The black dragon spit out a group of black light, which quickly turned into countless light spots, scattered into each piece of the letter.
Xu Ziqing looked down and saw that there was an extra line of small characters on his letter.
The thirty-ninth stage of martial arts, ranked eighty-sixth, opponent Xiao Shengfeng Zhang Cheng.
After reading it, Xu Ziqing handed the letter to Yunxun: "Brother, look."
True person Qiu He asked over there, "Where is Ziqing?"
Yun Yu threw the letter talisman on Qiu He, let him look at it.
Not long after, everyone knew of Xu Ziqing's opponents, but there were as many as three hundred performances, and there were hundreds of monks on each performance. It would take some time before it was Xu Ziqing's turn.
Qiu Ze and the other four have also seen their opponents. Perhaps because of the large number of people, they are very lucky. They are not on the same martial arts stage, and naturally they will not fight each other.
Soon, in the martial arts field, all the cultivators won the names of their opponents, and they had calculations in their hearts.
The black dragon in the air roared, then took it back, held its head up, and flew over the head of the criminal chief.
The criminal director also said: "Tabi rules, those who are beaten down are the losers, and those who admit defeat are also losers. If the defeat has been set but still refuses to admit defeat, then life or death will be irrelevant; if the loser After surrendering defeat, if the winner still makes a heavy move, the winner will be pressed into Sixing Peak, and the Xingtang will deal with it."
When this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Some people who haven't participated in the competition are whispering secretly, but those who have participated in it are calm.
Xu Ziqing was a little surprised: "It turns out that it's possible to kill people above the Big Bi."
The sect law did not allow to harm the same family, but at this time in the big competition, it relaxed this law on the contrary.
It was not the first time that Luo Yao and others participated in the Zongmen Grand Competition. Some Yue Jun said: "Daoyou Xu did not know that during the year of the Grand Competition, many disciples had to compete against each other. The winner was rewarded with generous rewards, so naturally they were not willing to give up. The winner was originally. Gain the upper hand, but is limited by the law that does not allow murder, and the loser is willing to give up, leaving the winner to be restrained, and it is unfair to the winner. Therefore, there is this rule. It’s no wonder who he is!"
"So that's it." Xu Ziqing nodded suddenly, "Thinking about it like this, Dabi is indeed fair."
Yue Jun and the others looked at each other and smiled, but they did not say anything.
Fairness is fairness, but it's just relative fairness.
In the year of the Great Competition, many people would die every time, so where are the people who lied and refused to admit defeat? There are also some enemies who are extremely jealous when they see each other, and the shots are of no importance; or there are winners who have cultivated far to defeat the losers, so that the losers cannot open their mouths to admit defeat... But no matter what, the Zongmen’s considerations are quite comprehensive. No matter how much it is requested, it is beyond human power.
In the martial arts field, everyone also started to move.
Hearing only a roar of dragon, many monks appeared on the three hundred martial arts stage, and the two of them showed their magic treasures in groups.
For a time, the brilliance was colorful, the real spirit surging on the stage, the weather was tumbling, and it was dazzling to see.
Xu Ziqing also looked at the nearby martial arts platform, where two female practitioners were facing each other, flying swords flipped up and down in the air, colored silk fluttered, fighting heartily.
This immortal cultivator, most of the female cultivators who can achieve something are quite capable, and they are often better than male cultivators in their will, and they are never merciful in fighting.
Seeing that the female sister in yellow shirt pointed her jade up, the flying sword pierced through the air, stabbing a hole in the shoulder of another female sister in purple clothes. The female sister in purple clothes was suffering and was about to fight back. He rose into the air, raised his waist and legs, and swept the purple-clothed female cultivator to the stage!
It only takes a moment for the victory or defeat to be divided.
Looking at another martial arts stage, it was a young monk with a friendly smile and a black-clothed female cultivator. The young cultivator seemed to be a little bit pitiful, and his action was two minutes slower, but the black-clothed female cultivator was cruel and cruel. At that time, when he hit it with a palm, the palm strength was mixed with the true essence, and the young monk was immediately knocked off the stage of performing martial arts!
This is a difference in thought, and this great event once every fifty years has lost the opportunity.
There are two more cultivators who seem to be equally well-matched. One seems to be younger, the other is scheming. The former is magnanimous and the latter is experienced. At first the latter was suppressed by the former, but suddenly, the latter caught the former. Flaws, take people off the stage directly!
It can be seen that even if the cultivation level is similar, it is necessary to be careful at all times, otherwise it is also a defeat.
Xu Ziqing was surprised, but it didn't show up on the face.
In this big comparison, it is true that the same door is also ruthless. In this case, when he is fighting against others, he must not be merciful, otherwise he will have the same fate.
After watching this for a while, Xu Ziqing was not idle either.
As long as he sees new moves, he always has to practice his four seasons of swordsmanship in the sea of knowledge, thinking about how to deal with the same opponents and have some chance of winning.
Luo Yao and the other four were also fascinated. When they participated in the Grand Competition last time, they had just built the foundation and barely caught up with the event, but they were defeated in the first round. Fortunately, the opponents they encountered were quite forgiving, and they had never suffered any damage that was difficult to recover. Otherwise, their ordinary disciple, Xianlu would also die.
But this time is different, because they have been practicing hard day and night for the past fifty years, not only the cultivation base has made great progress, but also many methods. In addition to Luo Yaogang breaking through to the mid-foundation stage, the other three are already at the peak of the mid-foundation stage. If the luck is good, it is above this big ratio, and it is hoped that it will break through to the late stage of foundation construction!
Therefore, they are all impatient.
However, it was not the people who were able to participate in the competition that took the most serious look, but the eight female sisters. They were accepted as registered disciples by Qiu He because of their good luck. In fact, their cultivation bases were weak, and even if they didn't cultivate, they would not be able to catch up quickly.
Therefore, on weekdays, he meticulously serves the real person Qiu He, lest he provokes the real person's anger, he has to return to the outer door and return to that unbearable situation. Now that I encountered this great opportunity, I was naturally very focused on absorbing many of the skills and experience of the cultivator than fighting, and would not let go of any opportunity to enhance my own cultivation.
It's just that the eight female sisters dare not disturb the master, but even less dare to ask the cold senior brother. Although the second brother has a good temper, he is inseparable from the first brother, and they dare not get close at will. Later, I didn't know which female cultivator had the courage first, and talked to the four Qiu Ze, who also had good temperaments. Seeing that the female cultivators were eager for the Tao, they also pointed out.
Unknowingly, the distance between these four people and everyone at Xiaozhufeng was also narrowed invisibly.
After more than half an hour, it was finally his turn to play.
It was Yue Jun who was the 32nd Yanwu Stage, ranked 42nd, and his opponent was an ordinary disciple of the inner sect.
The battle on the martial arts stage was extremely straightforward. When Yue Jun saw that it was his turn, he did not linger, and said to everyone on the high stage: "Everyone, I'll go first."
After all, he rose up, turned into a golden light, and landed directly on the thirty-second martial arts stage!
Yue Jun's opponent was called Liao Hengwei, wearing a gold suit with a four-clawed dragon, radiating brilliance under many lights, and almost covering his face.
This person is holding a golden whip and wearing a golden crown, as if looking at everything.
Yue Jun raised his eyebrows, turned his wrist, and a black fan appeared in his palm. He gently shook the fan, as if a dark wind was surging. His style is just like Young Master Pianjia in the turbid world, but the edges of the black fan are extremely sharp, which makes him a bit more murderous in his romantic and suave life.
His temperament was originally similar to that of Luo Yao, but it was different from Luo Yao's uprightness. Only when he shook the fan, he appeared cynical.
That Liao Hengwei seemed to dislike Yue Jun being so frivolous, his tone was very arrogant: "If you beg for mercy, Xiao Wang can forgive you for your sin of disrespect!"
As soon as he said this, a kind of extremely noble coercive force enveloped Yue Jun overwhelmingly, as if countless voices were exerting pressure here.
"You blasphemed the emperor's prestige, you deserve to be put to death!"
"Huang prestige must not be committed! Sinner! Kneel down!"
"Please forgive me! Forgive you for not guilty! Don't beg for forgiveness, I want you to die!"
These voices surrounded Yue Jun, and it was bound to make him kneel to beg for mercy.
Such a momentum, in a battle of this level, is extremely rare.
Yue Jun had just jumped onto the martial arts stage, and he faced such a weird opponent, and his luck was not good.
Xu Ziqing was surprised when he saw it on the high platform. If he had never read it wrong, when Liao Hengwei exerted his coercion, a looming blue dragon appeared behind him. Could this be a dragon
He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yun, do you know what's going on?"
Yun Yu's eyes seemed to be closed. He glanced at that Liao Hengwei and replied: "He is a member of the royal family, so naturally he has a dragon spirit."
Xu Ziqing also knows this truth, but he has even heard Yun Xun say that the emperor is the son of heaven and the agent of heaven on earth. The monk seeks the way in the sky and changes his fate against the sky, so he can't provoke interference in the royal affairs of the world, so as not to offend the way of heaven and end up in death.
For this reason, people in the royal family often do not cultivate immortals, and even under the influence of dragon energy, they can't bred spiritual roots, so that the emperor and the people in the world will not interfere with each other.
But now that this Liao Hengwei is a member of the royal family with a dragon spirit, and no matter which human country he belongs to, how can he have spiritual roots, and how can he worship the Wuling Immortal Gate
Such a strange thing made Xu Ziqing very surprised.
He was surprised, so he asked.
Yun Li said: "The imperial family can't conceive spiritual roots because the dragon pressure controls the aura of heaven and earth. In the small world, the aura is thin, and the dragon is better than the aura. And in the big world, the aura of heaven and earth is everywhere. Dragon Qi cannot fight against it, so the fate of the human world is actually closely related to the monks, and it has become a part of the path of heaven."
After hearing this, Xu Ziqing said in a daze, "So in the big world, princes and princes can also cultivate immortals? If they are born as the Ninth Five-Year Lord, can they also cultivate immortals?"
Yun Yu shook his head slightly: "The Ninth Five-Year Sovereign is a person who gathers dragon energy, and he certainly cannot cultivate immortality. But once he abdicates, he has something to do."
There are still many mysteries in this, and Yun Li didn't say all of them.
Xu Ziqing wasn't trying to get to the bottom of it, but it was out of curiosity. Although he found that the senior brother had never said the whole story, he also knew that the matter must be a long story, so he didn't ask much, and looked at the martial arts stage again.
The two brothers spoke for a while, but there were already many entanglements on the martial arts stage.
That Liao Hengwei's golden dragon whip turned into a beetle dragon, wrapped around his waist, and the dragon's mouth blended with his fist, hitting "Emperor Dragon Strength" and slammed into Yue Jun.
Yue Jun danced with a Xuantian fan so tightly that he was shimmering, and he tore Huanglongjin to pieces in two blows!
The two are fighting fiercely, but it seems that Yue Jun has not been suppressed by Liao Hengwei's imperial prestige. Instead, he has time to laugh and say: "Liao Daoyou, if you were once the ninth-five venerable, then you would be worthy of the emperor's prestige. Now it's just this. The same level of dragon spirit can't help me!"
Liao Hengwei is proud and arrogant. Where has he been ridiculed in such a way? He was scorned, his shots became more swift and ugly.
One person is so calm while picking things up, while the other is so excited. The longer the fight, the clearer the battle will become.
That Liao Hengwei seemed to be lacking in experience, and soon he lost the game, and was picked up by Yue Jun to the Golden Dragon Whip, completely dispelling Huanglong Jin!
Yue Jun chased after him, followed up again and again, and finally forced people to the stage before Liao Hengwei's mood calmed down! Liao Hengwei took a few steps in a row before he fell to the ground, and his complexion was even more pale!
In this round, Yue Jun won!