Chu Shi glanced downwards, nodded with satisfaction, and then heard him say loudly:
"This Luohe competition is organized by our four sects, Qishan Sect, Blood Sword Sect, Wenxiang Sect and Shuijing Pavilion. The purpose is to encourage the Qi Refining disciples of the small sects in Zhao State to improve their cultivation and learn from each other.
Chu is deeply honored by the enthusiastic participation of all sects!"
"In addition, the responsibility for supervising this competition is shared by me and the three fellow Taoists on the stage. Now I will ask Mr. Tang Wu from the Blood Knife Sect to explain the rules of the competition to everyone."
As soon as Chu Shi finished speaking, the scarred man next to him nodded and took a step forward and said loudly:
"A total of thirty-two people participated in this Luohe competition, which was divided into five rounds. The first three rounds were all completed today to determine the top four in the competition, and the last two rounds will be held the day after tomorrow."
"In this competition, there are no restrictions on magical powers, but the competition can only be one-on-one, and no one outside the venue is allowed to intervene. If you find that you are losing, you can voluntarily give up and admit defeat to avoid losing your life. Each sect has its own sect.
, and you must not maliciously hurt someone’s life.”
After the scarred man finished speaking, the people below just discussed briefly, but no more sounds were made. It was obvious that everyone had understood the rules of the fighting club before coming here.
Seeing this, Chu Shi took a step forward and said: "Ahem, now that everyone knows it, I announce that the competition has officially begun. Now, all contestants are invited to come to the stage to draw lots."
Seeing the qi-training monks below coming onto the stage one after another, Liang Yan also followed the crowd and went to the high platform to draw a bamboo stick.
I saw "Thirteen" written clearly on the bottom of the bamboo stick.
"Thirteen? So my opponent is number fourteen?" Liang Yan looked at the bamboo sticks, shrugged indifferently, and returned to the stage to close his eyes and rest.
In just a moment, someone jumped into the pit and started fighting. The two people in the first round were a white, fat middle-aged man and a strong man with a fierce face.
The fat, white middle-aged man wielded a yellow stone plate, which had both offensive and defensive functions. The strong man held a mace and bullied him forward. He was actually following the path of physical cultivation.
The two men were locked in an inseparable fight on the stage, the atmosphere was heated, and the cheers and cheers of people from the same clan kept coming from below.
It's just that with Liang Yan's current strength, this little trick is already difficult for him to detect.
Therefore, he has been keeping his eyes closed in the audience, showing little interest in the series of dizzying battles on stage.
After a long time, I suddenly heard someone shouting in front of the high platform:
"No. 13, contestant Hao Xiu from Wenxiang Sect, please enter!"
As soon as these words came out, the people who were talking about each other fell silent instantly.
The silence didn't last long. I don't know who couldn't help it first, and burst out laughing. This laugh seemed to light a fuse, and everyone in the audience burst into laughter, shaking their heads in disbelief.
Someone said: "This person is really hard to find in a thousand years. I guess he practices the stinky method. One stink can defeat hundreds of methods and use his stink to ward off enemies!"
Another person said: "I have never heard of this Hao Shou before. Is there really no one in the Wenxiang Sect? They actually sent an unknown person to participate in the competition. This is to make people laugh!"
After all, Liang Yan was still a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. At this moment, he was filled with unknown anger, and secretly scolded Li Xiaosong bloody.
However, despite the scolding, he had no intention of falling out with everyone on the spot. Instead, he jumped up and silently jumped into the competition venue.
Liang Yan waited for a while, and then a person named Shanshan came out from the opposite side. This person was dressed in a white robe and carried a long sword on his back. He looked like a handsome young man.
He lazily jumped forward, unsheathed his long sword in mid-air, and brought out a flash of frost-white sword light.
Then he tiptoed a little in the air, raised his body a little higher, and at the same time danced wildly with the sword in his hand, writing the two characters "Yue Chen" in mid-air.
After writing these two words, the man fell lightly into the competition arena, raised his hands to everyone outside the arena and said:
"Haha, I am Yue Chen, an inner disciple of the Huanshan Sect and the fourteenth contestant in this competition. I have made a fool of myself for you all!"
Although he said "showing his embarrassment" in his words, such a fancy opening and the proud expression on his face all revealed the arrogance in his heart.
At this time, there were a lot of cheers outside the venue, and some female cultivators from small sects were whispering to each other, talking about it, and even worse, they were making secret glances at him.
When Yue Chen saw this, the look of pride on his face became even thicker. He glanced at Liang Yan opposite him and saw that he was wearing ordinary gray clothes. He couldn't help but smile:
"This fellow Taoist Hao Shou. I see you have a long sword at your waist. Could it be that you also know how to use a sword?"
Liang Yan nodded expressionlessly and said, "I understand a little bit."
"Oh, it seems that we are the same people!" Yue Chen laughed loudly, stood on the stage, stroked his long sword, and said with an arrogant face:
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Hao, although you and I are from different sects, I, Yue Chen, have a good education and will definitely give you some guidance when I make my move later. But you have to remember it carefully. You must know that sometimes a few words can seduce you."
Entering the Tao is worthy of several years of hard training on your own."
At this time, Liang Yan's inner patience had reached its limit. He frowned and shouted coldly:
"Are you born in the year of the dog? You talk too much, and you bark and bark. Hurry up and take action!"
After hearing this, Yue Chen's originally proud face immediately turned gloomy.
"Boy, I think you are seeking death. Today I will show you the power of sword cultivator!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward with a whoosh, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and stabbed Liang Yan.
Seeing Yue Chen draw his sword, Liang Yan suddenly remembered Zhuo Bufan's words that day:
"He's just a sword-wielding monk, not a sword cultivator at all!"
He secretly smiled bitterly, even he could only barely step into the way of swordsmanship at this time, and he did not dare to call himself a true swordsman.
I didn't expect that this kid was so brazen, but he only used a sword-like spiritual weapon and dared to call himself a swordsman. He was really looking at the sky from the bottom of a well.
Seeing that Yue Chen's sword was full of momentum, Liang Yan just shook his head slightly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand forward, with a golden light on his palm, and actually caught Yue Chen's long sword with his bare hands in full view of everyone.
"you!"
Yue Chen was stunned and wanted to withdraw the long sword, but found that the right hand of the person opposite was like steel and iron, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't pull it.
In the golden light of Liang Yan's right hand, there was a faint surge of black sword energy. Suddenly, with a bang!, Yue Chen's long sword fell into pieces and turned into a pile of debris, floating in the air.
Liang Yan's right hand kept moving forward, and slapped Yue Chen on the face.
Yue Chen's eyes were filled with stars, and he was sent flying backwards. His body crossed the competition field and landed directly on a poplar tree ten miles away.
He was hanging upside down from the tree, half of his cheeks were red and swollen, and his whole body had lost consciousness. He was just swaying back and forth in the air as the branches swayed.
"It hurts!"
These are the two words that everyone in the audience thought of in unison.
