"Oh."
Tong Wujie gave a faint cry, and didn't even look at the opponent in front of him from beginning to end.
That kind of casual and leisurely appearance, as if this Dijie Dijie meeting, he just came and walked through the scene.
"In the third round, Tong Wujie confronted Li Jin, and the battle began."
With the announcement of the referee sounded.
The figure of Li Jin in front of him suddenly jumped up, and several short blades were suddenly thrown from his cuffs.
The short blade filled with spiritual power drew out afterimages in the air, and went straight to Tong Wujie lasing away.
"Tong Wujie, don't underestimate people. I've seen you in the last two battles. Your melee martial arts are indeed overbearing, but as long as I keep a distance from you at any time, my venom-quenched short blade, just hit You are a victory at once."
Li Jin shouted loudly and waved his palms suddenly. The short blades actually drew arcs in mid-air, and they changed their trajectory abruptly, attacking Tong Wujie from four tricky directions. Away.
"Change the trajectory of the short blade with spiritual power?"
Qin Shaoyang raised his brow slightly, and it seemed that Li Jin poured spiritual power on the short blades in advance, and controlled the spiritual power inside the short blades as they flew.
This kind of imperial art requires extremely pure control over one's spiritual power.
Moreover, those short blades seemed to be decent Celestial Spirit soldiers, and their sharpness was absolutely decent.
Just as Qin Shaoyang was thinking about how to block the counterattack if he faced Li Jin's move, there was a sudden change in the martial arts stage.
Tong Wujie, who was at the center of several short-edge attacks, suddenly stretched his arms and yawned greatly.
"There is so much nonsense, it's boring to think you have something."
Tong Wujie shook his head and sighed, then turned around and left.
At this moment, the four short blades of Poison Extraction that were about to be close to Tong Wujie suddenly drew an arc around him, and then headed towards Li Jin in mid-air.
Even at this time, the speed of the short blade was twice as fast. Li Jin's eyes widened suddenly in the air, and there was nowhere to hide. All his limbs were penetrated by his poisonous blade, and he fell to the ground fiercely.
The venom enters the body, foaming at the mouth unconscious.
The audience fell into a deep silence, and everyone stared at the shocking scene on the martial arts stage in disbelief.
"Again, another trick."
"It really deserves to be the strongest competitor in the quarterfinals, so strong."
"What happened just now?"
After three full breaths, the auditorium boiled completely.
More people are even more confused and don't know why.
But the only thing is that everyone is shocked by Tong Wujie's strength.
"Being pierced by my own poisonous blade on his limbs is considered self-inflicted. If it weren't for the rules of the arena to not die, this guy is afraid that he will die."
The woman in red beside her chuckled lightly, looking at Tong Wujie who was leaving on the martial arts stage with great admiration.
Immediately, his eyes fell on Qin Shaoyang, who was aside, with a touch of playfulness at the corners of his mouth.
"Qin Shaoyang, now do you think if you run into him, what is your chance of winning?"
Qin Shaoyang leaned back and raised Erlang's legs relaxedly.
"After doing it for a long time, it turns out that you came to hit me. It's a pity. Although this Tong Wujie does have a few brushes, in my opinion, it's just that, and it may not be impossible to fight."
While Qin Shaoyang spoke, his head tilted slightly and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Speaking of which, who are you so special?"
The woman in red was taken aback for a moment, apparently she didn't expect Qin Shaoyang to suddenly swear at him.
His face changed immediately, but he immediately suppressed the anger on his face.
"Mo Linglong from Guanglang gambling house."
After Mo Linglong said these words, she suddenly got up and glanced at Qin Shaoyang with a hint of anger in her eyes.
"I thought you were from the Liming Academy and won four games in a row. You are a capable guy, but now it seems that you are just an arrogant and arrogant person. I want to see if you fight with Tong Wujie three days later. What's the end?"
Mo Linglong snorted coldly, and left angrily after leaving such a sentence.
Seeing Mo Linglong's back, Qin Shaoyang couldn't help but sneer.
No wonder it's okay to come to talk to myself, it turned out to be the people of the three major casinos.
This is to see that I have won four games in a row, and I can't sit still. After all, if I successfully advance to the top eight, their three capital gambling houses will have to collect more than 43 million gold coins.
Thinking of this, Qin Shaoyang's eyes flashed solemnly.
Three days later, it was a battle with Tong Wujie. If he even defeated this guy, then I'm afraid the three big gambling houses would really be unable to sit still.
Although this is the imperial capital, it shouldn't be a difficult task for the three major gambling houses to quietly get rid of this outsider.
"However, if you look down upon me, it won't necessarily be someone who will suffer by then."
Qin Shaoyang snorted inwardly.
No one knew that Qin Shaoyang's greatest reliance was not the Liming Academy, nor his cultivation talent.
It's the Shenlong system.
And just now, Tong Wujie hadn't made a single move, and he defeated Li Jin, a martial artist of the Heavenly Passing Realm. For others, it might be a magical skill.
However, under Long Tong's observation, its methods are undoubtedly obvious.
This boy without precepts is practising wind spells.
Moreover, Qin Shaoyang could see that Tong Wujie's mastery of wind had reached an extremely fine level.
When those poisonous blades were about to come into contact with Tong Wujie, they used the extremely subtle wind to change the trajectory of the poisonous blade's flight.
This operation is simple to say, but it is extremely difficult to do.
Even the average Huazong Realm top powerhouse might not be able to achieve such a subtle level.
"It's a pity, I have already squeezed myself 400,000 gold, and I'm going to set a place for the top eight in this group."
Qin Shaoyang stood up suddenly and walked out of the venue.
At the same time, Tong Tianyang took a sip of tea in a vast pavilion in the imperial capital city, put down the cup without hurriedly, and then raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him.
"My third brother, do you know something about your opponent who will compete with you for the top eight places in the next round?"
The young man sitting opposite Tong Tianyang, with his chin in one hand, casually played with the jade cup in his hand, with a lazy expression on his face, as if he was not awake.
"What else do I need to know? It's just some waste."
"Hey, grandpa said, if I can get the first place in this Dijie Conference, I will not be restrained within three years. If it were not for the freedom of these three years, I would not bother to pass."
Tong Wujie looked sad. However, the contempt of the Dijie Conference was not hidden.
"First in the Dijie Conference? Grandpa's requirements are really strict."
Hearing Tong Wujie's words, Tong Tianyang was also speechless. For the other players participating in the Dijie Conference, being able to reach the top eight is already an unattainable goal.
However, Tong Wujie's goal is the number one in the Dijie Conference.
This also proves from the side that the grandfather of Tong's family recognizes Tong Wujie's strength.
"Therefore, this time, the opponent I care about in the Dijie Conference is Qi Longyang, the son of the Marshal."
At the mention of this name, Tong Wujie's eyes finally showed a serious look.