Huang Xian was about to walk towards the seats in the south when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Hu Qianjue in the east. No, to be precise, he caught a glimpse of Lin Tianyou who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down next to Hu Qianjue. His body couldn't help but shudder.
"He is indeed here too!"
Huang Xian had contact with Lin Tianyou and knew that this young man was a very scary person, cruel and extremely arrogant.
His arrogance is even greater than that of Park Jae-wook next to him, and he is definitely an opponent that cannot be underestimated.
"What's wrong?"
Park Jae-wook, who was wearing a mask, asked coldly.
"Young Master Pu, Hu Qianjue's new boss, a strong man named Lin Tianyou, also came to the guild hall."
Huang Xian replied softly.
"Hmph, you are just a little person from Zhongzhou City, but you are still qualified to be called a strong person? Huang Xian, if you want to follow my Pu family in the future, you should be more courageous, so as not to lose the face of my Pu family!"
Park Jae-wook glanced at Lin Tianyou, with a disdainful expression on his face.
He is just a teenager who likes to play with mobile phones. He does not have the momentum that a strong man should have. Does he deserve to be called a strong man? Ridiculous!
Huang Xian smiled awkwardly and stopped talking. Also, Park Jae-wook was a genius with a half-god and half-demon heroic spirit. Even if his own strength was not comparable to Lin Tianyou, so what? As long as the heroic spirit was powerful, he could still kill Lin Tianyou.
Arriving at the south seat, Huang Xian signaled to the host: "Let's start the competition."
The host nodded, then took the microphone and said loudly:
"Everyone, everyone has arrived. I will now announce the details of this fighting competition.
First of all, every opponent who takes the stage needs to take full responsibility for his own life. After all, fighting is ruthless, and death and injury are inevitable. No matter whether he wins or loses, he cannot retaliate by any means.
Secondly, there is the issue of the reward for the final winner. According to our agreement, the winner will represent his family and become the strongest family in Zhongzhou. The other losers must unconditionally recognize the other party as the strongest.
Finally, if everyone has no objections, then the competition begins now!"
After the host finished speaking, he glanced around the crowd and saw that no one had any opinions, so he immediately walked off the stage.
"Grandpa, if you win the fighting competition today, then our exorcist dragon clan will be able to establish a foothold in the Central State, because they will all unconditionally admit that the Ma family you represent is the strongest."
Ma Yan said with a smile.
When Ma Ligang heard this, his old face showed a little pride. Although he was very old and took a relatively light view of many things, he was still very excited when it came to the rise of his family.
Hu Qianjue glanced sideways at the Ma family's grandfather and grandson, and said in his heart, you can just enjoy your lust here, and you will cry after the competition is over.
As the host stepped down, two strong men immediately jumped up from the crowd.
One is wearing a yellow robe and is dressed as a Taoist priest, while the other has a bald head and is dressed as a lay monk.
Both of them are exorcists from the Buddhist and Taoist sects. Their soul power and skills are both good, and they started fighting as soon as they got up.
The bald man held a long stick and used a set of demon-conquering stick techniques. The shadow of the stick was whirring and he was very powerful.
The Taoist priest was holding a wooden sword and using Wudang sword moves. For a moment, the swords and sticks were going back and forth, and the two of them were fighting inextricably, which was even more exciting than the fights on TV.
"Beautiful, it turns out that Taoist swordsmanship is so handsome!"
"That monk's stick skills are not bad either. With the soul power on it, a wooden stick is comparable to an iron stick!"
The audience in the audience cheered in unison. In the eyes of junior exorcists like them, such a duel was already of a very high standard.
Lin Tianyou also put down his cell phone and stared at the Taoist priest's sword moves with great interest, seeming very interested.
"Oh, you're so stupid. The Taiyi Sanqing Sword is tilted downwards a little. I can do it in one move, but I have to be tough. I'm so stupid!"
Lin Tianyou was born in a Taoist sect, so he was very fond of Taoist swordsmanship. When he saw the Taoist priest on the battlefield using his sword moves incorrectly several times, he wanted to go up and kick him off the stage. He couldn't even use such simple sword moves.
too stupid.
"Hmph, he is indeed a bumpkin from a small place. He is so fascinated by the battle of a low-level Hundred Soul Exorcist that he has no future."
Seeing Lin Tianyou's entranced look, Ma La secretly despised him.
The battle on the stage finally decided the winner. Because the Taoist priest's soul power was dozens of times lower than that of the monk, he was hit in the thigh by the opponent's wooden stick and was defeated.
But the game was not paused, and soon more lower-level exorcists entered the battle, going back and forth, and the fight lasted for almost an hour. Finally, the big guys in Zhongzhou City became impatient.
Hu Qianjue glanced at Lin Tianyou and asked softly: "Mr. Lin, how about I go on the field first and end the game early so that we can go back early to eat the dinner cooked by Miss Ziyuan."
"Okay, just go up and warm up."
Lin Tianyou nodded in agreement. Hu Qianjue's current strength has been greatly improved and he should not be defeated so easily.
"Yes, don't worry, Mr. Lin, I will definitely not embarrass you."
Hu Qianjue laughed excitedly. Ever since his soul power increased to 3,000, he had always wanted to find an opponent of comparable strength to fight, but unfortunately he never had a chance. Today's competition was just the chance for him to do so.
He glanced contemptuously at the bald monk on the battlefield who was still guarding the ring. Although his soul power was only six hundred, it had to be said that under one hundred souls, his strength was pretty good. Unfortunately, today
The protagonist is destined not to be the low-level exorcist of Hundred Souls, but the Zhongzhou boss of Thousand Souls.
With the soul power blessing his legs, Hu Qianjue's knees slightly bent, and then with a sudden jump, he jumped directly from the seat on the east side to the fighting platform that was dozens of meters away.
Hu Qianjue suddenly showed such a move. Except for a few big guys present, the rest of the audience were stunned and were too scared to even make a sound.
What kind of magic is this? Could it be that he can't fly?
Everyone's hearts were chilling, and their eyes looking at Hu Qianjue were filled with fear.
The bald monk on the fighting stage was so frightened that his back was covered in cold sweat. It was his limit to continue to stand on the stage.
Hu Qianjue looked at the bald monk with cold eyes, and said with a strong pretentiousness in his tone: "Get off the stage yourself, lest I strike too hard and destroy your soul."
The bald monk admitted that he was afraid of Hu Qianjue, but as a lay disciple of Buddhism, he was still quite strong in his heart. He bit his tongue with his teeth, used the pain to forcefully dispel the fear in his body, used the magic stick technique, and said in a trembling voice
: "I'm sorry, facing a fox demon, I can't do such a cowardly thing and lose without a fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bald head put all the six hundred soul powers into the wooden stick and hit Hu Qianjue on the head with all his strength.
"court death!"
With a sneer on his face, Hu Qianjue slapped his palm out and collided with the opponent's wooden stick.
There was just a 'click' sound, the sound of wooden sticks and bones breaking, and the bald body suddenly flew out of the fighting platform as if it had been hit by a truck.