The 6,000 Black Armored Army immediately dispersed, and below where they were originally standing, there were eight big black rock-paved arenas. Each arena was ten feet long and wide, and the soldiers of the Black Armored Army were scattered around each arena.
"Looks like last time without my old Xia, brother, you could easily beat those two boys." Xia Shuo didn't feel embarrassed at all, "Well, brother, I'm going to the ring first, you can challenge me .”
After finishing speaking, Xia Shuo jumped onto the ring several feet away.
The original eight centurions all entered the ring.
These eight people all bowed slightly in the direction of the four commanders and suzerains in the distance.
"Let's start! Nine of you, you can choose any one of them to challenge." The silver-haired old man in black robe said calmly. The other three commanders and suzerains were all aloof, watching the upcoming competition on the eight arenas.
"Brother Niu, if we brothers are kicked out by them today, it will be embarrassing." Xia Shuo turned his head and smiled at the centurion 'Niu Zhan' who was on the ring next to him.
"They also want to win our brother? Is the blood shed all these years in vain? Just my Lao Niu's fist, huh... let them have one hand, and they will never want to win my Lao Niu." Niu Zhan's body shape, and Xia Shuo's Relatively close, both belong to the big guy.
"Brother Niu is right, haha..." The centurions on the other six rings also laughed.
Obviously, these eight former centurions were full of arrogance.
"Which one of you will be the first to challenge!" Niu Zhan shouted.
"You stupid cow, let this girl teach you a lesson!" The first person who couldn't help being angry was the yellow-robed girl 'Wuman'. Just a little under Wuman's feet, she floated on the spot where Niu Zhan was. On the ring, she also pulled out the long sword behind her.
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Teng Qingshan and the other eight first-class warriors were not in a hurry, after all it was just a competition among seventeen people, it would be beneficial for the immediate competition to see the strength of others.
"Qingshan, do you think that girl can win?" Teng Qinghu stood aside.
"That girl named Wuman?" Teng Qingshan shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, this Niu Zhan obviously has a lot of experience in fighting, but this Wuman is said to be the disciple of the suzerain of Guiyuanzong, and maybe he has some special attack moves. that is!"
Even before the battle started, Teng Qingshan didn't dare to make a decision.
"Haha, Xiaoman." The suzerain 'Zhuge Yuanhong' couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.
The only female commander among the four commanders rarely showed a smile on her face when she saw Wu Man.
At this moment, almost everyone's attention is on the arena.
Niu Zhan frowned: "Xiaoman, are you here to challenge me?"
"Big bull, you heard me clearly, your centurion position belongs to this girl, quickly take out your weapon, otherwise, it will be too late to regret." Wu Man held the long sword, full of confidence.
"Hmph, if I let you beat me like a girl, my forty years of hard work will be in vain. Come on, it's not worth using a weapon against you." The bull stood empty-handed Looking at Wuman.
Wu Man snorted coldly, and moved the long sword in his hand—
"call out!"
A cyan light pierced the sky, and the tip of the long sword was already in front of Niu Zhan.
Niu Zhan was on one side of his body, and his right hand quickly slapped on the sword, and he was about to hit the sword, but Wuman turned the long sword, and the blade was facing Niu Zhan's palm. If you want to slap it with your palm, your palm will be cut off.
"Peng!" The earth trembled.
The rocks on the ring burst violently, and one of the rocks hit Wuman's abdomen.
"Pfft!" Wu Man spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.
"You're lying!" Wu Man pointed at Niu Zhan angrily.
It turned out that Niu Zhan's slapping of the sword with his hands just now was fake. The real move was to crack the rocks on the ground with his inner strength secretly. The moment Wuman approached, he picked up a rock with his toes, and smashed it at Wuman with inner strength.
Niu Zhan laughed and said, "Xiaoman, just now I was going to be ruthless. If you have more inner strength, you will die! This is a real fight, and it doesn't matter if you are good at swordsmanship, you will definitely win."
"Okay, Xiaoman, you lost." The suzerain 'Zhuge Yuanhong' in the stands said loudly.
"Hmph, big stupid cow." Wu Man wiped the corners of his mouth, and resentfully got off the ring.
Seeing this, Teng Qingshan also laughed. The centurions of the Black Armored Army have experienced life and death fights and have rich experience. Then, under the protection of the suzerain, what kind of hardships can Wuman suffer? Even though the swordsmanship is formidable and the inner strength is strong, but in real fighting, he is defeated in an instant.
Wu Man got off the ring, but walked in the direction of Teng Qingshan.
"Huh?" Teng Qingshan frowned.
"Senior Sister Wuman!" A soft voice sounded from behind Teng Qingshan, Teng Qingshan turned his head to look, and saw a beautiful woman in light yellow gauze walking over with the young man in Tsing Yi, who was the one who spoke just now Beautiful girl.
The young man in Tsing Yi laughed and said: "Senior Sister, didn't you say that you want to win the position of Centurion and show us? You will lose now, haha... Your Qingguangguang Sword Art is very powerful, but you are too stupid It's so easy to get tricked!"
"Damn Xiaoyun!" Wu Man gritted his teeth, "Also, Qingqing, you also accompany your brother and bully your senior sister, right?"
The beautiful girl couldn't help laughing softly.
Teng Qingshan noticed a scene - his cousin Teng Qinghu was staring at that beautiful girl without blinking, not only Teng Qinghu, but many people around were looking at this beautiful girl.
"Is this girl naturally charming?" Teng Qingshan was a killer in his previous life, and he has undergone psychological training. It is very difficult to seduce him, but Teng Qinghu and other simple young men are easy to be seduced.
"Senior Sister Wuman, you said there is a sixteen-year-old first-rate martial artist named Teng Qingshan, where is it?" the young man in Tsing Yi asked.
"Look, isn't this what it is?" Wu Man pointed to Teng Qingshan.
The young man in Tsing Yi's eyes lit up, and he walked over and said with a smile: "Brother Teng, my name is Zhuge Yun! I heard about your name yesterday, and this is my younger sister Zhuge Qing." The girl beside him also looked at him carefully. Teng Qingshan smiled and said: "My name is Zhuge Qing! So you are Teng Qingshan, a genius like my brother."
"He can't catch up with Xiaoyun." Wu Man said, "It's just a little bit more internal energy, Xiaoyun, but a monster who comprehended the artistic conception of the Qingguang Sword Art in March!"
artistic conception
Teng Qingshan took a careful look at Zhuge Yun, he knew that this young man was the legendary genius of Gui Yuanzong—the young master Zhuge Yun.
"Lost again!" Wu Man said suddenly.
Although Teng Qingshan was talking, he was also paying attention to the competition in the arena. After Wuman, another first-rate warrior 'Liu Liang' went up to challenge. This Liu Liang also fought fiercely with that centurion named Situ Ning for a long time, but Still being slapped with a knife and flying out of the ring, he lost!
Two consecutive battles. All challengers fail.
"The weakest centurion in the Black Armored Army has such a strong strength." Teng Qingshan admired in his heart.
"Haha... None of the nine of you are strong. It's too boring to be so one-sided!" Niu Zhan said with a big smile, and many of the black-armored soldiers who were watching the battle also laughed. We still support the eight centurions in our hearts.
More than 300 martial artists who passed the entrance examination had ugly faces.
"Who said no?" Wu Man shouted, "Big stupid cow, you are the oldest, but we have the youngest, a first-class martial artist who is only sixteen years old, and he can defeat you."
Teng Qingshan was stunned.
"Teng Qingshan, you have to save us some face." Wu Man winked, quite pleadingly.
Teng Qingshan took a deep breath and looked at the ring in front of him.
In Teng Qingshan's heart, he has always dreamed...to meet the world's masters, and see, how is this world's masters different from his internal boxing.
"Let's start with this battle! I hope you don't disappoint me too much."
Teng Qingshan said silently in his heart, then holding the reincarnation gun, he jumped onto the ring several zhang away. Whether it was the 6,000 Black Armored Army or the more than 300 warriors who had passed the examination, they all stared at the arena.
Niu Zhan, the oldest among the eight, faced off against Teng Qingshan, the youngest among the nine first-class fighters.
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"This Teng Qingshan looks quite calm, not at all impatient." Zhuge Yuanhong looked at the battle stage and said with a smile.
"But he's only sixteen after all, so what experience does he have?" said the silver-haired, black-robed old man.
"Just watch." Zhuge Yuanhong watched the battle with great interest.
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Thousands of people watched the battle.
"A sixteen-year-old first-class warrior." Niu Zhan laughed, "Teng Qingshan, right? Your reputation is not small now, but... no matter how good your talent is, it still needs to be polished. Let you, Big Brother Niu, polish you. .”
"Brother Niu, don't be too cruel." Xia Shuo also said with a smile in the distance.
"Don't worry." Niu Zhan stretched out his hand and grabbed the black spear beside him.
Teng Qingshan held the reincarnation gun and stood calmly on the spot.
"Look at the gun!" Niu Zhan yelled violently, and the spear in his hand danced swiftly. The big black gun came out of the hole like a black dragon and devoured towards Teng Qingshan. The tip of the gun turned into several spear shadows, covering Teng Qingshan's head .
quick! And ruthless!
Seeing this, Teng Qingshan sighed secretly in his heart: "I haven't even achieved the unity of a human and a gun, and I can't fully control the strength of the gun. It's a pity..."
The spear in Teng Qingshan's hand shook.
call!
The reincarnation gun shot out like a sharp arrow. The moment it touched the opponent's big black gun, the reincarnation gun seemed to be swimming like a snake. With that strength, it turned slightly and easily unloaded the opponent's big black gun up.
"Peng!" The reincarnation gun shook and hit Niu Zhan's waist.
Niu Zhan was tossed into the air like a worn-out sandbag, flying seven or eight feet away, and fell into the crowd of black-armored soldiers.
"It's meaningless at all." Teng Qingshan secretly sighed in his heart. What he wants is to find a master who can make his eyes shine. In his previous life, he stood at the peak of Neijiaquan. At the peak, he was lonely. What he needed was an opponent who could surprise him.
But it seems that Niu Zhan is far from Teng Qingshan's minimum requirement.
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Defeat Centurion Niu Zhan with one move
Everyone was stunned. Many people didn't see clearly just now, they just felt... Teng Qingshan's very casual shot defeated Centurion Niu Zhan's seemingly amazingly powerful shot.
"This guy..." Wu Man was dumbfounded.