The steward carefully observed the dead tiger corpse in front of him, and an undetectable panic flashed in his eyes.
It has gray skin and white spots, and its body is slightly larger than the average muscle-breaking tiger at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Realm. It should be at the leader level.
But was this really his solution?
You must know that with the same strength, it is difficult for humans to compete with a monster due to its size advantage, unless some magical powers are used.
But the man in front of him is just an alchemy cultivator, and it is impossible for him to have such a method.
What's more, you completed three tasks of dealing with monsters in one day, and as a result, you didn't blush or breath, and even the clothes on your body were not stained.
Who would believe it? You lied to me like a six-year-old child?
"Did you kill this?"
The steward calmed down a little, stared into Chu Ming's eyes and said with a hint of warning in his tone.
"If you are cheating, you will be blacklisted by the Affairs Office if you are found out."
"Cheating? Haha."
Chu Ming smiled lightly, stared at the deacon with burning eyes and said softly.
"How about we go to the Fighting Hall for a fight?"
"..."
Faced with Chu Ming's provocation, the steward, who had already been made angry by him, became extremely angry, and his words were full of ridicule.
"Forget it, you, an alchemy cultivator, go to the Martial Arts Hall with me, a physical cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining Realm? I don't want to be said that I bullied you."
"Cowarded?"
Chu Ming smiled slightly, and just two words made the steward's eyes turn cold. He rolled up his sleeves to show off his extremely strong muscles.
"Cowardly? I, Song Ming, don't know this word!"
"That's fine."
Chu Ming said with a smile, and he and Song Ming immediately arrived at the Martial Palace, an open-air octagonal siege that looked very much like a plus version of the ancient Roman Colosseum.
Compared with the deserted appearance of other halls in the evening, this place is actually much livelier. Magical powers are flying all over the various arenas. The collision of flesh and flesh is mixed with the shouts from the stands, which makes people's hearts beat faster.
After all, there will inevitably be conflicts and quarrels between young and energetic monks. In order to prevent private fights, the Tianyan Sect established a martial arts hall for them to compete and learn from each other.
Of course, in order to enrich the fun of the competition, we also specially ranked the names and gave some rewards to those disciples with higher rankings.
Therefore, when they saw Song Ming, who was ranked in the top 50, arrive at the Martial Arts Hall, many people gathered around him to watch the excitement and felt a little sad for his opponent.
"Song and Ming Dynasty, physical cultivation, steward of the Affairs Hall, ranked forty-nine."
"Chu Ming, alchemy cultivator, deacon of the Holy Alchemy Hall, no ranking."
After hearing the brief introduction from the referee on the ring, many people in the stands sighed and were full of sympathy for Chu Ming.
Another innocent young man who couldn't stand Song Ming's provocation and came to the Martial Arts Hall to compete.
You are an alchemy cultivator, no matter how high your realm is, you still can't beat the physical cultivator!
"Are you ready?"
The referee looked at the two people and waited for them to nod before saying coldly.
"At the end of the discussion, anyone who deliberately strikes a dead blow will be expelled."
Following the order, Song Ming burst out of his clothes with a "bang" sound, and his whole body began to swell like a hill. Earth-brown spiritual energy fluctuations lingered around his body, attacking Chu Ming with astonishing pressure, causing a burst of excitement in the stands.
exclaimed.
"Hua Shan Jue? Why is Song Ming so serious? He won't have his Taoist companion snatched away by others, right?"
"Don't tell me it's really possible. This Chu Ming looks quite handsome... Sister, do you know that he is a disciple of that mountain peak? Are there any Taoist companions?"
"What's wrong? Are you attracted to him? No matter what, he is still the deacon of Shengdan Temple. What do you do to attract him?"
"Saucy."
"..."
There was a moment of silence in the stands, but this did not affect the discussion in the ring at all.
Song Ming roared angrily and rushed towards Chu Ming. He stepped on the ring and trembled violently while waving his fists.
"Mountain Fist!"
However, Chu Ming remained unmoved, his expression full of disappointment.
It's not that he is disappointed that Song Ming only has this little strength, but that he is a little disappointed with this competition.
Logically speaking, shouldn't the discussion between monks be a battle of magical powers?
What's going on with this close-quarters fight like ordinary people?
well.
Not interesting.
Chu Ming sighed softly and stood with his hands behind his hands. His hair instantly grew longer like a vine, and was immediately divided into nine strands. The ends of his hair condensed into a dragon head and he fiercely faced Song Ming with astonishing power.
Faced with such a strange attack, not only the people in the stands were dumbfounded, but even the well-informed referee was shocked.
Song Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could react, his limbs were bitten by the dragon's head. He was instantly tied into a rice dumpling and couldn't break free.
"Well……"
After all his efforts were fruitless, he calmed down from the panic, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then ran back quickly, with a proud smile on his lips.
Didn't you tie me up with your hair?
OK!
Then I want to see how long your hair can be!
However, when he saw that the black hair all over the arena was not broken, but was gathering more and more like clouds covering the sun, Song Ming immediately regretted it, and his face began to turn red due to shortness of breath.
Veins popped out on his forehead, and he roared angrily, just as he was about to break away again, when he saw two pale yellow figures walking towards him slowly, accompanied by Chu Ming's evil laugh.
"You must be curious about how I defeated the leader of the Broken Tendon Tiger, right? Well, that's it."
Looking at the two pills rolling toward him and the human figures gathered above them, Song Ming was immediately horrified and couldn't help roaring angrily.
"Aren't you a Dan cultivator?"
"So I will use Dan Xiu's methods to defeat you openly and openly."
Chu Ming spoke sternly, stroking his long flowing hair, pointing forward and condensing.
"Go on, Makodan guys, beat him up!"
"You!... Ouch! Ah! Two elixir brothers, spare your lives, don't slap me in the face, don't slap me in the face!"
"..."
In the end, this "farce" came to an end with Song Ming admitting defeat. Although he was covered in bruises and his eyes were so swollen that he could hardly see, he still had to use his weak voice to ask soul-like questions.
"Referee, he...he can't win! He's three against one! I want to fight him one on one!"
"In this competition, Chu Ming wins."
"Referee you..."
The referee's voice was like the straw that broke the camel's back. After hearing this, Song Ming was so angry that he fainted. The arena suddenly fell silent, and only the comments from the stands filled the entire martial arts hall.
Song Ming lost?
And he still lost to an alchemy cultivator?
seriously!
Can Dan Xiu be so fierce?
"Sister, this alchemy cultivator named Chu Ming is so awesome! I seem to be in love!"
"Sister, I haven't asked you for anything so far..."
