As soon as Xiao Zuiji came back, he was arranged to fight, which made him feel very exciting.
Ye Xingchen was not interested at all, and was going to take a shower.
"Stars." Jun Chang laughed and shouted: "You play in the fourth game, let me see how much your strength has improved after this field experience."
hateful!
Actually let the emperor go to fight against the little kid!
Although he was not happy, he still stopped and looked at the disciples of the Xingyun sect with strong disdain from a Martial Emperor.
Song Cai glanced at the two of them, and said calmly: "Master Jun, your two disciples are very tired at first glance, isn't it a bit too casual to send them on the stage?"
"It's very casual." Jun Chang said with a smile.
This tone, this meaning.
It seems that they didn't take the Nebula faction seriously at all.
"You..." Song Cai suppressed his anger, and said calmly: "If the head master doesn't feel that my Xingyun faction intends to bully people, you can let them fight."
Hehehe.
Must be wishing for it.
…
Xiao Zuiji didn't even change his school uniform, he dragged his dirty body and stood on the martial arts arena, cupped his hands and said, "Xiao Zuiji."
The disciples of the Xingyun sect who participated in the battle looked him up and said, "So you are the champion of the sect competition."
Then, he cupped his hands in disdain and said, "Zhang Ye."
In his opinion, this kind of guy who has no pulse is really lucky to win the championship. If he competes by himself, he will definitely be tortured into a dog.
Not to mention, in martial art competitions, with Xiao Zui's strength, it might be a tragedy to face a fourth-rank warrior.
but now…
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
After the competition started, a disciple of the Xingyun sect named Zhang Ye, who was beaten by Xiao Zuiji's physical body and strength, became dizzy and turned around on the martial arts arena.
At this time, if you turn on the stereo and accompany it with a meowing song, it will be very appropriate.
"Plop!"
Zhang Ye turned around for a while, foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.
As for the proud and disdainful expression just now, it is destined to be replaced by a dead fish face for a long time, because the psychological shadow was cast out.
"Ding! Disciple violently abuses 3/5 of Nebula sect's disciples."
"Not bad."
Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction: "After some experience, the improvement is very significant."
After finishing off his opponent, Xiao Zuiji walked out of the arena and said, "Master, I'm going to take a shower."
"Go, go." Jun Chang said with a smile.
Song Cai was dumbfounded.
The disciples who participated in the battle were fourth-rank warriors, and the disciples of the Iron Bones faction only opened the sixth stage in terms of their explosive breath!
Xiao Zuiji's cultivation is weak, but since he opened his veins, he was able to gather spiritual power in his body, combined with his highly tempered physical body, his combat power has absolutely skyrocketed.
Rank four martial artist.
Sorry, it's just a sandbag for pounding.
Losing three out of five games, the Xingyun faction, who was ordered by the leader of the Qin alliance to play the game this time, has lost face to the iron bone faction.
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Elder Song, are you still competing?"
"Competition!" Song Cai said in a deep voice.
If you lose, you have already lost, but if you win the next two games and play two to three, you can save some face!
"Xing Chen, let's play." Jun Chang said with a smile.
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly, walked up to the martial arts arena, pointed at the fifth-rank martial artist who was supposed to appear last, and said disdainfully, "You, get out."
Choose the strongest one directly, Brother Chen is very social.
The accused disciple of the Xingyun sect glanced at Song Cai, and after getting the instruction, he walked onto the martial arts arena, looking at Ye Xingchen with strong contempt in his eyes.
He was the strongest among the five disciples brought by Song Cai, and he was able to break through to rank five martial disciple before the age of twenty, so he did have the qualifications to despise others.
but.
He despised Su Xiaomo, despised Tian Qi, no problem, but he despised Ye Di, one of the top ten Martial Emperors!
This is a big problem!
Ye Xingchen, who had no interest in fighting between little kids, saw his eyes full of contempt and contempt, and his whole face suddenly darkened.
He clenched his fists tightly and said in a cold voice, "Boy, I will make you suffer."
"Boom!"
The disciples of the Xingyun sect bent their arms, clenched their fists tightly, and burst into a howling air wave, tearing their shirts apart in an instant, exposing their gaudy tattoos, which can be described as extremely ferocious.
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "I didn't tear my pants, bad review, no tattoo Peppa Pig, bad review."
"Cut." Ye Xingchen dismissed Gu.
Song Cai said indifferently: "Sect Leader, my disciple is proficient in thirty-two saber techniques. I don't know if we can use weapons in the sparring?"
"Yes." Jun Chang said with a smile.
The corner of Ye Xingchen's mouth twitched.
Facing a fifth-rank martial artist with a weapon, this...you have to give me a weapon to fight, right
pity.
Jun Changxiao didn't intend to give a weapon, instead he clasped his fingers and said: "My disciple is good at seventy-two grappling hands, and I have always used bare hands against the enemy."
The expression on Ye Xingchen's face suddenly brightened.
With a wave of his hand, the Xingyun sect disciple summoned his precious sword from the space ring.
The knife is not long, similar to a watermelon knife, but the blade is shining brightly, it is very sharp at first glance!
"Liu Kunlong." He announced his name.
Ye Xingchen didn't declare his name, but thought about how he could deal with a fifth-rank warrior with weapons with his bare hands
"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!"
Just at this time, Liu Kunlong swung the knife, the shadow of the knife filled his body, and then raised the knife with one hand, in the shape of a golden rooster.
It is worthy of being proficient in thirty-two ways of swordsmanship, professional enough!
"good!"
Jun Chang laughed and clapped his hands.
"Papa papa!"
The disciples behind him also applauded, as if they were watching that guy performing a knife show.
Liu Kunlong said lightly: "If you don't register the number, then I will take out the knife."
"Trash." Ye Xingchen said flatly.
"Swipe!" At this moment, Liu Kunlong took a step forward, swinging the machete wildly in his hand, instantly intertwining dense shadows of knives, which looked very bluffing.
Ye Xingchen retreated step by step, avoiding the sweeping saber intent, and at the same time looking for the opponent's weakness.
The improvement of his spiritual root and cultivation base reached the twelfth stage, which made him more compatible with his body. Not only could he catch the shadow of the knife, but he could also avoid it in advance.
But once the opponent's thirty-two-way saber technique is deployed, it will not only form an attacking momentum, but also protect the body airtight, so it is a bit difficult to catch the opening and counterattack.
"Swipe! Brush!"
Liu Kunlong's sword moves faster, and more sword shadows appear!
Ye Xingchen realized that if he couldn't solve it as soon as possible, once he formed a net-like offensive, he would have to be hacked passively.
hateful!
A mere fifth-rank warrior makes this emperor helpless
The anger in Ye Xingchen's body rose, and the little domineering aura that had just recovered burst out instantly.
"Hoo hoo!"
The breath diffused invisibly.
Liu Kunlong, who was using the saber technique, was enveloped by it, and stopped suddenly, with fear in his eyes.
At that moment, his soul seemed to fall into hell, and his heart suffered endless torture. His hand also softened, and the machete he was holding fell to the ground with a bang.
This aura of fear from Emperor Wu's oppression was only fleeting, and when Liu Kunlong came back to his senses, he realized that he was about to pick up the knife when it fell, but he saw Ye Xingchen raised his waist, holding the machete in his hand!
"Boy."
Yedi said coldly: "You can't even hold a knife, how dare you play knife skills in front of me?"
"brush!"
While speaking, the knife swung towards him.
"Puchi—"
A deep and long knife mark was drawn directly on Liu Kunlong's chest, and blood spattered.
"You..." His face became grim.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward and said coldly, "Today I will let you know that knives are for cutting people, not for juggling."
"brush!"
He cut it down again with a knife, and blood spattered.
There was another knife mark on Liu Kunlong's chest, enduring the severe pain, he hurriedly turned and ran away.
Ye Xingchen came after him in stride, with a knife in his hand!
"Puchi! Puchi!"
One knife, two knife, three knife...
Poor Liu Kunlong, Ye Xingchen picked up the equipment and slashed it back, and finally collapsed on the ground covered in blood.