The competition platform of Yuxu Palace is a thirty-meter-high white stone platform, nine feet square, made of polished and smooth boulders of ten thousand kilograms.

At this moment, the Duanmu family brought their disciples to Yuxu Palace to provoke and snatch the places in the martial arts competition. The news had spread, attracting countless Yuxu Palace disciples to come and watch.

The four of Shen Hao, led by Chu Tiange, also came to the bottom of the competition stage.

Chu Tiange grabbed Shen Hao's hand and said: "Brother Shen, whether the face of Yuxu Palace can be saved depends on you!"

This incident also reached the ears of many elders, and a group of old men came out of seclusion and rushed to the competition stage.

The first member of the Duanmu family to appear is a woman named Duanmu Wanqing, who is at the third level of martial arts cultivation.

"I'll take the lead!" Wenya chuckled, tapped her toes, and her slender figure floated up, landing on the competition stage like a fairy.

When the men in the audience saw the elegant appearance, their eyes widened.

But the female disciples below were not happy, and many of them were shouting, asking why such a disciple who had just entered the sect should be allowed to fight.

The two people on the stage did not communicate much. Before Wenya could stand firm, Duanmu Wanqing rushed out, reaching a speed of thirty meters per second.

However, Wen Ya was faster. A gust of cold wind blew under his feet, reaching a speed of thirty-four meters per second, dodging all the opponent's attacks.

"Xiaoya has too little combat experience, but she has the advantages of speed and strength, and the opponent's only advantage is that she has extremely rich combat experience." Mu Xi analyzed calmly.

Shen Hao nodded and said: "You are right. Duanmu Wanqing's fighting skills are very good. Every time he used his skillful energy to hit the Zhenqi punch wave, Wenya was so shocked that he could only retreat."

"The speed is very fast, but little sister, speed alone is not enough for fighting!" Duanmu Wanqing sneered.

Wenya steadied her steps, slowly raised her hands, and thirty-six tiny ice needles condensed in front of her.

As she clapped her palm forward, under the influence of spiritual energy, thirty-six ice needles turned into a sheet of silver light and flew towards Duanmu Wanqing.

Duanmu Wanqing pinched the golden hilt at her waist and pulled out a three-foot-long fish scale soft sword.

The sword light flashed and knocked down all the ice needles.

"Ding ding!"

Wen Ya performed a speed-based movement technique, walking like a breeze, constantly changing directions, and shot out pieces of ice needles, turning them into waves of needle rain.

Duanmu Wanqing frowned. Whenever she wanted to attack Wen Ya, she was forced back by Zhen Yu. She could only keep swinging her sword to defend, causing the energy in her body to be rapidly depleted.

The fight between the two was at a stalemate for a while.

Seeing Wen Ya's performance, Shen Hao and Mu Xi nodded secretly.

Since Duanmu Wanqing has rich fighting skills and experience, he will not give her a chance to get close at all.

If Duanmu Wanqing cannot break Wenya's Ice Needle Rain, she will definitely be defeated when her true energy is exhausted.

As expected by the two of them, ten minutes later, Duanmu Wanqing's energy was greatly consumed, and she was attacked by Wen Ya from behind.

By the time she reacted, an ice pick as thick as an arm was already pressed against her neck.

"Winning beautifully." Mu Xi made a heartfelt gesture towards Wen Ya who came down from the stage.

Wen Ya shyly stuck out her tongue, looking very embarrassed.

In the second battle, the Duanmu family sent another young man named Master Duanmu. He was as tall as a tiger and had a body like an iron tower. He had strong muscles all over his body, but his face was covered with beards. He looked like a big man with a green beard.

"Master Cheng, let's change the competition method. No one on either side is allowed to use weapons, but how about putting a weapons rack on the ring and who can grab the weapons depends entirely on their ability." Elder Duanmu said.

Cheng Tianyun looked indifferent and slowly uttered one word, "Accurate."

Afterwards, several disciples from Yuxu Palace lifted a weapon rack and placed it on the edge of the ring.

"I will fight this battle!" Gu Zixu walked onto the ring with his hands behind his back.

It was getting late at this time, and a series of explosions erupted from the tops of the sixteen copper pillars surrounding the competition platform. Sixteen fireballs burned in the braziers on the top of the copper pillars, illuminating the night.

"Looking at your aura, you are only around the second level of Shi Xiaoyao. Where can you find the courage to step onto this competition stage?" Master Duanmu showed a hint of ridicule on his face.

Gu Zixu stood up straight with his hands behind his back, and said forcefully: "Why are you talking so much? Let's fight!"

Master Duanmu's eyes turned cold and he said: "Okay! Since you want to die early, then I will help you!"

The two of them looked at the weapon rack at the edge of the ring at the same time.

On the weapon rack, there are various weapons, swords, knives, boring machines, spears, whips, spears, sticks..., a total of thirty-one weapons.

"Uh-huh."

Master Duanmu took the first step, turned into a white shadow, and rushed towards the weapon rack on the life and death platform. He took a fancy to an iron sword placed on the third floor of the weapon rack and was about to pick up the iron sword.

But the next second, the iron sword disappeared, and he was caught alone.

At some point, Gu Zixu appeared next to Master Duanmu, held the iron sword in his hand, flicked it lightly with his fingers, and said: "There are no formation patterns, it's just ordinary iron."

"You...when..."

Master Duanmu stared at Gu Zixu in front of him, with a look of shock on his face. He was obviously the one who went to get the sword first, but why did this man who looked like a skinny monkey pick up the iron sword before him?

The disciples of Yuxu Palace in the audience were stunned. They didn't see when Gu Zixu disappeared or how he appeared.

Even Elder Duanmu's face changed slightly, and he felt a little regretful about his decision to compete again.

Master Duanmu was just stunned for a moment, and then he immediately realized that since he lost his sword, he would choose a gun.

He lifted up a nine-foot-long iron spear on the fourth floor of the weapons rack, and sure enough, he took action, sweeping the spear across and slashing diagonally towards Gu Zixu with a whistling sound.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and an exclamation of surprise immediately erupted from the audience.

Gu Zixu actually broke the incoming spear with one punch, and the terrifying force shocked Master Duanmu back again and again.

Gu Zixu took a step forward and stepped forward. The bones in his body burst out with a crackling sound, and his body was like a tight bow.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, like a muffled thunder.

"Xingyi, Bengquan!"

Gu Zixu punched out, and a wave of air centered on his body and spread out in all directions.

"Bang!"

Master Duanmu felt as if his heart was hit hard by a 10,000-pound hammer, and then his body flew out like a cannonball, smashing into a rockery three hundred meters away.

"Boom!"
Chapter completed!