Chapter 1046: Never Forget the Secret Technique of Stealing the Master
Tens of thousands of people from the Blood Crystal Tribe entered the Demon Cave in batches and received the baptism of the holy spring water.
Two hours later, the blood sacrifice ceremony ended.
It was late at night, and the people who did not participate in the selection left the magic cave one after another.
Those who want to participate in the selection of warriors and bodyguards all stay in the magic cave, waiting for the selection of the tribal chief and high priest.
A total of more than 3,000 demon youths stood quietly around the ancestor altar.
Everyone was filled with excitement, their eyes full of anticipation, and they were whispering among themselves.
The tribal chief glanced majestically at the crowd, waved the dark gold scepter in his hand, and said loudly: "Anyone who wants to participate in the selection of the Saint's personal guard should follow me to the martial arts field.
Those who participated in the selection of warriors stayed to wait for the selection of the high priest."
Obviously, the high priest is responsible for selecting warriors to participate in the war, and the tribal chief is responsible for selecting the saint's bodyguards.
As his words fell, more than thirty demon youths with strength reaching the fifth level of Yuan Dan Realm walked out of the crowd one after another.
Everyone followed the tribal chief to leave the magic cave and go to the martial arts field in the town.
Ji Tianxing followed the team with an expressionless face, silent and not as excited as the others.
Not long after, everyone arrived at the martial arts arena in the town.
The blood crystal tribe's martial arts arena is an open-air square with a radius of 300 meters.
It was late at night, the cold wind was howling, heavy snow was falling, and the ground of the martial arts field was covered with thick snow.
Ji Tianxing and more than thirty demon youths walked through the thick snow and walked into the martial arts field.
The tribal chief stood in the middle of the martial arts arena, waved his dark gold scepter, and released thousands of rays of blood, sprinkling around the martial arts arena.
Immediately, the defensive array in the martial arts arena was activated.
A dark red bloody light curtain enveloped the entire martial arts arena.
The tribal chief held the scepter and solemnly announced: "Although everyone enthusiastically signed up to participate in the selection of the Saint's personal guard, only one person can win in the end.
I will now start a random roll call. You will have to compete in pairs. The winner will be determined by one game.
The loser will be eliminated on the spot, and the winner will continue to challenge until the first place is determined..."
Hearing the chief's words, the hearts of more than thirty demon youths clenched and their expressions became serious.
More than thirty people participated in the competition, but only one person won in the end. Such fierce competition not only did not make them retreat, but also inspired everyone's fighting spirit and fighting spirit.
At this time, the tribal chief took out a piece of parchment with everyone's names recorded on it, and said in a majestic voice: "The first game, Ye Luqing versus Bach."
Two demon youths wearing leather armor, burly figures and powerful auras strode out of the crowd.
The two of them walked to the martial arts arena and stood there, looking at each other. Their whole bodies were filled with strong fighting spirit, and their bodies lit up with dark red blood.
"The competition begins!" The tribal chief waved his scepter and shouted in a deep voice.
Both of them let out a low shout, and immediately burst out with powerful force. They pounced on each other like tigers, waving their fists and kicks and sending blood all over the sky.
“Bang bang bang!”
Neither of them used weapons, they only used their fists, kicks, and body skills to use magic secrets to fight against each other.
Dull crashes and collisions, as well as the roars and shouts of the two people, continued to erupt, echoing in the night sky.
Unknowingly, the two of them had exchanged more than twenty moves, and their noses and faces were bruised and swollen, and their bodies were covered with wounds and blood.
But they didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and they fought even more crazily.
Both of them were at the sixth level of the Yuan Dan Realm. After fighting hundreds of moves, they were still evenly matched, and it was hard to tell the difference.
The more than thirty young people watching the match watched intently and cheered and shouted for the two men.
Ji Tianxing also stared closely at the two figures, silently observing their martial arts moves and secret techniques.
No one would have thought that the reason why he observed carefully was not to watch the fun and results, but to secretly learn the secret martial arts skills of the demons!
He has the gift of photographic memory. After watching the two demons perform martial arts and secret techniques, he can quickly imitate them.
After half a quarter of an hour, the two people in the field fought with each other for more than 200 moves, and finally the winner was determined.
The demon youth named Ye Luqing was defeated and walked out of the martial arts arena covered in blood and left with a sad expression.
Bach won the victory, but it was also a difficult victory, and his body was covered with scars and blood.
The tribal chief took out the parchment again and read out the name of a demon youth.
So, a tall and powerful young man walked out of the crowd and continued to challenge Bach.
Although there is not much difference in strength between the two, Bach has already fought a fierce battle, suffered serious injuries, and consumed a lot of strength.
The result is beyond doubt. The two exchanged more than twenty moves before Bach was beaten to the ground and passed out on the spot.
Two demon youths rushed forward and carried the unconscious Bach away.
The tribal chief continued to read the name, and another demon youth appeared to challenge the young man.
As time passed, the news of the fighting in the martial arts field spread, attracting countless demons to watch.
Two to three thousand people gathered around the martial arts arena, watching the battle across the bloody formation, cheering for the demon youths.
One after another, the demon youths appeared to challenge their opponents, and everyone fought fiercely in the martial arts arena, with a roaring sound.
The violent and raging energy blew away the snow all over the ground.
The dazzling blood light illuminated the dark night sky.
The dark brown rocky ground was also blasted with cracks and many potholes due to the aftermath of the fighting.
An hour later, more than 20 of the more than 30 demon youths were eliminated, leaving only the last ten.
Finally, the tribal chief read a name, Wulong.
Ji Tianxing was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked out of the crowd and came to the middle of the martial arts field.
The opponent he wanted to challenge was a demon youth who was taller and more powerful than him.
This person possesses the strength of the eighth level of Yuan Dan Realm and has won four games in a row.
"Oolong? Why have I never heard your boy's name?"
The demon youth raised his hand to wipe away the remaining blood on his face, squinting at Ji Tianxing and grinning.
His red eyes were as red as fire, flashing with violent and bloodthirsty light, making him look very ferocious and terrifying.
Ji Tianxing, however, had no expression on his face and said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it before. After tonight, you will always remember my name!"
Hearing his confident and arrogant words, the thousands of demons watching the battle all around cheered and laughed excitedly, cheering for him.
The demon youth suddenly became furious, roared in a deep voice, turned into a dazzling bloody light, and exploded with indestructible power, blasting towards him.
"Asshole! You are so arrogant, go to hell!"
In just the blink of an eye, the bloody giant sword transformed by the demon youth rushed in front of Ji Tianxing.
The demonic people watching the battle all around exclaimed and shouted.
However, Ji Tianxing's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his palms with a calm expression, condensed a ten-meter-long bloody sword, and slashed hard at the demon youth.