"Lianxin Peak!" Rong Que closed his eyes and whispered to himself softly.
The game has reached the eleventh inning. At this inning, the audience finally woke up from Rong Que's victory, because among the people playing this time there was a person who attracted the attention of thousands of people. He was the strongest person in the South Gate.
Yang Shun.
Yang Shun's opponent had already stood on the ring, his face a little pale. Facing a master like Yang Shun, few people could face it calmly, but no one would give up this great opportunity to enter the inner gate.
So he did not admit defeat, but looked nervously at Yang Shun who was slowly walking down from the audience.
A strange phenomenon happened at this time. Yang Shun did not look at his opponent. He stared at Rong Que closely. In his heart, Rong Que was already at the top of the list of competing with him for the first place.
A strong opponent is in the position. It used to be Cong Xun, but now Cong Xun has been defeated. She and Kang Cheng have no chance to compete for the first place. Only those disciples who have no defeat can compete for the first place, and of course Zhuo Kai under his command
It is impossible for him to have the courage to face himself. Now only Wang Er and Rong Que, whose strength is unfathomable, are left.
Looking at Yang Shun, Rong Que suddenly felt the fighting spirit of the other party, crossing the distance between the two and rushing towards him.
Smiling slightly, Rong Que was not someone to be trifled with. Since the other party was arrogant to him, he no longer hid it. Immediately, a strong killing intent rushed out of Rong Que's body and headed towards Yang Shun.
The fighting spirit that rushed towards him flew away.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Two invisible forces collided, and a gust of wind suddenly spread in all directions. Yang Shun immediately took a step back and looked at Rong Que in slight surprise.
Rong Que's body returned to normal with a slight shake, with a smile on his face. Facing Yang Shun, he was not afraid at all, but he was also surprised that the opponent's fighting spirit was so strong. This invisible duel actually contained
Que had taken a huge advantage. The murderous intention originally came from killing, and the aura was very strong. It could not be resisted by ordinary fighting spirit. However, Yang Shun could compete with Rong Que's murderous intention with his own fighting spirit.
It is already very difficult without falling too far behind.
"It seems that this Yang Shun is much stronger than that Cong Xun, and he is a not weak opponent. This martial arts competition is really lively." Looking at Yang Shun walking towards the ring, Rong Que frowned slightly and said to himself slowly.
The words arrived.
Wang Er didn't know when he came over and said: "Brother Rongque, have you checked out the list of inner gate peaks? Have you decided which one?"
"Look, this is an easy choice. As long as it suits me and has what I want, no matter what the mountain is, I will enter it!" Rong Que smiled slightly and handed the paper in his hand to Wang Er.
Wang Er was stunned by Rong Que's words, as if he didn't understand. He scratched his head, took the paper, and asked: "Brother Rong Que, what do you want?"
"What I want is all the roads leading to the strong." Rong Que looked at the sky and said slowly after a moment.
The game has begun, and Yang Shun's opponents are carefully circling around him, seemingly looking for an opportunity to attack, but they dare not take action.
"If you go down, you can still save your life." Yang Shun did not take action immediately, but just stood there and said slowly.
"Are you kidding? Don't think that because you are number one in South Gate, no one dares to challenge you. I will be the first one. Although there is little hope of winning against you, I will use my attitude to express my position!
"The young man who was Yang Shun's opponent had a serious expression, frowned deeply, and said firmly to Yang Shun.
Laughter broke out, and Yang Shun looked at his opponent with disdain and said: "Weak people are not qualified to discuss positions, and you will no longer have a position."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Shun immediately raised his right hand and rushed towards the young man, shouting: "Burning Mountain Palm!"
With a wave of his palm, the flames suddenly rose and struck towards the young man whose eyes widened in surprise at Yang Shun's speed.
"boom!"
At the last moment, the young man finally woke up from his surprise and immediately protected his chest with both hands. His spiritual power overflowed and protected his entire body. He was slapped away by Yang Shun and hit the edge of the ring more than ten meters away.
He fell after just a few steps.
"The strength is indeed extraordinary. Although this palm uses low-level Yuan-level Qigong, it has some of the power of Yuan-level high-level Qigong." Rong Que looked at Yang Shun's flaming palm, rubbing the hanging ring.
Slowly talking to himself.
Then Rong Que turned his attention to the young man who was fighting Yang Shun, turned to Wang Er and asked, "What is the name of the young man Yang Shun is competing against?"
"Oh! Him, his name seems to be, Jianlou, what a strange name." Wang Er thought for a while and said casually.
"Master, the surname Jian is very special. I remember that in ancient times, only families that reached the peak of using a weapon could use the name of that weapon as a surname. The strongest person in their family was obsessed with weapons.
It has reached a state of infinite proximity." Before Rong Que could speak, he heard Huo Lao's voice in his mind.
Rong Que was stunned for a moment, looked at the sword tower on the ring with some surprise, and asked Huo Lao: "So this person is also a descendant of the ancient family?"
"It should be. Moreover, families that can take the name of a weapon as their surname have a special connection with that weapon. As long as this connection is not severed and is opened by their ancestors or accidentally, then they will be here
The mastery of this weapon will reach its peak, but I see that this person does not have any sword intention. Either his bloodline is lonely, or his connection with the sword has not been opened." Huo Lao looked at the sword tower on the ring.
There was doubt in his eyes.
Rong Que gave a wry smile and said to himself: "This martial arts competition has really taught me a lot. There are so many descendants of the ancient tribe appearing all at once. Are these descendants of the ancient tribe just like cabbage on the street? They are caught one by one.
A lot of it.”
"Of course it won't happen. The bloodline of the ancient tribe is extremely rare. Yi Laonu thought that it should be because this sect is the largest sect within a few miles around, so there are so many descendants of the ancient tribe's bloodline, because there are so many
The ancient clan has now retired. It may be because their strength has declined, or they are being hunted by extremely powerful powerful men who infiltrate the younger members of their clan into the sect in exchange for their immortal bloodline." Elder Huo caressed.
With an imaginary beard, he explained slowly.
Rong Que felt confused again, rubbed his eyebrows, sorted out the information in his mind, and asked: "How come there are so many ancient tribes within a hundred miles?"
Hearing Rong Que's question, Huo Lao's expression suddenly became a little lonely. He sighed and said, "There is another possibility. After an ancient clan was exterminated, the descendants escaped and found a quiet place to live.
In the lives of mortals, as time goes by, they may have long forgotten the scenes in which their ancestors once made a difference."
Rong Que's mind suddenly fell silent. He knew that Huo Lao was also an ancient person, an ancient person from three thousand years ago, but how many people still remember him now? This feeling was like walking on a busy street, but no one he knew could
To put it bluntly, in a strange dark world without even a glimmer of light, the only person he can rely on now is himself, this mistaken master.
"Don't worry, Mr. Huo, I will recreate the glory of the past, and I will let everyone on this continent engraved our names deeply in their hearts and never forget them!" After saying that, Rong Que raised his head and looked at the sky. What a coincidence.
Unexpectedly, an arrogant eagle let out a loud cry when Rong Que raised his head, as if in response to Rong Que's words.
Huo Lao smiled kindly and said: "Master will definitely rebuild his glory, and I swear to be loyal to you to the death."
Yang Shun's competition has ended. Although Jianlou lost the competition, he narrowly saved his life. He was burned in many places and is now being carried to the treatment room of the martial arts tournament.
Yang Shun pointed at the sword tower that was being carried away, and said something to Rong Que in the distance. Looking at the opening and closing of his lips, Rong Que smiled slightly and ignored it.
What Yang Shun said was that next time, Rong Que would become the burned sword tower.
The conference continued. The arena was broken many times and was repaired by the deacons who cultivated the earth attribute in the sect. They had watched the game between Wang Er and Tang Qiaochun and the game between Zhuo Kai and Kang Cheng. People in the audience were already worried about it.
Those games with low expectations are no longer interested.
When Rong Que fought against Cong Xun, the arena was wrapped in thick fog and could not be seen at all. Although the final result was shocking, we did not see any wonderful fighting scenes. And the match between Yang Shun and Jian Lou was one-sided and could not be seen at all.
Just didn't see it.
The few outer sect masters in front have already taken action, and the little fish and shrimp in the back are no longer interesting, but everyone is looking forward to the appearance of well-hidden masters like Wang Er and Rong Que, and that is where the inner sect disciples come.
The purpose of the martial arts tournament is, firstly, to witness the gorgeous fights and see if they can learn combat experience from them. Secondly, after the martial arts tournament, each mountain peak will offer an olive branch to the outer disciples they like in order to gain favor.
There are more than 70 outer sect disciples participating in the martial arts competition this time. Only 20 of them can enter the inner sect. The rest will be brushed off. The ruthless sect's precepts are the only way to screen out the truly qualified inner sects.
disciple.
The time has reached noon, and the game is going very fast. It is almost over in just a cup of tea. After a while, it has reached the thirtieth game. This time, the people in the audience have lost interest and everyone is chatting about their own things.
What happened was that even Taomu made a fuss and casually announced the start of the game.
This time the disciples from the South Gate and the West Gate came on stage. After the two exchanged their names, the disciple from the South Gate made a killing gesture towards the disciple from the West Gate with some arrogance.
"puff!"
In an instant, something shocking happened. The disciple of Ximen quickly drew out the long sword from his waist, and the body of the disciple of Nanmen flashed past him and appeared behind him. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
For a while, most people didn't see clearly what was going on.
"What a fast sword!" Rong Que was immediately surprised, looking at the figure standing with a sword in the field, searching for his name in his head.
The Ximen disciple shook off the blood on the long sword and put it into the scabbard. At this time, the body of the Nanmen disciple behind him finally fell down, throwing up a trace of dust, looking so weak.
At this time, Rong Que finally thought of the name of the Ximen disciple, Ximen Xue. His sharp sword shocked everyone present. After the unlucky Nanmen disciple fell, there were waves of gasps under the ring.