Almost everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
Where did the drunken fire whip come out? Why did it suddenly entangle Shangguan and Yu without knowing it? No one saw these clearly.
Of course, except for Xie Ming, Zhong Nan and Bai Zhang, no one expected Shangguan and Yu to lose, and they would be defeated so quickly. Therefore, everyone, including Mr. Tong, did not pay serious attention to the changes in the field.
The winner has been decided.
Soon, the drunk fire whip wrapped around Shangguan Heyu quickly removed and disappeared, and the broken wind feathers pressed against their necks and chests also disappeared one by one.
Du Xuan put away the wild Ruyi Shuttle and landed on the ground with a faint smile on his face. Looking at Shangguan Heyu who was still shocked and incredible, he bowed and said, "Don't be angry with Brother Yu, I'm lucky, I hope to forgive me."
"snort!"
Shangguan Heyu finally came to his senses. Although he was very unwilling to give up, he was helpless at this time and had to snorkeling: "I was careless for a moment and I was told by you. Well, if I lose, I will lose. However, if I have the courage to wait until the martial arts competition is over, how dare I compete with me again? Don't worry, just click until it."
"Haha." Du Xuan sneered and said, "Okay. Since he is not having fun with Brother Yu this time, you can ask me to discuss with me at any time."
"Okay! Just one word is determined." Shangguan Heyu was slightly stunned when he heard this. He did not expect Du Xuan to agree so readily. He immediately said this, as if he was afraid that Du Xuan would regret it.
Du Xuan won unexpectedly, and after everyone was surprised, he whispered. Of course, most people thought that as Du Xuan himself said, he won by chance. Those magic tricks are average, but the number is relatively large, and the speed is not difficult. However, as long as the martial artist is not careless, it is not difficult to deal with these magic. Moreover, if you directly attack Du Xuan himself, the battle will probably be easier.
Three consecutive games, one bye, and two games took less than half an hour, leaving enough time for the next five games.
The fourth game was originally between the disciples of the Tang Gang holding the iron plate of the T-shaped characters and the disciples of the Ninth Palace, but the Tang Gang took the initiative to withdraw, and the Ninth Palace was equally lucky to win without a fight.
In the fifth game, it was still a bye because another disciple of the Tang Gang drew the iron card with Wu characters, and the lucky opponent this time was a disciple of Shangguan Pavilion.
The sixth competition finally feasted everyone on the scene. The two sides of the competition were Du Yumu from Du Mansion and Sun Ziyang from Sunjiabao.
Both of them are martial artists at the Eighth Realm of Dharma, but Du Yumu entered the Eighth Realm of Dharma for about a year than Sun Ziyang, and his cultivation was more solid. However, how could Sun Ziyang easily admit defeat and surrender? So the two fought for an hour before Du Yumu won the battle.
However, the Du Mansion, which has always been able to gain advantage in the Yan Clan and the Ninth Palace, has now won one after another and passed the first round, which surprised many people. Du Xuan can understand that it was a "lucky victory" after all, while Du Yumu won real, with high cultivation, skillful tricks, feminine and vicious skills, and deserved to defeat Sun Ziyang. Moreover, many people regard him as a strong competitor to win the championship.
The exciting competition ended, and it was noon. The scorching sun above my head was very fierce. Mr. Tong announced a temporary quit. After lunch, Shen Shi would fight again.
In the seventh game, the disciples of the Wusect finally enjoyed the luck of winning without fighting. The opponent Shawang Sect voluntarily withdrew, so the disciples of the Wusect did not need to compete and directly advanced to the next round.
The last game of the first round, that is, the eighth game, the two protagonists in the competition are Sunjiabao disciples and Yan clan disciples.
The reason why the Wumen chose Shen Shi to fight again was that there was only one competition left in the afternoon. Moreover, the strength of the two in this competition was very different. The Sun Family Fort disciples had the eighth level of Fa, while the Yan clan disciples had only the sixth level of Fa. Therefore, Shen Shi started the competition, and the time was completely enough.
Perhaps because Sun Ziyang was eliminated by Du Yumu, a disciple of Du's family, the Sun Family Fort disciple who appeared in the end came up and tried his best to make poisonous moves. In just half a stick of incense, the disciples of the Yan clan surrendered and admitted defeat and were defeated.
At this point, only four of the first round of the eight competitions were truly contested, and they ended unexpectedly quickly. The eight people who advanced to the second round were two martial arts disciples, two Du Mansion disciples, one Sun Family Fort disciples, one Shangguan Pavilion disciple, one Yan clan disciple, and one Ninth Hall disciple.
Except for the Tang Gang and Sha Wang Sect who voluntarily withdrew, and the Demon Valley that did not participate in the competition, all other forces had disciples shortlisted for the second round, which was a great joy.
However, everyone who has the ability to win the title of the league leader pointed to Wumen, Du Mansion and Sunjiabao. Sunjiabao will encounter Wumen disciples in the next round. Even if they win, they will encounter Du Yumu. They will have two fierce battles, and winning the title is not favored. Du Mansion and Wumen are considered to be the most likely to win the title.
Of course, most people think that the reason why the Du Mansion is popular is because of Du Yumu's strength, and it has nothing to do with Du Xuan, who "wins by chance".
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A few days before the ASEAN leader meeting was held, in some mysterious mountain range, although it was still in late summer, this mountain range was still covered with snow, as if it was a white world all year round.
In contrast to the snow-white things outside, two men in black were like black spots dotted on white floors, occasionally leaping through the dazzling white mountains.
One of the men in black was a boy, with a little tender and ignorant look on his face. Looking at the old man who had stopped, he said respectfully: "Old Mr. Ji, what are we doing here?"
This old man is Mr. Ji, Mr. Zeng’s master who Du Xuan is very familiar with.
Old Ji stroked his beard and smiled, looked around the vast white area, and then turned around and said, "Don't move, your arms sag naturally, and your palms face me."
"Yes." The young man was confused, but he nodded and responded, and as Ji Lao said, his arms drooped and his palms faced outward.
Then, Old Ji put away his smiling face, his palms stood up, and the demonic energy in his body flowed rapidly, and then he met the boy's right palm.
call!
The boy was shocked suddenly, and his right hand unconsciously stretched towards Mr. Ji, looking uncomfortable.
"Oh, it's not right." Mr. Ji shook his head and sighed.
Mr. Ji took back his demonic energy, and the boy had returned to normal, and there was a look of fear and panic in his eyes.
call!
Old Ji mobilized his demonic energy again and hit the boy's chest with his palm. The boy quickly took a step forward, then groaned, and his face looked painful. Old Ji still shook his head and sighed.
Then, Old Ji waved his palms and hit the boy's left wrist, ankle, and back, but after several attempts, he made Old Ji shook his head and sigh helplessly. Finally, Old Ji's eyes fell on the boy's temples on his forehead and the dantian on his abdomen.
Old Ji frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally waved his palm to the boy's temple!
"ah!"
The boy slammed! He staggered to the ground, pressed his head with both hands, and was in great pain. Old Ji quickly squatted down and pressed the boy's wrist with his hand. As the demonic energy came out, the boy's wail gradually weakened, and the pain on his face also relieved a lot.
"Get up." After a moment, Old Ji helped the boy up and said.
Although the boy was extremely frightened, he had to bite the bullet and follow the instructions in the face of Mr. Ji's instructions.
"ah!"
Without warning, the young man had just stood firm and cried again, crawling to the ground, covering his abdomen tightly with his hands, lying on the ground and wailing: "Ji...Old Ji, spare your life! Disciple, the disciple's demon...the devil is here, running around, the demon...the devil...the unstable consciousness!"
Mr. Ji ignored the boy's begging for mercy, his eyes shining brightly, and his gloomy face finally became happy. His palms were still facing the boy's dantian, and the invisible demonic energy was still playing a role.
"Give me your life, spare me..."
The boy's begging for mercy was heartbroken in the mountains, but Old Ji was indifferent to it. Even though the many secret whistles hidden in the mountains were puzzled, no one appeared. Old Ji was the most powerful person in this mountain range, so naturally no one would be blind to interfere in his behavior.
Slowly, the boy's face became paler, almost like the white snow on the ground that was close to him.
Suddenly, the boy's eyes were bloodshot and widened, and almost half of his eyeballs were bulging. With a heart-wrenching scream, the boy's begging for mercy suddenly stopped. His mouth was open and he could not say anything. His whole body suddenly began to sink. This strange sank speed became faster and faster. After a few breaths, a living teenager turned into a shriveled corpse!
On the other hand, Mr. Ji's hands were trembling slightly, and his gray beard was trembling. I don't know if it was because of the cold wind in the mountains or because of the trembling whole body.
"Success, success, finally success!" Old Ji suddenly laughed to the sky, "Haha, success!"
Then, Mr. Ji suddenly flew up and headed straight to the bottom of the mountain. The cliffs could not hinder the demon cultivator at all, let alone Mr. Ji, who had been a great demon master for decades.
Ji Lao went down the mountain quickly, and waited to reach the foot of the mountain, looking around, as if looking for something. Soon, Ji Lao turned his body and changed his direction and flew away faster.
After a moment, in Mr. Ji's vision, a farmland and a small mountain village appeared.
Whoosh!
Ji Laofei came to this small mountain village and headed straight to a larger wooden house in the middle of the mountain village. Around this wooden house, there were all thatched houses, which shows that the owner of this wooden house should be an important figure in this small mountain village.
As soon as Mr. Ji landed in front of the wooden house, an old man in a civilian rushed out of the house. Seeing Mr. Ji clearly, the originally nervous face suddenly became much more relaxed, and asked, "What's the matter with fellow Taoist coming here?"
"I am here to verify something for you." After Ji Lao said lightly, he stroked his beard and smiled, "The martial arts practitioners in the fifth level of Dharma, tsk, there are actually such martial arts practitioners in such a remote mountain village."
"You need to verify...ah!"
The owner of the wooden house, the old man Buyi, screamed involuntarily as soon as he spoke. He saw that Old Man Ji was just facing the boy, and his palm was facing the old man Buyi's dantian.