Little friend Erdan, the one you drew is Jiang Tao from the hermit Jiang family?"
Guo Zhan's face suddenly turned ugly.
When he saw Li Erdan looking so haggard this morning, Guo Zhan felt uneasy. Even in the seats in the stands, he was like an ant on a hot pot, unable to sit still. Seeing Li Erdan draw lots,
He immediately got away and ran off the stage, wanting to see who Li Erdan's opponent was.
Jiang Tao, a member of the hermit Jiang family, Guo Zhan felt a chill in his heart when he heard this name.
"Little friend Erdan, you have to be well prepared and don't be careless. As far as I know, this hermit Jiang Tao of the Jiang family has already entered the realm of late prefecture-level Dzogchen as early as half a year ago.
You must not be careless if you are an opponent."
Guo Zhan solemnly warned.
"Senior Guo, don't worry. No matter what opponent I face, I will do my best."
Seeing that the Guo family, father and son, seemed to have little confidence in themselves, Li Erdan felt speechless.
Am I that bad?
At the same time as Guo Zhan told Li Erdan, the first round of drawing lots had basically been completed, and the crowds in the square had begun to disperse.
There are a total of about 600 young people participating in the ring battle. There are more than 20 rings set up in the entire square. It will definitely not be completed in one go.
Li Erdan was assigned to ring No. 7. According to the order, the competition can only start in the third round.
In other words, on Arena No. 7, after two rounds of competition, it will be Li Erdan's turn.
There is still some time before he takes the stage, and Li Erdan is also preparing to go to other arenas to watch the battles of other contestants.
Among the twenty groups of contestants in the first round, the most popular group was undoubtedly Tong Jian's group. At this time, the area around the ring where Tong Jian was standing was already blocked by water.
While he was idle and bored, Li Erdan was ready to see what kind of strength this arrogant guy had.
"Zheng Jianxin, kill this arrogant and ignorant guy."
"Knock him down and let Tong Jian know how powerful you are."
As soon as people arrived in front of the ring, they heard the noise and curses around them.
Obviously, Tong Jian's pretentious performance during the drawing of lots aroused the disgust of many people, so at this moment, the vast majority of the surrounding audience supported his opponent Zheng Jianxin of Fengyun Sect.
Looking along the ring, Tong Jian, who looked aloof and arrogant at this time, and his opponent, Zheng Jianxin of Fengyun Sect, were already on the stage. The two faced each other from a distance, staring at each other.
In the middle of the two people, stood an imposing middle-aged old Taoist. At this moment, Wei Mi, the old Taoist, saw his eyes, glanced at the two people, and said lightly.
"I won't go into details about the rules of the competition. I hope you will finish it. If one party admits defeat, the other party cannot take action. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a violation, and the conference will disqualify him from continuing to participate. Do you understand?"
Tong Jian and Zheng Jianxin both nodded.
Seeing both of them nodding, the middle-aged Taoist didn't talk nonsense. He moved and flew to the edge of the ring the next moment.
"let's start.
"As soon as the middle-aged Taoist finished speaking, the young warrior named Zheng Jianxin suddenly became nervous, and the warrior aura in his body completely burst out.
"Later prefecture level, well done, Zheng Jianxin defeated that arrogant person."
"Senior brother, beat him hard."
As soon as Zheng Jianxin's momentum burst out, he was immediately greeted with cheers from everyone in the audience.
"Tch! It's just a late-stage earth-level cultivation. Let's see how proud you are. For a player like you, I can knock you off the ring within five moves. I would like to advise you to admit defeat and leave the ring quickly, so as not to be embarrassed here.
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Tong Jian's voice of needing to be beaten sounded again, and his condescending look made people want to slap him twice in the face.
"Hmph! Don't be arrogant. Today, I will tell you, an arrogant guy, to know what it means to be someone else. If I don't beat you to the point where your mother won't recognize you, my surname will not be Zheng."
Zheng Jianxin, who roared angrily, instantly turned into an afterimage and roared angrily.
"The eighth form of Fengyun Fist, wind and rain."
Zheng Jianxin, who was as fast and agile as lightning, flew his fists and transformed into countless shadows. His huge fists were waving in the air, as dense as a storm.
"Your movements are too slow. Is this also called martial arts?
Let’s do some bastard boxing.”
Tong Jian, who was standing firmly on the ring, sneered disdainfully and moved accordingly.
The moment Tong Jian moved, there was a burst of exclamations from below the ring.
"Damn! This pretender is so fast."
"what do you know?
This is the famous unique skill of Dugu Chan, the most famous among the casual cultivators. It seems that Zheng Jianxin of Fengyun Sect is going to be unlucky."
Watching Zheng Jianxin on the ring, when the airtight punches were being fired, he suddenly felt that he had lost Tong Jian's figure. His face suddenly changed, and he realized that something was wrong. He put away his fists and rushed forward, preparing to escape.
At this moment, a sneer sounded from behind his head.
"I told you just now, asking you to admit defeat, but you refused to accept it. You must regret it now."
"The first style of Wind and Thunder Kicks."
"ah!"
A scream sounded out, and Zheng Jianxin flew directly down to the ring like a kite with its string broken.
Under the ring, there was a burst of exclamations, fearing that Zheng Jianxin would fly down and hit him, causing chaos.
But at this moment, a gray shadow flashed on the stage. A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe had already flew to block Zheng Jianxin's side. He drew a Tai Chi with both hands in front of him, taking away the impact of the flying attack.
He caught Zheng Jianxin and landed firmly on the ring.
"puff!"
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Zheng Jianxin's mouth.
"In this competition, the hermit Zhou Jiatong Jian won."
The middle-aged Taoist's indifferent voice sounded.
Looking at Zheng Jianxin who was vomiting blood, Tong Jian curled his lips and said coldly.
"I told you a long time ago, it would be better to just admit defeat. Why suffer this injury?"
After Tong Jian finished speaking in a cold voice, he looked around the entire arena and said calmly.
"Didn't they all shout slogans just now, telling this loser to deal with me, Tong Jian, ruthlessly?
Why don't you shout now? He's such a loser. He can't even take one round from me. You guys think too highly of him."
It's still the same expression of wanting to be beaten, and the same look of a pretender, but at this moment, there is no sound in the audience.
This is the case in the martial arts world. Strength is the last word. Everyone can see that Tong Jian killed a late prefecture-level master with one move without using all his strength. This kind of strength is not the same as Zheng Jianxin's.
A level.
Li Erdan, who was among the crowd, touched his nose, a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.
Wandering dragon steps?
What a wonderful movement. I wonder who is stronger when it comes to my Lingbo Weibu.