Muchen was watching with interest when a sharp voice came from behind him.
"You are really interested. If I were you, I wouldn't come to the game today."
Muchen turned around and saw that he was an immortal cultivator in an emerald green robe, with a piece of dead wood sewn on his sleeve. He seemed to be a disciple of the Dead Wood Sect.
"Oh, are you number 364?"
Muchen ignored the other party's taunting, and instead asked the other party's serial number very calmly.
This man was immediately angered by Muchen Yun's calm attitude. In his opinion, a sect disciple from a mere third-level force was not worthy of carrying his shoes!
How dare you talk to him like this?
"You are such a coward! I am in a good mood today, so let me tell you, once you get on stage you will admit defeat and there will still be a chance of survival!"
This man's eyes showed a fierce look, thinking that Muchen would kneel down and beg for mercy.
Muchen nodded and said to himself: "I feel relieved when you say that."
The disciple of the Dead Wood Sect was so angry that he was itching his teeth, but it was strictly forbidden to take action in the Baizhan Sect, so he had no choice but to glare at Muchen and wait for the battle above to end.
He had already made up his mind to kill Muchen later on the stage when he would first break his limbs, crush his throat, and torture him until he could neither survive nor die!
After a quarter of an hour, the battle above finally ended. One of them had insufficient spiritual energy and was the first to admit defeat.
Muchen and the disciples of the Dead Wood Sect walked onto the ring, and the Golden Elixir deacon supervising the battle said to the two:
"You two guys should have heard what the elders in the sect said before you came here, but I still have to say more. It's best to stop this fight, so as not to hurt your life!"
"Even if there is a fate of life and death, and someone falls here, the sect cannot rely on its own strength to suppress him!"
"You are also not allowed to plunder the other party's belongings. The storage bag of the deceased will be returned to his sect."
This was a routine speech before every battle. Muchen nodded to express his understanding, while the disciple of the Deadwood Sect turned around impatiently and walked away to start the fight.
"After the distance of twenty feet between the two sides, the fight began!"
Deacon Jin Dan said expressionlessly, then flew to the corner of the ring and stopped making any sound.
"I hope you can admit defeat faster than my magic weapon!"
The disciple of the Dead Wood Sect said coldly.
Muchen retreated while calculating the distance between the two.
When the distance between the two sides reached twenty feet, the disciple of the Dead Wood Sect immediately called out a flag-like magic weapon and waved it towards Muchen.
Muchen did not move, but rubbed his hands together, and red spiritual patterns appeared on his body.
The disciples of the Deadwood Sect had just used their flags to blow out two wind blades when they saw a red line of fire approaching.
The high temperature in the flames was terrifying and abnormal. Just by touching it, his hair already had a burning smell.
"No……"
The disciple of the Withered Wood Sect felt something was not right. Just as he was about to shout something bad, the line of fire pierced his eyebrows.
Boom!
The corpse of the disciple of the Dead Wood Sect fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.
"this!"
Deacon Jin Danqi, who was supervising the battle on the side, was dumbfounded. His unruffled face suddenly spread, and his facial features almost jumped out.
"Senior, can you count me as the winner?"
Muchen asked the deacon. Only then did the golden elixir-level deacon react and his expression returned to normal, but his eyes were still full of shock.
"Okay... you give me your sequence token, and I will add the winning mark to you."
Muchen handed the token to the deacon, who muttered something, and Muchen's token immediately changed color and turned green.
This means he has passed the first round.
Muchen tossed the token, whistled, and walked off the stage leisurely.
And ten arenas away, there were thousands of people watching the game.
Because there are ten competitions going on at the same time, everyone's attention will be focused on some of the more famous disciples.
Some people saw this fight and immediately exclaimed.
"He actually killed his opponent in one breath! Which sect is this disciple from?"
Muchen's performance quickly triggered waves of discussions among viewers.
"It seems that his opponent is very weak! Wait, isn't the person lying on the ground from the Deadwood Sect? He died just like that!"
"I saw it with my own eyes. This man used a magical power of fire at such a high speed that the disciple of the Deadwood Sect was killed without even releasing his spiritual shield!"
"Hmph, these first-class disciples are too careless. It's taboo to underestimate the enemy."
"But the strength of this winner cannot be underestimated."
Naturally, there were also people from the Deadwood Sect who were watching, and they immediately became furious. However, there is an unwritten rule in the sect competition, that is, under the arena, there is no way to seek revenge.
Therefore, no matter how angry the Deadwood Sect was, they had no choice but to watch Muchen leave leisurely like this.
And under careful investigation, someone soon followed Muchen's serial number and found out his name and sect.
Muchen's name immediately spread among the sect. Some said that his victory was due to the opponent's underestimation of the enemy, while others said that it was because of Muchen's superior strength. There are two theories.
But no matter which theory they say, the contestants all have one thing in mind. Next time they face this guy named Muchen, they must not be careless!
…
Muchen was participating in the sect competition, and something big or small happened in the Dragon Kingdom.
They discovered another incredible talent!
Yin and yang with different pupils!
The person who possesses this talent is a girl who often suffered from splitting headaches when she was a child, and she always fainted for no apparent reason.
Her family applied for her to go to a secret sanatorium for treatment. Unexpectedly, as soon as the girl came into contact with spiritual energy, her whole person immediately changed. Not only did her headache disappear, but she was also able to absorb spiritual energy continuously, and the color of her pupils was even brighter.
Changed, one golden, one gray.
This phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of the Secret Realm Base. After bringing it back to test the talent, they were immediately surprised to find that the girl was the most gifted Yin-Yang Eye in cultivating spiritual consciousness.
The girl instantly became a cultivator and was recruited by the base.
The girl was often ridiculed and discriminated against by her peers because of this disease, but she never thought that it was caused by her talent.
Her family is also very happy. The cultivators are now among the best. Not only can the girl embark on the path of cultivating immortals, but her poor family situation can also be improved.
The Xuantian Soul-Slaying Technique that no one had been able to practice before was directly given to the girl. The girl was also very good at it. She reached the third level in less than two days. Although her cultivation was only at the Qi Refining Stage, her spiritual consciousness was different from that of the Qi Refining Stage.
The monks at the peak of their Qi period are quite similar.
Not only that, the girl's yin and yang eyes also gave her some other abilities after absorbing the spiritual energy and awakening.