Seeing this group of people, Xia Qing's slender eyebrows frowned slightly.
Sure enough, these guys came anyway.
Many geniuses who practice here are not qualified to practice permanently.
In order to encourage everyone to fight, the royal family allowed competitions and bets on training time.
No one wants to leave such a good place for training, so they will fight hard to get time for training.
These people especially like newcomers because they can earn a lot of practice time from such people.
Therefore, when they saw Jiang Pingan and Yunhuang, they immediately surrounded them.
"Don't say you don't dare? Are you so cowardly?" The young man in gorgeous clothes asked provocatively.
"It's so rubbish. I thought he was some kind of powerful person, but he turned out to be a coward."
The other fat monk's face was full of disdain, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage, and looked down upon him very much.
"People like them are trash, don't mind, don't challenge them." Another person mocked in a sinister way.
Hearing what they said, Yunhuang was a little angry.
However, she was not a fool and knew what their purpose was and ignored them.
Xia Qing glanced at Yunhuang and Jiang Ping'an with satisfaction. These two young men had relatively stable minds and would definitely not be fooled by such a low-level provocation.
Just as he was about to take the two of them away, Jiang Ping'an suddenly said, "Foundation-building monks, you can fight me."
Xia Qing: "..."
This kid is definitely rebellious. He will do whatever he is not allowed to do!
"You think you have a lot of time to practice, right?" Xia Qing raised her slender fingers and gave Jiang Ping'an a head.
Jiang Ping'an's eyes were calm and he said: "I want to see where the gap is between me and these talented people."
Jiang Pingan needs to find his own shortcomings in battle, so that he can be safer in the battle of life and death.
Sweat more now and bleed less in the future.
Xia Qing thought for a moment and nodded, "You only need to fight against the monks at the foundation-building stage. You are not allowed to challenge the monks at the golden elixir stage."
With Jiang Ping'an's current combat power, it shouldn't be a big problem against the foundation-building monks.
Jiang Ping'an looked at the monk in front of him, "Foundation-building monks, you can fight with me."
"Haha, I'll do it!"
A chubby monk shouted with excitement on his round face, "Do you dare to bet on thirty days of cultivation time?"
He saw that the jade slip on Jiang Ping'an's waist had three hundred and sixty days, and he would not be frightened by the thirty-day request.
"good."
Jiang Pingan agreed.
As he agreed to compete, a golden light suddenly appeared above the two of them, and the number "thirty" floated above their heads.
Above the sky, laws and runes flashed, and a competition stage appeared.
The two were teleported up.
Jiang Ping'an was a little surprised when he encountered this kind of thing for the first time.
This small world has its own rules.
You can see clearly through your right eye that the competition platform under your feet is a combination of runes and energy.
Everyone who was practicing in the training place cast their gazes when they saw the competition stage appearing in the sky.
"Is there anyone competing?"
"There must be someone challenging the newbie again. It's so pitiful. You lose your training time just after you come in."
"Hehe, I want to go over and have a good time, maybe I can earn some practice time."
Some monks with time limits came one after another to see if they could also compete with the newcomers.
They like to teach these newcomers the most.
These newcomers are arrogant and blind, thinking that they are powerful in the outside world and can dominate here.
They are arrogant and will use their training time to compete with them. In the end, they will be taught a lesson and realize the reality.
"Why is this newcomer just building a foundation? He looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old, and his level is so low."
Many monks were extremely disappointed when they saw Jiang Ping'an's cultivation.
The opponent's level is too low and there is no way to fight with him.
There are the fewest foundation-building monks here, only a dozen or so, dozens of golden elixirs, and hundreds of Nascent Souls.
On the competition stage, the little fat man looked at Jiang Ping'an and said with a smile: "If you attack first, if I do, I will be accused of bullying the newcomer."
"Um."
When Jiang Ping'an saw that the other party asked him to make the first move, he was not polite. He used Thunder Flash and instantly flashed in front of the other party. He punched the opponent in the stomach.
"Bang!"
The little fat man felt like he was about to vomit out the food he had eaten for lunch, and his body flew backwards and away from the competition venue.
After leaving the competition ground, the number "thirty" on the little fat monk's head disappeared, and the number on the jade slip around Jiang Ping'an's waist changed to three hundred and ninety.
The little fat man held his stomach in pain and looked at Jiang Ping'an in shock.
"What speed are you doing!"
He didn't react at all and was knocked out of the field. This person's speed was too fast.
"Next one." Jiang Ping'an said.
The people watching the show from a distance put away their contempt.
"What kind of magic does this newcomer cast? It's a bit fast."
"It has the aura of thunder and lightning, so it should be a thunder-attributed spell."
"This newcomer is not ordinary. It is difficult to practice the thunder attribute skills."
Everyone paid a little attention to Jiang Pingan.
However, many geniuses still look down on Jiang Ping'an. He is still building foundations at the age of sixteen or seventeen, which is very poor.
"You despicable villain! You are so strong and you attack first! I don't accept it! Challenge me again and continue to bet for thirty days!"
The little fat man's eyes were red. He was unwilling to lose the game and put his last training time on the line.
"good."
Jiang Ping'an looked at the red eyes of the other party and secretly warned himself that he could not bet on red eyes in the future, otherwise he would lose his cool.
As Jiang Pingan agreed to compete, the number "Thirty" appeared above the two people.
The little fat man returned to the field. This time he was no longer careless. A sword appeared in his hand, and the terrifying sword intent burst out from it. The light was bright and the law was triggered.
"Go to hell!"
The little fat man swung his sword with all his strength, and the sword energy shot straight into the starry sky.
This sword intention is not weaker than the sword that Ye Wuqing activated before, and is even much stronger than that.
Last time, Jiang Pingan used a sneak attack to prevent Ye Qingqing from succeeding.
Facing the attack this time, he didn't move at all, calmly watching the sword intent attack.
Just when the sword intention was fifty meters away from him, the high-speed flying sword intention suddenly slowed down and fell quickly.
When the sword intent came ten meters closer to Jiang Ping'an, it had already struck the ground.
"Bang!"
A deep gash appeared on the competition stage.
Jiang Pingan looked at the sword intent at his feet calmly.
Using all his strength to activate his gravity talent, he could only barely block the attack of the foundation-building genius.
It seems that the level of gravity talent is still far behind.
"You actually have such a strong gravity talent!"
When the little fat man saw that the sword intention was not on Jiang Ping'an, but fell to the ground, his face darkened, and he killed him as fast as he could with his sword.
Since long-distance attacks don't work, let's fight at close range!
Arriving near Jiangpingan, the little fat man obviously felt the gravity increase and his body became heavier.
"This kind of rubbish ability! You can't stop me!"
The little fat man rushed to Jiang Ping'an in an instant and swung his sword with all his strength.
"Bang!"
Jiang Ping'an kicked out, and the little fat man vomited blood, dropped the sword in his hand, and flew out of the competition ring upside down again.
Jiang Ping'an won another thirty days of training time.
"Ahem~"
The little fat man fell to the ground, holding his stomach and coughing violently.
He looked up at Jiang Pingan, his fat face full of disbelief and shock.
This man's strength is so great that he has no power to resist at all.
As a genius, he was defeated like garbage.
"Jiang Zhu is so rubbish, he was kicked out."
"It's really embarrassing to the Jiang family."
"Jiang Zhu is still too young. This newcomer is very calm and a veteran."
Seeing the little fat man defeated so simply, many people were embarrassed for him.
Only Xia Qing and Yunhuang knew that it was not Jiang Zhu who was weak, but Jiang Pingan who was too strong.
With Jiang Zhu's strength, he can be among the top three in the talent competition.
But his opponent was the genius who ranked first in the Genius Competition and killed the Sun God Body.
"I'll try!"
Another young man in blue clothes in the foundation building stage flew onto the competition stage.
