"How is it? While the competition has just started and no masters have entered the court, do you want to try it?"

"Anyway, you don't have to compete again if you lose three games..."

"Try it?"

The instigation in Qingliu's words is full of meaning, although I don't know why she wants to instigate.

But considering that the actual situation is indeed the case, Tian Lu said first:

"Okay, I'll try it!"

As soon as the words came out, Tian Xiaorou wanted to say something, but when the words she wanted to say became a pouting concern.

"You...be careful..."

"rest assured!"

Tian Lu looked quite confident, and then under the guidance of Qingliu, she came to a ring outside.

"Name?"

"Tian Lu."

"Cultivation?"

"High-level level of the ordinary realm!"

"Master's Sect?"

"Mei Ling!"

These two words appeared, and the middle-aged man who was still registering the records subconsciously looked up.

When he saw Qingliu standing behind Tian Lu, he nodded in a clear way, and then spoke to Tian Lu:

"Go to the Fifteenth Arena, go..."

Arena No. 15…

The group of three people came to the ring marked No. 15.

At this time, there was already a boy who looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, standing on it with two wooden hammers.

Watching Tian Lu walk up the stairs beside her, Tian Xiaorou pinched Lu Shan's wings nervously and asked Qingliu in her mouth.

"Sister Sister... do you think Sister Tian Lu will win?"

Who would have thought that Qingliu's words made Tian Xiaorou stand there in a daze.

"Win? Being less injured is considered lucky."

After a while, when the competition was announced on the ring, Tian Xiaorou suddenly said in a panic:

"Teacher...Senior Sister! Since you will be injured, why do you still have to compete..."

"Why don't you go to the competition if you get injured?" Qing Liu turned his head in surprise and asked:

"Your thoughts are so strange..."

Just when Tian Xiaorou wanted to say something, Tian Lu on the ring had already fought with the boy holding a wooden hammer.

Tian Lu held a light sword in his hand and waved his unknown sword technique.

One move after another, he fought with the boy with a hammer and went backwards.

He is not like a rookie who has been on the ring for the first time.

On the contrary, the boy with the hammer was ineffective after several consecutive attacks.

I became a little panicked.

The wooden hammer waving in his hand was almost penetrated by Tian Lu's light sword several times.

I see that if I continue to fight like this, I will lose sooner or later.

So, the boy began to set off defense and ignored Tian Lu's light sword attack.

In the posture of injury to injury, he began to launch a new attack.

Tian Lu used to fight against the guards at home, but never had such a life-deserving style.

"clatter!"

"bass!"

"ha!"

After several consecutive moves, Tian Lu was beaten backwards step by step.

Even when he changed his last move, even the light sword in his hand was hammered out.

The series of changes in the ring made Tian Xiaorou, who was under the ring, couldn't help but shout.

"Sister Tian Lu!"

Looking at Tian Lu, who had lost her weapon and was out of breath, the boy with the hammer did not pursue him.

Just bowed and said:

"You lost."

But who would have thought that when facing the loss of his weapon, Tian Lu did not admit defeat.

Ning frowned, took a deep breath, and said coldly:

"I have another trick! If you can go ahead, I will give in!"

Facing Tian Lu, who was unwilling to admit defeat, the boy with the hammer didn't say much, continued to put the double hammers in front of him, and made a starting move that was ready to take action at any time.

At this time, Tian Lu took a breath and then transported it to the whole body.

When the breath reached a certain threshold, he suddenly pointed forward with one hand.

"call!!!"

In an instant!

A fireball the size of a quail egg suddenly appeared from Tian Lu's fingers and flew towards the hammer-holding boy at a very fast speed.

‘One Heart Flame’!

"It's a magic! Go away!" someone shouted loudly at the boy holding the hammer under the ring.

But the boy holding the hammer was not moved. Instead, he held the wooden hammer tightly, changed his starting position, and stared at the flying small fireball.

What is he going to do?

Do you use a wooden hammer to compete with the technique?

What is the difference between seeking death?

Just when everyone thought that the Mucha Boy was going to be seriously injured, and even the audience was anxious to protect his disciples and prepared to save people.

The wooden hammer boy suddenly whispered.

"anger!"

One word.

The wooden hammer suddenly flashed with red light, and then, the wooden hammer under the blessing of the red light actually took over the flame magic.

Even the flame magic was annihilated directly in the air.

this!!

Almost all the onlookers were stunned.

Then, a unique noun suddenly appeared in the mouths of these people.

“…War Cultivation!”

Tian Xiaorou also heard the people around her talking, and she asked while she was confronting each other in the ring.

"Senior sister, what is 'war cultivation'?"

When Lu Shan heard the sound, he also looked at Qingliu.

Because he also wanted to hear, what is this profession that can use weapons to take magic with bare hands and empty hands?

“'War Cultivation'a..."

Qingliu sighed softly and said:

"It's all a bunch of poor people..."

Um?

How to say it?

Lu Shan's interest was completely lifted up and he stared at Qingliu with his eyes.

At this time, the sound of the clear stream began to continue.

"'War Cultivation' is actually a group of people with extremely low inspiration or low spiritual roots, using another extreme method to strengthen their combat effectiveness and make themselves strive to survive in the world of immortal cultivation."
To be continued...