Volume 4 Taiqing Disciples 8 Court Competition (2)

On the other side of the ring, no one came on stage.

"Number 364, where is Pan Tianfeng of Yuhengyuan? If you don't come to the ring again, it will be regarded as a waiver." After waiting for a while, Deacon Hua Jing's face darkened, and he raised his voice and said loudly.

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of whispers among the crowd watching in the audience.

"Don't rush me, I'm here." At this moment, a fat and white young man wearing a silver brocade robe appeared on the ring in a flash.

As soon as this man stepped onto the ring, he caused a commotion in the audience.

"It is said that although Pan Tianfeng is in the late stage of liquid condensation, his strength is not inferior to the monks in the crystal transformation stage. I don't know if it is true or not."

"Brother, what you said is wrong. Although I don't know the true strength of this son, the Pan family can be regarded as a big and prestigious family within the sect. It is said that Pan Tianfeng is only in his twenties and has the cultivation of the late stage of condensation. Because, most of the reason is that his family provides various precious mana-improving elixirs and forcibly improves it."

While the audience was talking about each other, Pan Tianfeng didn't even look at Liu Ming opposite him. He shook his sleeves and held a small black hammer in his hand. He said with an arrogant look:

"My dear Yuhengyuan Pan Tianfeng, this junior brother does not need to declare his family status. Let's use a victory today to help my newly purchased spiritual weapon."

Liu Ming did not answer, but narrowed his pupils as he looked at the small black hammer in the young man's hand, and was slightly startled.

This small hammer was apparently something he sold for two million spirit stones in the market a few days ago, and the shopkeeper of that weapon-refining shop also seemed to have a surname of Pan.

After Liu Ming thought about it quickly, he looked at Pan Tianfeng opposite, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

Pan Tianfeng saw this on the opposite side. But he couldn't help being furious, he made a seal with his hands, poured all his magic power into the black hammer, and then flicked his wrist. Throw the hammer up. Hanging in mid-air,

The black hammer trembled violently. Suddenly, the black light surged in the void, and instantly turned into a size of about ten feet. The densely packed black runes on the surface suddenly flashed non-stop.

As waves of violent spiritual energy surged around, onlookers elsewhere were shocked. They all turned their heads and looked towards Arena No. 9. .

On the high platform not far away, several True Alchemy Realm experts seemed to have noticed the movement in the ninth arena and cast their gaze over.

As if he felt that he had become the center of attention, Pan Tianfeng felt happy, gritted his teeth, and fired several spells one after another.

After the black giant hammer let out a low cry. The black patterns on the surface gradually became clearer.

Liu Ming still stood there and did not take any action, just staring at the giant hammer in the air with a half-smile.

This small black hammer is a top-grade spiritual weapon with thirty levels of restrictions. Now it seems to be astonishingly powerful, but Pan Tianfeng has only activated more than twenty of them. It seems that if the magic power is not enough, it means that it has not been completely refined in a hurry.

At this moment, Pan Tianfeng shouted low, jumped up in vain, grabbed the small hammer in the air, and swung it towards the opposite side.

There was a "pop" sound!

A loud noise came from the surface of the arena, and a large black hammer shape emerged and rolled towards Liu Ming.

Liu Ming's figure appeared in the air more than ten feet high in a flash, easily avoiding the attack.

The black hammer shadow immediately hit the light screen at the edge of the ring. After a roar, it turned into dots of black light and dissipated. However, the main film restriction also trembled slightly, which showed how powerful it was.

Many of the disciples who were watching were shocked when they saw this. They looked at the black hammer and felt very fearful.

Pan Tianfeng's face turned red when he saw Liu Ming evading the attack so easily.

Then he suddenly activated his spell and swung the giant hammer again. The black spiritual light flashed, and dozens of hammer shadows flew out in one breath.

Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and after a few blurry figures, he appeared in the corner of the ring, causing all attacks to fail again.

After three or four more attacks, Pan Tianfeng turned pale and was out of breath, while Liu Ming, apart from dodging frequently, didn't even use his spiritual weapon.

This hammer consumes so much mana that even Liu Ming can't bear it, let alone this son.

This strange sight immediately caused a burst of laughter from the onlookers around the arena.

"You are dodging and dodging like this, what a competition! But are you scared when you see my young master's top-grade spiritual weapon?" Seeing this, Pan Tianfeng roared with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Not bad." Liu Ming wiped his nose after hearing this and replied without thinking.

As soon as these words came out, many disciples gathered around and burst into laughter.

"You...you dare to fight me openly and openly!" Pan Tianfeng angrily scolded.

His originally fair and round face turned red at this moment. Thinking that his dignified young master of the Pan family was being tricked like this by the person in front of him, he took the giant hammer back in his hand in anger and poured all his mana into it. The black giant hammer suddenly struck The black light flourished.

"Okay." Liu Ming said simply, but still did not sacrifice the spiritual weapon. He raised his hands behind his back, but his expression seemed a bit serious.

When Pan Tianfeng saw this, he swayed and rushed towards Liu Ming with a huge black hammer in his hand.

Liu Ming's thoughts moved, and just as Pan Tianfeng rushed in front of him, his figure deliberately slowed down, revealing a flaw.

As a result, the man's eyes flashed with joy, he shouted low, and slammed the giant hammer in his hand at Liu Ming, which immediately turned into a black shadow and rolled away crazily.

But Liu Ming's body swayed slightly, and the person flashed past the hammer shadows with incredible movement skills. Bin appeared strangely in another place, making him jump away.

"You..." Pan Tianfeng's eyes widened when he saw this, but before he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned pale, and after a "bang", he fell to the ground unconscious.

It was obvious that the previous few blows had drained all the mana from the black hammer, making him unable to hold on any longer.

From the time Pan Tianfeng sacrificed the black hammer to the time he fainted on the ground, it took less than half a cup of tea, but Liu Ming never sacrificed a spiritual weapon, let alone took the initiative to attack, and won.

This can be said to be unprecedented in the history of Taiqing Sect Outer Sect Competition.

The people watching were also a little stunned.

Of course, this is also because Pan Tianfeng's own mana is accumulated by the power of medicine, and the real energy is too mixed, otherwise even if the mana consumption is huge, it will never be so unbearable.

"In this competition, Piaohongyuan Liu Ming wins!"

As the voice announcing the result of the battle came, the corners of Liu Ming's mouth curled up slightly, and he appeared under the ring with a sway.

"Tsk, tsk, this Pan Tianfeng must be a disciple of your Xuanmiao Academy." The beautiful woman said with a chuckle.

The short and fat man on the side also looked embarrassed when he heard this, and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

Pan Tianfeng's qualifications are not bad, but he is lazy by nature. Although his cultivation is all achieved by taking a large amount of elixirs, he has now reached the late stage of liquid condensation. With the help of several top-quality spiritual weapons and extraordinary skills in his hands, he can deal with ordinary people. For disciples of the same level, the possibility of winning is quite high.

But he never expected that this son would sacrifice a top-quality spiritual weapon that he obviously couldn't control, and this would lead to such an unlucky situation.

"Ahem, that boy from Piaohongyuan is quite extraordinary. He actually saw at a glance how much mana his opponent's spiritual weapon consumes... Principal Liang, this person must be the new Liu Ming." The short, fat man said softly. After coughing, he hurriedly changed the topic and spoke.

"Yes, it's this guy." Liang Zhange replied solemnly.

"I heard that this person had learned inner sect skills before, and he also showed off his skills in the trial of Xiaoyan Realm. Today, I saw that he is indeed quite capable." The short, fat man said with flashing eyes.

When Liang Zhange heard this, he smiled slightly and didn't say much.

Seeing this, the short and fat man said no more and remained silent with a thoughtful look on his face.

Jiang Chong, however, kept twirling his beard and smiling without saying a word.

The other dean masters and deputy dean masters on the side also had different expressions at this moment. Some of them were indifferent to the matter and were paying attention to the situation of their disciples.

On the other side, Boy Haoyue also glanced at Arena No. 9, his eyes flickering slightly.

Cui Yunfeng was sitting in the palm of the man named Lu and the young woman next to him, but he was intently watching the fierce competition in another arena.

The battles in each arena were still going on fiercely. Liu Ming just found a corner and sat cross-legged quietly, not paying too much attention to the other people's battles.

In the afternoon, Liu Ming once again easily defeated a sword cultivator holding a small green sword. The opponent had only just mastered sword control and had not even reached the level of a minor. Liu Ming used his experience to catch a gap. The fist was defeated.

As the second day's competition came to an end, Liu Ming saw that he would not have another competition today and had no interest in watching the others fight, so he drove the clouds back to the cave.

The third day of competition was still going on intensely.

I don't know whether I should say that Liu Ming was lucky or that his opponent had used all his good skills. The opponent in the fourth game was a short young man who was only in the middle stage of liquid condensation. This person had not encountered a disciple in the late stage of condensation liquid in the previous rounds, but he was quite good. For luck.

As a result, in just a few breaths, the short young man's body-protecting energy was broken by Liu Ming's Dragon-Tiger Underworld Skill, and he hurriedly surrendered.

As the game progressed in an orderly manner, the situation in each district gradually became clear. Liu Ming's ninth district currently only has more than 20 people.

According to the rules of the preliminary round, there are only ten two-by-two duels in this fifth round of screening. As for the byes, you can randomly choose any one of the top ten to have a duel. If you win, that is Can replace its top ten position.

At this moment, Liu Ming was standing in front of the stone tablet that stated the battle situation. With a glance of his consciousness, he discovered that his opponent in the last round was actually a blue-robed man who ranked among the top ten in the last court competition mentioned by Yan Ming.

(First update)

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