Chapter two hundred and seventeen small test knife
The competition started, and Zhan Chen stood in front of the stage with a little doubt, because there were only more than 500 people participating in the competition today. You must know that there are more than 3,000 inner disciples of Mo Luo Sect, even if you count the execution outside.
There should be more than 2,000 people for the compulsory mission, but today only a quarter came to participate in the inner sect competition. This is why
After some observation, he finally came up with a conjecture, that is, the more than 500 people participating in the competition are the strongest among the inner sects, because their cultivation levels are as low as Martial King and high, and they are all the same as himself.
, a person who has full confidence in his strength.
At this moment, a figure flew onto the stage, attracting Zhan Chen's attention, because he was the one who took away the three Golden Eye Pills he had refined, Ao Canyang.
As he entered the stage, the people below also started talking, and Zhan Chen heard the two people on the side discussing.
Look at Ao Canyang coming on stage soon.
But that Ao Canyang who ranks tenth in the inner sect
What you said is both correct and incorrect.
what do you mean
Hehe, Lao Huangli has been ranked tenth for a long time. That was ten years ago. Now he has been practicing for another ten years. You can imagine how strong he is.
I can't imagine it. In short, as soon as I meet him, I will give up immediately.
Yes, I think I just gave up when I met him.
You are right. It seems that the winner of Stage 4 must be him.
Ao Canyang Zhanchen looked at his majestic back, a light flashed in his eyes, this was probably the first barrier he had to overcome.
Ao Canyang stood on the stage for ten full minutes without seeing his opponent come on stage. The elder had to announce loudly: his opponent abstained and Ao Canyang won.
Ao Canyang spread his hands, shook his head in boredom, and walked off the stage. This must be the loneliness of the strong.
But none of the audience below laughed at the escapee, because this is the law of the jungle. In this martial arts arena where there is no guarantee of survival, self-knowledge is the key to saving life.
A slightly disappointed look flashed across Zhan Chen's eyes. He also wanted to see Ao Canyang's first battle in order to formulate a strategy to defeat him.
But one thing he knew in his heart was that Ao Canyang was a warrior who cultivated the fire-attributed essence, and it would be absolutely disadvantageous for him to face him.
However, soon he no longer had the heart to care about this, because the elder called his name: No. 80 Zhan Chen vs. No. 110 Lin Xin
Zhan Chen calmed down his thoughts and flew onto the stage. His opponent came on stage almost at the same time as him. When he took a closer look, he saw that the person standing opposite him was a middle-aged man with a dirty beard, disheveled hair, and a dark body.
There seems to be a foul odor coming from my body. I'm afraid I haven't taken a shower in a year and a half.
He put the weapon, a nine-ringed sword, on his shoulder and looked at Zhan Chen with eyes as if he were looking at a ten-year-old child, full of disdain.
Zhan Chen used the True Eye Secret Technique to take a look again and found that Lin Xing's cultivation had reached the ultimate level of King Wu's Dzogchen. No wonder he was so arrogant. No wonder he acted like he was sure of himself.
Lin Xing took the lead and smiled at Zhan Chen: You must be that Zhan Chen. I advise you to be more sensible and get off the stage. Otherwise, I will chop you in half with a knife.
As if they were echoing Lin Ting, many people below were also talking: Oh no, no, Zhan Chen was unlucky. He met King Wu's master Lin Ting in the first match. He couldn't win.
There were even a few well-wishers who shouted to him: Zhan Chen, if you don’t hurry up, give up.
However, Zhan Chen seemed to be stubborn and still stood on the stage, standing firmly as if there were roots under his feet.
At this time, the elder finally announced: The game begins
Lin Zhen had already held back enough energy and rushed towards Zhan Chen quickly. Even though his body looked like a panda, he moved like a tiger or a leopard, like a speeding train, unstoppable.
He quickly bullied Zhan Chen, raised the long knife with both hands and struck at Zhan Chen fiercely. At this time, Zhan Chen seemed to have been frightened, and stood there blankly, watching helplessly as the knife struck his head.
Come.
Lin Xing seemed to have seen the scene where Zhan Chen's head was split in half and his brains were splattered. He liked to watch others being hacked to death like this, with a sinister smile on his lips. It was very satisfying.
However, at this moment, he suddenly found that Zhan Chen in front of him had disappeared. He thought he had an illusion. He blinked and took a closer look, and found that Zhan Chen had indeed disappeared in front of him. So Zhan Chen had disappeared right in front of him.
Where did Chen run off to?
Lin Zing seemed to hear a voice, and then felt a chill in his heart. The tip of a long sword actually came out from the front of his chest.
What the hell is going on? He wanted to howl, he wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, because he found himself falling down quickly, his vision gradually blurred, and he fell into an endless abyss of darkness.
Pulling out the Silver Dragon Kiss Sword, Zhan Chen looked at Lin Xing's fallen body without a trace of pity in his eyes. Yes, such a scumbag, even if he kills a thousand or ten thousand, his heart will not soften.
one time.
At this time, there was even silence under the No. 4 fighting stage, and you could even hear the fierce cheers and cheers from the surrounding stage. Yes, there was no movement at all. Everyone was stunned by Zhan Chen's elusive footwork.
, I don’t know whether what he performed was footwork or magic.
The strong men of King Wu's Dzogchen had no power to resist in front of him. No, they couldn't even resist. They were just killed by one sword.
In just an instant, Zhan Chen's weak and insignificant image in everyone's minds collapsed, and was replaced by a tall and majestic body of a strong man.
Someone from the crowd of Zhan Chen said something, breaking the dull atmosphere.
In an instant, the area around Channel 4 was filled with praise, exclamations, and discussions.
If you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear about young talents, geniuses, level-up challenges, and even a fight with Ao Canyang, etc.
At this time, the elder on the stage walked to the center and announced loudly: Zhan Chen wins
At this time, Zhan Chen turned around and jumped off the stage, waiting to watch the next competition. At this time, there were many annoying bees and flies buzzing around him. It was a group of people who saw him pick the fruits of victory.
People were attracted by the sweet aroma of the fruit.
He had no choice but to ignore it, and soon the bees and flies became disappointed and left him one after another.
Zhan Chen could finally focus on watching the game again. Suddenly, he felt that he seemed to be targeted by a powerful aura. He quickly turned around and saw that it was indeed Ao Canyang who was looking at him with interest, his eyes still filled with excitement.
Provocative meaning.
His heart suddenly tightened, not with fear, but with excitement, pride, and a passion for a hearty battle.
Ao Canyang, you wait, I am Zhan Chen. At this time, his heart was screaming.