Because of the different competition formats, except for the ordinary spectators who are no longer participating in the competition but still stay in the open space, the players in each group have already gone to the venues of each group to see the moves of the opponents they may encounter in the future.
I don’t know what happened to the Luotian Dajiao, but the process has indeed been offset. The only thing that may still exist is the result.
On the field, with the referee's announcement, the game officially started.
"Taoist Priest Wang Ye, we finally meet." Looking at Wang Ye who was still a little lazy, Zhuge Qing's eyes were still slit: "I admire Taoist Priest Wang Ye's cultivation. It's a pity that he will always be lazy.
Looks like..."
"Are you lazy...but..." Wang Ye fell silent, but his eyes were looking at the direction of Zhuge Qing. He exerted force with his feet, exerted force with his Tai Chi yin hands, and the endless palm force enveloped Zhuge Qing like clouds.
Qing Zhoushen: "It also depends on the right person!"
'You are so impatient and want to strike first, do you not want me to use my magic?'
With a thought in his heart, Zhuge Qing quickly retreated and left the area covered by Wang Ye's palm.
Seeing this, Wang Ye suddenly raised his hand to one side, and the continuous palm force instantly became sticky. With a pull of his hands, an invisible force grabbed Zhuge Qing's arm and pulled it back.
‘Yin hand, sticky strength?’
He guessed the move in his heart. Although Zhuge Qing was pulled over again, he was not in a hurry. He stepped forward, raised his arms, and struck out with a palm.
boom!
Like a cannonball exploding, a violent force instantly exploded Wang Ye's sticky energy and the extended palm force he had deployed previously.
In an instant, Zhuge Qing exerted force on his waist and hips, shook his arms again, and directly sent Wang Ye flying away.
As soon as he withdrew his palm power, Zhuge Qing stepped forward, and the Wuhou Qimen Bureau was completely launched without the king being able to stop it.
At this time, Zhuge Qing looked at Wang Ye: "Master Wang Ye, if you want to use Tai Chi Kung Fu to prevent me from using magic, you are looking down on me too much."
"Hey, we still failed." Wang sighed a little, but he didn't give up directly. He stepped forward again, changed the moves in his hands, and grabbed Zhuge Qing.
only...
"Gen character, Kunlun."
As soon as the formation moved, a heavy power like the Kunlun Mountains instantly blessed Zhuge Qing, providing him with.
With a pop, the wild horse's mane struck Zhuge Qing with a powerful blow, but it had no effect at all, as if it had hit a stubborn rock.
The power of his palm was neutralized, and Zhuge Qing was firmly locked in place as if he had taken root, motionless, completely ignoring Wang Ye's subsequent pull.
At this time, Wang finally gave up and sighed again.
He was sighing, but Zhuge Qing did not hesitate at all. He raised his palm and waved suddenly: "The word Kun means Tuheche! The word Kun means flowing stone!"
The earth and rocks surged up like a carriage and rolled towards Wang Ye. The sharp stones passed by like bullets, but there was no murderous intent in them.
Seeing that the power was unstoppable, Wang Ye turned his face slightly, and instantly used his right Yang Hand to strike out with a palm. The force of the palm was as fast and strong as the blazing sun, and the earth-river chariot collapsed.
However, with a whoosh, a flowing stone broke through Wang Ye's defense, leaving a long and narrow wound on his face.
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work. Tai Chi can't stop it."
After touching the wound on his face, Wang Ye raised his head and looked at Zhuge Qing: "Thank you very much... If you hadn't been merciful, I would have gone straight to the stage..."
"You're welcome..." Zhuge Qing smiled slightly: "However, Taoist Wang Ye, now that things have happened, are you still unwilling to use warlock methods..."
Wang Ye:......
Looking at Zhuge Qing chatting there, Wang Ye sighed inwardly again, and finally there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes: "Zhuge Qing...have you ever been defeated?"
Looking at the two people who fell silent below, Jiang Xin's whole body's true energy was running wildly, and a substantial energy light even appeared in his pupils, and he looked closely at the people below without moving.
What he expected was good, the two of them were going to start a strange game soon. He was looking forward to seeing whether his perception could see the existence of the game.
...
At the same time, at another venue, the first game of Group B: the match between Little Vulcan and Yun has officially started.
"This time it's a man, that's great." Looking at the little Vulcan opposite who was all orange and red, Yun felt a breath of relief in his heart. He stretched out his hand and took the measuring ruler in his hand.
Without encountering an extremely disgusting stranger like the Warlock, the Little Vulcan's wedding at Luotian was extremely smooth.
He didn't know anything else, but relied on his superb control and understanding of flames to defeat all his opponents along the way.
This time, even if he was facing Yun, he was still full of confidence.
Looking at the clouds hidden under the mask, the little Vulcan chuckled, and his body surface temperature gradually began to rise: "You pretender, I will burn your mask until not a single bit is left!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of vigorous flames burst into flames. With his feet exerting force, the little Vulcan rushed out like a chariot of flames.
During this process, he moved his hands continuously, and every moment, several fireballs roared out at a faster speed.
Feeling the heat wave hitting his face, Yun's eyes were extremely calm. He turned the ruler in his hand, and streams of silvery white light streaked through the air, breaking the menacing fireball into discrete sparks.
"The reaction speed is quite fast." The little Vulcan chuckled, and the fire rose in his palm, and he grabbed the measuring ruler in Yun's hand.
Naturally, Yun couldn't be afraid of the steel knife against flesh, but considering that this was just a competition, he still deliberately adjusted the angle of the blade to ensure that the little Vulcan's palm would not be cut off at once.
boom!
The two sides were about to break up at the first touch. A small scar appeared on the little Vulcan's hand, and in less than a second of contact, Yun's ruler became hot to the touch.
Although the celestial ruler in his hand has been chemicalized, its essence is still steel alloy with high thermal conductivity.
"It's really troublesome."
Looking at the little Vulcan who retreated out, Yun immediately understood what he was thinking.
At the expense of a few innocuous wounds, the ruler is heated continuously. In just three or four times at most, the temperature of the ruler will rise to the point where it cannot be held by human hands.
This ability of his can only be used with a weapon in hand. Once he cannot hold the ruler, he will lose sooner or later.
"If you don't have a weapon, then force your opponent to have no weapons too. You're really good at it."
Looking at the little Vulcan who was eager to try again, Yun shook his head, then raised his hand: "I admit defeat."
no way.
Chapter completed!