"One, one move, Yang Jun was defeated by Wang Teng in one move."
"Oh my God! I am not dreaming again! This is not true! Senior Brother Yang Jun was defeated like this."
"Wang Teng, Wang Teng is too fierce. Isn't he even afraid of death? He was stabbed by the double snake sword on purpose. Yang Jun was too careless."
"The Koike faction is so lucky to have produced such an outstanding person!"
"..." The cultivators in the audience, regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, strong or weak, were all shocked by Wang Teng at this moment. Even the three genius disciples with twenty-five bones were slightly moved at this time.
"Senior nephew Wang Teng, what you did is so beautiful, haha, our Xiaochi sect can finally feel proud today, the fifth round of the knockout round! No Xiaochi sect disciple has ever passed, and Wang Teng is the first one." The most excited Mo Mo said.
The elders and disciples of the Xiaochi Sect were all trembling and their faces were flushed with excitement. Especially Elder Huilong and others, they almost jumped into the sky and returned to the Xiaochi Sect to tell everyone about this.
Yunlong's face was ashen, covered with thick clouds, and he looked at Wang Teng fiercely, flashing with jealousy and resentment. Elder Hui Qing sighed, knowing that he would never be able to do anything to Wang Teng in the future.
"Jun'er!" Yang Jun's father, Elder Yang Tian's expression changed, and he suddenly became extremely gloomy. Without waiting for his instructions, disciples from the Qingyang Sect jumped onto the competition platform to check Yang Jun's injuries.
Fortunately, Yang Jun only had a dozen ribs and some meridians broken by the shock, and his life was not in danger. These injuries can be treated with elixirs and will not leave any sequelae. Several disciples from the Qingyang Sect on stage fiercely
After glancing at Wang Teng, he carried Yang Jun down without even taking away the two double snake swords.
Wang Teng shook his head gently and frowned. At this time, he felt the severe pain from the wound on his body. Two dark blood holes were constantly flowing out of blood. If he were a mortal, he would have suffered the pain.
He would have died long ago from such a serious injury.
However, this kind of injury is nothing to Wang Teng. The injury he received deep in the Demon Gathering Valley was much more serious than it was now. Soon, a familiar figure fell in front of Wang Teng, and Elder Huiming stretched out his hand
After Wang Teng took a dose, a bottle of potion was quickly poured on the two wounds, and then Wang Teng was given a few healing pills.
Wang Teng felt that his injuries had recovered a lot. He smiled and returned to the Xiaochi sect with the support of Elder Huiming. The elders of the Xiaochi sect immediately came over one by one, asking questions about Wang Teng, and even personally tried to help.
Wang Teng quickly recovered from his injury.
At this moment, Wang Teng once again felt the importance of strength! Strength! With him, anyone will come to curry favor with you. Without him! No matter how much you beg, others won't even step on you.
"Wang Teng wins with seven points." On the competition stage, a full three minutes passed before a presiding elder officially announced.
"Why are there so few? Wang Teng can definitely score at least nine points in this game. He defeated Yang Jun in one move."
"Yes, then Yang Jun used the Double Snake Sword as soon as he came up. This was an act that would have been deducted. In the end, he was defeated by Wang Teng with one move. It is not an exaggeration to think that Wang Teng received ten points." This announcement attracted many
The cultivators began to whisper secretly, grumbling for Wang Teng in their hearts.
However, they were only talking in whispers. No one dared to resist without being flattered. After all, Yang Jun's father, Elder Yang Tian, was one of the elders presiding over this event. There had been two or three imperial guards from Qingyang Gate.
The disciples of the Imperial Clan, even the Lord of Qinglong City, must be extremely polite, no one dares to offend them.
Although the cultivators of the Xiaochi sect were angry, no one dared to resist. In terms of strength, they could not defeat the Qingyang sect. It was already good that Wang Teng could get such a high score. After all, this event was quite precious. They
I don’t dare to go too far in public.
Wang Teng's expression looked very calm. He had seen this kind of unfair treatment too much in his secular life, and now he has become accustomed to it. With the help of the healing elixir, Wang Teng's injuries quickly recovered.
No, but if you want to truly recover, you may need to rest for a day or two.
"There are two hours left for the final knockout round. Wang Teng, can you hold on? If the injury is too serious, it doesn't matter if you give up the game." Elder Huiming also knew Wang Teng's situation and asked with concern.
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"Oops! Junior Brother Huiming, Junior Nephew Wang Teng has recovered from his injuries. There is no big problem in competing on stage. He finally entered the sixth round. How could he be allowed to abstain like this?" said one of Xiaochi's faction.
The elder said immediately.
"Yes! Junior Brother Huiming, everything is based on the overall situation. I think Senior Nephew Wang Teng must take the stage. This is very important to our Xiaochi Sect." Elder Huilong also said.
Just kidding, Wang Teng finally got the opportunity to participate in the sixth knockout round, which is very important for improving the reputation of the entire Xiaochi sect. In the future, whether the Xiaochi sect can recruit better disciples and whether it can develop and grow depends on this move. Naturally, they
Wang Teng will not be asked to abstain just because he is injured.
Elder Huiming frowned slightly and glanced at the elders with a dissatisfied look. He was about to say something. At this moment, Wang Teng held his hand and said: "Elder, don't worry, my injury is nothing."
No matter what, I can still participate in the sixth round."
Elder Huiming saw that Wang Teng had said this, so he could only nodded and sighed.
Wang Teng's injury at this time cannot be recovered in a short period of time. What he suffered was not a fatal injury. If he used the mysterious blood to heal the injury, he could recover quickly, but it was a bit overkill. Every drop of this blood is very precious.
One point is one point less.
However, the further the fight goes, the more the blood in Wang Teng's body boils. At this moment, even if Liu Susu and Old Man Feng come in person, it is impossible to persuade him to give up this game. This is a good opportunity for him to become famous in one fight.
How could you miss it.
All the contempt and humiliation he suffered as a child made him feel scared even thinking about it. The only way for him to get rid of this shadow was to gain status and keep climbing up until one day he reached the top.
While Wang Teng was recovering from his injuries, in another corner of the competition platform, the practitioners of Qingyang Sect seemed to be plotting something?
"Check, check thoroughly for me, I want to know everything about Wang Teng." A middle-aged man who looked very stable, with a frosty look on his face, said to the other cultivators of Qingyang Sect.
"Father, I'm not willing to give in! That Wang Teng has ruined my reputation. If he doesn't die, he will definitely become a demonic obstacle on my path of cultivation." Beside the middle-aged man, Yang Jun's voice was weak but full of anger.
"Jun'er, don't worry. This Wang Teng won't be able to stand for long. He can't become a disciple of the Yuhuang Sect. I want him to die. Even the Xiaochi Sect won't dare to protect him." Elder Yang Tian put his hands behind his back.
Senran sneered.
"It was found out that Wang Teng is just an ordinary person in the world, but he has a special bloodline hidden in him. After awakening, his strength increased by leaps and bounds. However, he was rejected by most people in the Xiaochi sect. There are two important people around him.
One is named Liu Susu and the other is Feng Yuchen." Soon, a cultivator from Qingyang Sect reported to Yang Tianhui.
Wang Teng has become really popular these days, and many people have begun to inquire about his origins. People from the Qingyang Sect naturally found out everything about him through a casual search.
"Okay! Very good! You should know what to do? Take those two people..." Elder Yang Tian smiled coldly, with a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes, and several Qingyang Sect cultivators around him suddenly understood.
The Qingyang Sect is extremely powerful in this area, far beyond what the Xiaochi Sect can match. It is not easy to deal with two unimportant disciples of the Xiaochi Sect.
"Father, Wang Teng must die, but we can't let him die so casually! I want him to experience all the pain and slowly torture him to death, so that I can eliminate the resentment in my heart." Then Yang Jun
His energy suddenly became much more energetic, and a cruel sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"That's all my father can help you with. You have to rely on yourself for future cultivation. I will try my best to help you get a spot this time. If it weren't for Wang Teng, that spot would definitely be yours. Now I have to waste it.
Jin, that damn despicable thing." A trace of cruelty flashed across Yang Tian's face again.
Two hours after the fifth round of knockout, the sixth round of knockout came one after another. There are a total of twenty-two cultivators shortlisted for this competition. In the end, the top ten will be selected from among them. Everyone can
Obtain a purple crystal badge, which represents the highest glory of Qinglong City.
As for becoming a disciple of the Royal Sect, it depends on the comprehensive scores of the two tests. The ten cultivators with the top ten total scores will be selected. The results of the grand meeting will also be announced to the world tonight.
The remaining eleven games were held on the largest platform in the center of the arena, with only two players on each time. In this way, the audience would not miss any game. The loud ringing of the bells could be heard melodiously.
Swinging out, the exciting moment finally arrived.
On the huge white jade stone pillar, a row of names slowly appeared on a three-meter-wide blue crystal stone. The hearts of the cultivators of the Xiaochi sect suddenly tightened, and some disciples even covered their mouths with their hands.
His expression was very surprised.
"It's Zhang Yuan, Wang Teng's opponent is Zhang Yuan, hahaha, God is really wise, let's see how you die this time." The expression on Yunlong's face became extremely exciting at this moment, and all the haze was swept away.
And light.
The row of words on the blue spar clearly belonged to Wang Teng and Zhang Yuan.
"No way! Why is the Xiaochi faction so unlucky that they met Zhang Yuan twice?"
"Wang Teng has reached his end. He will fail completely this time. Zhang Yuan is recognized as the strongest person in this event. Even Lin Wan from Tianshui Gate and Qin Han from Qingyang Gate are no match for him."
"It seems that this match has been decided by default. It is impossible for those three strong men with twenty-five bones to meet. Alas, it is really a pity."
Many cultivators shook their heads and commented.
A trace of excitement appeared on Wang Teng's face. A battle with a strong man like Zhang Yuan was exactly what he wanted. The more challenging the opponent, the more he could learn something during the battle.
Above the blue crystal, in addition to Lin Wan, Lan Yue of Tianshui Gate was also selected for the final round of knockout. Although she only has twenty-three bones, her combat power is also very strong. She overcomes all difficulties along the way and kills
Got here.
However, Wang Teng no longer had the intention to pay attention to her at this time. He put all his thoughts on Zhang Yuan. The cultivators of the Xiaochi sect originally had a glimmer of hope, but when they saw that their opponent was Zhang Yuan, they all gave up.
Angry.
No one would think that Wang Teng could defeat Zhang Yuan.
"It's Yang Jun. He recovered really quickly from his injuries. Wang Teng was indeed resented." When Wang Teng was about to board the competition platform, a group of cultivators blocked his way. Yang Jun looked sick.
With the support of a Qingyang Sect disciple, he stood in front of Wang Teng.
Wang Teng and the cultivators from the Xiaochi sect both frowned slightly.
"Wang Teng, do you know why your opponent is Zhang Yuan? That was deliberately arranged by my father. Our Qingyang Clan has a good relationship with Tianhu Clan. Wait a moment, you will not only be defeated, Zhang Yuan will also
I will destroy you. Hehehehe!" Yang Jun looked at Wang Teng fiercely and sneered.
"I don't have to worry about it. I've already guessed it. I'm going to compete now. Please get out of the way." Wang Teng said with a calm expression.
When Yang Jun saw that he had not hit Wang Teng, a ferocious look suddenly flashed across his face, and he snorted coldly: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to see Liu Susu and Feng Yuchen again in the future.
They got it, hahahaha!”
Wang Teng's figure seemed to have been struck by lightning. He trembled suddenly and felt cold all over.