"Bai Zichen, you are so powerful that you can even defeat the half-advanced golden thread and black scorpion... But now that you can't move, I will be the winner in the end!"
Xiong Baishan's face was twisted and he said through gritted teeth.
Looking at the trend just now, the silver-threaded black scorpion has a strong accumulation of essence and blood. If it takes a few more decades, it is very likely to be promoted to the golden-threaded black scorpion.
The second-level spirit beast has a long lifespan and can be used as the clan spirit beast of the cultivating immortal family, protecting its glory for hundreds of years.
Bai Zichen pulled off his tattered Taoist robe, revealing the thin inner armor with several obvious bear claw marks on it.
"I've let you down. I still have half my life left. It's not difficult to beat you."
Bai Zichen touched the Bailiantian Silkworm Clothes with lingering fear. At the critical moment, this inner armor blocked the way and shared less than half of the damage.
Otherwise, he would have been disembowelled.
Xiong Baishan took out a bunch of talismans, and then punched out several dusty, finger-width slender talismans, and dropped them towards the Golden Bird Sword and the Black Bamboo Sword.
"This is the spirit-sealing talisman I specially prepared for you. Without the flying sword, I want to see how you can defeat me!"
Xiong Baishan had tears in his eyes. The spirit-sealing talisman has the function of sealing the spiritual power of magical weapons and imprisoning treasures, but the conditions for use are strict.
There were two flying swords at the moment, one was still stuck in the body of the dead Jinsi Heizhen, and the other was thrown to the other corner of the ring.
They were all far away from their masters, and they happened to be caught by the sealing talisman. Each flying sword was covered by five or six talismans.
Bai Zichen stretched out his hand and made a move, and sure enough, the relationship between the two flying swords and him became vague and very weak.
If you spend a certain amount of time or close the distance of the flying sword, you can easily break the spirit-sealing talisman.
But seeing that Xiong Baishan had already propped up the pagoda, and the ground shook every time he took a step, approaching slowly and firmly, he definitely wouldn't give it a chance.
Bai Zichen touched the storage bag, got another wooden sword in his hand, and stood up with his support on the ground.
In Xiong Baishan's disbelieving eyes, he raised his hand and blasted a crack into his pagoda with sword light.
Xiong Baishan hurriedly tried to connect the Three Treasures Exquisite Pagoda to the arena again, but the milky-white sword light with a majestic righteousness came back from a tricky angle. Attacking it would save the pagoda, and the pagoda would have to start all over again.
After several rounds of this, the light and shadow of the pagoda were already covered with cracks.
puff!
The pagoda shattered, the Demon Suppressing Peach Wood Sword stopped on top of Xiong Baishan's head, and a stream of blood flowed from his forehead.
"I'll... admit defeat."
Xiong Baishan's face turned pale, his chest heaved violently, and he spoke in a difficult voice.
He couldn't figure out how any Qi-refining monk could buy three flying swords and carry them with him. Even a sword cultivator would only have one flying sword for regular use and one as a backup.
Elder Zhang appeared above the ring in an instant. He had been supervising the battle and was also responsible for taking action at the critical moment to prevent the two from rescuing them before they were fatally injured.
But in this competition, the situation changed continuously. At two points in time, he tried to take action but failed in time.
"Winner, Bai Zichen!"
Elder Zhang made sure that both of them were fine and announced the result to the audience using amplification spells.
"If any inner sect disciple is dissatisfied and wants to challenge, he can come on stage now and compete again after an hour. There can be no more than three challengers. If there are more than three people, the inner sect will be selected in order."
Bai Zichen didn't pay attention to this, and directly took a Huiqi Powder, and the Changchun Kung was slowly working to restore his mana.
He has a list of the remaining inner disciples.
Except for the two who are at the seventh level of Qi Refining, the rest are all at the sixth level of Qi Refining.
As long as there is no special secret treasure, he has no fear at all because of his realm advantage. It's just a matter of a few swords.
"Junior Sister Tan, don't be ridiculous!"
Chen Wei grabbed Tan Qin who was about to make a move, knowing that this girl had been pampered by her family since she was a child, and she did everything based on her heart without considering the consequences.
"You are so different from others in cultivation, why do you still want to stage a show where the weak defeat the strong?"
"Don't look at how exhausted Bai Zichen is now. It doesn't take ten swords to defeat you. Don't bring shame on yourself."
"Besides, there is no benefit in winning. It blocks people's enlightenment and adds a lot of hatred. It doesn't matter if it is a year when only one person signs up. It doesn't matter if he loses to someone who is inferior to his fellow students in a battle. But in a situation like this where two tigers are fighting against each other.
, Unless there is really deep hatred, few people will play at this time."
"If you are in the first grade of junior high school, someone will be in the fifteenth grade. Junior sister, if you break the unspoken rules among the inner disciples, when it is your turn for the true inheritance trial in a few years, even if you are picked three times in a row, Elder Tan will have no reason to do it.
You take the lead."
Tan Qin looked around, and sure enough, the two inner disciples at the seventh level of Qi Refining were sitting firmly and had no intention of challenging them.
I could only pout my mouth and sit down in embarrassment.
"The registration time for the challenge has passed, and the new true successor this time is Bai Zichen!"
After shouting three times with no challenge, Elder Zhang officially announced the results of the True Inheritance Trial.
Bai Zichen opened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect that there was no inner disciple who could challenge him, which made him worry in vain.
"Senior Nephew Bai has a bright future. A true successor of this age will definitely be a member of the same profession in the future... Pack up and go see Senior Brother Liang, he is waiting for you up there."
Elder Zhang stepped forward and patted his shoulder in a pretense of affection.
Indeed, an eighteen-year-old true disciple will not lose his status even if the elders of the Foundation Establishment break up with each other.
"Master Liang invites you, how dare you not come? I'll go visit you immediately after changing my clothes."
Bai Zichen saluted on all sides of the audience, thanking everyone for coming to watch the ceremony.
In the arena audience, some people were already leaving the stage. A few people were waiting for Bai Zichen to come off the stage and wanted to chat and make friends. Most of them were still discussing the fight that had just ended, and they all returned the favor after seeing this.
Bai Zichen glanced at Xiong Baishan out of the corner of his eye. The man staggered step by step to the side of the accompanying bear beast and knelt in front.
Before taking the stage, he was full of energy and high spirits. Compared to that time, his back looked much more rickety and decadent.
"Junior Brother Bai, it really happened..."
Until this moment, Lang Zhongping was still looking at the field dreamily, and did not react when boiling water splashed from the cup of tea in his hand.
Putting himself in his shoes, if he were in the ring, even if he had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he might not be able to defeat Xiong Baishan, let alone force the bear beast to advance to a higher level in the end.
"We are all inner disciples, but there is such a big gap...some people are born to be the protagonists, and the trap will appear on its own!"
"Zhong Ping, you said you were familiar with that nephew Bai?"
Elder Jin held his round belly and looked at Bai Zichen who was walking down the ring and suddenly asked.
"Yes, Junior Brother Bai and I had a very pleasant chat. I helped him with the flying sword he used behind the ring just now."
Lang Zhongping quickly patted himself on the back, even though the two had only met once.
"Hmm... If you have time to walk around a bit, this nephew Bai may have caught that guy's eye."
Elder Jin stretched out his hand and nodded towards the upper private room with a smile and his small eyes narrowed into a line.
"Next time Senior Nephew Bai comes to Fangshi, remember to lure him to see me."
"Understood. When I see Junior Brother Bai, I will convey to him what you mean, Senior Uncle Jin."
Lang Zhongping nodded respectfully and sighed inwardly, after a trial, Bai Zichen's status in the sect was completely different.
Fortunately, he saw the opportunity early and formed a good relationship in advance. Otherwise, Bai Zichen was so popular at the moment, and even the elders were vying to make friends with him. He, a deacon, might not necessarily be in the right turn.
The longer the holiday, the busier I am. I have to write 4,000 words until after 12 o'clock at night these days, and it is even more difficult on May Day.
Fortunately, there is still a week before it goes on sale. After the long holiday, I will save more manuscripts so that I can make a big splash on the day it goes on sale.
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