In less than three breaths, the black smoke dissipated.
Within the formation, Senior Brother Qian passed out on the ground and was unconscious, his face slightly darkened, and even his spirit beast passed out.
Dongfangzhi won the first game without even breaking the skin.
Su Shaoxun was stunned for a moment and announced the result of the competition.
"In the first game, fellow Taoist friends from the East win."
As for Senior Brother Qian, he has naturally lost the qualification to continue competing.
The expression on Xiu Ming's face remained unchanged, but in his heart, ten thousand purple rhinos were roaring past.
However, at this time, as the leader of the Shaoyang Sect, he must not lose his composure.
He bowed his hands toward the east to congratulate him, and then asked a junior brother to move Senior Brother Qian back.
The junior brother reluctantly moved the person back. Xiu Ming checked Senior Brother Qian's condition and frowned when he found that he was slightly poisoned.
At this time, I suddenly heard a message from Dongfang Zhi:
Fellow Taoist, please rest assured that the dose of poison he received is not large. After taking the third-level detoxification pill, he will wake up within half an hour, and the poison will be completely eliminated within three days.
Xiu Ming glanced at him, left a mark on him openly, and then gave the junior brother a look. The junior brother took senior brother Qian and quietly left the Star Reaching Tower.
Sensing that Xiuming left aura on his robe, the iron-tower-like Dongfang Zhi's face darkened.
Xiu Ming stood up and walked towards the formation, only to hear the unhurried voice message:
"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Dongfang, as long as Senior Brother Qian is safe, this mark will naturally dissipate."
For the second game, Xiu Ming planned to play in person.
His opponent was a monk who looked very weak. He stood opposite Xiu Ming, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly coughed.
The cough made the whole person tremble.
Xiu Ming took out his magic weapon - a heavy sword. He looked at the thin monk who looked like he could be blown down by a gust of wind and said:
"I never underestimate any opponent."
Hearing what he said, an abnormal color of blood appeared on the monk's pale face. He didn't know if it was because he had coughed too much just now.
He took a breath and said:
“My heart vessels are damaged, and I will have constant wheezing and coughing whenever my mood changes.
Make fellow Taoist Xiu Ming laugh."
Xiu Ming smiled and thought, "Why are you coughing because your heart pulse is damaged? It would be better if you just fainted and it would save me the effort to defeat you."
However, he didn't say anything, he just swung his heavy sword,
"Let's take action!"
The frail monk raised his hand, and the moment he raised his hand, two flying knives that were more than a foot long were instantly fired out, heading straight towards Xiu Ming's face and heart.
Everyone outside the formation couldn't help but let out a "ha" sound.
This man looks so weak, but he is not polite at all when he attacks!
His realm is two levels higher than Xiu Ming, yet he still shows weakness like this.
Fortunately, Xiu Ming is not a vegetarian.
He has mediocre qualifications to reach his current position. He has practiced to the middle stage of Zifu. During this period, he has experienced no less hardships than these casual cultivators. Therefore, even if the opponent's performance and shots are very different, he can still face it calmly and calmly.
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A clumsy heavy sword, under the control of Xiu Ming, became extremely dexterous and blocked two flying knives with ease.
Outside the formation, Gu Changhuan began to feel a little bored.
This kind of fighting in the arena is the most boring thing, especially since the venue is so small. You can't do anything you want to do, and you can't hide. You can only use your body skills and magic weapons to fight.
He doesn’t look like a cultivator at all!
Gu Changhuan sighed.
He finished the plate of snacks in front of him, and when he looked up again, Xiu Ming had already clamped the epee on his opponent's neck.
The heavy sword seemed to be a bit bigger than the frail monk. If it were cut down with one sword, the man would be reduced to pieces.
Gu Changhuan was not surprised by this situation.
After all, Xiu Ming was able to single-handedly kill third-level monsters when he was in the foundation building stage. Now, defeating an elite monk whose cultivation level is slightly higher than him is nothing.
Xiu Ming won this round and saved a lot of face for the Shaoyang Sect.
In the next foundation-building period competition, the Shaoyang School's foundation-building disciples lived up to Xiu Ming's expectations and defeated their opponents.
With two wins out of three games, the Shaoyang Sect's face was saved, and the other monks also lamented that after all, it was the Nascent Soul force whose underlying strength was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
And Dongfang Zhi, who won against Senior Brother Qian, attracted even more attention.
Next up was Haoran Sect versus Wu Qiugu. Haoran Sect won two and lost one. Wu Qiugu was eliminated by two people, and only Ouyang was left to advance successfully.
The Yan family fought against the family monks and won three out of three battles, easily gaining everyone's attention.
After the first round, nine people were left.
The three Foundation Establishment monks got a bye for Yan Qingwan, and the six Zifu monks continued to draw lots.
Xiu Ming drew Yan Qingyun from the Yan family, and unsurprisingly won again.
Su Shaoxun fought against the Yan family's Yan Qingzhu, and the sky water spirit root fought against the sky fire spirit root. It should have been an absolutely wonderful battle. Unfortunately, the two of them exchanged less than thirty moves, and Yan Qingzhu had just summoned it.
Shen Huo, Su Shaoxun gave up.
Although Yan Qingzhu won, he felt indescribably uncomfortable as if he had been punched on cotton.
What does this mean? If you want to fight, you won’t fight well.
He muttered in his heart and sat back in his seat.
Su Shaoxun looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about the winning or losing competition at all.
In the last group, Dongfangzhi faced off against Ouyang. Surprisingly, Dongfangzhi won again.
Yan Qingwan's side also easily defeated the Haoran Sect's foundation-building monks who won in the end, and took the lead in taking back the fourth-level animal bones that his family took out.
However, given her status, she naturally doesn't care about this piece of animal bone. She is just very strong.
When Yan Qingwan returned to her seat with a smile and her chin raised, Chi Jin, who was sitting next to her, clapped her hands lightly in congratulations.
Yan Qingwan snorted proudly, but the smile on her lips never stopped.
Gu Changhuan, who noticed this scene, smiled and turned his attention to the field again.
Nowadays, the only Zifu monks who are still qualified to take the stage are Xiu Ming, Dongfang Zhi and Yan Qingzhu.
Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level is Dongfang Zhi, who has nine levels of Zi Mansion.
As for Xiu Ming and Yan Qingzhu, they both only have four floors of Zi Mansion and six floors of Zi Mansion.
It seems that Dongfangzhi has a good chance of winning the first place.
However, Xiu Ming and Yan Qingzhu are not simple characters, and their strength cannot be judged based on ordinary cultivation levels.