Chapter 67 Hezhou 7th Son

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Zhou An walked straight onto the competition stage. There was no one on the stage. The winner of the previous round went down to rest. He looked at the people below and said loudly:

"I don't want to cause too much trouble, just the strongest among you can come up."

Such arrogant words immediately stirred up waves in the audience. No one expected that this shabby-looking man would come up and shout at everyone, as if no one took him seriously.

A shirtless monk with a green and black mask on his face jumped up from below and said coldly to Zhou An: "Don't be too arrogant, boy, you are an outsider. In my territory of Daqi, you must know how to keep your head down." !”

Zhou An didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the white-haired referee holding a pen and asked, "Can we start?"

The referee was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "You can take action as long as the opponent comes on stage. You don't need to ask me. I will judge the outcome of the game."

"You are not allowed to kill. Those who kill will be punished."

The monk in the green and black mask had just activated his spiritual energy, forming a dark ghost shadow around him, when he saw a ray of light being thrown towards him at such a fast speed that it was impossible to dodge it.

In just a moment, before anyone else could react, he was knocked out and fell onto the competition stage.

There was silence in the audience, everyone stared at Zhou An in surprise, only to see a bronze flying knife slowly float back and land on Zhou An's hand.

The strength of both sides is not at the same level at all, it is considered a dimensionality reduction attack.

Qi Fugui took a breath of air: "Is this the sword-controlling technique? Isn't the sword-controlling technique the secret method of Wangtian Sect?"

The old monk next to him shook his head: "It doesn't look like it, without the pull of spiritual power, the strength is quite strong, more like it is driven by pure sword intention..."

Qi Fugui had a thoughtful look on his face, "If he is driven by pure sword intent, I am afraid that this person's sword intent has already been fully developed, and it is probably only a matter of time before he takes the high road."

Sword intent can often determine a sword cultivator's final achievement, and Zhou An doesn't seem to be particularly strong, but he has such a profound sword intent, which is unheard of.

Seeing the silence in the audience, Zhou An couldn't help but feel a little complacent and continued to shout:

"Is there anyone stronger? Don't just stand down there, come up if you feel like it, otherwise I will declare that I am the winner tonight."

Before Zhou An could finish his words, a monk in black robes flew up into the air, his spiritual energy spreading out like waves, as if a dragon was swimming in it.

But before he could stand firm on the stage, he saw a ray of yellow light burst towards him. He was knocked out again and fell to the audience. He didn't suffer much injury, just a shot on his shoulder. Kouzi.

The man squatted on the ground blankly, obviously not reacting yet, and then shouted angrily: "You're cheating! You took action before I was ready!"

Zhou An pointed at the referee on the side with an innocent face and said: "He said that as long as you get on the stage, you can take action. It's not my fault. If you have any problems, go to the referee."

The referee's eyelids twitched, feeling that there was something wrong, but looking back, Zhou An's actions were in line with the regulations, but he was a little shameless and did not have the bearing of an immortal cultivator at all. He said in a deep voice:

"If you lose, you lose. Don't make excuses."

The man blushed and felt very embarrassed. He lowered his head and left from the crowd.

The defeat was too clean and tidy, and he was beaten down as soon as he went up.

"Is there anyone else? If there is no one, I will be the winner." Zhou An said loudly.

Immediately there were monks in the audience who couldn't stand Zhou An's proud look and said to the people next to him: "He was just relying on a sneak attack. There is no problem with the defensive skills."

Others thought it made sense. Zhou An didn't seem to be particularly strong at the moment. He just knocked people out of the ring unexpectedly every time.

Someone immediately reacted: "If that's the case, then why don't you go up."

The man said confidently: "We must let the strongest one go up. If we let this kid win, our Kaiyuan City will be completely embarrassed."

Amid a flurry of chatter, a handsome man with a long sword in his hand slowly walked onto the ring.

The moment he walked down, Zhou An repeated his old trick and threw the flying knife in his hand. This time he did not succeed. Instead, it was bounced away by the man's long sword.

"Your Majesty, you are looking down upon me for using such small means." The man said with a smile, the long sword in his hand glowed with a green light, and he looked very graceful, "I'm Yi Lianjie, I was just here to see the excitement. , but it seems that Your Excellency’s swordsmanship is very superb, so I feel a little itchy.”

at the same time.

There were several young female monks below shouting: "Senior brother is so handsome! Senior brother is so handsome!"

Zhou An heard the sound, looked down the stage, and said with some envy: "I didn't expect that you still have fans who are cheering you?"

When Yi Lianjie heard the voice, the expression on his face became a little tense: "No, they are just brothers and sisters from the same sect."

Although he couldn't understand the strange words in Zhou An's mouth, he could still understand the general meaning from the tone.

At this time.

People in the audience also started whispering.

"I didn't expect that such a monk would come to a small place like ours." A middle-aged monk who was richly dressed and looked very knowledgeable said in surprise.

Everyone nearby looked over, and someone asked, "This name does sound familiar."

Another person interrupted and said: "Yi Lianjie, one of the seven sons of Hezhou, is said to be extremely accomplished in the sword."

Zhou An could feel that this man's strength was extraordinary, and he had a serious look on his face, "You're just fighting me just to fight me? Is this necessary?"

The long sword in Yi Lianjie's hand turned into seven, and seven sword lights of different colors appeared in the space, and ripples of water appeared in the space. "Didn't you say to let the strongest person come up? Of course I can't back down."

Zhou An's face twitched and he said calmly: "Actually, I was just getting high."

"..." Yi Lianjie shot seven sword lights of different colors towards Zhou An, "I will suppress my own strength in the golden elixir. I hope you can take it. If you take it, I will lose."

He felt that Zhou An was just a golden elixir stage monk who was just suppressing his strength.

Zhou An felt that he might have been underestimated, but seeing that the opponent was so graceful, he did not choose to use force to overwhelm him, but responded with pure sword intent, also suppressing his strength to the seventh level.

The decayed sword intent spreads in the space like mist. It is invisible, but it can also be felt.

The seven sword lights quickly melted away when they came into contact with the rotten sword intent.

Zhou An got close to him and knocked Yi Lianjie back with one strike of his sword, clearly gaining the upper hand.

Yi Lianjie was stunned. He looked at the long sword in his hand blankly. He hadn't realized how he lost. He was about to take action again, but he heard Zhou An say: "Have I already won? What you just said As long as I take this move, I will win."

Yes, not only did he take it, he also completely defeated him.

Yi Lianjie took a breath, nodded and said, "Yes, I lost."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the audience, very neatly.

Others in the audience were even more shocked. Yi Lianjie actually lost, to this monk who didn't know where he came from.

Those are the seven sons of Hezhou. They all have at least the cultivation level of Nascent Soul stage, and their strength is even more powerful.

It is said that Yi Lianjie was once chased by a monk in the transformation stage. Not only did he escape unscathed, but he took the opportunity to injure him.

The monk next to Qi Fugui pondered: "Your Majesty, this is incredible. In terms of sword power alone, Yi Lianjie can't compare to him. As long as we recruit him to Da Qi Immortal Mansion and train him with all our strength, Da Qi Immortal will be the best in the future." There will definitely be one more great monk in the mansion."

Qi Fugui was silent for a long time without speaking, and shook his head: "It's too good to be true, but it's not a good thing. He seems to be a man of orthodoxy. It's okay to make friends with him. Let's talk about other things later."

Zhou An looked at the monks in the audience with a smile and continued to shout: "Is there anyone else?"

At this time.

Some people couldn't hold it in any longer: "It's no big deal to bully a small one. You can do whatever you want. There's no need to humiliate us here!"

The audience was noisy for a moment, and no one came on stage. Zhou An looked at the referee next to him: "Did this person declare me the winner?"

The referee's face twitched, a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Zhou An: "Senior... our rewards are actually prepared for monks below the golden elixir stage."

"Just say what you want."

Generally, monks above the Golden Core stage are not interested in these rewards. Except for Zhou An, no one will participate shamelessly. Face is sometimes more important than strength.

Zhou An had a strange expression on his face. He felt that he was indeed suspected of bullying the younger ones. He said in disgust: "Then if you didn't tell me earlier, it would be troublesome for me to come up and fight."

The referee held his breath, but still kept a smile and said: "It seems that it is indeed our problem."

Zhou An smiled: "That's not what you said... I want Kaiyuan monk's sword intention experience."

The referee nodded and greeted, then a servant brought the bamboo slip and handed it to Zhou An, "Senior, this is what you want. But there is something I want to ask."

Zhou An was in a good mood after getting the things he got: "What's the matter?"

The referee whispered: "I wonder where your senior is from?"

Zhou An looked at him and said coquettishly: "It's hard to tell. Is there any problem?"

The referee whispered: "Senior, do you want to join our Kaiyuan Pavilion? If you join our Kaiyuan Pavilion, you will have a chance to join Da Qi's Immortal Mansion."

Zhou An thought for a while and said: "I have no idea at the moment. I have other important things to do. Thank you for your kindness."

The referee shook his head and said: "We have never forced any monks to join. If seniors want to join our Kaiyuan Pavilion, they are welcome at any time."

Zhou An hesitated for a moment, took out a broken sword talisman from his arms and asked, "I wonder if the referee can see the origin of this thing."

The referee looked at the sword talisman in Zhou An's hand, looked shocked, and said: "This is a good thing, I'm afraid it was made by a certain sword immortal. Even if the spiritual power is exhausted, it still exudes terrifying sword intent. "

"But my cultivation level is low, so you can't tell."

Zhou An said again: "Then can I meet your Pavilion Master?"

"Our Pavilion Master went out for something some time ago. If you want to see our Pavilion Master, senior, you can stay here for a few days first," the referee said.

Zhou An nodded to express his understanding, turned around and saw Qi Fugui walking towards him, "Brother Zhou is amazing, that is Yi Lianjie, one of the seven sons of Hezhou."

"Now that he has been defeated by you, I'm afraid, Brother Zhou, your reputation will soon spread."

Zhou An pretended to be modest: "It's just a competition, don't take it seriously...but, should I also give myself a name?"

Qi Fugui smiled and said: "Names are given by others, how can you choose them yourself? Come on, let's go have a drink to celebrate your victory today."

With that said, he pulled Zhou An out and walked along the streets of Shunzi until he came to a place called Fugui Building.

"Fugui Building?" Zhou An stared at the wooden sign and turned to look at Qi Fugui in surprise.

Qi Fugui smiled: "How about it? This is my property, young master. It can be found in many places in Daqi."

Zhou An again saw a beautifully dressed girl on the second floor. He stretched out half of his body and looked outside, "Is this the Spring Building?"

"Not really, not really." Qi Fugui dragged Zhou An in.