In fact, many monks no longer want to fight, and just want to wait out the last hour of their lives.
But as a song played, everything changed. This song was so passionate that it made people's inner fighting spirit uncontrollable.
Even though he knew he didn't want to fight, he still fought with others.
"It's that Jiang Pingan! It was Jiang Pingan who influenced everyone by playing the piano!"
The disciples of the Discipline Department took the opportunity to point the finger at Jiang Pingan, hoping that everyone would deal with him together.
However, just as the disciple finished shouting, a fist hit him hard, almost exploding him and causing him to vomit blood.
"Why are you hitting me! Both of us are from the Discipline Department!"
The monk who was knocked away yelled at the monk who was attacking behind him.
The sneak attacker looked embarrassed and confused, "Yes...I'm sorry, I don't know how it happened. I was in a daze just now and then I attacked you. I promise that such an accident will not happen again..."
As he was explaining, the monk he had knocked away suddenly flew over and punched him in the face, knocking him away and almost knocking his jaw off.
"I didn't mean it. I was in a daze for some reason and then I attacked you..."
"Fart! You clearly want revenge! Watch your moves!"
Two monks from the Department of Discipline started fighting.
In fact, neither of them lied, they really didn't mean it.
The initiator of all this is Jiang Pingan.
He integrated spiritual power into the sound of the piano, which had an impact on people's emotions and behaviors.
It can even control people's behavior.
Of course, it is not possible to completely control others. This control has certain limitations. If it is just a simple punch, it can be controlled, but if the person is allowed to commit suicide, it will be noticed immediately, and the control will fail.
Jiang Ping comforted Qin, and the passionate music echoed on the battlefield. A group of monks fought passionately, accelerating the elimination rate.
The monks watching the battle also became enthusiastic.
"Shen Tuyi! Come on!"
"Senior sister Ran Hongchen! We must win the championship!"
"Kill You Qianqiu and take away his points!"
Just as most monks expected, the three people with the most points are these three super geniuses.
The three of them are as bright as the sun. The points above their heads have exceeded 100,000 and are still increasing rapidly.
Now every time you kill someone, you can gain thousands or even tens of thousands of points.
In the main hall of Dengxian Pavilion, the Great Elder You Xiu smiled helplessly, "Although my son's talent is good, the other two geniuses are not bad either. It seems that it will be difficult to win the championship."
Pavilion Master Russell nodded, "This generation of geniuses are all pretty good."
She turned to look at Qian Huanrou, "Unfortunately, my disciple is overage. If he enters the competition according to his realm, my disciple will definitely get a good ranking."
Russell is very confident in Qian Huanrou's "self-created" system.
"Xiaorou, from your perspective, which one of these three geniuses has a greater chance of winning the championship?" Russell asked leisurely.
Qian Huanrou was silent, not knowing how to answer.
Russell smiled and said: "Don't worry and say it boldly, Elder You won't care."
She thought Qian Huanrou was worried about offending the great elder You Xiu, so she didn't dare to say anything.
Qian Huanrou shook his head and said, "This disciple is not worried about this, but believes that the final winner is not among these three people."
A look of surprise appeared on Russell's face, "Not among these three? Then who do you think will win? Don't you think your fellow Taoist Jiang Ping'an will win?"
Qian Huanrou nodded seriously: "This is what my disciple means."
"Hahaha~"
Russell and the surrounding senior officials laughed.
This girl seems to admire Jiang Ping'an, and she can even say such things.
Jiang Ping'an's performance is indeed eye-catching, but there is obviously a gap between him and several other geniuses.
Not even as good as those ordinary monks in the integration stage.
Now Jiang Ping'an can only play the piano and protect himself through mental power. He is unable to fight everywhere like those three people.
Russell didn't want to attack his disciple, and said tactfully: "If Jiang Ping'an was not seriously injured, he might still have a chance, but it is almost impossible to win the championship now."
In fact, Russell believes that even if Jiang Ping'an is not injured, he still has no chance to win the championship. This is just to comfort Qian Huanrou.
Qian Huanrou didn't say much, she knew what she said, and the master didn't believe it either.
Qian Huanrou herself doesn't know how Jiang Pingan can win the championship, but she has full confidence in Jiang Pingan.
The battle became more and more intense, and in just half an hour, there were already less than a thousand people on the field.
The previous battles in the Immortal Pavilion were not so miserable until the end.
It's all because of someone's music that makes everyone excited and fighting desperately.
Jiang Pingan was playing the piano when he suddenly felt a strong threat.
Looking up, a woman in a purple dress locked eyes with him.
The number above her head has exceeded 150,000, and the light is brighter than the sun, extremely dazzling.
This person is one of the favorites to win the championship this time.
Jiang Ping'an had noticed the other party just now. This woman had a kind of innate magical power called [Mirror Image].
Supernatural power is the name for top-level magic, and this person's talent belongs to magical power!
Others can only master magical powers through practice. She mastered a magical power as soon as she was born.
Jiang Ping'an was very curious about what kind of power this was.
Ran Hongchen raised his white jade hand and flicked it lightly, and something similar to a mirror appeared in front of him.
Just when Jiang Ping'an thought he was about to be pulled into the so-called mirror space, cracks suddenly appeared in the mirror in front of Ran Hongchen.
Ran Hongchen's pupils shrank suddenly, he looked at Jiang Ping'an in disbelief, and then he immediately put away the mirror and left quickly.
Jiang Pingan looked confused, what is this woman doing? Why not drag him in?
Ran Hongchen quickly moved away from Jiang Ping'an, and a turmoil arose in his heart.
Her mirror power has two abilities, one is to pull people into the mirror, and the other is to copy other people's images for her own use.
She actually wanted to copy Jiang Ping'an's image just now and use his mental power to help fight.
However, Ran Hongchen was shocked to find that in just a few breaths, less than half of the energy in his body was drained, and the mirror even cracked!
Even those who are strong in the middle and late stages of copying and combining are unlikely to encounter this situation!
There is definitely a very special power hidden in this man!
Ran Hongchen decisively stopped fighting Jiang Ping'an and quickly stayed away.
Jiang Ping'an felt disappointed. He also wanted to see this talented person, but he didn't expect the other party to leave.
Let's proceed as planned.
Top-notch magical arts were flying all over the sky, and each monk turned into a monk of light. Everyone showed their magical powers, and there were fewer and fewer monks in the Void Refining Stage.
"Dong~"
I don’t know how long the fight lasted, but a bell rang.
The monks on the field felt relieved, paused the fighting, and took a deep breath.
It was finally over. This battle in the Immortal Pavilion was too tiring. In the end, there were only a few hundred people left.
This may be the most intense battle in the Immortal Pavilion in a century.
"The battle of Immortal Pavilion ends here."
The familiar voice of the Pavilion Master sounded.
"Everyone but the winner exits."
Everyone looked at You Qianqiu, who was covered in blood.
The number above his head is the highest, two hundred and thirty-four thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven.
No doubt first.
