[69 Book Bar - www.] Yang Quan lowered his face, and his eyes that wanted to kill people were undisguised. The three women and Wei Meng all saw Yang Quan's mentality, and they did not speak, leaving Yang Quan alone to ponder. Yang Quan knew the intention of the sword-loving Lord, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys. Maybe others couldn't see it, but Yang Quan felt waves of pain in his face. This was a slap in the face from Chi Guoguo, a slap in Yang Quan's face.
"Let's go, stop wandering, go back and sharpen your sword!" Yang Quan said calmly. The surprising calmness made the three girls and Wei Meng feel their scalps go numb.
"What are you sharpening your sword for?"
"Sword sharpening is good for killing people. Tomorrow's sword sharpening competition, I will stain the arena with blood to pay tribute to the Nine Swords Sect!"
With a swipe, Yang Quan left a shadow and walked out of the city gate. With a whoosh, the figure disappeared, leaving four people stunned on the spot.
"Three sisters-in-law, let's follow quickly!" Wei Meng looked at Yang Quan who was leaving. At this moment, the responsibility of protecting the three girls fell on him, which was as heavy as Mount Tai.
"Yes!" The three women nodded, and under the leadership of Wei Meng, they walked out of the city gate, then jumped and flew towards the Zhonghua Gate.
Wei Meng and the three girls hurried slowly and hurriedly. An hour later, they arrived at Wujian Gate. Then the three girls returned to the mountain behind Zhonghua Gate, but they could not find Yang Quan. After asking Master Dongyue, they found out that Yang Quan As soon as he came back, he locked himself in the treasure room without seeing anyone.
The three girls worriedly stayed outside the treasure room and stayed awake all night, while Yang Quan stayed in the treasure room and stayed awake all night.
At dawn, the door of the treasure room opened. Yang Quan looked a little tired, and the three women couldn't bear to see it. The three of them didn't know what Yang Quan was thinking, and they were very worried.
"Husband!" Zhou Qianqian didn't say anything, just called softly.
"You three, go back and have a rest. You haven't slept all night. Be careful of wrinkles. Wrinkles are not beautiful! If you are not beautiful, be careful that your husband will dislike you!" Yang Quan forced a smile and joked with the three girls.
Tears streamed down the three women's faces. Their hearts moved and they shed thousands of tears. Their men were unhappy and forced to smile and care about them. They were moved.
"Okay, okay, don't cry. My husband is teasing you. I won't let you go. I swear!" Yang Quan thought they believed his joke, so he smiled helplessly and comforted them.
"Husband, we know that you are unhappy. If we can, we are really willing to share the burden with you. It's just that the three of us are useless. So far, we can't help you in the slightest, and we often distract you!" Zhou Qianqian! Said, crying even harder, Ye Xue and Hu Xia leaned on Zhou Qianqian and cried together.
"Qianqian, Xiaoxue, little sister, I know you are doing it for my own good, but I really hope you stay away from these right and wrongs. After all, you are too simple. I don't want you to be upset, let alone get you hurt, so there are some things I I think I can handle it myself! Go back, I'm going to participate in the sword sharpening competition!" Yang Quan left without looking back.
The three women looked at Yang Quan's tall back with misty eyes. In their hearts, he was definitely an upright man, although sometimes he was too chauvinistic.
Mojian City has four gates in the east, west, north and south, each with a powerful saint sitting in charge. If anyone dares to cause trouble here and now, he will definitely be impatient.
These four holy masters are mainly responsible for the security of the main city of Mojian City, but today's home field is not the main city of Mojian City, but the competition arena located in Mojian Gate.
The start time of the competition is set at noon. This early in the morning, crowds of people are rushing towards the competition arena. There are contestants here, and of course most of them are spectators. After all, there are only 10,000 invitations, but there are so many people.
It would be no less than a million. Moreover, it was early in the morning and there were still several hours before noon. No one could predict how many people would come one after another within these few hours.
Yang Quan and Liu Bowen were among this surging crowd. Yang Quan was already very unhappy, but when he was crowded by the crowd again, he suddenly became furious. He was about to explode, but was stopped by Liu Bowen. Yang Quan looked around and suppressed his anger.
, finally arrived at the registration office, Liu Bowen took out the invitation card he got from Wei Meng, and entered the venue smoothly.
When entering the venue, Yang Quan and Liu Bowen each received a waist badge. Their names were engraved on the waist badge using a secret method. However, their two waist badges were different. Liu Bowen's waist badge was red with a "
The word "qi" is on it, while Yang Quan's waistband is gray with the word "fight" on it.
The two were separated by the person who guided them because the venue for their competition was different. When parting, the two did not talk much. Liu Bowen knew Yang Quan's character, so he felt that there was no need to be verbose.
Yang Quan was brought into the venue where the contestants rested. It was an extremely huge space. Each space was forged with great skill. It was a room of its own. Each player was in a room alone. They could not see each other's information. This was also
Confidentiality of contestants will be maintained to the greatest extent possible.
Yang Quan looked around at the decoration of the room. It was very simple. There was only a stool carved from jade, and the walls were made of sound insulation materials. The walls were empty except for the wall facing the ring, which had a square opening.
Windows for players to watch other players compete.
Through the window, Yang Quan's mind was released towards the competition arena. With a bang, his mind hit a wall. He didn't know what material the arena was made of. It's not surprising that it can isolate his consciousness, but it can isolate Yang Quan's consciousness.
Mind, that would be very strange.
Yang Quan walked to the window helplessly and glanced at the competition arena with the naked eye. The arena seemed far away, but it also seemed very close. Under the naked eye, the arena was not big. It seemed to be only as big as a football field, but
Such a limited place was actually divided into a thousand pieces. This small piece of land was a small space, like a honeycomb. Yang Quan guessed that some arenas might be their own space, and each small arena was a mini.
The plane is completely isolated from the outside world.
He walked back to the stool and sat down. As soon as he sat down, he felt the strangeness of the stool. This stool could quickly replenish the energy consumed by the players. He only felt majestic energy fluctuations coming from his butt.
, the man became much more energetic all of a sudden. He closed his eyes and waited quietly for the competition to begin.
At noon, a ray of sunlight came directly from the window and hit Yang Quan's eyelids. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a cold killing intent in his eyes. He curled up the corner of his mouth, the moment of killing had finally arrived, and the anger accumulated in his heart
Will be released soon.
Buzz!
Yang Quan's waist card suddenly flashed. Yang Quan's mind penetrated and displayed the number of the fighting arena and the opponent's information. Yang Quan only glanced at it and saw that the opponent was a semi-saint.
Suddenly, a strong suction force poured into the room from the window. Yang Quan was sucked out without any resistance. However, in the blink of an eye, Yang Quan was dragged into a ring.
Sure enough, as he thought, this arena is not in the same plane as the outside world. This arena is isolated from all consciousness, mind, and even skills. However, the outside world can observe the competition with the naked eye, so that people outside can be prevented from cheating, because there are
The secret method can draw in external forces for one's own use, just like when Duan Tiandao was on Earth, he drew on his own power to fight against Liu Bowen.
"The fight begins, the one who wins by crushing the opponent's waist card!" The same voice echoed on the arena, which was the signal for the start of the game.
Yang Quan stared at the half-saint opposite, saw him pick up his waist card, smiled faintly at Yang Quan, and then said: "I will withdraw voluntarily and form a good relationship with your sect. I hope your sect can be a good partner for the Nine."
Sword Sect takes revenge, don’t let down the sects like us who have good relations with your sect!”
After leaving these words, the opponent pinched his waist card hard, and with a click, his whole body was sucked out of the ring by the suction force. Yang Quan's waist card flashed, and he looked down, showing that he was victorious, and that
The semi-saint failed, and his name turned gray.
A small black dot fell in the void. Yang Quan grabbed it with his big hand and took a closer look. It was a storage bag. Inside were 10,000 heaven-grade spiritual stones and a handful of spiritual weapons. The quality was not bad. Yang Quan smiled lightly and said,
It turns out that in addition to the rewards of the final holy weapon and the Phoenix Nirvana Pill, the winner of each battle also has rewards. Although this reward is not in Yang Quan's eyes, it is a considerable sum of money for monks below the holy realm.
of wealth.
Yang Quan put the bag away, and was suddenly sucked away by the suction force. The next moment, he appeared on another stage. Opposite him was another half-saint. This half-saint looked at Yang Quan with an evil smile and smiled contemptuously.
: "Young Jindan cultivator actually dares to compete! I'm going to kill you because I think my hands are dirty. If you kowtow to me three times and then squeeze out all your money, I'll spare your life!"
Yang Quan sneered and shook his head. This person must be from outside the mainland. He said softly: "You are not ashamed of your words!"
"You are looking for...death!" After the half-saint finished speaking the first two words, the word 'death' was still on his lips, and he found that he had no breath to say the last word.
Then his eyes turned white and he fell down on the ring with a plop. All he could see was a hair-thin wound on his neck. At this moment, the wound was gushing out with blood.
Yang Quan didn't say much, he walked straight over and stepped on his belt. With a whoosh, the man's body was sucked out. Yang Quan's belt flashed and there was an additional record, the record of victory.
.
"Did you just see the little golden elixir monk take action?"
"He doesn't seem to be moving! But he seems to be moving!"
"He must have moved, otherwise how could his opponent die! It's just that his speed is so fast that we can't see his moves clearly!"
On the stage, everyone was talking about it. Golden elixir cultivator unknowingly killed the half-saint instantly, and Yang Quan instantly became a hot topic.
There is a transparent stone tablet in the sky above the competition arena. This stone tablet is suspended in the sky. I don't know what material it is made of, but it shows a hundred floating data, data visible to the naked eye.
Yes, this is the competition statistics monument, and Yang Quan's name is clearly on it, but it's a little behind.
