Chapter 43 Junior Brother, Can You Still Hold On?

Time flies, and it is the end of the year again. The longevity points are still added to the mana.

Chen Xun led the big black bull and took the elixir to the sect hall to get a stable 200 contribution points.

"Old bull, save it, don't spend it, go to the sect competition!" Chen Xun carefully put the Bagua card into the storage bag.

"Moo!" The big black bull was delighted.

Chen Xun also took the big black bull to sign up, and there was an extra talisman in his hand. He would know which fighting arena to go to.

A few days later, the bell rang, and the mountain of the competition was crowded with people, and it was as lively as in previous years.

However, Ge Shuang and Bai Shi did not participate this year. It is said that they were accepted by some elder as inner disciples.

"The sect competition officially begins!" The vast voice resounded everywhere.

The talisman in Chen Xun's hand rang, and he immediately looked towards a certain arena, led the big black bull and walked away, his eyes were also eager to try.

On the arena, opposite him was a disciple of the eighth level of Qi Refining, named Zhang Song. He was shocked. The man opposite was also the eighth level of Qi Refining, and he brought a spirit beast with him. It seemed that it would be a fierce battle.

"Please show mercy, brother. I just broke through the eighth level of Qi Refining."

Chen Xun laughed, his eyes full of vigilance. These disciples have strange methods and many spells, so they must not be careless.

After observing for the past year, he found that it was safer for the eighth level of Qi Refining to enter the top 500 of the sequence, and it would not attract attention.

"Of course, the sect competition will stop at a certain point, and will not hurt the life of the junior brother."

Zhang Song looked a little puzzled. This man and the bull wearing a straw hat was really funny and strange.

"Brother, shall we start?"

"Well..."

Zhang Song was speechless. The man had three axes wrapped around his waist. They were made of ordinary iron, not even magic weapons. However, he could not underestimate the enemy.

His eyes gradually became sharper. His two fingers suddenly flicked continuously. One after another, water vapor suddenly formed into ice crystals, like flowing clouds and water, leaving countless afterimages.

Ice cones shot towards Chen Xun. The big black bull was only at the third level of Qi Refining. His target was his master. He wanted to capture the king first.

"So strong!" Chen Xun shouted, dodging constantly, and was chased and fled in a panic. "You are worthy of being a senior brother!"

The ice cones were about to hit Chen Xun every time, but he moved his feet and just dodged them again. The spirit beast also kept fleeing.

"Junior brother, don't hide anymore." Zhang Song did not move. The fingering in his hand became faster and faster, and the angles of the ice cones became more and more tricky.

Chen Xun took out a mountain-splitting axe, broke it with one axe, and began to dodge again and again, sweating all over, his eyes full of fear.

"Junior brother, how long are you going to hide!"

Zhang Song looked impatient, why can't he hit him all the time, the mana in his body has been greatly consumed, "I won't hold back!"

As soon as the voice fell, several blue veins popped up on Zhang Song's forehead, his palms and fingers clashed, and a gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes.

At this time, several ice blades appeared out of thin air, slashing towards Chen Xun without warning. Zhang Song stepped on the ice blades with his sword, blocking all Chen Xun's retreat routes.

"Too scary." Chen Xun and the big black bull shrank and disappeared on the spot.

Zhang Song's pupils shrank, and his magic and his magic were in vain.

"Fireball spell." Chen Xun shouted loudly, and several small fireballs shot out. Zhang Song's eyes condensed, and his big hand waved back, and ice cones appeared.

A large pool of water melted in the center of the ring. Zhang Song already knew that this man was difficult to deal with and might be difficult to defeat with magic.

The two quickly fought on the ring, and the fight was indistinguishable. Zhang Song was very anxious, why couldn't he hit him! !

The big black bull watched the show on the side, mooing constantly, as if cheering, and someone else in the ring had even won two games.

After fighting for more than half an hour, Zhang Song was sweating profusely, and Chen Xun also sat on the ground and exhaled heavily, as if he would not be able to hold on in the next moment.

"I can only use my trump card. I didn't expect to meet such a difficult opponent in the first game of the competition."

Zhang Song hesitated, but didn't want to waste any more time. He patted his storage bag, and several formation flags were placed in all directions.

Suddenly a strong wind blew, and before Zhang Song could react, his two formation flags were pulled out...pulled away? !

Hey, sneak attack!

A black shadow suddenly attacked, and the big black bull gave a fierce push. Zhang Song was flying in the air at this time, with a dazed expression, and fell heavily outside the ring.

"Who am I, where am I?! What just happened?!"

Zhang Song cried out in pain, his eyes still dazed, looking at Chen Xun, a capital question mark.

"Brother, thank you, thank you." Chen Xun staggered off the stage and returned the formation flag to him with an embarrassed smile.

"Junior brother, it's really fast."

Zhang Song took a step back and took the formation flag. Fear flashed in his eyes. How could this speed be so fast that it interrupted the casting? !

"What a coincidence. If there were no restrictions on the ring, how could Junior Brother be Senior Brother's opponent."

"Haha, Junior Brother is too modest." Zhang Song shook his head. He actually let himself encounter such an outrageous thing.

Chen Xun walked to a ring manager with difficulty and said respectfully: "Uncle Master, I want to continue."

"Yes." Uncle Master replied indifferently, and a magic power hit Chen Xun's yellow talisman, and fought again with the winner of the first round.

In the second round, he fought against a cold-faced disciple named Liu Tao, who was actually at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

"Junior brother, if you admit defeat, it's not too late now, and you can avoid physical pain."

Liu Tao looked at Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu expressionlessly, and the latter's condition was not good at first glance.

"Please teach me, Senior Brother." Chen Xun forced a smile and even sat cross-legged, as if he was recovering his magic power.

"Hmph, you don't know how to lift your head."

Liu Tao waved his hand, and a huge black ring appeared. It was growing from small to large, circling in the air, and a gust of black wind whistled, as if locking Chen Xun.

The black giant ring shook violently and rushed straight towards Chen Xun, a yellow-grade middle-grade killing magic weapon!

Chen Xun's eyes flashed coldly, leaving an afterimage in the original place, but the giant ring seemed to have its own lock, constantly chasing Chen Xun away.

"If Junior Brother can't hold on, it's not too late to admit defeat now." Liu Tao sneered, looking at Chen Xun who was fleeing in a panic, his hands were not slow at all.

He raised his right hand and waved it, and the giant ring rang with golden light, became a circle bigger, and fell from the sky above Chen Xun.

"As expected of a senior brother who has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining." Chen Xun did not forget to praise him, and suddenly punched out, hitting the giant ring hard!

At this moment, something unexpected happened!

Bang! ! A violent collision sounded, and the giant ring was hit by this punch, and the golden light was dimmed a lot. Chen Xun took advantage of the pause and ran away again.

Liu Tao's face changed drastically, and his eyes showed extreme shock. Although the magic weapon seemed to be fine to outsiders, he could clearly hear the vibration inside.

His expression gradually became serious. Although this junior brother was in a very bad state now, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle and had not recovered yet, he could not underestimate the enemy.

"Fireball technique!" Chen Xun pinched the magic formula, and several small fireballs rushed towards Liu Tao.

Liu Tao had disdain in his eyes. He dared to show off such a low-level spell as Fireball. He opened his mouth and said: "Fire Spell!"

There was a burst of fire on the stage, and the small fireball was instantly swallowed up. Chen Xun suddenly rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, picked up a mountain axe in his hand, and chopped at Liu Tao!

Liu Tao snorted coldly, and a long sword came out. The stage began to fall into a battle again. Liu Tao pressed forward step by step and beat Chen Xun back step by step.

Half an hour later, Liu Tao was sweating profusely, and his mana became much weaker. He was furious:

"Junior brother, can you still hold on?!"

"It's... okay." Chen Xun said weakly, as if he was going to fall down the next moment.

Liu Tao's mana was depleted, and his eyes were wide open. Why was he always one step faster than him? He was exhausted now.