Zhang Du was stunned. He was not a stingy person, nor did he think Xiao Jiang was a big talker. He nodded and made a move with his hand, revealing a long sword. He turned around and a sword energy condensed to ten feet was directed directly.
Sweep out.
At the level of Martial King and above, the battle can be limited to a certain area. This arena is only a hundred feet in diameter. Such a condensed sword energy is just the best range.
"hold head high……"
With a dragon roar, Xiao Jiang slapped out a ten-foot golden dragon with one palm. The golden dragon opened its mouth and bit the sword energy. Hearing the crackling sound, the sword energy was destroyed by the fragmentation energy contained in the golden dragon. In the blink of an eye, it hit Zhang.
All in the abdomen.
"call."
Zhang Du only felt the huge force sealing his whole body. The next second he was blasted under the ring. He stared blankly at Xiao Jiang who was holding fists against him on the ring and smiled bitterly. He also held fists in return and retreated.
.
"This palm is above the sixth level of King Wu, and the palm technique is surprisingly powerful. When it hits the opponent, it can be controlled so well that it does not hurt the opponent at all. It is very powerful."
A man of no apparent age in the audience was amazed. Next to him sat Liu Ying, a rare acquaintance of Xiao Jiang. At this time, in addition to her eyebrows being blue, a strand of her hair had also turned aqua blue. She said in surprise.
:
"Grandpa, is Xiao Jiang really that powerful? Seeing how gentle and gentle he is, I thought he just liked refining medicine."
The man smiled and said:
"The foreign aid invited by Holy Son of Medicine Palace is indeed no ordinary genius. His control ability may be no less than that of Martial Lord. It seems that he wants to strongly deter all opponents and compete for the most favorable momentum for Holy Son of Medicine Palace."
Liuying said:
"Can he really do it? Zhou Sen, Qian'er and Leng Yue are all Martial King level seven or above. He is only one hundred and fourteen years old. Even if he is a peerless genius, he doesn't seem to have a strong backing.
It is very rare for a person to be able to cultivate to such a level, how can it be compared with these people."
The man smiled and said:
"Because of this, he grew up by fighting all the way. He is not a flower in a greenhouse. Only cold plums appear in the harsh winter. A real strong person needs to be constantly tempered, rather than constantly practicing at home. Ying'er, it's time for you to go out and practice."
, don’t think about your own identity, then you will have the chance to become a real master instead of just practicing in vain.”
The man saw clearly. He was also a strong man who grew up in battles. He had always opposed the cultivation of masters by forcing young people to encourage others, but others could not change anything at all. What could be changed might be his own family.
In the arena, the number one is Bingong Zhou Sen. He has no one to challenge yet and is looking at the number three. He also knows that Zhang Du is challenging Xiao Jiang and he can be regarded as a young master in the sect.
He could be knocked off the ring by Xiao Jiang in one move, but he could not defeat Zhou Sen without any injuries.
Zhou Sen glanced at Xiao Jiang with burning eyes. He felt that only this person was his opponent. Wugong Qian'er on the second stage and Leng Yue, another Wugong disciple under the stage, did not have much ability against him.
threaten.
At this time, all the contestants except him were speechless. In just a few seconds, Xiao Jiang won the first game. They who originally wanted to take advantage of the situation were stunned.
Xiao Jiang didn't care about that. He had already received the mission to win the first place in the Tianfeng Competition, so everyone here had to deal with it quickly. He looked at a man with a stern face in the crowd and said:
"What's your surname, brother?"
The man's heart suddenly trembled. This Xiao Jiang defeated Zhang Du and actually picked him first. It seemed that the other party's purpose was to make others lose confidence.
"Wugong Lengyue."
The man answered in a deep voice, Xiao Jiang nodded slightly and said:
"Then this round I challenge Senior Brother Lengyue."
Leng Yue glanced at the eyes of those competing around him. He was very aware of his current situation. If he lost to Xiao Jiang, it would mean that there was almost no chance of entering the top three. The others were all here to join in the fun.
What is his ranking in the sect, but he is a genius cultivated by the Martial Palace to enter the top three and fight against Tianfeng.
If he loses, he will have to fight Qian Yue'er. If he can defeat Qian Yue'er, and Qian'er is also defeated by Xiao Jiang, he will have a chance.
"call."
Leng Yue had no choice but to go directly to the ring. He cupped his fists and said:
"Brother Xiao, you are very strong, and I am not sure of victory, but I also want to know where your bottom line is."
Xiao Jiang smiled slightly and said:
"Senior Brother Lengyue, I told Senior Brother Zhang before that anyone in the arena today will be defeated by one move from me, so please don't be offended. I'll take the move."
"hold head high."
This time Xiao Jiang took action first, with the same giant dragon fist shadow, but more than ten times more powerful. Leng Yue's heart froze when he saw it. If Zhang Du had faced that move before, he could have said that he had barely made it, but Xiao Jiang's
An explosion made him feel that the whole world was being squeezed by a powerful fist, and he had to roar and push out a ball of extremely cold air with both palms to form an air wall.
"boom."
The air wall collapsed directly like a cast of sand, and an irresistible force pushed Leng Yue backwards until he fell out of the ring and the force suddenly dissipated.
Standing outside the ring, Leng Yue looked at Xiao Jiang with a look of disbelief, clasping his fists and saying:
"It turns out that Senior Brother Xiao has reached the realm of Martial Master, and it is estimated that all the young peers here are already difficult to match. I, Leng Yue, have always regarded myself as a genius. Today I finally understand that there is a sky outside the world, and there are people outside the world. Leng Yue admires me. I believe that with Senior Brother Xiao here, this competition
Lingtian Sect must go higher."
Leng Yue is not a narrow-minded person. It should be said that no real genius will be narrow-minded. Otherwise, the genius will only become a useless person and become a devil.
Although everyone has different views on victory and defeat, as long as there is no hatred or resentment in winning or losing the game, there will only be a very small number of people in the world who cannot afford to lose.
Leng Yue was defeated and retired, and the elder beside the ring couldn't help but be secretly surprised. In the Lingtian Sect's millions of years, he had seen many geniuses and monster-level talents, but he had never seen such an incredibly powerful monster as Xiao Jiang.
Pass.
It was simply unheard of for a Martial Lord who was over a hundred years old to cultivate to this level on his own.
"Xiao Jiang won the second round of the third arena. Do you want to challenge in the second round?"
Xiao Jiang nodded and looked at the waiting team. He looked at a disciple from the thirteenth sect on the edge and said:
"I choose him."
The man raised his hand with a wry smile and said:
"Kinmen disciple Tie Wu, give up this challenge. My cultivation level is far inferior to that of Senior Brother Leng. I might as well admit defeat. Otherwise, I will waste time if I go up and come down immediately."
Just give up this game, this Tiewu is more sensible. Anyway, they are losing, so it is better to save their strength and wait for a good ranking. Anyway, they all know that there is no hope for the top three.