At noon, the fifth round of competition began. In the fourth round of competition, a total of forty-four strong players passed smoothly. Those who were able to reach this point relied on their true strength. As they got to the back, their opponents
The more terrifying it is.
As one of the forty-four people, Wang Teng is very likely to encounter any opponent. His biggest threat is the three elite disciples with twenty-five skills, especially Zhang Yuan from Humen that day. If he encounters
, he himself didn’t have much confidence that he could defeat him.
Now he can only take one step at a time. If he can avoid encountering the three of them, he may really pass the six rounds of competition and become one of the top ten. If his foundation is better, becoming a disciple of the Royal Sect is also possible.
Not impossible.
Many people looked at Wang Teng's back and felt extremely emotional in their hearts. Who would have thought that he, who was still a mortal six months ago, would now reach such a stage.
The melodious bell rang again, and when everyone saw the names appearing on the white jade pillars, they felt extremely excited. Finally, some dark horses that others were optimistic about began to meet in this round of competition.
Wang Teng was not selected at the beginning. He used this time to carefully watch the competitions on the competition platform. It must be said that the remaining cultivators are all great masters, and their strength is better than that of Bai Bai.
Taidu is only strong and not weak.
Many practitioners have even mastered the first-level martial arts magic, and even the second-level martial arts magic. In comparison, Wang Teng feels that the Xiaochi sect's skills are too shabby. No wonder no disciple has reached the fifth round in so many years.
Contest.
When he saw Lin Wan's competition, Wang Teng's eyes lit up. Lin Wan's strength was extraordinary. If he fought against him, he would only have half the chance of victory. Of course, Lin Wan had practiced three or four years more than him.
, if Wang Teng could have as much time as him, who knows where his strength would be.
"It's Wang Teng, it's finally Wang Teng's turn!" As soon as Wang Teng's name appeared on the blue crystal of the white jade pillar, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. His fame is no less than that of the three Gengu Er.
Fifteen is a genius.
"Yang Jun from Qingyang Clan, no way! Isn't that the son of Elder Yang Tian of Qingyang Clan?"
"Yes, that's him! This Yang Jun has a good base. He has twenty-four. His record along the way is also extremely extraordinary. He got a high score of thirty-two. Although he is one point less than Wang Teng, his base is better than Wang Teng's.
He is much superior, and he has a good chance of becoming a disciple of the Imperial Clan."
"Qingyang Sect has produced numerous talents since ancient times. There have been two or three Yuhuang Sect disciples, who are second to none among the sects of this generation in Qinglong City. I heard that Elder Yang Tian was also one of the presiding elders of this grand event. Wang Tengyu
When he gets to Yang Jun, he can only be considered unlucky."
"……."
All kinds of discussions spread among the people at once, and the elders of Xiaochi Sect all looked ugly, and they also complained in their hearts about why Wang Teng met such an opponent.
What they are worried about is not Yang Jun. Although he is powerful, Wang Teng also hopes to defeat him. What really worries them is Yang Jun's father, Elder Yang Tian. He controls part of the scoring rights and represents Qingyang Clan.
By hosting this grand event, even if Wang Teng defeated Yang Jun, I'm afraid he wouldn't gain much benefit.
Wang Teng naturally knows this, but it doesn't matter to him. Whether he can join Yuhuangmen has little impact on him. He just wants to have a good fight and let everyone know that he is the king.
Teng, has strength.
Yang Jun is a handsome young man, wearing a beige robe. Perhaps because of his father's extraordinary status, there is a hint of aloofness in his eyebrows, as if he doesn't take everything seriously.
"Wang Teng, your reputation is so great that you have angered many people, did you know?" Seeing Wang Teng ascending the No. 3 competition stage, a sneer suddenly appeared on Yang Jun's lips.
"I earned my fame by myself, so there is nothing to be angry about! If you have the strength, you can also fight for it." Wang Teng was slightly startled at first, and then smiled lightly, but he did not expect that Yang Jun was also jealous of his popularity.
.
"Hehe! We are not like a waste like you. We only have eighteen bones. We are so unique that it is difficult to be famous! Do you know why your opponent is me? Is that what I asked for? As long as you can
If I defeat you, all your fame will be attached to me." Yang Jun said.
Wang Teng frowned slightly, but smiled bitterly in his heart. It seems that his performance these days is too high-profile, and he will naturally cause trouble. However, this event is held in the name of Yuhuangmen, and there is no way to show his strength.
Wrong, regardless of whether he offends others or not.
"You made a big mistake, that is, you overestimated yourself! I will return the word "waste" to you now." As soon as Wang Teng finished speaking, he looked like a ghost and attacked Yang Jun first.
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This is the first time that he has taken the initiative to attack others since he participated in the competition. He has been looked down upon by others since he was a child. What he dislikes the most is this kind of second-generation ancestor. He only allows himself to be famous, but he is not happy that others are more famous than him. He relies on the fact that there are some people behind him.
If you have strong support, you can insult people of average status at will.
Therefore, he wanted to teach this guy a lesson and let him reflect on it.
"Damn thing, do you think you are really strong? My father is one of the presiding elders. Even if he kills a waste like you, it doesn't matter. Give me the double snake sword." Yang Jun suddenly smiled ferociously.
When he stood up, a powerful force surged out, and two purple sword lights suddenly burst out from his body.
"It's a first-grade spiritual weapon, and there are two more!" Everyone was surprised. Yang Jun's father, worthy of being an elder of the Qingyang Sect, actually gave him two first-grade spiritual weapons at once, and they seemed to be a set.
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Many cultivators of the ninth level of Daoji do not have one of the first-grade spiritual weapons, unless there is someone behind them. The power of a set of spiritual weapons is much more powerful than a single one. The power of these two snake swords together is even more powerful than Qitian's.
The Spirit Sword is much stronger.
"That guy's father is the presiding elder. Even if he uses the spirit sword, his score won't be that low. It can only be considered that Wang Teng is unlucky." Some cultivators shook their heads and said that although the Green Dragon Festival is a fair competition, this fairness is just that.
Relatively speaking, if there is someone behind you, the effect will be different.
"Hehe, as long as Jun'er uses these snake swords, Wang Teng will be completely out of luck. This time, we must get Jun'er a place in the imperial sect." In a corner of the host table, a man with a similar appearance to Yang
The middle-aged cultivator who looked like Jun nodded secretly.
The Double Snake Sword was taught to Yang Jun personally by him. Combined with two second-level magical techniques, its power was even able to fight against ordinary first-level Qi Refining practitioners. So he still had full confidence in Yang Jun.
"One move is enough to defeat a second-generation ancestor like you who bullies others." Wang Teng's voice was as loud as thunder, reverberating on the competition stage, facing the two bodies that were circling toward him, like poisonous snakes.
With the purple spiritual sword, Wang Teng didn't even think about avoiding it, he just rushed towards it.
Many cultivators were surprised and thought Wang Teng was crazy.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities, die." Yang Jun's eyes revealed cruel murderous intent, and he activated the two spiritual swords to the extreme, stabbing Wang Teng in front of him in an instant.
"Pfft", the sword light flashed, and Wang Teng's body suddenly rolled on the spot, but was still penetrated by the double snake swords, and immediately two pillars of blood shot out like a fountain.
"It's over. Wang Teng is really over this time."
"No, Wang Teng should admit defeat, don't be brave." The faces of the cultivators from the Xiaochi sect changed drastically, and their bodies started to tremble. If Wang Teng was killed like this, the loss to the Xiaochi sect would be too serious.
"Wang Teng has stopped here. I thought he could create miracles, but he is just an ordinary person after all." Many cultivators shook their heads, with regret on their faces.
In fact, if Wang Teng was killed, they would only feel sorry for him for a moment. From the beginning, they would just have fun with Wang Teng.
"Hahaha! You're a complete loser, you can't even take a single move from me." Yang Jun saw his spiritual sword piercing Wang Teng, and he burst out laughing with triumph, killing Wang Teng with just a blink of an eye.
matter.
However, there was a sudden chill in his heart. Not only was there no look of pain on Wang Teng's face, there was also a smile on the corner of his mouth, a smile of confidence. This was extremely abnormal.
"Ah! Look, Wang Teng didn't fall down. He rushed towards Yang Jun." The expressions of the audience froze. An extremely strange scene happened in front of them. Although Wang Teng's body was struck by two swords,
The hole was penetrated, but it seemed to be okay, and it flew in front of Yang Jun like lightning.
How could Yang Jun have expected that Wang Teng would be so ferocious and deliberately seriously injured by him in order to make him take it lightly. By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
"I said I can defeat you with one move, just one move." Wang Teng's green robe was dyed red by the blood flowing from the two wounds, but his head was raised high unruly.
The right fist, filled with gold, earth, and even fire, was like a blow from the gods hitting Yang Jun's body.
"No!" Yang Jun's mouth opened wide, unable to accept the fact. When his head had just reacted, boundless pain had already occupied his consciousness. Fear instinctively rose from his heart, making him
It felt like my whole heart was frozen.
There was darkness between heaven and earth, the smell of death.
There was a loud "boom", and under the shocked eyes of everyone, Yang Jun flew dozens of meters in the air like a kite with its string broken, and landed on the ground of the competition platform. Then he
He passed out and passed away, ending up very similar to Bai Tai.
With two clanging sounds, the two double snake swords lost their master's control and fell to the ground one after another, like two useless pieces of scrap metal.