"Xiao Shan, you go."

Jin Yifa suddenly asked them to send a true immortal from Changbai to take action.

"I want to challenge you."

Xiao Shan walked up without hesitation, pointed at a disciple of Wuzong and said.

"Wuzong Mo Wanzhong, please give me some advice."

This Wuzong disciple cupped his fists and saluted, then made a three-body posture to signal the opponent to attack.

"Changbai Xiaoshan, fellow Taoist, be careful."

Xiao Shan said, and suddenly took out a huge fan, with flames rising from the fan. It should be made of the feathers of some kind of fire-attributed fairy bird.

He waved his fan, and a bolt of firelight shot towards Mo Wanzhong like lightning.

Mo Wanzhong felt the high temperature rushing towards his face, his hair had curled up, and there was a burning smell.

"Punch me."

He shouted angrily and rushed towards the opponent quickly. His fists were fired out like sharp arrows. The fire was penetrated by him on the spot. The remaining power remained and he shot towards the opponent fiercely.

Xiao Shan was immediately startled and quickly backed away. At the same time, he suddenly slapped his opponent three times with his fan.

"Hoo ho ho!"

Three shocking waves of fire rose into the sky and swept toward Mo Wanzhong like a whirlwind.

Mo Wanzhong was also shocked. This was the first time he saw such a magical fan. He had no time to dodge, so he had to summon up all his strength and punch a dozen times like lightning.

"Boom boom boom!"

The fist force collided violently with the flames, causing bursts of sparks. In the blink of an eye, an area of ​​100 feet was covered in flames.

In less than three breaths, a figure rushed out of the flames like lightning and shot towards Xiaoshan not far away.

This figure was none other than Mo Wanzhong, who was submerged in the flames. At this moment, although he was not injured, the clothes on his body had been burned to pieces by the flames. His hair was even scorched and curled, making him extremely miserable.

At this moment, he was extremely angry. He had never suffered such a big loss since he started practicing martial arts. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to raise his head in front of his fellow disciples in the future.

However, Xiao Shan did not want to confront the opponent head-on. As soon as he saw the opponent charging towards him, he immediately shot out.

The two sides chased each other and ran around in circles around the martial arts arena.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wanzhong had already punched hundreds of punches, but he was unable to do anything to the opponent.

At this time, Mo Wanzhong was already angered by Xiao Shan and pursued him relentlessly. He was already a little out of control.

If Xiao Shan hadn't been scrupulous and didn't dare to inflict serious injuries, Mo Wan Zhong would have been defeated.

"Boy, stay calm. If you lose the game, I'll take it from you."

Suddenly, a roar came from Mo Wanzhong's ears, which frightened him. He finally woke up.

That voice was none other than Wang Xing. He had already seen that this boy had lost his sense of control, and secretly reminded him.

After Mo Wanzhong regained consciousness, he still did not give up chasing Xiao Shan. However, at this time, he was no longer following the opponent numbly.

I saw him swaying, punching out suddenly, hitting the opponent in the direction of retreat, blocking the opponent's retreat, and then quickly approaching the opponent.

At this time, Xiao Shan was hesitating in his heart about how to let the opponent win. He didn't dare to win at all. This was what the new leader had told him. At this moment, he was in great pain and couldn't think of a good way to make the opponent win, and he couldn't think of a good way to make the opponent win.

Not to be seen.

After all, there were too many beings present who were far more powerful than him, and there was simply no way for him to avoid being discovered by others and allow the opponent to win without anyone noticing.

At this moment, Mo Wanzhong suddenly took action. In his daze, he accidentally bumped into him.

Only when the punch hit his body did he realize that the shield on his body was quickly aroused.

"Bang!"

The shield shook and a small crack opened, but his body was stunned for a moment. At this time, Mo Wanzhong caught up with him in a flash.

"Boy, let's see where you go."

Mo Wanzhong roared angrily, and punched out like lightning. His fist speed exploded instantly, much faster than before.

"Bang!"

The shield on Xiao Shan's body instantly shattered, and then, Mo Wanzhong punched out in succession, a dozen punches were fired in an instant, and the force of the punch hit him like a wave, extremely ferocious.

Xiao Shan was horrified. He sensed the murderous intention of the other party and slapped him fiercely without thinking.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two sides exchanged blows for more than a dozen times in the blink of an eye, and the void trembled, with terrifying punches and flames shooting out.

"ah!"

After three breaths, Xiao Shan was finally defeated by the enemy's huge power and was knocked away on the spot.

At this time, Mo Wanzhong still had no intention of letting the opponent go. He quickly pounced on the opponent and punched the opponent fiercely. He had no idea that the opponent was trying to let him go before. There were several times when he clearly could defeat him, but he let go.

Pass.

However, the Wuzong elders understood.

"Boy, okay, just defeat the opponent, don't kill him."

Wang Xing preached again.

Only then did Mo Wanzhong stop his fist, and his fist stopped three inches in front of the opponent's heart.

"I surrender."

Xiao Shan smiled bitterly.

He also didn't expect that when he was thinking about how to let the other party win, he was almost beaten on the spot because of his distraction. Fortunately, the other party stopped in the end, but he was also scared to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat, and he was very happy.

I secretly vowed in my heart that I would never do such a thankless job again.

"Wu Zong wins this battle. Who else wants to challenge the speed?"

Li Dongliang shouted.

"I'll do it."

"I'll do it."

As soon as his voice fell, more than a dozen people shouted at the same time and rushed out in unison.

At first glance, these people are actually disciples of the other thirty-four sects, and they are all in the realm of true immortals.

It turned out that after these two battles, they all felt that the Wuzong disciples were nothing more than that. As long as they were careful and did not let the opponent get close, they were sure to defeat the opponent.

Nowadays, the monks in the Wuzong True Immortal Realm, including the seven elders, are less than thirty. At this time, they all took a step forward and allowed these people to challenge them.

"Let's challenge together and pick your own opponent."

Li Dongliang said.

In fact, at this time, he also knew that it was impossible to win completely. Although the disciples of the Wuzong were strong and powerful, their shortcomings were quite obvious. After all, they had only practiced for a few years and had no combat experience at all.

However, now, he doesn't care about victory or defeat, he just treats it as an opportunity for the disciples to practice. It can also let them know that there is a sky outside the world, and there are people outside the world, and suppress their arrogance so that they can practice harder in the future.

"I choose him."

"I choose him."

...

In an instant, these dozen or so monks from the sect had already chosen their opponents, and they were catching and killing them.

The entire martial arts arena is divided into sixteen areas and sixteen battlefields.

"Two Dragons Quest for Pearls."

"Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder"

"Qianqiu Hand."

...

The powerful spells and punches were used in these people's hands and mouths, making the sound extremely lively.

In less than ten breaths, a powerful monk from Wuzong broke through the opponent's shield with one punch and sent the opponent flying away, winning the third victory.

Three minutes later, another Wuzong disciple defeated his opponent.

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed.

Thirteen of the sixteen games have ended.

Wuzong disciples lost four times and won nine.

The remaining three games were fought for more than half an hour before the winner was determined. Wu Zong was the winner.

After all, the Wuzong monks were better at fighting protracted battles. In the stalemate until the end, basically all three of them had exhausted their opponent's magic power, and then they were defeated by their physical strength.

Next, people kept coming out to challenge them. Almost every one of the less than thirty true immortals in Wuzong had been challenged two or three times.

Especially the weakest players hardly have any time to rest. People are constantly challenging them, and they are almost exhausted every time they fight.

However, the effect was extremely remarkable. Apart from losing a few games at the beginning, as they gained more combat experience, their strength became stronger and stronger. In the end, they killed thirty-four sects and no true immortal monks dared to come out. challenge.

"Everyone, it's getting late. Let's continue tomorrow."

Finally, Li Dongliang saw that no one was challenging the True Immortal Warrior anymore, and the sky had indeed turned dark. Although it had no impact on them, since no one was on the field anymore, he simply stopped challenging.

Thirty-four sects also understood that if they continued to compete, they would just serve as sparring partners for each other, which was meaningless. They nodded and agreed to Li Dongliang's suggestion.

Next, Li Dongliang arranged for someone to take them to the guest room to rest.

Both sides exchanged polite words and left.
Chapter completed!