The deacon on the stage was thrusting when he heard this. The monks who came to Jiuquan Peak generally had no family background, no strength, narrow vision, simple mind, and really dared to say it!
Not to mention An Pingsheng's strength, just by relying on the shot just now, he has already reached the top ten in the preliminary round!
Cheng Hong is among the best in Jiuquan Peak, but he is just as close as the one who follows the Duan and the other.
An Pingsheng could cut off Congheng with one shot. Even if Cheng Hong was prepared for a long time, he could only hold on to two moves under his hands!
At this time, Cheng Hong looked at the monk in black under the stage quietly. Seeing that the junior brother nodded slightly to him, he felt relieved.
"Start!" The deacon calmed down and shouted in a deep voice.
Cheng Hong bowed to An Pingsheng: "Junior Brother An, please give me advice!"
As he said that, he rushed towards An Pingsheng first!
An Pingsheng did not dare to neglect at all. Although he had made a private agreement with the other party, who would know if the other party would collect money and not do anything in this underworld sect?
Or just deceive yourself.
He pulled out his silver spear and slashed it out!
Before the gun energy could touch Cheng Hong's corner, Cheng Hong suddenly stopped, flew backwards, flew straight out of the ring, and fell heavily into the crowd!
"Junior Brother An is good at shooting skills, I am ashamed of myself!" Cheng Hong shouted, blood stains appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in shock.
The monk in black rushed out of the crowd quickly and helped Cheng Hong to run.
Several other companions waved a thick stack of bills and headed straight to Niu Ke: "Pay money and pay for it! Senior Brother Cheng Hong lost, pay for it quickly!"
A set of movements is smooth and skillful, as if he has been rehearsed many times.
An Pingsheng couldn't help but be stunned. Is this guy really here?
This is too fake. If you act so fake, are you treating everyone else as stupid?
"A twelve victories." The deacon announced without expression.
After An Pingsheng stepped down, he went to find the Niu Dui Lingshi and happened to meet the monk in black. The other party smiled friendly at him.
After dividing the spirit stone, An Pingsheng noticed that Cheng Hong was looking out of the crowd.
He thought about it and walked over.
"Junior Brother An, congratulations." Cheng Hong smiled slightly and bowed his hand when he saw An Pingsheng approaching.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist Cheng." An Pingsheng returned the favor indifferently, and then tentatively said, "I wonder what is your sect in this situation just now?"
"Junior Brother An, don't worry." Cheng Hong said indifferently, "I had already said at the beginning of the Fuxian Competition, and I couldn't help but have any means! Spirit stone is also a kind of means."
An Pingsheng thought to himself: "I understand, thank you for being a fellow Taoist."
This Taixu Sect is not as old-fashioned as he imagined, but is quite open-minded.
That's true, after all, money can make the devil push the mill.
The ability to make money is also a kind of ability.
Soon, the preliminary competition at Jiuquan Peak came to an end.
Some monks used magic to transmit the sound of the whole peak, and ordered all the three-win monks to go to the Arc ring to gather.
An Pingsheng arrived quickly and saw an old man with white hair and beard standing on the ring with his hands behind his back, with a strong aura.
He had never seen this person before, but after hearing the deacon beside him whispered, the other party stared at An Pingsheng for a few more glances, but his expression was plain and he couldn't tell the thoughts.
After a moment, all the three-win monks arrived, totaling sixteen.
The rings of the character A are An Pingsheng, A Eighth of Qi training, A XXIII of Qi training, and A XXIII of Qi training, and A XIII of Qi training; the rings of the character B are B XI of Qi training, and A XIII of Qi training.
B9, B11 of the eighth level of Qi training, B27 of the ninth level of Qi training; C arena is C3 of the eighth level of Qi training, C10 of the eighth level of Qi training, and C2 of the ninth level of Qi training
Eleven, the ninth level of Qi training, the three victories in the T-shaped arena are all eighth level of Qi training, namely Ding Er, Ding Shi San, Ding Er and Ding Santie.
Among the sixteen people, there are only three monks at the ninth level of Qi training. In comparison, Duan Congheng and Cheng Hong were eliminated, it was a bit unlucky, but in this preliminary competition, luck is also strong.
A sort of.
Moreover, the disciples of the Taixu Sect account for nearly half of them.
After all the people, the old man on the ring said indifferently: "I am so proud that I am the elder of Jiuquan Peak. I am responsible for this outer gate competition Jiuquan Peak preliminary competition."
An Pingsheng's heart suddenly jumped, empty shining?!
The surname is Kong?!
"I've seen Elder Kong!"
At this time, everyone bowed and bowed.
An Pingsheng looked shocked and suspicious, bent down like a fisherman in troubled waters, not knowing what the relationship between Kongzhao and Kong family was.
There is nothing like this coincidence in the world!
Kong Zhao watched the heads of the people below and glanced at An Pingsheng.
It should be that boy. Kong Zhao turned his mind and looked back, and said slowly: "The preliminary competition of Jiuquan Peak has ended, you are all rare talented and beautiful jade. Next, what you have to face is the entire southern mountain peak.
Selection.”
"There are 81 peaks in the southern region, and they are selected on the Taishan Peak, the main peak of the southern region."
"Considering that some people have suffered some losses in the preliminary round, three days later, if you gather here, I will take you to Taishan Peak in person to participate in the selection."
"Okay, this is the reward for your first-time win."
After speaking, Kong Zhao brushed his robe sleeves and a piece of spirit stone suddenly sprinkled out. He was held invisible hands and floated neatly in front of the sixteen monks. Each of them was neither too much nor too little, but just a thousand low-grade spirit stones
.
An Pingsheng did not dare to take action immediately. After seeing the others respectfully thanked each other, he accepted it. Then he carefully wrapped the spirit stone with his spiritual power and placed it in a spare storage bag.
Very cautious!
Kongzhao looked down from a high point and saw this scene clearly. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and soon she flicked her sleeves again and disappeared from the spot.