Huo Chenyu looked at the warm atmosphere around him and swallowed hard. The thunderous shouts shocked his psychological defense again and again. The opponent on the opposite side had not yet made any move, and seemed to only have the early stage of foundation building, but he had already
I heard that this god of plague is powerful. Although I am in the middle stage of foundation building, I am far behind Hong Miao, the master of the sword hall. His opponent can easily take the ghost's attack, so his strength must be extraordinary.
"Uh?!" Tianjiu suddenly woke up. Amidst the exclamations, he saw that his opponent had already taken out a lot of talismans and was about to throw them out.
"Wait, wait! This senior brother, what is your surname?" Tianjiu quickly sent a message.
"Huo Chenyu, the 16th direct disciple of Fu Fatang! You can't kill people without a head, so you go ahead and make a move!"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. If you have something to say, just say it. If you don't offend, you will have to fight to the death!"
"Speak well?"
"That's right, Senior Brother Huo, Senior Brother is a talented person, but he is also a beautiful tree facing the wind. His clothes are in tatters and his head is battered. It's so embarrassing! Senior Brother, are you here to defeat me?"
"No! Junior Brother Tian's reputation spreads far and wide, and Huo knows he is hard to beat!"
"That's right! Senior brother is really an upright and humble gentleman. Just now, senior brother did not take advantage of me to kill me when I was stunned. It is really admirable! Senior brother came to participate in the competition. I guess it must be for ranking and crystal stones?"
"Not bad!" Huo Chenyu broke out in a cold sweat, his palms shook slightly, and he stared at the other party. He really couldn't understand what the other party was doing with these nonsensical words?!
Tianjiu laughed and continued to transmit the message: "Senior Brother, please be patient. If I remember correctly, Senior Brother was previously ranked 58th in the sect. To be able to enter 52nd this time, he has already overfulfilled the task. There is no such thing.
It’s a matter of face. Look at this, I’ll give you a hundred mid-level crystals, how about you give up?”
"Ah...?" Huo Chenyu was shocked and swallowed again.
One hundred mid-level crystals were equivalent to the competition reward for him to become an elite disciple. However, if he wanted to become an elite disciple, his chances would be as high as the sky.
"Actually, it's very simple. Senior brother, as long as you see my crystal bag flying towards you, you catch it, scream, pretend to be miserable, and fly down to the ring. You won't be hurt at all, and you will be rewarded as an elite disciple.
, why not?"
"..."
Huo Chenyu was at a loss for words, his face changing. He was already scared of poverty. One hundred mid-level crystals were equivalent to half a year's salary. He was no match at all and had no chance of winning. However, crystals were readily available. In the sect, he was also
I know a little bit about the reputation of this god of plague, known as "Master Crystal". Flower crystals are like running water, and a hundred mid-level crystals are just like drizzle.
"Otherwise, have you seen Javert and Sankun? Oh, one has lost his thigh and the other is kneeling down to beg for mercy. How shameless!!" Tianjiu stretched out a paw and opened and closed it. The look was like deception and
Threatening ignorant children.
"...Deal! Junior brother, don't break your promise!" Huo Chenyu finally made a decision.
"Well, that's right!"
Tianjiu Thief smiled, shook his hand, and a bulging cloth bag flew out and went straight to Huo Chenyu. Huo Chenyu bared his teeth and cracked his teeth, as if he was about to fight to the death. However, the cloth bag instantly
Hitting his chest, he screamed and flew out of the ring.
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"This...?!" Everyone was stunned, and voices of doubt spread throughout the venue.
Yu Xin stood up in shock, pointed at Tianjiu and asked: "Master Ouyang, isn't this the alchemist? What magic weapon did he sacrifice just now? He actually defeated his opponent without any pressure? And it's still
The opponent in the middle stage of foundation building?”
"Hey~~!" Ouyang De took a breath. He had already guessed what was in the bag, but gritted his teeth and replied: "I don't know, didn't the special envoy see it?"
"No! Isn't this bag a magic weapon? If it were a magic weapon, I would have gone to find out what's inside!"
"Oh, forget it, no matter what it is, just compete and tell the result!" Ouyang De said perfunctorily.
On the stage, Hong Miao, Yin Jinfeng, and Letu Chengdu looked at Tianjiu in surprise. They didn't know what the god of plague was up to. He easily defeated his opponent without even moving his body.
"Boy, what magic weapon is that black bag of yours?" Hong Miao shouted coldly.
"You don't care. If you can win the competition, it's a good magic weapon, isn't it?!" Tianjiu replied in confusion.
"Hmph! Pretending to be a ghost! Sooner or later, you will be the one to look good!" Hong Miao snorted coldly, and was the first to fly back without waiting for Sikong Xing to announce the result.
Sikong Xing stared at Tianjiu for a while, sighed slightly, and gritted his teeth and said: "In the first round of competition, Hong Miao, Yin Jinfeng, Tianjiu, and Letu will win! Prepare for the next round..."
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Eight figures fell down the ring, and the first one was particularly eye-catching, with two beauties standing opposite each other.
"Xiaomi, is that you?" Sikong Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Sister Lan, what a coincidence, I got you. But it doesn't matter, I'm just going through the motions." Mi Yurong smiled broadly.
"Oh, then I'm relieved. I was still worried that I wouldn't be able to do it?!"
"But Sister Lan, you can still draw some blood, just a little bit." Mi Yurong's little face showed Tianjiu's usual sly smile.
"Bleeding?"
"Well, you know!"
"You want me to bribe you, right? Gui girl, who did you learn this from?"
"Hehehehe, who else could it be? The God of Plague said that if you don't want to exert force, you have to have some blood. Didn't you see that he just knocked his opponent off the ring with such ease? Those are not magic weapons, they are blood!!"
"He can do this...?!" Sikong Lan couldn't help laughing.
"Hehe! I learned your Jingzhe Jue, which is very good. Does my sister have any more advanced ones, such as the Thunder Jue, Jingfeng Jue, etc.?"
"Thunder Technique, Shocking Wind Technique?! Little girl, are you robbing me?! No, this is the secret of the sword hall, so give up!"
"Oh, sister is so stingy. When you first met the God of Plague, you could have given him the Jingzhe Jue. We are so familiar with each other, but you are reluctant to give him any favors. It's really disappointing." Mi Yurong ran forward and pulled Sikong Lan's clothes.
Xiu, said coquettishly.
"Sikong Lan, Xiaomi! What are you doing? Why don't you compete?" Sikong Xing yelled.
The other three tables had already made loud noises. Only the first table was still deserted, and the two women were still chatting, as if they were discussing something.
"Sir, do you care how we compete? Your competition requirement does not mean that no matter what method, as long as the opponent admits defeat, Xiaomi and I are competing with each other to see who can defeat whom. Don't be nervous. We will do it soon.
The winner has been determined!" Sikong Lan replied angrily.
"..." Sikong Xing fell into his chair, his mouth twitching, and his face was ashen.
"Elder Sikong, this female cultivator is your daughter? She looks familiar to me. Has she ever been to our Dongling Gate?" Yu Xin saw Sikong Lan again and always felt that he had seen her somewhere, so he asked about it not far away
Si Kongxing.
"Been there, what's the matter? I often took her to Donglingmen when I was a child, isn't that okay?"
"Okay, okay, you're welcome to go there next time!" Yu Xin laughed sarcastically.
At this time, the two beauties on the first stage continued to whisper, and even touched each other, lowering their heads to discuss.
Luoxia Square is full of laughter.
Just when the other three stations were about to decide the winner, Mi Yurong raised her head happily, hugged Sikong Lan, and held her hands towards the boss area.
"Xiaomi surrenders!" After saying that, he flew off the stage.
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Under the stage, Mi Yurong sat next to Tianjiu. Tianjiu closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to use the Tongtian Jue to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"God of Plague, guess what I'm going to do?" Mi Yurong whispered.
"Hmph! Looking at your appearance, could it be that you have blackmailed high-level crystals?"
"Tch! Old-fashioned! It's better to blackmail you for her crystal than to blackmail you. To tell you the truth, I'm going to reach the Water Sword Technique, quack! The Water Sword Technique is three levels higher than the Jingzhe Technique.
Well, I can definitely defeat Hongmao!"
"Shui Xingjian? Is she willing to give it to you? It seems to be the secret to Huachen's brand name?"
"Hey, I'm coming anyway, so just show off your eyes!!"
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On the second day, the same strange scene appeared.
While Hong Miao and the others were chopping melons and vegetables, Tianjiu looked at his opponents with a smile.
"Wen Bai has met Junior Brother Tian, don't say anything, just throw it away, and I'll get out of here!" The opponent who also came from Fufa Hall said with his fists clasped, which also made Tianjiu happy.
"Throw? Throw what?" Tianjiu asked deliberately.
"Spar bag? You just need to throw two hundred mid-level crystals, and I will fly down; if you throw five hundred mid-level crystals, I can pretend to be miserable and fall off the stage, and no one will be able to detect the clues."
, what do you think?"
"No! I can't throw the spar directly this time, otherwise everyone will know it. The impact will be bad, the impact will be bad! This competition will be unplayable. Otherwise, you will see blood, and I will dart you.
If it hits your leg, you can use this dart to my Tianxing Pavilion and exchange it for two hundred mid-level crystals immediately."
"Is it three hundred percent?"
"No, if there is one more crystal, I will choose to fight! You can make up your mind quickly, right?"
"That's okay! I'll just see the blood. Anyway, this injury can be easily repaired. However, you must not put poison on the dart!"
"Don't worry, I have always been a good person and will not harm my disciples."
After saying that, a dart was shot out, and then a scream sounded...
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The two days of competition passed by in a flash, and all the top 16 were selected. From Hong Miao down, Jiantang had seven seats, while Fufatang won six seats, Dantang had two seats, and Qitang had only one person, Master Xue Fei, enter the finals.
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The most surprising thing is that apart from Tianjiu, the other Dan Tang finalist was Han Feng. Situ Hao met Le Tucheng in the second round of the semi-finals. After much consideration, Situ Hao did not sacrifice the Blood Yang Cauldron.
, was finally defeated by Le Tucheng's scimitar magic weapon. Hanfeng was extremely calm, and every round was quite satisfactory. He fought with his opponent for hundreds of rounds, and entered the top sixteen without any danger.