By the time the second round began, the venue was already filled with monks, nearly 12,000 people.
Most of them are Qi training and foundation-building monks.
Studying spells behind closed doors at home is not as fast as learning other people's experiences through competition.
Maybe inadvertently, the monks can realize some knowledge.
Therefore, whenever there is a good match in the fighting arena, monks will come.
Although today's competition is a literary competition, most of them are in the middle and late stages of foundation building. There is one who is in the early stage of foundation building and is a magic genius.
This is very interesting to the idle monks in the city.
"The second round, the first battle, starts now."
The contest was between Taoist Huangshi who was in the late stage of foundation building and Taoist Linjiang who was in the middle stage of foundation building.
Earth overcomes water, late stage versus mid stage.
Linjiang could not hold out for less than a quarter of an hour before he was knocked away by Huangshi.
"In the first game, Taoist Huangshi won!"
Huang Shi was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, his face was earthy, his forehead was covered with wrinkles that looked like sculptures, and he walked back to the lounge with an unchanged expression.
"Uncle Master, it's your turn to appear."
The qi training disciple came and knocked on the door, and Long Dahai walked out of the lounge.
"The second battle is about to begin."
"The first person to introduce is the magic genius in the early stage of foundation building, Taoist Qinghu."
Long Dahai walked out calmly. Looking at the viewing seats that were now filled with monks, Long Dahai was a little nervous.
Facing thousands of people without trembling is also a test for the stability of a monk's soul.
Long Dahai walked to his position and had adapted to this environment.
"The next person I will introduce is Taoist Gale, who is in the middle stage of foundation building."
A monk wearing plain white robes walked in slowly.
This monk was so frail that he could be blown down by a gust of wind, yet his Taoist nickname was "Fierce Wind".
"Both parties are ready, please raise your hands to signal."
Long Dahai and Liefeng raised their right hands.
"Preparations are complete, the competition begins now!"
After the host finished speaking, Long Dahai planned to salute as usual.
Unexpectedly, when the person on the other side raised his luggage, a strong wind came out and swept over him.
Don’t talk about martial ethics!
Long Dahai also blew up a wind barrier with his backhand, forming an inverted V shape to protect him.
When the strong wind came, it was cut open by the wind barrier in front of Long Dahai.
In a few breaths, one casts a spell and the other breaks it!
The audience in the viewing gallery was immediately mobilized.
"Will Qinghu be able to control the wind so exquisitely?"
"It seems that Qinghu didn't use all his strength when fighting against my sister."
Liu Yan was a little surprised to see Qinghu's clever way of breaking through the strong wind.
His younger brother Liucheng stood up and looked very carefully.
The same goes for the audience who watched Long Dahai's first battle.
The audience is looking forward to the next performance of this magic genius.
When Liefeng saw that his strong wind was broken, he immediately raised his hand and made another tornado, and then a fan full of blue feathers appeared in his hand.
The fan shook slightly, transforming into dozens of wind blades, trying to attack.
"Too greedy!"
Long Dahai easily defused the tornado. When he saw the magic weapon coming out from the other side, he immediately stepped on the ground.
The ground on both sides of the ground immediately separated, and a crack spread quickly toward the strong wind.
The dozens of wind blades that appeared were about to dissipate immediately.
"I'll take over!"
Long Dahai took advantage of the strong wind to fly into the sky, lost control of the wind blades, and immediately took over three of them.
Condensing the surrounding wind force, three half-human-high wind blades were formed.
Gale noticed something was wrong in the air and immediately waved his magic weapon to form a cyan shield in front of him.
Then he took out another magic weapon and held it in his hand.
"go!"
Long Dahai controlled the wind blade and faced the strong wind.
Dang! Dang!
puff!
when!
The three wind blades shot in a row and hit the blue shield one after another, all three hitting the same place.
The first two were offset by the shield, and after the last one hit, the shield was broken.
Finally, it hit the shield held by Gale Feng.
With this blow, the gale was already in the sky above the edge of the circle.
Immediately afterwards, a white flying sword flew over.
Hit Gale's shield accurately and send him out of bounds!
"In the second battle, the winner is Taoist Qinghu!"
"oh!"
The audience at the scene cheered.
A monk who was in the early stage of foundation building actually defeated two monks who were in the middle stage of foundation building in a row. How could this become a hot topic in the competition arena in the next week?
Long Dahai returned to the lounge, waiting for the draw before the next game.
The third game was also very exciting.
This is a duel between monks in the late stage of foundation establishment and swordsmanship masters in the middle stage of foundation establishment.
The fight didn't last long.
A master of swordsmanship knows that if he competes in cultivation and prolongs the battle, he will definitely lose.
So from the very beginning, the swordsman masters tried their best.
The sword light that filled the sky shattered the spells of the monks in the late stage of foundation building.
Finally, the master of swordsmanship merged his sword with his hands and thrust forward with his hands together.
A sharp and huge sword headed directly towards where the monks were in the late stage of foundation building.
If it is a real duel, the monks in the late stage of foundation building can find ways to avoid the sharp edge.
But here, he has no way out.
A high-level magic weapon shield was protected in front of him.
The monk in the late stage of foundation building uses his deep magic power to increase the shield's defense to the highest level.
Bang!
The swordsman master fell to the ground with blood in his mouth.
The monk who was in the late stage of foundation building finally became a little timid. Faced with this desperate attack, he did not want to be seriously injured.
He was repulsed by the master of swordsmanship. Although he finally stood up in embarrassment, he also flew out of the circle.
"In the third battle, Mad Sword Taoist won!"
The fight just now was even more exciting, with many spectators watching intently, observing the swordsman masters extremely carefully.
Being a swordsman is the dream of many monks.
Now that I meet someone, how can I miss it?
In the end, when the master of swordsmanship won, the audience burst into applause, touched by his indomitable spirit.
"Because Kuangjian was seriously injured, the Battle of the Village Lords has been suspended for two hours. The Arena will then arrange other matches tonight."
When Mu Nong Tang saw someone injured, he stopped the game as usual and gave Mad Sword two hours to recover.
After two hours, Kuangjian will play regardless of how he recovers, as long as he doesn't give up.
The game was suspended, and Long Dahai asked about the reason, and learned the name of the swordsman Kuang Feng.
"Being able to defeat the late-stage monks seems to be a formidable opponent."
"Why do you have the idea to take a look?"
"Am I also a fighting maniac?"
Various thoughts surged through Long Hai's mind, and he finally collected his thoughts and realized the shortcomings of the two battles and the methods of the foundation-building monks.
In the competition arena, many spectators during the Qi training period heard that the next game was postponed for two hours. At this time, they walked out of the competition arena to fill their stomachs.
During this period, we were discussing Crazy Sword and Qinghu Taoist.
"Of course the mad sword is very powerful. It defeated the master of swordsmanship in the late stage of foundation building!"
"Pull him down, this is a civil fight. If it's a physical fight, the mad sword will definitely not be able to defeat him."
"No matter what the fight is, he does win!"
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A group of teenagers, some in middle school, were having a very lively discussion.