The girl held two rings, her cultivation level was at the sixth level of the mortal stage. The boy held a spear, and his cultivation level was also at the sixth level of his mortal stage. The referee gave an order, and the two started to attack at the same time. The spear in the boy's hand danced like a snake.

The gun body was covered with a faint golden brilliance, and it kept attacking, forcing the girl to keep retreating.

But Lou Yi knew that the boy might lose, because the girl kept retreating, but her breath was not disordered. Not only that, the rings in her hands also exuded circles of blue halo. Lou Yi then

Even though I wasn't on stage, I still felt the biting coldness.

Sure enough, not long after, the boy's movements began to slow down, and ice began to condense on his clean clothes. At this moment, the girl suddenly took action. Taking advantage of the opponent's shot to stab the air, she leaned forward and punched the disciple's chest. The boy plopped down.

He fell to the ground with a sound, and without catching his breath, he passed out.

The girl didn't make any more moves. The referee waved his hand and said expressionlessly, "No. 9 Li Xiangsheng, No. 181 Ma Jun entered the loser group..."

Lou Yi stood under the stage, watching attentively the pairs of players competing on the stage. At the same time, he deduced in his mind the gap between himself and his opponents. When he entered the competition, he thought about what would happen if he encountered this crisis.

How should he resolve it.

There were many people who did this with him. After all, knowing oneself and the enemy can lead to a hundred battles. However, there were also some disciples who were indifferent to this. Most of them had expressionless faces and closed their eyes to meditate. Some of them looked on coldly with contempt in their eyes.

Suddenly, there were bursts of exclamations from the No. 1 platform located in the east, which attracted Lou Yi's attention. He looked up and his heart suddenly jumped, because the people fighting on the platform at this time were Gongsun Nichang and a man.

He looked to be a young man in his early twenties. He held one or two heavy iron hammers in his hands, each weighing three hundred kilograms.

The young man was tall and tall, more than two meters tall, with bulging muscles and veins all over his arms. He looked powerful and powerful, but at this moment, a playful red figure danced quickly beside him, like a cluster of flames on a pyre.

Dancing, roaring sounds could be heard from time to time on the stage.

Those are the sounds made by one hammer after another falling on the table. Each falling of the hammer will cause everyone to exclaim. This is not because they are shouting, but because this person's momentum is too strong. That hammer

The landing was able to shake the entire competition stage. One can only imagine how strong this person is.

However, Gongsun Nichang did not confront him head-on. Every time the opponent's hammer fell, she would subtly appear not far away, as if she was deliberately teasing him. This made the young man extremely depressed, but there was no way out.

Lou Yi's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he was sweating over Gongsun Nichang's behavior. But after a while, it seemed that Gongsun Nichang had had enough fun, and the red gauze in his hand suddenly rolled rapidly, and a piece of

It turned into thousands of strips, and in just an instant the big young man was tied up like a rice dumpling. He fell to the table with a plop and could no longer move.

Then the people watching around burst into cheers, and Lou Yi's hanging heart slowly calmed down. At this time, Gongsun Hong smiled broadly on the auditorium, and the previous unhappiness seemed to disappear. He stroked his beard and said: "As expected of you.

My Gongsun Hong’s precious granddaughter has a long face..."

At this time, Xue Wangqing, who was drinking drunkenly on the side, raised his eyes and glanced over, and said in a neutral tone, "It's strange that the middle-grade spiritual treasure Yanyang Ling can lose against a stupid cow like Hang Kun...

..."

When Gongsun Hong heard this, he wanted to get angry, but at this moment he suddenly heard Xue Wangqing let out a sigh and said, "Has this little guy faded to the fifth level of the mortal stage? Interesting..."

Gongsun Hong followed his eyes and found that there were two children standing on stage No. 17 at this time. One of them looked to be in his teens and had a cultivation level of seventh level. The other one was what Xue Wangqing said was the faded

For a child at the fifth level of the ordinary stage, what makes Gongsun Hong puzzled is that this child's qualifications are considered average, but the short sword attached to the back is interesting. It seems to be a short blade close to a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

He didn't know what Xue Wangqing found interesting about him, so he couldn't help but turn his attention to it. At this time, the person on stage No. 17 happened to be the disciple Lou Yi had a conflict with before.

While he was lamenting the fate of his fate, he had to take it seriously. After all, the opponent was two levels higher than him in cultivation. It was only a fool who underestimated the enemy. Even if the lion fought against the rabbit, he tried his best, not to mention that he was still the weaker side.

At this time, the disciple opposite him did not expect that he would meet Lou Yi so soon. In fact, he had been very unhappy with this child who was a few years younger than him before. He had been holding his breath and preparing to teach him a lesson. Unexpectedly, fate turned out to be like this.

He was so favored that he met Lou Yi in the first scene.

There was an intriguing curve at the corner of his mouth, and he said with a smile, "It's a narrow road for enemies..."

Lou Yi looked at him calmly and bowed, "Loui Yi, senior brother, please enlighten me!"

The disciple across from me chuckled, and with a mace iron rod in his hand, he looked at him disdainfully and said, "Ant? Then you don't have the right to know my name. After all, ants are only used to flatten you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party swung his stick at him. He was very fast and very cruel. He wanted to kill Lou Yi directly with one stick. However, at this moment, a light flashed under his feet, and a cyan light and shadow left the place in an instant, and the mace exploded.

It hit the table with a loud bang.

As soon as Lou Yi's figure appeared, he felt some tremors in the soles of his feet, which made him a little unsteady. Then a strong wind swept by, and the opponent had rushed over again. The mace was wrapped with orange light. Lou Yi knew that the opponent was using force.

A person who is good at earth-type spiritual veins. This spiritual vein is known for its strength and at the same time has extremely high defense.

Generally speaking, earth-type spiritual veins can be roughly divided into three categories. One type uses force to overcome skill and emphasizes the use of power to defeat all methods. The other type uses defense instead of merit and emphasizes long-term conservation. The other type focuses on trapping and locking enemies, mostly as auxiliary spiritual veins.

Disciple choice.

At this time, this disciple was holding a two-handed mace, and his moves were fierce and open and closed. He must have used force to defeat the skill. Lou Yi quickly completed the analysis, and at the same time he was highly concentrated and began to collect his speed, strength, explosive power and

Reaction data, etc.

The method he used was similar to Li Xiang, but different from it. Li Xiang used the method of trapping and weakening the enemy, while Lou Yi's water veins were not obvious, so he could not trap the opponent for a long time, not to mention that the opponent's cultivation level was two times higher than his own.

layer, this is simply unrealistic.

Fortunately, he was quite confident in his Little Wind Technique, and was convinced that his reaction power would definitely surpass that of his opponent. A series of cyan shadows surrounded the disciple, making it impossible for his mace to hit him.

The disciple became extremely angry and roared repeatedly, and this was exactly what Lou Yi wanted.

When a person loses his mind, it is often one of the signs that a flaw is about to appear. Lou Yi stretched his hand behind his back, and his palm slowly fell on the Liufeng short blade. As the saying goes, only fast people in the world are undefeated in martial arts, and extreme speed can

It brings a greater chance of winning. After all, you can beat the opponent, but the opponent can't do anything to you. This is also a factor of victory in itself.

Lou Yi saw the right opportunity, and when the opponent hit his back with a stick and the middle door opened wide, he took a deep breath and shouted: "Now, lie down!"

A bright blue light burst out from his hand. His speed was at least twice as fast as before, and he arrived in front of the disciple almost instantly. The other disciple could only watch Lou Yi coming in front of him.

I felt a blue light flash before my eyes, and then I didn't know anything anymore.

At this time, the referee glanced at the unconscious disciple, then at the short blade in Lou Yi's hand, and said expressionlessly, "No. 71 Lou B wins, and No. 72 Houselei enters the loser's bracket..."

....”

Lou Yi bowed to the referee, then looked back at the fainted disciple, and murmured to himself, "Hoseley? What a strange name..."

At this time, Gongsun Hong, who was in the stands, withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless. He could almost catch a lot of disciples like this. How could such a person attract Xue Wangqing's attention? He turned around with full of doubts.

When he turned to Xue Wangqing, he found that the other party was actually asleep, with a glistening hairline at the corner of his mouth. Gongsun Hong blew his beard and glared, snorted coldly and turned away, but did not see the corner of Xue Wangqing's mouth rising slightly at this time.

Not long after, there were bursts of exclamations near Platform No. 16 on the left side behind him. Lou Yi followed the sound and saw an astonishing scene. At this moment, thunder patterns were surging on Platform No. 16, and a person

A boy of the same age as him stood in the center of the field with a sword in hand, exuding a domineering aura around him, oppressing a disciple who had completed his mortal transformation.

It turned out that this person was Jia Tianxia who came hand in hand with Gongsun Nichang before. When Lou Yi saw them holding hands, he felt sad and thought how nice it would be if Nichang held his hand, but now Lou Yi

B was completely stunned, so Jia Tianxia was really too handsome and domineering at this moment.

Originally, Jia Tianxia was good-looking, but now he was standing proudly on the spot, with purple energy coming from the sword in his hand. His opponent was oppressed by it and had no power to fight back. Thunder patterns surrounded the entire stage. This place seemed to have become Jia Tianxia's territory. Anyone dared to

Provocation will lead to tragic consequences.

Lou Yi secretly compared himself with the other party, and found in despair that he was no match for him at all. Not to mention that Jia Tianxia's cultivation level was two levels higher than his, and he had countless treasures. Just with this thunder control technique, he could not win.

It’s also absolutely impossible.

He sighed and murmured: "I would also like such a talented person..."

Jia Tianxia defeated his opponent without a doubt, but in the next game, Lou Yi suffered another blow, because this time it was Jin Tu who appeared, and his opponent was also a monk who had completed his mortal stage.

I don’t know whether Jin Tu was stimulated by Jia Tianxia, ​​but Lou Yi always felt that he was holding a breath in his heart. The golden ax in Jin Tu’s hand was extremely violent at this moment, and the ax blade exuded bright golden light, reflecting his whole body like a golden-armored war god.
Chapter completed!