After Yu Zhongjiang finished his announcement, he waved his hand as the two people left the stage.
I saw that the originally damaged areas on the competition platform began to recover.
Although this competition platform is made of materials such as thousand-year-old black iron, it is still easy for him to repair the damage to this competition platform because he has been prepared.
Soon the next group will appear.
In this group, one of the members of the Qing Yuan Dynasty is Sima Qianming, and his opponent is the top disciple of the Tianxing Sect.
For him, this Tianxing Sect disciple may be considered the best in his sect, but for him, defeating him with one hand is enough.
Yu Zhongjiang glanced at Sima Qianming intently before announcing the start.
In his opinion, Sima Qianming's opponents could only be defeated by his two disciples. As for the people from these seven small sects, it was simply impossible.
Even if there are many talented people who are lucky enough to defeat the third prince of the Qing Yuan Dynasty, as long as he is not loyal to Lingyun Sect, he will die.
Thinking like this, he couldn't help but glance at Huang Fu subconsciously.
Then he reacted and looked away.
To be honest, he didn't know why he subconsciously looked at Huang Fu.
"Is it possible that he can defeat his two disciples who are at the third level of Jindan?"
Yu Zhongjiang shook his head and muttered in his heart.
"Tianxingmen, Deng Xuan."
"Sima Qianming."
After Sima Qianming finished speaking, his tone was calm and full of disdain.
Seeing this, Deng Xuan frowned and looked at Sima Qianming with a solemn look.
Such lack of attention to him shows that this person is either powerful or arrogant, and he definitely does not come from a wealthy clan like theirs.
Without thinking much, facing such an enemy, Deng Xuan could only use his full strength in the first blow.
"Tianxing explodes!"
Deng Xuan picked up the magic formula, and less than ten seconds later, he saw an oval stone ball like a meteorite appearing above his head.
What he didn't expect was that Sima Qianming did not interrupt his spell casting, but instead waited meaningfully for him to take action.
But there was already a lot of noise in the stands.
"If I remember correctly, this person should be Sima Qianming. His strength is not much different from Su Xueyan's."
"Senior Brother Deng's encounter with him only means that Senior Brother has bad luck and has stopped here."
"In the face of such a powerful offensive, Feng Qingyun is calm, but his strength is probably above the first level of the Golden Core."
Everyone kept making noises, obviously they had expected that Deng Xuan would be defeated.
drink--
As Deng Xuan shouted loudly, his concentrated attack began to rush towards Sima Qianming.
"Is this your strongest blow? For me, blocking it is effortless."
Sima Qianming smiled and then raised a hand.
Before Deng Xuan could guess what he was going to do, he saw a huge and somewhat transparent hand appear in the air, crushing it like a quail egg.
boom--
Deng Xuan claimed to be the strongest striker, but he was crushed by Feng Qingyundan.
Sima Qianming's pinch was like crushing his self-confidence, causing it to scatter to the ground.
Faced with his strongest attack, which was easily crushed by others, he was defeated.
Not only was he defeated, his self-confidence was also shattered.
"I lost."
Deng Xuan's Adam's apple moved, and after a long time he made a bitter sound.
Now he can no longer fight.
He had been practicing for many years, but when he faced Sima Qianming, his years of hard work could not compare to others, not to mention this was a casual blow from someone else.
It was obvious that Sima Qianming had not made a move yet, but Deng Xuan knew that he could not defeat him under the current situation.
As for releasing water or something, is that possible?
The two of them don't even have any friendship at all, how could they let each other off?
Hearing Deng Xuan's voice admitting defeat, Yu Zhongjiang just glanced at him and then announced that Sima Qianming had won.
For Yu Zhongjiang, it is none of his business whether the seven sect disciples who came here to participate in the competition live or die. He will go back after completing the task.
In the next few games, although their own fighting was very fierce, many monks in the stands were happy and bright, some were frowning, and some were holding back their anger and kept talking...
Obviously, these people are betting. As for why this is the case, you can understand it without saying it.
As the sun gradually sets in the west, only three of the nine groups are left to compete.
After this group finished competing, it was Huang Huan's turn.
After Huang Hui came on the court, he also saw his opponent.
It's Su Xueyan.
"A disciple of Luo Yunzong?"
When Su Xueyan saw that Huang Hui was on the stage, she frowned slightly and spoke angrily.
As a disciple of Lingyun Sect, she usually doesn't have a good look when facing people from Luoyun Sect.
"no?"
After Huang Fu saw Su Xueyan's disdainful and cold expression, he frowned slightly and said coldly.
Now that he has practiced the "Qinglian Futu Zhenyuan Gong", he can be regarded as a disciple of the Luo Yun Sect. Although he doesn't want to pay more attention to it, he will not speak kindly to Su Xueyan, who is rumored to be a disciple of the elder of the Lingyun Sect.
Maybe she was the treasure in the elder's hands, but to Huang Fu, it was none of his business who she was.
Since you don't give me a good look, why should I give you a good look?
"Courageous."
Seeing Huang Fu's ignorant look, Su Xueyan laughed angrily.
"If I didn't have the guts, I wouldn't be standing here."
Huang Fu glanced at her coldly, looking at her as if she were a fool.
"court death."
Hearing Huang Fu's disrespectful tone towards him and his look of looking down on her, he immediately shouted loudly.
And she also violently attacked Huang Huan.
Faced with her rapid movements, Huang Fu reacted hastily.
boom--
The two palms collided, and Huang Fu was knocked away.
"If you dare to insult my disciple here, you will be taught by Xue Yan until you die."
Yu Zhongjiang looked coldly at Huang Fu who was knocked away, and murmured coldly in his heart.
"It's so strong. This attack is as powerful as the second level of the Golden Core."
Huang Fu stood up, looked down at the arm that touched Su Xueyan's palms, and frowned.
"He's not seriously injured yet, which is good."
After seeing that Huang Fu's arm was difficult to lift or was disabled, Su Xueyan laughed darkly.
"You really look like an old witch now, your smiling face is full of wrinkles."
Huang Fu looked at Su Xueyan and said in a normal tone.
"Very good, you have successfully angered me. Even if you die on the stage, no one will step forward to stop you. I have a good master, but you can only rely on yourself."
After Su Xue finished speaking, she shot out directly and attacked Huang Fu.
This time, she did not use her palm as a weapon, but sacrificed her high-grade spiritual weapon.
She already had the second-level strength of the golden elixir, but now that she has used a high-grade spiritual weapon, her strength is self-evident.
If it were an ordinary third-level or fourth-level golden elixir monk, it would probably take a lot of effort to block her attack.