Shuangliu City Commercial Bank, as the branch of Tianji Pavilion in the East Prefecture of Dihua Prefecture, has a martial arts arena that can accommodate 50,000 people. There is a huge projection array in the martial arts arena that can magnify the situation on the arena.
Dozens of times, delivered to the audience in real time.
As the central city of Dongfu, Shuangliu City has approximately five to six million residents.
At this time, the martial arts arena was overcrowded. One-tenth of the people in the city gathered in the martial arts arena. This shows how much the whole city paid attention to this competition between the Qingshan Sect and the Soul-Destroying Sect!
This world inherently worships monks. For a city with hundreds of thousands of residents, people with spiritual qualifications are not uncommon. Just like the famous college students in the previous life, everyone knows, is curious, yearns for, and worships them.
For most residents of Shuangliu City, the Qingshan Sect and the Soul-Taking Sect are all the information they know about the immortals in the world of immortality. In their hearts, these immortal sects are mysterious and transcendent... Therefore, this kind of immortal sect can truly be seen.
They will never miss the sect's opportunity easily.
Near the grand martial arts arena, there is a normal-looking shop.
Feng Yong stood at the door and greeted the people walking by the road diligently: "The competition between the two sects is about to begin. Do you want to come in and have a try?"
"Whether it will be the Qingshan Sect's counterattack or the Soul Capturing Sect's crushing, don't you want to try your luck?"
"Our store is guaranteed by Tianji Pavilion and is based on integrity. If you miss this time, there will be no next time?"
Feng Yong was very good at recruiting customers. He was thick-skinned and sweet-tongued. After a while, many people started to come over after hearing the news and asked mysteriously: "Is it safe?"
Feng Yongdao: "Don't be nervous. Our family is a regular gambling company, and we have seniors guaranteeing it. Don't be afraid."
The customer then entered the shop contentedly.
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"It's okay, don't be nervous." Li Qingyun looked at Ping An, whose face was as straight as a mahjong in front of him, and comforted him while suppressing a smile.
Ping An stared, with a sullen face, and replied: "No, I'm nervous."
"Okay, okay, just don't be nervous."
Ping An was the first one to participate in the competition. The target of the competition was Zhang Yuan, who ranked first in the outer sect competition of last year and is currently the number one disciple of the outer sect of the Soul Capturing Sect.
Zhang Yuan is seventeen years old and has a peak cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi training. This cultivation level is the maximum cultivation level for the disciples of the outer sect of the Soul-Calling Sect. Because after breaking through the tenth level of Qi training, he will enter the inner sect. This person
It was probably because he was forcibly suppressing his cultivation for the Soul-Calling Sect's outer sect competition. His true strength may have reached the tenth level of Qi training long ago.
Although Ping An is blessed by the Spirit Gathering Array and has incredible talent, his training days are too short after all, and he has only reached the peak of the eighth level of Qi training.
Therefore, peace at this time is very tense.
Li Qingyun comforted Ping An and looked outside.
At this time, the host of the competition has appeared and is introducing the rules of the competition to the audience.
"There is a friendship competition between two sects. There is only a difference between the superior and the inferior. There is no life or death. You can admit defeat at any time. The one who hits or is knocked out of the ring is also considered a loser..."
Li Qingyun rubbed the spiky hair on Ping An's head: "Did you hear that?"
Ping An nodded hard: "Yes!"
Li Qingyun said: "What do you mean, repeat it?"
Ping An took a deep breath, puffed up his chest and said, "Ping An will not hurt him, and will give him a chance to admit defeat."
Li Qingyun: "..."
"It doesn't matter if you get hurt..."
"Ah? Okay..." Ping An didn't expect Li Qingyun to say that, and was obviously shocked.
"Now please allow me to introduce to you the Soul Captor Sect contestant in the first competition, the number one outer disciple—Zhang Yuan!"
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the venue.
The burly Zhang Yuan fell directly from the sky and landed on the ring. A long crack opened under his feet, and his appearance was very domineering.
The audience outside the field had never seen such a scene before, and they became even more excited and shouted like a tide.
Zhang Yuan smiled proudly, cupped his hands slightly forward and said, "I am Zhang Yuan of the Soul Capturing Sect. Please give me your advice."
Li Qingyun rolled his eyes, this guy can really pretend.
"The person appearing next is the young disciple of Qingshan Sect Master Li Qingyun - Ping'an!"
The atmosphere in the field was high and in full swing, and there was another burst of shouting.
"Go ahead, it's your turn." Li Qingyun patted Ping An.
"good."
Seeing that the contestant had not appeared, the host continued: "It is said that the master of the Qingshan Sect..."
Before he finished speaking, crazy whistles and screams came from the audience.
A small boy, who looked about ten years old, walked onto the stage with a blushing face...
However, such a cute little boy carries a huge, nearly two-meter-long ax behind his back...
The sharp contrast was unacceptable to the audience.
"Why did the Qingshan Sect allow the nursing child to play?"
"Am I dazzled? Why is that kid carrying such a big ax?"
"This and that are axes. This is simply bigger than the blades of a blacksmith's windmill..."
"..."
With everyone in the audience talking about it, Ping An walked up to Zhang Yuan. Ping An's head was as high as Zhang Yuan's belly, but the ax behind Ping An's back was two heads higher than Zhang Yuan's.
The two were facing each other, but Ping An did not raise his head to look at Zhang Yuan. Instead, he looked seriously at Zhang Yuan's belly.
Zhang Yuan was speechless for a while. The seventh elder asked him to come out to compete with the Qingshan Sect, but the Qingshan Sect only sent such a child? This child was so confused that he didn't know that he had to say hello to his opponent before the competition and observe by the way.
An opponent?
The host coughed dryly: "The way our Qingshan Sect players appear is very unique. Now both players are ready. Without further ado, let's get started!"
As soon as the host finished speaking, Zhang Yuan quickly backed off and distanced himself from Ping An. He didn't know Ping An at all, but now that he had weapons on him and he didn't, he was obviously at a disadvantage at close range.
It would be too rash to attack directly. You must observe your opponent before making a plan.
But at this moment, Ping An didn't even look at him. He stared at the ground at his feet, slowly swinging on the ring. Suddenly his eyes lit up, he pulled out the giant ax from behind, and swung it with all his strength...
Zhang Yuan yelled that it was not good and suddenly dodged back, only to find that Ping An did not attack him, but draped an ax on the ring...
Behind the ring, Li Qingyun covered his face helplessly, and Yang Hai Aoxue also looked embarrassed. Two days ago, Yang Hai Aoxue said this to Li Qingyun:
"What do you know? This is called "Sword Cutting Technique". It specializes in the precision of strength. Practice hard every day. It seems to be just a simple chopping technique. In fact, every time you strike, you have to find the weak part of the entire wood and develop a habit of attacking the enemy.
Take advantage of the opponent's weakest fighting spirit."
Now Ping An struck the ground with an axe, and the mark left by the axe was the weakest part of the arena, and it was also the center of the arena.
Li Qingyun said to Yang Hai Aoxue: "The split was quite even..."
"You're still making sarcastic remarks!" Yang Hai Aoxue said this to Li Qingyun. His face suddenly turned red, he became angry with embarrassment, and he stretched out his hand to hit Li Qingyun.
Li Qingyun reached out and grabbed Yang Hai Aoxue's jade hand, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a serious voice: