Thinking of the crisp sound of the gong, the Taoist was also stunned. Looking at the situation in front of him, he forgot to speak for a while.
A person on the other side stood up and shouted coldly: "Contestant Ba Liang, why do you dare to hurt someone after the competition is over? Your qualifications for the competition are disqualified!"
This Taoist felt a pang of pain in his heart. After all, after these disciples are killed once, their skills will be greatly reduced. These will be the mainstay of the sect in the future. After all, the price of death is not small. The higher the strength, the more afraid people are.
die.
As soon as Ye Cheng put away his spear, Zhan Tianxia's blood rolled out along the blood hole. He glanced at the man coldly and sneered: "The end of the game is marked by a gong. He clearly died before the sound, how could it become a game?"
It’s over, maybe it’s because the Taoist priest felt distressed when he saw that the person who died was a Wudang disciple!”
"You -" the Taoist was speechless for a moment, so he could only say: "You clearly have the upper hand, why do you still kill people? Don't you know that in this competition, all of them are decent people? From now on, they will all be the vanguard of the fight against the Demon Sect.
How is your behavior different from that of a disciple of the Demon Cult?"
The people watching the show immediately became concerned. As usual, they said that the casualties on the martial arts stage were not accidental. Yesterday, more than ten people were accidentally killed. Why is this Taoist priest so concerned about the life and death of his disciples without knowing the truth?
I really thought that this Taoist was protecting his disciples.
Ye Cheng said calmly: "The Taoist Master is so protective of his disciples. What should we, the outside disciples, do with it? The competition you held simply stipulates that only Wudang disciples can participate. Why do you need to be called a righteous man?"
"Damn, Wudang protects its own people like this. No wonder few of us disciples from other sects are promoted. It's all Wudang's one-man show. No wonder not a single Wudang disciple was selected in Huashan Sword Theory!"
"Well said, I was killed by Wudang disciples. Why don't you stand up and speak out? Now that they are killing your people, you just say this and that. You don't want them to advance, rubbish!"
Some people in the crowd looked excited and couldn't help but criticize and ridicule.
"Fuck, what are you guys talking about? We, Wudang, are holding this martial arts tournament and invited you here? We just want to get some benefits, why are you talking so much here!"
Some Wudang disciples immediately became angry and cursed loudly. They were scolded in front of their own homes. After all, it was not a pleasant thing to hear.
There was no clear distinction between right and wrong on the stage, but the audience was already in chaos. There was a lot of noise, everyone was insulting and attacking each other, and they didn't remember where they were at the moment. The scene was extremely heated, and Wudang disciples made up the majority after all.
, vaguely surrounding these outside disciples in a circle, it seems that if something goes wrong, they will take action.
Ye Cheng stood with his gun in hand and looked at the Taoists on the stage with a sneer, as if he was mocking them for dealing with these difficult matters. After all, the matter started because of them, so they must be responsible for it.
"Noisy!"
An explosion-like sound rang out, suppressing all the sounds in the noisy environment of thousands of people. Even Ye Cheng felt a roar in his ears and couldn't help but follow the sound.
I don't know when, but the door of the mansion that had been closed behind the martial arts stage was now wide open, and there were a group of Wudang disciples standing inside, each with a long sword on their back, their expressions were serious, and their eyes were shining. They were obviously extremely powerful masters.
There were several people standing at the gate. One of them was the gray-robed Taoist Yin Liting whom Ye Cheng had seen. In the middle, surrounded by stars, was an old Taoist with a white beard. He was wearing a white Taoist robe. Although it was made of coarse linen, he had an air of dignity.
It is no longer something that ordinary people can have.
The old man frowned slightly, looked at Ye Cheng in the stands, and said quietly: "I, Wudang, will not protect my disciples. If you win, you will win, and if you lose, you will lose. How can there be no reason to deny it! Fang Bojing
, tell me whether this kid killed someone before the gong sounded, or after the gong sounded?"
The Taoist who had previously said that Ye Cheng would be disqualified looked respectful, saluted slightly and said: "Contestant Ba Liang did kill Zhan Tianxia before the gong sounded!"
"Hmph! If that's the case, why do you want to disqualify this little friend? What a nonsense!"
The old Taoist shouted angrily, frightening Fang Bojing to the point where he hurriedly knelt down and said, "When I saw him killing the outer disciple Zhan Tianxia, I was so angry that I spoke out loud. Please punish me, Master!"
"Fang Bojing, return to Wudang Mountain immediately, face the wall and think about your mistakes, and you are not allowed to go down the mountain for three years!"
"Disciple accepts the order!"
Without saying a word, the Taoist quickly got off the stand, saluted the old Taoist priest, and then squeezed out of the crowd and left Shangyong City.
The old Taoist then looked at the players around him and said calmly: "My name is Huang Jue. What happened just now was because someone was bending the law for personal gain and has been severely punished by the old Taoist. I, Wudang, have always been fair and impartial in doing things, and will never protect any of my disciples.
If you have any objections, you can raise them. The elites from various factions who are coming this time can compete with confidence. As for those who want to disrupt the order of the competition, and those who slander our Wudang reputation, if they dare to gather people to instigate again, the old Taoist Huang
I will never let him go!"
Ye Cheng was shocked. The old Taoist in front of him was the highest-ranking person in Wudang except for the leader Zhang Sanfeng. He was indeed unfathomable. His open-mindedness was impressive. His eyes seemed to have seen all the vicissitudes of the world.
One feels a trace of guilt that cannot be concealed.
"Master, just let these little things go through the trouble. Sit in your room. I have something to discuss with you!"
"Sanjue, you usually take care of these disciples. Look what has happened. I have lost face to Wudang in front of so many people. If the master knows about it, even I will be punished!"
"Disciple realizes his mistake and will strictly control everyone from now on!"
Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the people who had turned and entered the door. The Taoist priest wearing brown robes immediately caught his attention, and he immediately knew that this person was the target of his mission - the Taoist Sanjue.
Slowly calming down the restless mood, the internal energy that was consumed just now, after such a toss, has now recovered, with a smile on his face, he tightly grasped the gun body with his right hand, thinking silently, let's start from here
Real killing.
He raised his head fiercely and said: "I'm going to ask the elites of each faction for their advice. I will choose the arena battle!"
"Depend on!"
The third group of players under the stage were immediately in an uproar. Even the players watching the excitement were shocked and started shouting. There was a trace of doubt that this little-known character had such courage to choose to fight in the ring.
Surprised, and a little bit disdainful.
At that moment, one person became unhappy. He turned over and jumped onto the martial arts stage. The long knife at his waist was thrust into his hand with a cold light, and he shouted coldly: "Boy, although you are pretty good, you really underestimate us. In the ring battle,
?I want to see how long you can hold on!"
Ye Cheng sneered: "You can only be considered the first!"
Without waiting for the opponent to reply, the blood-drinking spear suddenly struck out. Wearing a suit of armor, he rushed forward like a heavy fortress, and the spear stabbed the opponent fiercely with an afterimage.
At this moment, the man with the long sword realized how terrifying his opponent was. Even the momentum of this collision was no longer something he could resist. But after all, he had already entered the ring, so he would not jump off without a move. I guess that would be the case.
It would be better to kill him with one knife.
Warriors regard reputation as their life.
The man with the long knife also showed his ferocity. He kicked out hard and flew towards Ye Cheng, who was stabbing him. The long knife in his hand was like a rainbow setting in the sun, and with a sharp scream, he slashed towards the gun body.
Ye Cheng smiled lightly and said: "I don't know whether to live or die, the killing starts with you!"
Before he could finish his words, the spear had already been struck by a long knife.
"when--"
A huge sound spread throughout the audience. The man with the long knife suddenly felt a pain in his right hand. The account was shattered by the shock. Blood flowed down the handle of the knife. He almost lost control of the long knife and felt a sensation in his chest.
There was a moment of suffocation, as if being hit by a heavy hammer, and being blown backwards by an extremely strong force.
Ye Cheng's spear stood motionless, strode out, and did not change his move. He stabbed out again. This time, the man with the knife panicked. Just now, he relied on the morale of the first blow to barely resist the attack.
One shot, and now that he was wounded, he could not withstand the next blow.
Unfortunately, there was no time for him to admit defeat. While his body was still in the air, he could only twist his body with all his strength and throw the long knife towards Ye Cheng in exchange for a chance to breathe.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound, and the long knife hit Ye Cheng's chest exactly as the man thought. But what disappointed him was that Ye Cheng was still intact, without even a slight pause.
It is protected by a blue armor with strong protective power. How can a person who has lost his spirit and is injured be able to break through it?
"ah"!
The man with the long sword let out a frightening scream, which made everyone watching around tremble in their hearts. However, they saw that he had been pierced through the chest and abdomen by a spear, and the blood on the body in mid-air was still gushing out and spilling on the ring.
Ye Cheng's spear shook, and the body hanging on the gun was thrown out by him, and it was thrown on the long street. The spear, which originally showed red light, became even more red when soaked in blood. The tip of the gun was
The little bit of cold light reflected makes people feel even colder in this winter, like falling into an ice cave.
These two spears may seem simple, but in fact they are not. Those who rush into the battle should move forward courageously to gain the awe-inspiring attitude. Before the enemy arrives, the aura has already overwhelmed the opponent's mind, so there is no reason to be invincible.
Therefore, with these two guns, Ye Cheng has gathered all his understanding and experience of guns. In terms of using guns, he can be regarded as stepping into the threshold. He is no longer as heavy on moves as he was in the past.
The blood drops dripping down the spear seemed to be describing the tragedy just now. Ye Cheng looked at the people in the audience coldly, as if he was the master. That look in his eyes was already a letter of challenge. This opponent was from the third group.
All members.
In comparison, the other two arenas were overshadowed. Except for the players who had to go on stage to compete, everyone else looked here. It seemed that this venue was the center of this competition.
