyan could no longer affect the outcome, and their battle was also perfunctory.
Although it was still intense in the eyes of the onlookers, Li Jianqiu almost perfectly demonstrated the fierceness of the fire technique, and his skills were as fast as flying. Sun Xiaoyan also went on a rampage with Kunpi drum again. Before the close encounter, Li Jianqiu retreated from the line and admitted defeat again.
But in Jiang Wang's view, Li Jianqiu did not try his best. Because from the beginning to the end, the ancient sword at his waist had never been unsheathed.
Everyone exited to make way for the battle for the Taoist Academy's fifth-year student.
As a familiar junior brother, Jiang Wang naturally wanted to go up and comfort Li Jianqiu with a few words.
But Li Jianqiu spoke first: "I originally prepared a surprise, but I didn't expect there would be no chance to perform."
Jiang Wang knew that he was talking about the astonishing completion speed of Wang Changxiang's breath-blowing tornado.
"We just played against Sanshan City, why don't you give it a try, senior brother?"
Although the fight was dazzling just now, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Li Jianqiu had no intention of winning.
Li Jianqiu smiled solemnly: "Firstly, I may not be able to break through his defensive skills. Secondly, second and third are meaningless."
He turned and walked out.
"The game will start soon!" Jiang Wang reminded.
Li Jianqiu had already pressed his sword and moved away: "I won't watch anymore."
