"Ah..." Wu Zaiyu was shocked, but it was already more than a minute too late to avoid it. There was a crackling sound, and his legs were suddenly attacked by the green light. His whole body seemed to have been shocked by electricity, and he screamed,

It fell straight down.

Although Zinuo's treasured mirror is not an attack-focused magic weapon, it is still a top-grade spiritual weapon. In addition, Shui Zhuer has fully activated the three attack restrictions and magic circles inside the treasured mirror, and its attack power is definitely not less than thirty.

Strong military commanders of several levels use green martial arts attack skills.

So Wu Ziyu was caught off guard and was immediately knocked out. He fell on the field and couldn't get up for a long time.

Originally, if Wu Zaiyu was careful and focused on defense, it would be difficult for the attack launched by the Zinuo Mirror to hit him. The blame is that he was too careless, and the Zinuo Mirror was too unexpected.

"Senior Brother Wu accepted." After Wu Zaiyu fell to the ground, his whole body was shaking, his face was pale, he reluctantly got up, and Shui Zhuer took a few steps forward and said.

"I...I gave up." Wu Zaiyu sighed deeply, looked helplessly at the cyan mirror above Shuizhu'er's head, shook his head, looking very depressed, then raised his head and asked, "Shui Zhu'er

Junior sister, can you tell me who refined this magical weapon of yours? It can be used both offensively and defensively, it is so powerful."

"Haha... I'm sorry, little sister, it's hard to tell me this." Shuizhu'er squeezed the magic formula, and the cyan mirror the size of a bowl instantly shrunk to only half the size of a palm. Shui Zhu'er held it with great care.

Put it in your arms and store it close to your body.

The referee then announced that Shui Zhuer had won the match.

"Junior brother, Junior Sister Shui's Zinuo Mirror is so powerful. Are the bracelets and orbs you gave me and Brother Zizhou equally powerful?" Feng Ziyan asked in surprise.

"Well, your three magic weapons are all high-grade spiritual weapons, and their effects are almost the same." Zheng Zinuo nodded.

At this moment, the referee announced the list of players for the next match: No. 95 Wang Qing from Lihuofeng vs. No. 96 Zheng Zinuo from Xunfeng Peak.

"Huh? I didn't expect to face him so soon." Hearing this, Zheng Zinuo turned his head and glanced at Wang Qing, who was not far away. Wang Qing was also looking at him. The two of them had not yet entered the battlefield.

A strong spark of fighting broke out.

"Zino is your turn, come on!" Feng Ziyan, Xiao Waner and others encouraged, but they had absolute confidence in Zheng Zinuo and knew that if there was no unbelievable surprise in this championship, it would definitely be a very special one.

He belongs to none other than him.

"Okay, don't worry, watch my performance." Zheng Zinuo smiled and strolled towards the high platform.

"Junior Brother Zheng, come on!" Zheng Zinuo went up from below and happened to meet Shui Zhuer coming down from the high platform. The two passed by each other, and Shui Zhuer excitedly cheered Zheng Zinuo from afar.

"Haha...Senior Sister Shui performed so well." Zheng Zinuo nodded.

"It's not a magic weapon you gave me, come on." Shui Zhuer's pretty face turned slightly red and she said shyly.

"Well, don't worry." Zheng Zinuo is still so confident.

Walking to the high platform, the two of them clasped their fists and saluted, and then the referee announced the start of the game.

"Junior brother Zheng, I know you have a very magical magic weapon. If you are capable, how about you don't use that magic weapon to fight me openly?" Wang Qing said.

"Do I still need to use that magic weapon to beat you? I am defeated." Zheng Zinuo smiled contemptuously.

"You!" Wang Qing suddenly became furious when he heard this and shouted, "Then let's fight with bare hands. I want to see how capable you are!" After saying that, he called out his cyan martial spirit and followed it.

What is displayed above is the thirty-fifth level of soul power cultivation.

"Level 35." Zheng Zinuo smiled, shook his head, and called out his discolored yellow martial spirit, which showed his level 48 soul power cultivation.

"How is that possible? Level four...level 49 martial arts cultivation!" Wang Qing was shocked, and everyone on the side, except for the few people at Xunfeng Peak, stared at Zheng Zinuo in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster.

generally.

A low-talented person with a yellow martial spirit actually reached the forty-ninth level of martial arts cultivation at the age of sixteen. This is simply unbelievable. Even a top-level talent with a purple martial spirit could achieve such an achievement before the age of twenty.

It's already amazing, not to mention the talent of the yellow spirit.

"Hurry up and tell the sect master, the two elders and the five peak masters to come here quickly." One of the referees on the battlefield told the other referee.

The referee nodded and quickly ran towards the podium.

"Senior Brother Wang, do you think we should continue this game?" Zheng Zinuo said to Wang Qing without paying too much attention to the expressions of the surrounding audience.

"Why...why don't I compete? Even if I die in battle, I won't give in easily, ah!" Wang Qing roared, and directly used the green martial arts to fly towards Zheng Zinuo.

"Since you want to humiliate yourself, you can't blame me!" Zheng Zinuo's expression suddenly became firm, and he shouted, "It's overwhelming!" The cyan martial arts skills were instantly launched, and he was facing the attacking Wang Qing from all directions.

Attacked indiscriminately.

"Ah..." With a scream, Wang Qing flew out like a fallen leaf in the wind and fell directly outside the fighting platform.

One move! It took just one move to knock down a strong military commander of more than thirty levels. This is really amazing.

At this time, Tao Wuyang and other eight leaders of Lingyin Sect rushed over. Feng Qingyun and Liang Youming were still lying on the bed and therefore did not come forward.

Seeing Zheng Zinuo's soul power that reached the forty-ninth level, everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but secretly admire Zheng Zinuo at the same time. They all thought that Zheng Zinuo could cultivate in such a short period of time with the talent of the yellow martial spirit.

Reaching such a high level is all thanks to that magical magic weapon.

Everyone in Lihuo Peak was surprised and indignant. Wang Qing even got up from the ground, glared at Zheng Zinuo and walked away.

"Yeah, that's awesome, Zino wins." Xiao Waner and others on the sidelines cheered loudly.

"Well done Zino, you defeated Wang Qing with one move. If nothing goes wrong, you should be the champion of this martial arts competition." Zheng Zizhou also said with great relief.

"Haha... things in the world are unpredictable." Zheng Zinuo shook his head and continued, "Well, my brother is on the battlefield number one, and the serial number is nine, so I guess that's about it. Let's go quickly."

A group of people followed Zheng Zizhou to the No. 1 battlefield. It was the end of the fourth battle at this time. Since Shui Zhuer and Wu Zaiyu had just spent a long time, the No. 1 competition venue had already reached the fourth battle.

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Zheng Zinuo and others were unfamiliar with the two people on the field. They saw an average-looking woman in red clothes, about thirty years old, pressing down and beating the young man opposite, about twenty years old.

He was about to lose his battle without holding on any longer.

Since the martial arts conference had a large number of people and they were all from the same sect, the elders of the sect encouraged the disciples to wear their own clothes instead of sect uniforms, which would be easy to confuse and make it difficult to distinguish their identities, so the woman wore it
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