After much thought, the sect leader always felt that something was wrong, but he could never find the problem.

Could it be that he was worrying too much? The sect leader couldn't think of an answer and decided to observe again.

After a round of competition, it was finally Zheng Qiu's turn to enter the ring.

He took out two lidless wooden boxes, one was hung on the left side of his belt and filled with white paper, and the other was hung on the right side of his belt, which contained a pen that had absorbed enough ink. After preparing all these, he tidied up his clothes.

Jogging onto the ring.

Seeing that the person who came up was a child, the disciples of Jueqing Suixinzhuang looked at each other. How can this compare? Isn't it bullying to let the older ones come on? But what if this child pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger? It won't look good if he loses.

After deliberation for a long time, a disciple of Jueqing Suixinzhuang shouted: "Little brother, what kind of cultivation level do you have?"

"I?"

Zheng Qiu scratched his head repeatedly. He didn't know how to answer this question. The master said that he looked like a pneumatic tire, the Qi Control Realm, and the Qi Condensation Realm. So what kind of realm was that?

After thinking for a long time, Zheng Qiu decided to keep it low to prevent the other party from sending powerful people.

"I, I, I haven't reached the air control realm yet!"

After Zheng Qiu finished speaking, the crowd fell silent for a moment. Everyone's eyes widened, wondering if they had heard wrongly.

After a while, someone asked: "What did you just say? Say it again."

"I haven't reached the air control realm yet." After Zheng Qiu said it for the second time, the crowd in the audience burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, it turns out to be a pneumatic tire."

"Hahaha, no, no, no, my stomach hurts from laughing!"

"I didn't expect to see pneumatic tires today. It's an eye-opener, haha."

"Don't laugh, I'm a guest, hold it in."

"Hahahaha, I can't hold it in anymore!"

The sect leader's face turned red and his eyes kept glaring in the direction of Elder Mingzong. Elder Mingzong shrugged his shoulders, as if "I can't help it, it's up to you."

Ge Wuqing, who had not paid attention to the competition in the arena for a long time, also turned his head, frowned and asked: "Master Mingkong, what does this mean? My invitation clearly stated that I invite the elders of your sect to bring their most proud disciples. I'm afraid...

"

The sect leader smiled awkwardly and replied helplessly: "Elder Mingzong of our sect is the only disciple, and there is no one else to bring besides him."

Hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across Ge Qingqing's face, and then it turned into a smile: "I guess this disciple has something special, so let's give it a try."

Ge Wuqing recruited a disciple from Jueqing Suixinzhuang and asked him to give a message to the people around the ring. Soon, the laughter around the ring disappeared, and a young man in his twenties walked out of the crowd.

The young man stepped onto the ring and said to Zheng Qiu with his hands behind his back: "Little brother, I am already in the Qi Condensation state. Your attacks can't hurt me. Just attack as much as you like."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Qiu shook his head and refused: "Brother, I can't do it. I can only defend, I haven't learned to attack yet."

Zheng Qiu's words made the young man angry and funny. He thought to himself: "Defense? What else can a pneumatic tire defend against? It will be blown away by a wave of air."

Although the young man thought so in his heart, he said: "Well, I will count down to seven times and use a wave of air with the lowest skill in the air control realm to attack the ring surface on your right. If you can't guard it, don't catch it.

.”

Zheng Qiu nodded: "Okay."

"seven……"

Zheng Qiu reached for the wooden box on his waist with both hands and took out a pen and paper.

"six……"

Zheng Qiu picked up the pen, brushed it, and drew the curse pattern of the sword-blocking clay figurine curse on the paper.

"five……"

Zheng Qiu took out three brown heaven and earth crystals from his left sleeve, broke them skillfully, wrapped them in paper, and threw them onto the ring on his right.

"Four……"

While throwing the paper ball, he recited the mantra: "The four directions of the sky, the gods have orders, the earth is made of figurines, taking my shape, water and fire are hard to attack, and swords and soldiers cannot touch my clothes!"

"One." After counting the last number, the young man pushed lightly with his left hand and released a wave of air at will.

Zheng Qiu also finished reciting the mantra at the same time, and a cloud of yellow-brown mist suddenly appeared on the paper ball. The mist immediately turned into soil, condensed with each other, and formed an earthen figurine that was half a head taller than Zheng Qiu.

Bang, the air wave hit the square shield held by the earthen figurine, splashing out mud spots and leaving a dent as big as a fist. After a while, the earthen figurine turned into mist again and slowly dissipated without a trace.

The young man opened his eyes wide and was slightly surprised by the result: "The spell! It was cast so fast!"

The process of Zheng Qiu casting the spell just now was watched by Ge Wuqing. He clearly saw Zheng Qiu taking out the Heaven and Earth Crystal from his sleeve and using the Heaven and Earth Crystal to cast the spell.

Ge Wuqing frowned, his tone revealing his displeasure: "Master Mingkong, this is a competition of cultivation, not to see who has more money. What's the point of using heaven and earth crystals to cast spells?"

Realizing that Ge Wuqing was unhappy, the sect leader smiled apologetically and turned his gaze to Elder Mingzong, with a clear message in his eyes: "Hurry up and clean up this mess."

Elder Mingzong nodded slightly, put down his wine bowl, stood up, and bowed his hands to Ge Wuqing: "Master Ge, I, Mingzong, this child is my apprentice."

Seeing Ge Qingqing looking at him, Elder Mingzong bowed again: "Master Ge, let me tell you the truth, this child has been a disciple for less than a year and has not laid a solid foundation. Naturally, he has not learned any skills. These spells are still

Before going to the banquet, practice day and night to make it quick.”

"That's it..." Ge Wuqing pondered for a while, then waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. Since he doesn't know the techniques, there's no need to compete. Let him come down and rest."

When Zheng Qiu walked down from the ring and sat back at the banquet table, Ge Wuqing glanced at the courtyard and asked the sect leader: "Have the competition between the noble sects and the master Mingkong finished?"

"My apprentice Li Mojian has not yet competed."

Ge Qingqing's eyes brightened: "Oh! The disciple of Master Mingkong must be extremely talented."

"Zhuang Master Ge is ridiculous, my apprentice is only in the Qi Condensation Realm, and he is not considered to be exceptionally talented." The sect leader smiled and shook his head, and said to the banquet table below: "Mo Jian, hurry up and compete in the ring."

Li Mojian and Mingkong Zilin were sitting at the same table. At this time, he was busy helping his junior sister peel fruits, and at the same time, he had to control his junior sister and not let her drink.

Hearing the sect master calling him, Li Mojian quickly threw down the fruit in his hand, shook off the scattered peel on his clothes, and stood up.

Before he could even take two steps, Zi Lin's figure flashed out from behind and rushed onto the ring.

"I'll compete first, I'll compete first!" Mingkong Zilin gnawed on the fruit and jumped up and down on the ring.

"Junior sister!" Li Mojian walked up to the ring and wanted to persuade her to get down, "It's not your turn yet, listen to the sect leader."

Mingkong Zilin hid aside and threw the core into Li Mojian's arms: "No, my hands are itchy, so I want to compete now."

"Zi Lin, come down! What a nonsense!" The sect leader stood up and shouted angrily towards the ring, "Come down quickly! What are you comparing to, come down!"

"If you don't listen, if you don't listen, I will compete." Mingkong Zilin covered her ears and pretended not to hear the sect master's shouts. She avoided Li Mojian on the ring and kept circling.

Ge Wuqing looked at it for a while and asked: "Master Mingkong, who is this little girl?"
Chapter completed!