Section 562
Some people's bulging muscles swelled like ferocious monsters.
Some people looked kind, like the ordinary old man next door.
Yue Zhenshan and his party fell into the field and settled down on their seats on the high platform.
Chapter 663 Nie’s Nie Liang
The disciples of various sects participating in the martial arts performance in the square had never seen such a scene before.
It was like the arrival of Immortals and Buddhas. The two high-level practitioners of Immortals and Buddhas were like terrestrial gods, with different temperaments.
Everyone participating in the martial arts performance did not know who was on the high platform.
I don’t know the status of those monks, let alone their cultivation realm.
Yuezhen Mountain relies on the void to control the wind and cross the void.
There was no trace of power leaking out, as if there was something invisible supporting him as he walked.
His eyes were condescending, sweeping across the four directions, completely letting go of his aura, refining the blood of the dragon clan, and cultivating the true form of the divine dragon. Yue Zhenshan's aura was filled with unquestionable domineering majesty.
The dragon clan belongs to the clan of mythical beasts, and their divine power is as powerful as hell.
Coupled with Yue Zhenshan's own cultivation, this caused the pupils of the monks from various sects in the square to shrink.
Yue Zhenshan did not let go of his breath. Everyone thought that Yue Zhenshan was just like them, an ordinary monk.
Many practitioners also take Yue Zhenshan as their scapegoat.
Now it seems that anyone who takes this Yue Sect Leader as the one who is taken advantage of is a fucking fool.
"I don't like to talk about long, annoying words. Let's get straight to the point."
"This time, the various factions will perform martial arts and compete in ten groups. They will draw lots randomly and fight in pairs."
"The winner goes up, the loser goes down."
"If you defend the ring nine times, you will get a bottle of Qi Replenishing Pill, and each ring champion will be ranked in the finals."
"Next, my senior brother Leng Quanfeng will host it for everyone."
The powerful words echoed around and clearly entered the ears of everyone in the square.
Just as Yue Zhenshan finished speaking, the sound in the huge square soared into the sky.
Seeing this, Yue Zhenshan nodded with satisfaction and returned to the high platform in a flash.
Senior brother Leng Quanfeng brought the monks from the Wushen Pavilion to the venue. After several years of development, the Wushen Pavilion, coupled with the resources provided by Yue Zhenshan, has attracted many masters. The ten judges who presided over the martial arts performances were all third-level warriors.
Next to the ring, the referees began to draw lots.
"Zuo Shubing, No. 1 of the first group!"
"You Jingjie, No. 2 in the first group!"
"Yan Wanqin, No. 3 in the first group..."
Numbers were drawn from ten groups at the same time, and each group in the arena only had about twenty or thirty people. After about ten minutes, all the disciples of the sects participating in the martial arts performances of various sects had been numbered.
The preparations are completed and the drawing battle begins.
Disciples from various sects flew onto the ring one after another.
As soon as the referee gave the order, the fight with the opponent began.
Figures on the ring rushed left and right, and a lot of energy exploded during the fight, which was extremely exciting.
The monks from various sects in the square applauded.
The order of martial arts performances by various factions is generally fair.
The drawing of lots seemed completely disorderly;
But in fact, for the sake of general fairness, Yue Zhenshan asked the referee to assign disciples to different stages.
Disciples with different cultivation levels are also distinguished.
For example, in a very weak sect, none of its disciples have reached the realm of Qi refining.
These sect disciples in the body-forging realm are grouped into one arena.
The monks who have reached the realm of Qi training and whose cultivation is in the acquired realm are grouped into the same arena.
Disciples who have reached the innate realm are divided into another arena.
If no distinction is made, there will be a one-sided situation.
Then a random draw will be made in proportion to the quantity.
For example, the disciples who are qualified to participate in the martial arts performances of various sects this time can be roughly divided into three realms, namely, the realm of physical training, acquired realm, and innate realm.
The ratio of the three is approximately 5:3:1. When drawing, the referee will also draw according to this ratio to ensure the general fairness in each group.
If a completely random approach is adopted, there may be a group of disciples who are all innate realm disciples.
Although the chance is small, it is not impossible.
If this situation occurs, the martial arts performances of various sects will become a joke, and naturally it is impossible to let this happen.
In the arena, the disciples of the warring factions were fighting back and forth.
From time to time, friends from the same school cheered around the ring.
"The ninth group, Lizong Xiong Tieniu vs. Nie Liang of Niejiazhuang."
"Um!?"
On the competition stage, the two names read out by the referee caught Yue Zhenshan's attention.
Yue Zhenshan, a disciple of Lizong, asked his apprentices Xiong Tieniu and Xingzi to participate in the martial arts performance.
In the square, Xiong Tieniu, who was closing his eyes and concentrating, heard the referee's powerful voice coming from the ring.
He opened his eyes suddenly, it was finally his turn to play.
After tidying up, he jumped up.
Like a swift swallow, it flew ten feet across the sky and flew to the ninth stage.
At the same time, a strong wind blew up from the opposite side, like a storm, coming to the opposite side of the ring.
With an elegant figure that was not inferior to his own, Xiong Tieniu began to get serious.
"In the innate realm, it seems that I have good luck!"
"The opponent is quite strong."
His opponent Nie Liang has a Chinese character face and a very strong figure.
This man was half-naked, and his bulging muscles looked like they were made of steel.
There was a machete half as tall as a man on his back, and there seemed to be cold air coming out of the blade.
when!
The tip of the knife hit the ring, and the impact sent out a series of sparks.
The blue light on the cold blade swirls and swirls, which looks very special.
"Nie Liang from Niejiazhuang, please teach me more!!"
"We are both in the innate realm, so I don't deserve your advice. Let's learn from each other."
After the two sides saluted, the referee began to check the status of the two.
First, let the two stand on the east and west sides of the ring, and then let the two enter the preparation state, and then announced the start of the competition.
With the referee's order, Nie Liang started to fight.
He rushed forward suddenly, and his sturdy figure was as fast as thunder and lightning.
The people below the stage only had time to see a gray afterimage flashing in the air, and a big knife had already drawn a heavy arc in the air and fell in front of Xiong Tieniu.
Nie family swordsmanship·A glimpse of shock and cold!
Boom! ! !
The person was still in the air, and the exploding sword energy instantly extended.
Dozens of meters of sword energy exploded beside Xiong Tieniu, who practiced the martial arts created by Yue Zhenshan.
The martial arts is a fusion of iron shirt and Xingyiquan, which is both internal and external.
Xiong Tieniu, who was in the Xiantian realm, held up a thick Qi shield to withstand the damage of the sword Qi explosion.
Then, like a black bear, he fiercely approached Nie Liang's inner circle.
Approaching Nie Liang within ten meters, Xiong Tieniu's right palm instantly gathered a ball of Xiantian Qi. Under the strengthening of Xiantian Qi, his arm seemed to become thicker. His palm was like a cattail leaf fan, digging towards the opponent's chest.
However, Nie Liang's body movements were very swift.
He left a trail of afterimages and retreated quickly.
Xiong Tieniu's palm, like a cattail leaf fan, slapped on the ring.