On the other side of the ring, no one came to the stage for a long time.
"On the three hundred and sixty-fourth, where is Pan Tianfeng in Xuanmiao Academy, if he doesn't enter the ring, he will be regarded as abstaining." After waiting for a while, Deacon Hua Jing's face sank, and he raised his voice and said loudly.
As soon as this remark came out, there was a whisper among the crowd watching.
"Don't hurry, my son is here." At this moment, a fat young man who appeared to be handsome and dressed in a silver brocade appeared on the ring in a flash.
As soon as this person stepped onto the ring, it caused a commotion in the audience.
"It is said that although this Pan Tianfeng is a cultivator in the late stage of the liquid condensate stage, his strength is not inferior to that of the cultivator of the crystal phase. I don't know if it is true or not."
"Xiongtai's statement is very bad. Although I don't know the true strength of this son, the Pan family is considered a big family with a face within the sect. It is said that Pan Tianfeng has a post-condensation repair at only 20 years old. For, most of the reason is that his family provides various precious distilling mana pills, which are forcibly promoted."
While there was a lot of discussion in the audience, Pan Tianfeng didn't even glance at Liu Ming on the opposite side. With a flick of his sleeve, a small black hammer was already in his hand, and he spoke with arrogance:
"In the Xuanmiao Academy, Pan Tianfeng, this junior doesn't need to report to his family anymore. Today, I will use a victory to slash the edge of my newly purchased spiritual tool."
Liu Ming didn't answer, but his pupils shrank and looked at the black light hammer in the young man's hand, and he was slightly startled.
This little hammer was surprisingly the thing he had sold for two million spirit stones in the Fang Market a few days ago, and the shopkeeper of that refining shop seemed to have the surname Pan.
Liu Ming quickly thought about it, then looked at Pan Tianfeng on the opposite side, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
Seeing this, Pan Tianfeng on the opposite side couldn't help being furious. He pinched the tactics with both hands and poured his whole body mana into the black small hammer violently. Then he shook his wrist and threw the small hammer up in the air.
Under the huge tremor of the black hammer, the black light suddenly flourished in the void, and it turned into a size of a meter in an instant, and the dense black runes on the surface suddenly flashed non-stop.
With bursts of violent spiritual power fluctuations surging around, the onlookers in other places were shocked, and they turned to look at the 9th ring for the first time.
On the high platform not far away, several True Pill Realm powerhouses seemed to have noticed the movement of the ninth arena, and cast their eyes on them.
As if he felt that he had become the focus of attention, Pan Tianfeng was happy in his heart.
After the black sledge hammer made a low noise, the black lines on the surface gradually became clear.
Liu Ming still stood there and didn't make a move, just staring at the air hammer with a smile.
This black hammer is a superb spiritual weapon with 30 levels of prohibition. Now it seems to have a shocking momentum, but Pan Tianfeng has only inspired more than 20 of them. Its thorough sacrifice is finished.
At this moment, Pan Tianfeng let out a low drink, jumped up in vain, grabbed the small hammer in the air, and waved it to the opposite side.
"Puff"!
A loud noise came from the surface of the ring, and a large group of black hammer shadows emerged and rolled towards Liu Ming.
In a flash of Liu Ming's figure, he appeared in the air more than ten feet high, easily avoiding the attack.
The black hammer shadow immediately hit the light curtain at the edge of the ring, and after a roar, it turned into a little black light and dissipated, but the positive film ban also trembled slightly, showing the power.
When many onlookers saw this, they were also shocked, looking at the black hammer, they felt greatly jealous.
Pan Tianfeng saw Liu Ming dodge the attack so easily, but his face was flushed.
Then he suddenly urged the law to make a decision and swung the giant hammer once again. With a flash of black aura, he immediately swept out a dozen shadows of the hammer in one breath.
Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and after a few blurs, he appeared in the corner of the ring, causing all his attacks to fail again.
After three or four attacks like this, Pan Tianfeng was already a little pale and panting, and Liu Ming didn't even sacrifice any spiritual weapons except for dodge frequently.
This hammer consumes so much mana that even Liu Ming can't bear it, let alone this one.
This strange scene immediately caused a sneer from the onlookers around the ring.
"You dodging like this several times, it's nothing like fighting! But are you scared to see this young master's best spirit weapon?" Pan Tianfeng roared with anger and anger on his face.
"Not bad." Liu Ming heard the words, wiped his nose, and replied without thinking.
As soon as this remark was made, many disciples were onlookers, who burst into laughter.
"You...you dare to fight me upright!" Pan Tianfeng scolded angrily.
His original white and round face was flushed at the moment, thinking that his dignified Pan Family Master was so fooled by the person in front of him, he took the giant hammer back in his hand in anger, and the whole mana was poured into it crazily. The black giant hammer unexpectedly hit. Black light flourished.
"Okay." Liu Ming said altogether, but he still didn't offer a spiritual weapon, and raised his hands on his back, but his expression seemed a little serious.
Seeing this, Pan Tianfeng shook his figure, holding a pitch-black sledgehammer, and rushed towards Liu Ming.
With a move in Liu Ming's mind, just when Pan Tianfeng was able to rush to him, his body shape deliberately slowed down, leaking a flaw.
As a result, this person's eyes flashed with joy, and with a low shout, the sledgehammer in his hand slammed against Liu Ming, suddenly turned into a black shadow, and rolled away frantically.
But Liu Ming's body shook lightly, but people flashed past the shadows of the hammer with an incredible way, and Bin appeared strangely in another place, making him rush into the air.
"You..." Pan Tianfeng saw his eyes rounding, but before he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned pale, and after a "bang", he fell to the ground in a coma.
Obviously, it was the previous few blows that caused its mana to be completely absorbed by the black hammer, and it was no longer able to support it.
From Pan Tianfeng offering a black hammer to fainting on the ground, it took less than half a cup of tea before and after, and Liu Ming never offered a spiritual weapon from beginning to end, let alone attacked, and he won.
This can be said to be unprecedented in the history of Taiqing Gate Outer Gate.
The onlookers were also a little dumbfounded.
Of course, this is also because Pan Tianfeng's own mana is accumulated by medicinal power, and the true essence is too mixed, otherwise, even if the mana consumption is huge, it will never be so unbearable.
"Competition in this game, Liu Ming of Piaohong Academy wins!"
With the voice announcing the result of the battle, Liu Ming's mouth was slightly tilted, and his figure was shaking before appearing under the ring.
"Tsk tusk, this Pan Tianfeng is a disciple of your Xuanmiao Academy." The glamorous woman said with a chuckle.
Hearing the words, the squat man on the side also looked embarrassed, and couldn't help crying or laughing.
Pan Tianfeng's aptitude is not bad, but he is lazy by nature. Although his cultivation is all derived from taking a large amount of pills, he is now in the late stage of liquid condensing. With several superb spiritual weapons and extraordinary exercises in his hands, he can deal with ordinary people. Disciple of the same level, the possibility of winning is still quite high.
But he never expected that this son would sacrifice a superb spiritual weapon that he obviously couldn't control, and as a result, this kind of oolong situation would appear.
"Well, the kid in Piaohong Court is quite extraordinary, he can see the magical power consumption of the opponent's spiritual weapon... The Lord Liang, this person is the new Liu Ming." The short fat man coughed lightly. With a bang, he hurriedly turned and spoke.
"Yes, it is this one." Liang Zhange replied solemnly.
"I heard that this person had learned the Inner Sect Cultivation Technique before, and he also showed his prowess during the trial of the Xiaoyan Realm. I saw it today and he did have some skill." The short chubby man said with his eyes flashing.
Liang Zhange smiled slightly when he heard the words, and did not say much.
Seeing this, the short fat man stopped saying more, and fell silent with a pensive expression on his face.
Jiang Zhong kept twisting his beard and smiled without saying a word.
The other courtyard masters and deputy courtyard masters on the side also looked different at this moment, and some did not care about the matter and paid attention to the situation of their own disciples.
The boy Haoyue on the other side also glanced at the 9th ring, his eyes flickering slightly.
Cui Yunfeng sat in the palm of the man surnamed Lu and the young woman next to him, but he was intently watching the fierce competition on another arena.
The competitions on each arena were still going on fiercely. Liu Ming just found a corner to sit quietly with his knees crossed, and didn't care too much about the competitions of others.
In the afternoon, Liu Ming once again easily defeated a sword repairman holding a small green sword. The opponent only had just cultivated into Imperial Swordsmanship for a short time, and he did not even reach Xiaocheng's level. Liu Ming caught a gap with his experience. The punch was defeated.
As the next day's game drew to a close, Liu Ming saw that he would not have any more fights today, and he had no interest in watching the others fight, so he drove the clouds back to the cave mansion.
The third day of the game was still going on intensely.
I don’t know whether to say that Liu Ming is lucky or his opponent’s good use is exhausted. The opponent in the fourth game is again a short young man who only has mid-condensate. For luck.
As a result, within just a few breaths, the short young man's body-protecting Qi was broken by Liu Ming's use of dragon and tiger underworld prison power, and he hurriedly surrendered.
As the game progressed in an orderly manner, the situation of each division gradually became clear. There are currently only more than 20 people in the ninth district where Liu Ming is located.
According to the rules of the preliminary contest, this fifth round of sieve battles is only ten match-offs. As for the byes, you can choose any one of the top ten for a match. If you win, that is Can replace its top ten positions.
At this moment, Liu Ming was standing in front of the stone tablet with the situation of the battle. He swept away his consciousness, only to find that his opponent in the last round was the one mentioned by Yanming earlier. Robe man.