"Su Pingan, to be honest with you fellow Taoist, I arrived at Yaoguang Island only half a month ago!" Su Pingan replied.
"Hahaha, I really admire you! With your current cultivation level, you dare to go out alone. You are really brave and courageous! In comparison, I can't do it. Since I was born on Yaoguang Island,
, and never left Yaoguang Island." The young man in green said with some envy in his words.
After hearing this, Su Ping'an chuckled and did not continue talking.
Then, Su Ping'an walked straight with the young man in green, and arrived at a rather luxuriously decorated circular hall. There were more than forty monks with different expressions inside, some sitting and some standing.
"It seems that everyone is here. Let's start drawing lots right away! One battle will determine the outcome. Participants are only allowed to injure but not kill, otherwise their quota will be cancelled." Seeing Su Pingan's arrival,
An old man sitting across from the crowd, who looked like an immortal, spoke immediately.
There was a room full of foundation-building monks, and he was the only one who had cultivated in the early stage of the Golden Core. It seemed that he must be the monk in charge of this competition.
As soon as the young man in green entered the rotunda, he quickly walked behind the golden elixir stage old man and stood with his hands in front of him.
The old man in the golden elixir stage ignored the young man in green and took out a white bamboo tube containing more than thirty bamboo sticks.
"Okay, those who want to participate in this fighting competition will draw a bamboo stick. Two people with the same number will first compete with each other. Only then will the winner be qualified to challenge the representatives of the original fourteen merchants."
After hearing the words of the Jindan old man, most of the forty people couldn't help but cast their eyes on the bamboo tube.
A layer of light blue light suddenly emerged from the bamboo tube, covering the bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube. The spiritual consciousness of other monks was automatically excluded from the light blue light. Some monks were also affected by it, and their bodies could not help but
Shake a few times.
Several other monks who did not use their spiritual sense to detect the bamboo tube could not help but show a bit of gloating about the misfortune.
These monks are the cultivators who will be challenged in this martial arts competition. Of course, I hope that Su Pingan and other challengers will suffer as many losses as possible.
With Su Pingan's cultivation level, it would be no problem to forcefully break the light cyan light, but he would not be stupid enough to do such an eye-catching behavior.
So while looking at each other, Su Ping'an and other monks took turns to take out the bamboo sticks.
Su Ping'an randomly picked out a bamboo stick. He turned around and took a look. There were two big characters written on it: No. 9.
Well, not bad numbers.
After drawing lots, I heard the golden elixir stage old man shout coldly: "No. 1."
As soon as he finished speaking, two monks holding the same bamboo sticks walked out from the crowd.
"The two of you go to the platform over there to have a martial arts competition. There is a formation on that platform, so you are not afraid of the destruction of the martial arts competition. As long as you can get the opponent's bamboo stick and hand it to me, you will be considered a winner. I won't
It doesn’t matter what methods and means you use, but no matter what, you can’t kill the other party.” The old man at the golden elixir stage said categorically.
"Yes, senior!" The two monks saluted the golden elixir-stage old man and walked towards the open-air platform behind the rotunda.
As soon as the two monks boarded the open-air platform, they saw a burst of white light on the open-air platform, and the two monks immediately disappeared without a trace.
But after just a moment of burning incense, the two monks showed their bodies again on the open-air platform, feeling a little tired.
One of the monks smiled and handed the two bamboo sticks in his hand to the old man in the golden elixir stage, while the other monk walked out of the rotunda in despair.
"No. 2," the old man in the golden elixir stage still shouted coldly.
…
Probably because the fighting methods of monks in the foundation-building stage are relatively simple, the outcome of the fighting competition is very fast.
There were even two monks who had just stepped into the open-air platform with their front feet, and then their back feet came out. Both the winner and the loser had smiles on their faces and were extremely happy. This made Su Ping'an who was standing aside feel a little strange.
"Number nine!"
A monk stood up immediately following the shout of the golden elixir-stage old man, but the other monk did not come out for a long time.
"No. 9" the old man at the golden elixir stage shouted again with an unhappy expression.
At this time, Su Pingan came out with an embarrassed face, apologized quickly, and said:
"Senior! I'm so sorry. I was distracted just now and didn't hear you!"
The old man at the golden elixir stage didn't want to pay attention to what Su Pingan said. He just waved his hand impatiently, and Su Pingan and another monk hurriedly walked towards the outdoor platform.
After a white light flashed on the open-air platform, Su Ping'an and another monk appeared in a white space. Except for an open space about twenty feet wide in the middle, they were surrounded by white mist.
"My fellow Taoist's cultivation level is one level lower than mine. I don't think there will be another fight in this battle. Fellow Taoist, just admit defeat! Otherwise, you might miss the next moment in the competition and seriously injure your fellow daoist!"
The middle-aged monk opposite said to Su Pingan with a proud face.
Su Ping'an looked at the self-proclaimed master of the eighth level of foundation building opposite him, and saw that he didn't even open the spiritual energy shield like himself, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"What's so funny? I just have kind thoughts and don't want to hurt anyone!" The monk opposite saw Su Ping'an's nonchalant look and couldn't help but get angry, and he became more and more assertive about his so-called superior status.
"It's nothing! I just found that this battle of skills seems to be easier to win than I thought!" Su Pingan chuckled casually.
"What? How dare you, a monk at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, look down on me like this!" The monk on the opposite side suddenly turned red. He raised his hand, and a spiritual weapon similar to a writing brush appeared in his hand, but before he could sacrifice it,
After taking out the spiritual weapon in his hand, Su Ping'an's Haoyang Sword had already rushed to an inch away from his eyebrows.
"I surrender!" The self-proclaimed master monk had no choice but to shout.
…
It was just tea time when Su Pingan and the monk who claimed to be a master walked out from the outdoor platform.
Seeing the two bamboo sticks in Su Pingan's hand, other monks in the rotunda were shocked.
They all saw the difference in cultivation between Su Pingan and his opponent very clearly. But in the end, the winner turned out to be Su Pingan, which was so unexpected.
But not all the monks present looked extremely surprised. The old man in the golden elixir stage, who had always had a straight face, showed a weird look.
The old man at the golden elixir stage couldn't help but look at Su Pingan meaningfully, but he didn't say much, but he seemed to know how Su Pingan defeated his opponent.