The disciples watching the battle all looked dull, while some of the elders at the front looked solemn.
Ming Ming saw that his body was covered in blood, his white clothes were in pieces, and there were some minor wounds in the exposed areas.
He kept panting and looked a little embarrassed.
Zhang Jian still stood in his original position, with a playful look on his face, holding a long emerald green whip in his hand.
This competition was a bit surprising. It was not as close as imagined, but there was a huge gap.
Because Zhang Jian's realm is actually higher than Ming Jian's, the spiritual treasure in his hand is even more unpredictable.
Ming Jian, who is now at the peak of the early stage of the Immortal Ascension Realm, has almost no power to fight back.
Every time Zhang Jian swings the long whip in his hand, the tip of the whip will cut a severe wound on Ming Jian's body. Although it is not deep or serious, this kind of torture is a bit painful.
The disciples at Yanfa Hall were a little angry.
They all could see that Zhang Jian was trying to humiliate Ming Jian, because with his ability he could have ended the battle long ago, but he still attacked with such a soft knife, which was humiliating.
Zhang Zhi, the leader of Zuowang Peak, looked at this scene with a trace of disdain on his gloomy face. This disciple really did not disappoint him, nor was he in vain after hiding for more than twenty years. He became famous in just this battle.
After taking down Mingjian, and then waiting for the battle between the two dragons and tigers, everything went so smoothly.
"His realm turned out to be the middle stage of the Immortal Movement Realm."
Zhou Yi said: "I didn't expect that there are disciples of this level among the seven peaks, but I can't beat them clearly."
Fan Weimin stood aside with an indifferent expression and said indifferently: "I will make him feel this kind of humiliation."
The whip shadow is heavy.
He clearly saw that his legs had been injured by Lingbao and blood had flowed all over the ground. At this time, he was shaky and could not stand firmly.
"You can't beat me."
Zhang Jian looked proud and said with a smile: "You'd better admit defeat."
Ming Jian ignored it, just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his body, his eyes were still so tenacious.
A few days before the competition, he personally found his senior brother Fan Weimin and begged to replace him in the competition.
It's not for the quota to go to the academy, it's just that I want to defeat the disciples of Zuowangfeng in this grand competition.
No one knows why, only Ming Jian knows it in his heart.
All of this was done just for the sake of a conversation that day in the small courtyard of Cuizhu Peak.
If it hadn't been for the conversation that day, he might never have been able to enter the Immortal Realm in this life.
No matter how dehumanized Shen Yu is described by others, or what heinous things he has done, they cannot erase the help he once gave him.
He couldn't save Shen Yu, so he had to express his gratitude in another way.
The natal spiritual treasure ‘Duan Chen’ that had been with him for more than 20 years gradually emitted a faint white light and slowly rotated in front of him.
This whisk made of thousand-year-old cicada silk finally showed its true face after being silent for a long time.
Ming saw that his vision was starting to become blurry, but he still made a circle with his hands, wrote a seal in the air, and murmured: "Go."
Then, light spread everywhere.
Duan Chen turned into thousands of white rays of light, rose into the sky, and then disappeared.
"Hmph, it's still too weak."
Zhang Jian said disdainfully.
Ding!
A useful object suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Jian. He suddenly retracted his whip, and the next moment, white dust threads were blocked by him like needles.
"That's it..."
Before Zhang Jian could finish his taunting words, his expression suddenly changed.
Because he found that the power of the whisk was getting stronger and stronger, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, very slowly, but its momentum was unstoppable.
Zhang Jian couldn't help but retreat, the whip-shaped spiritual treasure in his hand was almost pressed into an arc, his elbow had been bent to the limit, and the dust silk was only three inches away from his chest.
Ming Jian's face became paler, but his body remained upright, and his trembling right hand held the magic weapon tightly.
"get out."
Zhang Jian suddenly shouted angrily, with a ferocious expression on his face, and all the spiritual power in his body suddenly exploded, pouring into his hands like a tide.
Then, he finally stopped retreating,
But the whisk still didn't give up.
So, one person and one whisk began to have a difficult confrontation.
Countless people stared at the field, holding their breath and looking nervous.
I don’t know how long it took, but I just heard a sigh.
Ming Jian, who was crumbling in the field, finally fainted, and then the fly whisk lost its power and fell to the ground helplessly.
it's over.
...
Master Dao Xin said: "In the first game, Zhang Jian wins at Zuowangfeng."
Except for some cheers from the disciples sitting on Wangfeng Peak, there was no other sound in the field, and many people even felt it was a pity.
Zhang Jian's face no longer had the previous arrogance. Thinking of the battle just now, he actually felt like he was surviving a disaster.
Several disciples from Yanfa Hall hurriedly came out and lifted Mingjian off the high platform.
Master Daoxuan had an expressionless face, and with a wave of his hand, a green pill fell into Zhang Jian's hand, and the latter hurriedly took it.
Huiyuan Dan is a very rare high-grade elixir in the Taoist sect, which can quickly restore a practitioner's spiritual power.
Daoxuan Zhenren naturally had a reason for giving out this kind of elixir.
Although Daozong has designated four disciples with outstanding talents and the strongest combat power to participate in this competition, if there is a disciple in the audience who challenges one of the four and wins, he will naturally get that person's place.
As a practitioner, you can never get everything safely.
Every Dao Sect disciple has the opportunity to participate in the challenge, and it is a fair selection.
Master Daoxuan glanced at everyone and said calmly: "Is there anyone coming forward to challenge?"
Fan Weimin knocked the ashes from the pipe in his hand and said, "Okay, I'll give him a good beating for Junior Brother Mingjian."
He took one step forward, then suddenly stopped, his face full of astonishment.
At some point another figure appeared in the field.
Ye Zhiqiu stood on the high platform and said loudly: "Ye Zhiqiu, a disciple of Qinglu Hall, please give me some advice."
He stood among the crowd of Qinglu Hall disciples from beginning to end, and no one noticed when he appeared there.
Countless people looked at the field in astonishment.
Although Ye Zhiqiu has shown his talents over the years, after all, he has only just started, so how can he be Zhang Jian's opponent?
The most surprising thing is that Qingludian and Zuowangfeng are not close friends?
Chen Jianzhi came to Ye Zhiqiu's side in an instant and said in a deep voice: "Nonsense, you are now a disciple of Qinglu Hall, don't do anything wrong."
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and said calmly: "I just followed my heart."
"Do you think I don't know? Do you think Shen Yu stood up for the three of you and destroyed Zhang Zhi's spiritual treasure, so you think you owe him a favor?"
Chen Jianzhi said coldly: "But don't forget your identity, and you are not Zhang Jian's opponent at all. What you do is purely humiliating yourself. If you don't draw a line with Shen Yu, then you will be in trouble in the future."
How should I behave in Qinglu Palace?"
Chen Jianzhi increased his tone and continued: "Isn't the road to the great road inferior to that little kindness?"
Ye Zhiqiu was like a wake-up call, his face was complicated and his eyes were confused.
"What a nonsense, why don't you come down yet."
Master Daochen scolded.
Ye Zhiqiu felt a majestic gaze and subconsciously turned around to see that it was his master Xun Ju.
"You're still a little behind, come down."
Xun Ju's expression was calm and his tone was gentle, but Ye Zhiqiu felt an endless pressure.
Ye Zhiqiu clenched his fists and wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't. In the end, he had to lower his head slightly and stand stubbornly in the field.
Everyone was extremely surprised that the master of Qinglu Hall actually spoke out in person, and what was even more surprising was that Ye Zhiqiu did not obey his master's orders.
There was a sudden silence in the field, everyone was waiting for something to happen.
Master Daoxuan just watched this scene quietly and did not urge him.
"Go down."
Suddenly, a calm voice sounded beside Ye Zhiqiu.
Ye Zhiqiu said subconsciously: "No..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look, and then opened his mouth wide with disbelief on his face.
Countless elders and disciples in the audience had the same expression as him.
"You're still a little behind now."
The man patted his shoulder and said calmly: "I'll do it." This chapter has been completed!