Two Hundred and Eighth Contest

"You!" Liu Bingkun was furious. If he was not in Yunxiao Palace, even if he knew he was not He Changxiao's opponent, he would have made a move long ago.

He Changxiao looked at Facheng with a smile and said, "Sovereign, I heard that all the patriarchs of the Daoist Realm of your Tianyuan Zong Patriarch Hall entered that battlefield, and all of them died in battle, without any survivors. Ranked among the top ten factions, do you think it is absurd?"

Facheng didn't answer, but asked instead: "Elder He came all the way to Tianyuan, isn't it just to say these things?"

He Changxiao laughed loudly, waved his hands and said, "Of course not, didn't you see the fifteen disciples I specially brought here? They are all new disciples of my Jujian Sect this year, and they have only practiced in my sect for more than half a year. They are all arrogant and arrogant, their eyes are higher than the top, it is really difficult to discipline! Alas, so I will bring them to see the world, and learn from the disciples of famous schools, so that they can know that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky , from now on we can concentrate on cultivation, guard against arrogance and impetuosity!"

What He Changxiao said was high-sounding, but everyone could tell that the other party was clearly here to challenge.

Facheng sneered and said, "Okay, I, Tianyuan, have also recruited some new disciples this year, just in time for them to compete with each other and prove the Dao."

"It's a deal! Thank you suzerain!" He Changxiao said immediately, as if he was afraid that Facheng would go back on his word.

Immediately, He Changxiao proposed that tomorrow there would be three competitions in the square in front of the Yunxiao Temple, each battle until the winner was decided, regardless of life or death.

Fa Cheng suggested that he only fight with fists and kicks without using swords, and He Changxiao agreed.

On the second day, the new disciples of Tianyuanzong stood in a line, and Zhou Xing was among them, feeling nervous.

A total of fifteen people were facing them, all of whom were disciples of the Jujian Sect.

The elder of the Kung Fu Hall, surnamed Ji and named Qingsong, was in charge of hosting the competition. He stood in the center of the square, while the others sat in the viewing seats, and no one spoke.

The skinny Ji Qingsong said to He Changxiao: "We are guests from afar, and guests can freely assign Jujianzong disciples to challenge any of my new Tianyuan disciples."

He Changxiao sneered, and said to the person standing at the front of his team: "Ma Yuanshan, come and fight the first round, your opponent is... him!"

He Changxiao pointed to someone among Tianyuan's new disciples. This person was named Li Guanlin. He had not long been on the mountain, and now he was practicing with the suzerain. Everyone looked up to him.

Zhou Xing let out a long breath,

The hanging heart is temporarily put down.

Li Guanlin showed no signs of fear, instead he stepped forward excitedly and came to the center of the square together with Ma Yuanshan. The two stood still after ten steps apart.

Everyone else retreated to the edge of the square, giving them space.

Li Guanlin chuckled and said, "Your Elder He chose you to deal with me. It was really a mistake. It seems that you are going to lose first."

Ma Yuanshan's expression was indifferent, and he didn't answer. His body suddenly leaned forward, and he rushed forward at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Li Guanlin's eyes. The two fingers of his right hand pointed at the latter's heart vein with lightning speed, and there was a red glow on the fingertips. linger.

"Piercing finger!"

Li Guanlin was startled, although he had been on guard all the time, he still didn't expect the opponent's attack to be so straightforward, swift, and ruthless, and the first move was a fatal move. This made him put away his contempt immediately, and counteracted the blow with the "Tianyuan Finger".

Although the two were also at the middle level of the first glimpse, everyone present could see that Ma Yuanshan was calm and decisive, and gained the upper hand after two or three moves.

Li Guanlin still had the energy to fight back at the beginning, but after burning the incense, he felt that the spiritual energy in his body was seriously depleted, and he was a little weak to continue. However, Ma Yuanshan's momentum remained undiminished, and he became more and more courageous as he fought, forcing Li Guanlin to be exhausted in dodging and parrying.

Soon, Li Guanlin's chest was hit by a palm, and the opponent's spiritual energy was released, forming a second palm, which hit Li Guanlin's chest again, and the latter immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and flew out backwards.

Ma Yuanshan snorted coldly and returned to the team.

Ji Qingsong flew in front of Li Guanlin, checked his breath, nodded, and said to everyone: "In the first round, Jujian Zong won."

Everyone in Tianyuan's heart sank, they didn't expect Li Guanlin to lose, and they lost so quickly.

He Changxiao nodded to Ma Yuanshan, and said with a smile: "Time is always precious for monks to practice, let's move on to the next game right away." Seeing that Facheng had no objection, he went to his own team again, pointed at one of the people in the middle, and said, "Xu Chu, Xin You are ranked seventh among the disciples, and you should find the seventh person across from you to discuss and learn from each other."

Xu Chu was more than ten feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, big shoulders and round waist, with a ferocious expression on his face. He jumped on the spot and landed in the center of the square, but he landed without much noise.

Zhou Xingzheng secretly rejoiced that the opponent did not choose him this time, and saw Die Wu walk out of the team and walk towards the opponent. Only then did he suddenly realize that the seventh person on his side was her.

Zhou Xing's heart that had just let go immediately hung up again, and he was sweating for Die Wu.

Xu Chu looked Die Wu up and down, and said with a chuckle: "Seeing that you are a woman, and you are quite good-looking, I can't take advantage of you. Let you do three tricks. I won't move, and I won't fight back."

Die Wu was blatantly insulted, she couldn't help raising her brows upside down, her almond eyes widened, she hurriedly made a decision, jumped up, and slashed the opponent's head with the momentum of Mount Tai, and the single palm was wrapped in spiritual energy, which doubled its power.

When Xu Chu was about to hit his head with his palm, he turned around, his movement was as fast as lightning, and then he kicked Die Wu in the abdomen with great force. Die Wu, like Li Guanlin, also flew upside down.

Die Wu endured the pain, and hastily gritted his teeth to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, and landed on the ground in a standing posture in a slightly embarrassed position.

"Despicable!" the girl hated.

"What, despicable?" Xu Chu laughed loudly, "You are too naive!"

As soon as the words fell, he also rushed towards the opponent like Ma Yuanshan, and before Die Wu had recovered from his pain, he launched a stormy attack without the slightest intention of pity.

Die Wu's cultivation base was not as good as the opponent's, and he was injured again. How could he stand up to such an offensive, and he was defeated in a short time.

"Too weak! Too weak! You are too weak!" Xu Chu whined loudly while beating him, so angry that all the Tianyuan disciples wanted to rush up and tear him to pieces.

"Stop!" Ji Qingsong shouted.

Xu Chu had already sent out his last punch, but he deliberately pretended not to be able to hold back his fist, and still hit Die Wu hard on the head, causing the latter to fly backwards again.

Ji Qingsong hurriedly caught his apprentice in mid-air, and immediately stuffed a red elixir into her mouth, and then put his two fingers on her wrist, sending spiritual energy for healing.

Looking at the unconscious Die Wu bleeding from the corner of his mouth, Zhou Xing gritted his teeth, furious in his heart, wishing to punch that Xu Chu to death.

Xu Chu looked at Tianyuan disciples provocatively, and swaggered back to the team.

He Changxiao didn't hide his pleasure at all, and said loudly: "Since three games have been won and two games have been won, it seems that the third game is unnecessary, lest Tianyuan disciples get hurt again, so farewell!"

Hearing what the other party said, Zhou Xing couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward and said angrily: "It's agreed that there will be three games, and it will be three games! If you don't dare to compete in the third game, then you will lose! "