Chapter 113 Little Bi Club No. 6 - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Wanbao got up and sat cross-legged on the corner of the ring, regulating his exhausted Dantian.
On the side, Gu Baiyi, who was still meditating, looked at him in surprise, with a clear hint of fear in his eyes.
After chasing Yan Tiezui for more than half an hour, his consciousness detected the changes on his left side, and he became even more anxious. According to intelligence analysis, his opponent was in the same group as Wan Bao. Could it be possible that he had not used any powerful tricks?
Woolen cloth?
Thinking of this, Yan Tiezui increased his spiritual power output, turned into fire shadows, and chased the opponent. After another stick of incense, the spiritual power in his Dantian gradually dried up.
Old Man Mi twitched his mouth and muttered: "A living treasure! Everyone around this plague god is a living treasure! I have never seen such a competition. All you have to do is run away and not fight. How long will this take?"
"Tch! Old man Mi, you are so heartless! What if someone runs away? Does it bother you? Does it violate your rules? It doesn't hurt to stand and talk. If you can, run for half an hour and let me see!" Mi
Yu Rong rolled her eyes at her father and snorted angrily.
"You have no conscience! You little girl, you, have become more and more disgraceful since you followed that god of plague. What sins did your father and I commit in my previous life? I gave birth to such a great person like you!" Old Man Mi gritted his teeth and transmitted the message.
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Huben noticed that the opponent was getting slower and slower, and a smile appeared on his face. The opponent's spiritual energy was consumed too quickly. Although his escape also consumed spiritual energy, the loss was much less than chasing and fighting at the same time.
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"Watch!" Hu Ben suddenly turned around, and Ruyi Ge came out, sending out five or six bolts of lightning to meet Yan Tiezui, who was following him. Yan Tiezui didn't react at all, and ran headlong into the lightning.
"Okay!" Yan Tiezui was worried that he couldn't catch the opponent, so he roared, and the saw-toothed pliers fired red flames and hit Ruyi Ge.
The crackling sound was endless, the saw-toothed pliers and the Ruyi Ge were evenly matched, and they struck each other fiercely, and tongues of fire and lightning danced wildly.
"Don't run away if you can!" Yan Tiezui shouted.
"Okay! This is what you said!" Tiger Thief smiled, took out a black tube, and poured spiritual power into it without hesitation. "Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and under the sun, crystal lights dotted and counted.
Thousands of tiny silver needles exploded towards Yan Tiezui, who was still wielding the serrated pliers.
"Not good!" Yan Tiezui's reaction was not slow, but unfortunately his spiritual energy was consumed too much and his body was not in control. After all, he was half a beat too slow. When he was about to retreat, the silver needles were already overwhelming in front of him.
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"Ah!" Yan Tiezui screamed, and he waved the serrated pliers. Although he shot down most of the silver needles, there were still dozens of them that broke through the defense, shot through his cassock, and pierced his hands and feet.
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"Okay!" Yu Zicong and the brothers shouted loudly from the audience in a corner of the square.
Yan Tiezui's whole body went numb, and he felt dizzy for a while. Then several arcs of lightning hit his shoulders again. He screamed again and fell to the ring.
"Hall Master Xue, is this the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Tube? When did we, Hua Chen, have such a domineering magical weapon?" Sikong Xing looked at the Hall Master of the Weapon Hall and asked.
"Sir, it is indeed a rainstorm pear flower tube. It seems that the grade is not low. It is high-grade and high-grade. It is rare, rare! How can our Qi Hall be willing to spend a lot of crystals to refine this!" Xue Fei nodded and said.
Sikong Xing nodded, stood up, and shouted loudly: "In this group's competition, Gu Baiyi, Wan Bao, and Hu Ben will win! The next group begins!"
When Tian Jiuyi heard Sikong Xing's words, he grinned broadly.
Wanbao and Huben entered the top 21, which is almost the same as having one foot in the inner gate. According to the rules, Hu Meng's group had a bye. In the top 20, no matter who loses, they will be ranked in the 21st and lose.
This time, even if Wanbao and Huben both lose, one of them will be in the top twenty.
"Okay! Now it's No. 244 vs. No. 245, No. 194 vs. No. 298, No. 259 vs. No. 301!" Old Man Mi shouted loudly
shouted.
Tianjiu's face condensed, and he flew onto the center stage. Then, several more figures entered the ring. On the far right, Qiu Shuisheng did not greet his opponent, but instead cupped his fists and raised his hands to Tian Jiuyi, smiling mysteriously.
For a moment.
Tianjiu looked stunned and said in confusion, "Do we know each other? It seems we have never met before, right?"
Tian Jiu was stunned, and Wen Xiezi stood three feet away in front of him. At the same time, he raised his hands and said, "Wen Xiezi, I have met Brother Tian!"
"I have met Senior Brother Wen! Senior Brother Wen is so charming and graceful, with beautiful trees in the wind, Tian is so envious of him!" Tianjiu said complimentarily, with a smile on his face, looking frank.
"Hmph! What's the use of flattering, you have to have real skills!" Sikong Xing hummed on the VIP table. He really disliked Tianjiu more and more.
Sikong Lan's pretty face was gloomy, and she muttered: "You know how to judge people by their appearance. How do you know that others have no real ability? Sooner or later, you will regret it."
"Regret? Girl, I would regret for such an ant-like person? Did you take the wrong medicine?" Si Kongxing sent a message to his daughter disdainfully.
"Humph, I won't tell you anymore. You don't know anything. You only know that you are afraid of the Fifth Master. I am not afraid of anything. If you call him an ant again, I will never pay attention to you again!" Sikong Lan said with red eyes.
He lowered his head and said.
Sikong Xing scratched the back of his head and looked towards the ring with a look of helplessness on his face.
Tianjiu still wanted to answer Wen Xiezi, and the fight started with a rumble between the left and right sides. Wen Xiezi focused his eyes and shot out a ray of light. He touched his hand and found a golden long sword. The sword's body flashed with electric light, and he whizzed.
There was a cracking sound. This was his most prized treasure - the Thunder Sword.
Wen Crabzi slightly injected spiritual power into the Thunder Sword. The Thunder Sword buzzed and suddenly grew to a length of one foot. Lightning and thunder erupted from the sword, with a sound like ten thousand horses galloping.
"Brother Tianjiu, I'm sorry! This is the first time I've used this sword in this competition. I hope Brother Tian will give me some advice!" After Wen Xiezi finished speaking, without waiting for Tianjiu's response, he chirped and the Thunderbolt Sword struck.
"Mom!" Tianjiu screamed, retreated wildly, and then threw out seven or eight protective talismans.
"Eh? Why did you spread so little this time?" Old Man Mi said to himself. What surprised him even more was that Tianjiu then touched it, and a dark mini hammer appeared in his hand. He gritted his teeth and extracted a little
Spiritual power was poured into the small hammer, and when the hammer clicked, it surged tenfold.
Mountain-shaking hammer, a high-grade mid-level hammer, can crack mountains and crack rocks with one hammer blow, and it can also have a force of ten thousand kilograms.
"It's interesting! The Mountain-Shaking Hammer is facing off against the Thunder Sword, and the tip of the needle is facing the Maimang. Now it's interesting." Old Man Mi narrowed his eyes and laughed.
"Boom!" The two heavy weapons collided together as expected, and fire shot out.
Tianjiu staggered and almost fell to the ground, while Wen Crabzi swayed slightly before regaining his footing. With this one move, the verdict was decided.
"How is that possible?" Sikong Lan was stunned. She knew Tianjiu's strength very well. Even an ordinary monk in the early stage of foundation building could easily kill him instantly, not to mention that this was just an ordinary outer disciple at the eighth level of Qi refining. Of course, fighting and fighting
The competition is a different matter. In the internal competition, many thunderous methods are impossible to use, especially for a character like Tianjiu who has a lot of secrets.
"Boss, what's going on?" Wan Bao and Hu Ben looked at each other, and they were very puzzled. All the Lingzhu Valley brothers were also very confused. They all knew that the boss could defeat the eighth level of Qi Refining at the seventh level.
A disciple on the upper level is only higher than Wanbao and Huben. Why did he almost fall when he took action for the first time?
"Hey, have you given up now? This God of Plague is nothing more than that, a piece of shit, strong on the outside but weak on the inside!" Old Mi looked at Mi Yurong provocatively and said.
"Old man Mi, what are you so proud of! This has just begun, just be optimistic, the God of Plague will definitely beat his opponent to pieces!" Mi Yurong bit her lip and hummed.
On the ring, Tianjiu shivered, but managed to stabilize his body. Several protective walls behind him blocked the momentum of the Thunder Sword's continued attack. The protective talismans flashed violently several times, and three or four talismans squeaked and turned into
The sparks dissipated in the air.
It's so damn dangerous! Although the head-on blow just now was not with his full strength, it still used almost 80% of his spiritual power. Only 90% of it was bounced back by the "gauze" spiritual energy ball at the Dantiankou.
, only less than one level of spiritual power could come out of his dantian, which made him panic.
Wen Xiezi saw this, and his heart was full of joy. Since Tianjiu Spiritual Power is so weak today, his chances of winning are much greater. According to the intelligence, the opponent is the boss of Lingzhu Valley and Tiandu Fengfang City, so he should be not weak.
But now it is obvious that he is more than one and a half stars worse than himself. Is it because the other party intends to retain it, or is the other party injured? I heard that this person just came back from a long trip, is his strength really damaged?
Taking advantage of your illness, I will take your life! Wen Crabzi is worthy of being the leader of the nine districts of the crystal mine, and his killing is unambiguous. When he mentions Dantian, spiritual power pours into the Ben Lei Sword, and the Ben Lei Sword carries rumbling thunder.
The sound was fired out again.
Tianjiu hurriedly recalled the mountain-shaking hammer that had bounced in the air. He took out a talisman again and threw it in front of him. The talisman, inspired by Tianjiu's spiritual power, quickly erected dozens of protective walls around him.
Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are almost indispensable.
"Oh! It's still the same old thing! There will definitely be a lot of attack talismans next." Old Man Mi shook his head and sighed.
However, what surprised him was that Tianjiu did not throw out the attack talisman, but sat down in the ring. Then he waved his hands continuously, and the three formation flags were inserted around his body like horns, doing
After finishing this, he took out another jade plate and quickly inserted a mid-level crystal stone into the jade plate. As soon as he finished doing this, Wen Crabzi's Thunder Sword came to kill him.
Three loud noises were heard, and the Thunder Sword destroyed several layers of protective walls. The momentum stopped, and the silvery white flash on the sword was obviously dimmed. It was still one or two feet away from Tianjiu's body, and there were still three protective walls between it.
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Wen Crabzi was very unwilling, gritted his teeth, and continued to use the Thunder Sword to strike at him.
There was another roar, and the three protective walls spread out. Wen Crabzi was overjoyed and dodged aggressively. At the same time, he did not forget to pour spiritual power into the Thunder Sword, trying to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop. As long as the Thunder Sword struck the opponent, he was very
It is certain that the opponent will either die or be injured, or at worst lose the ability to resist.
Tianjiu shuddered. He also saw this situation. It was too late to hit him with the mountain hammer or set up a protective wall. He could only be cruel and muttered a few spells, and the three-pole formation flag flashed violently.
Then there was a stream of light, a beep, and mist.
At this moment, the Thunder Sword whizzed and struck above the mist.
"Huhu!" Like a stone falling into the sea of cotton, the Thunder Sword bounced out. The mist whizzed, expanding to a radius of ten feet, and Tianjiu's figure disappeared in front of everyone.
"Eh? Sancai Jupiter Formation!" Yin Jinfeng glanced at Sikong Xing and said.
Sikong Xing's originally excited expression immediately turned dark, and he scolded with a dark face: "If you can't beat me, just pretend to be a grandson! You are a grandson!"
Wei Qiyin, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Pretending to be a grandson is also a skill. If you don't stick to trivial matters when it comes to big things, Zhongtai Tianjiu will definitely win!"
Sikong Xing heard this and moved his mouth for a long time, but in the end he did not refute.
With a look of astonishment, Wen Crabzi recalled the Thunder Sword and quickly backed away, fearing that some powerful magic weapon would be shot out of the mist.
Tianjiu breathed a long sigh of relief, took out the Mountain Shaking Hammer again, and injected spiritual energy into the Mountain Shaking Hammer in small and small amounts. At the same time, he laughed slyly: "Let me see if I don't hit you with teeth all over the floor this time!
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After more than ten breaths, Wen Crabzi saw that there was no attack coming out of the mist, and gradually calmed down. After thinking about it for a moment, he waved with one hand, and shot out a stream of fire blades one after another, and disappeared into the mist. However, there was still no news at all.
There wasn't even any movement inside.
Wen Crabzi gritted his teeth, stepped forward, brandished the Thunder Sword, and slashed at the mist wildly. At the same time, he kept shouting: "Have you hacked to death, hacked to death! Hacked to death, you turtle!"
Seeing this, everyone in the audience was shocked, and then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Look, the God of Plague has become a turtle!"
"Yes, yes! Now I have turtle soup to drink!"
"What a plague! I'll call him Ninja Turtle from now on!"
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After a stick of incense, Wen Crabzi was panting. He struck down hundreds of swords. The mist trembled violently at first and quickly decreased. But after a while, it suddenly rose again and became many times denser. Finally, he slashed down with the sword.
They all feel much heavier.
Ouyang De smiled, turned around and said in a low voice: "Haha! Deacon Sikong, Tianjiu has many tricks these days and is as clever as a god. No wonder your girl likes him!"
Sikong Xing's face twitched several times, and he replied angrily: "Master Ouyang, please don't laugh at me. After this competition, I will order this girl to stay in seclusion for several years. She will not be allowed to leave until she breaks through to the middle stage of foundation building.
Humph, how can this loser be worthy of my Lan'er!"