"Chen Chumo gives up, Zou Hu wins!"
"Liu Yunxi gave up, Ji Chutong won!"
"Chen Hua abstains, Su Ye wins!"
"Shangguan Hai gives up, Ye Bei wins!"
"Qian Xiaoxiao gave up, Du Chuan wins!"
"… "
In fact, it was not just the opponents of Lin Fan and Qi Zixiao who chose to abstain. As the voice of the "host" continued to ring out, one young cultivator after another chose to abstain.
Among them, without exception, all opponents of the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the seven holy places chose to abstain.
Many of these people are cultivators in the Spirit Severing stage, but not one of them thinks that they can defeat the peerless geniuses at the level of the Holy Son or Holy Daughter.
There still has to be some numbers.
Otherwise, going on stage, being beaten like a dog and then admitting defeat would only be more embarrassing.
As a result, Qi Zixiao, the Saintess of Zifu, Lu Yao, the Saintess of Yaochi, Ji Chutong, the Saintess of Taiyi, Du Chuan, the Saint of Taiyi, Jie Chi, the Saint of Wanfo Sect, Su Ye, the Saint of Dayan Holy Land, Ye Bei, the Saint of Beidou Holy Land...
All won without fighting.
In addition, there were many matches where the difference in strength was extremely large, and some people gave up one after another...
However, although many people abstained, even more people went on stage to fight!
Soon, many fighting arenas were ablaze with divine light and filled with fighting spirit.
As spells roared out, they were accompanied by the screams of many people...
…
The fortune teller stood on the stage, his eyes were red, as if he had conjunctivitis, which was a bit scary.
Moreover, he didn't have a single hair on his body. He just stood there like that. Although he looked handsome, he looked very weird at this moment.
When strangers see him, they will definitely not associate him with the divine fortune teller from the Purple Mansion Holy Land, but will mistake him for an evil monk.
"Bald donkey!"
At this moment, the opponent of the fortune teller was waiting. He had a full beard and looked very rough. He glared at the fortune teller and started cursing.
"What kind of monk are you? Why do you look so weird?"
"Isn't he a wine-drinking and meat-spending monk?"
"… "
A few black lines hung down from the fortune teller's forehead: "I'm going to bald your uncle!"
Bang!
He threw a punch swiftly. Although he was also in the Spirit Severing Stage, the burly man didn't even catch a single punch. He was directly hit to the point of vomiting blood and even flew backwards...
"The divine fortune teller Fang Wu wins!"
…
“Give up!”
Chen Cheng stood at the edge of the arena, holding a flying sword, with a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
On the other side, the opponent at the early stage of the Spirit Severing Stage said calmly with contempt: "There is an insurmountable gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Spirit Severing Stage!"
"If a few years had passed, I would not be as good as you, but right now, you can't win!"
"How do you know if you don't try?"
Chen Cheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and refused to back down.
"In that case, it's no wonder that I acted so ruthlessly."
The other party sneered, and when he attacked again, he was even more violent...
At this moment, Chen Cheng suddenly felt a huge wave rushing towards him.
The difference in cultivation level forced her to hold on with difficulty, gritting her teeth and holding on in the face of the opponent's attack, looking for opportunities...
"I can still handle it."
"But, go down!"
The opponent snorted coldly, but it was not easy to kill the Purple Mansion disciple, so he gathered his strength and launched a heavy attack: "Chaos Cloak Sword Technique!"
Sla!
Wind blades swept in from all angles, carrying with them astonishing sword energy. Chen Cheng felt despair almost instantly.
But at this moment, the opponent suddenly frowned, and the originally terrifying sword technique also paused for a moment, revealing a small flaw...
And this is exactly the opportunity Chen Cheng has been waiting for!
"Purple Cloud Sword!"
choke!
Regardless of her injuries, she held the flying sword, and as she became one with the sword, she rushed through the many wind blades, and accurately seized the opportunity to force the opponent back, and the offensive collapsed in an instant.
“Damn it!”
The other party cursed in a low voice: "Last night, that bastard attacked me and injured me. I haven't recovered yet and I made some mistakes."
"But, this is the end of it. I won't give you any respite from now on..."
"Um?!"
He hadn't finished his words.
boom!!!!
There was a sudden and violent explosion at my feet.
The power was not particularly strong enough to kill him, but the shocking impact still blew him out of the ring in an instant...
"Chen Cheng wins."
The referee announced the result immediately.
“Damn it!!!!”
The opponent's face turned green, and he gritted his teeth: "If I hadn't been injured, why would I give you a chance!!!"
regret!
At this moment, I feel extremely regretful! If I had known earlier~~~
If~
If~
If I wasn't so stingy and took the pills to recover from all my injuries, how could I have made a mistake when performing the sword technique and let her succeed? !
What else can I do except regret
But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel frightened.
"Just now, what exploded at my feet seemed to be a... pill?!"
Pills, explosion
His head was buzzing, and his legs were injured. Thinking back on it now, he was even more confused...
Aren’t pills meant to be eaten
It can even explode and injure people?!
…
On the other hand, Zhou Yining's opponent also suffered almost the same treatment...
As Qi Zixiao's guardian disciples, their strength is naturally not weak, and they are also the best among the same level.
Although their opponents are at a higher level, they can still hold on for a while.
Then…
The other party's "arrogance" will make them suffer the consequences.
Do you think that when facing a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, you don’t need to care about such a minor injury, and it’s not worth wasting your own medicine
pity…
These Nascent Soul cultivators are stronger than they imagined.
…
"Oh, I'm dying, dying, dying..."
Fan Jianqiang screamed all the way and ran around on the ring, as if he had been beaten dizzy.
This scene caused many people to curse out loud.
"Who is this guy?"
"Judging from his attire, is he a disciple of Purple Mansion?"
"Are Purple Mansion disciples so incompetent? Isn't this bringing shame to Purple Mansion Holy Land?!"
"Is this person... worthy of becoming a disciple of Purple Mansion?"
"I'm afraid even I am better than him, right?"
In the stands, countless people expressed their dissatisfaction with Fan Jianqiang, and some even cursed him out loud...
However, Fan Jianqiang seemed to have heard nothing at all, and he ran everywhere with sparks and lightning all the way, and in the end he actually dragged the opponent until he was exhausted by the bombardment? !
Then, he knocked his opponent off the ring and won.
"How can this be possible?!"
"You can win with this?!"
"This kid really is... so lucky!"
…
"kill!!!"
Lu Ming's opponent is a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!
At this moment, Lu Ming was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. The gap between the two small realms could not be bridged even by an ordinary genius.
After all, the other party is not mediocre!
But Lu Ming kept his composure. The two fought with great style. Although they were both Nascent Soul cultivators and not as amazing as those in the Spirit Severing stage, their back and forth were very exciting.
Buzz!
At this moment, accompanied by his roar, the Ten Thousand Stars Art and the Ten Thousand Stars Body complemented each other, and above his head, a group of stars shone brightly!
"Is it the Purple Mansion Ten Thousand Stars Art?!"
"This Nascent Soul disciple can actually practice the Purple Mansion Sect-guarding Technique. He must be extraordinary!"
"He is... a Ten Thousand Star Body?!"
"What a pity, his cultivation is too low. Otherwise, he would be qualified to become the master of the contemporary Purple Mansion Holy Land..."
…
Boom!
The battle between Lu Ming and his opponent became more fierce. With the help of the Ten Thousand Stars Technique, Lu Ming displayed his extraordinary style. With his cultivation base of the middle Nascent Soul stage, he suppressed his opponent who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and launched a crazy attack!
boom!!!!
With a loud bang, Lu Ming beat his opponent until he vomited blood and admitted defeat!
…
"This kid is pretty amazing."
The divine fortune teller who had returned to Qi Zixiao's side muttered, "It's only been a short time since you started, but you've already reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul."
"At this moment, he is even able to defeat an opponent at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. He is indeed extraordinary."
"Junior Brother Lu Ming is more talented than the rest of us." Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining sighed.
“Don’t sell yourself short.”
Qi Zixiao shook his head slowly: "No one's future is predetermined at birth. Man can conquer nature!"
She spoke, but what she was thinking was...
Lu Ming is making rapid progress
Strong combat power? !
Basic operations!
He is the template for the protagonist. I even doubt whether he will have any adventure during this gathering of geniuses and finally make it to the finals or something, right
…
"Huh?"
Fan Jianqiang also came back. He looked very embarrassed, but he frowned and asked, "Why is Fatty still standing there?"
Divine Calculator: "..., Jianzi seems to have not appeared on the stage yet."
"What do you mean?" Fan Jianqiang was puzzled: "Are you waiting for the fat guy to admit defeat, or to step down? Or do you think the fat guy is not qualified to fight him?"
"… "
The divine fortune teller shook his head slowly: "I can't figure it out."
The two of them were puzzled, as were Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining. Only Qi Zixiao curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.
…
"Where is this... person?"
When Fatty Dan first came on stage, he was almost trembling and was about to give up and admit defeat.
It was only after Qi Zixiao asked him to give it a try that he mustered up the courage to come up.
But even so, my legs kept shaking.
After all, that was Jian Zi, whose cultivation was much higher than his own, and who could restrain his existence in all aspects. How could he fight? !
However, half an incense stick of time has passed since he went on stage, and most of the fights on the arena have already ended, but the swordsman has not even been seen
"Is Qiu Mobai here?!"
At this moment, the referee frowned and said, "If you don't go on stage within half an incense stick, you will automatically forfeit!"
The referee's voice, empowered by the true essence, spread throughout the entire 'gymnasium', but...
There was no response, and no one came on stage.
…
The Sword Sect area.
The elder who led the team frowned: "Where is Jianzi? Why hasn't he come on stage yet?!"
"I don't know..."
A group of ordinary disciples lowered their heads.
Where did Jianzi go
How would we know
They were helpless.
…
At the same time, in a pit thousands of miles away from the city, Qiu Mobai finally woke up slowly, but even so, he still felt a splitting headache.
This is the effect of the maze!