"In the first arena, Luo Qing versus Yan Shishi; in the second arena, Zheng Tingyun versus Kuang Wenling..."
Gong Liang drove a group of people to the arena in a boat. The game just started. He quickly took the people to find a place where there was no one to stay.
They arrived too late and all the good places were occupied, so they could only watch the game from a relatively back seat.
Gongliang was tall and tall, and it didn't matter where he looked. The three sisters of the Yan family couldn't see him, so they flew up in the clouds. The round man stood taller than Gong Liang, so he wasn't afraid. Xiao Xiangxiang didn't care if she stepped on the shoulder of the round man.
Worried about not being able to see the game.
Not to mention Mi Gu, sitting directly on Daddy's neck, he doesn't even have to fly by himself.
Although the girl is not very tall, she can still flap her fins and fly up to watch.
This is a hard time for the good friends around it. Some of the big ones are fine, while some of the smaller ones can only watch helplessly. The sound of fighting in the ring can be heard from time to time. This is undoubtedly a kind of torture for them.
kind of torture.
After a moment of silence, Mo Gui suggested: "Gongliang, can you go a little further? We can't even see you."
Gongliang frowned and said, "It's too crowded in front and I can't get through."
Seeing that some of them were too small to see the game, I thought for a moment and took out a few thick tree stumps from the space. "You guys, if you are small, stand on top and watch. Remember to take your things with you when you leave. I can still use these."
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The group of water tribes looked at each other in confusion after hearing Gong Liang's words. They couldn't figure out what use he had for this broken tree stump.
Not to mention anything else, there are countless of these things in the Miaodao Immortal Sect Mountain Forest.
In a word, Gongliang is too stingy, even the broken tree stumps have to be taken back.
But now is not the time to talk about these things. They quickly jumped on the tree stump and watched the game.
Huan Wujing, Mo Siyin, Canfu and others were either with their masters or with their seniors and sisters to watch the competition on the ring. They did not come yesterday because after promotion, their elders had to stay in the house to consolidate their realm.
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Today is the last day of competition for the disciples of Miaodao Xianzong, so you can’t come if you don’t come.
Because today there will be the finals of the elite disciples of the Miaodao Immortal Sect, and some of them may become opponents in the competition between the sects, so it is necessary to come and see the opponent's strength in order to find countermeasures.
Gongliang turned around and looked around, and when he found Huan Wujing and the others, he smiled and nodded to say hello to them.
When Huan Wujing and others saw him, they all stretched out their delicate hands and shook them.
Huan Wujing, Mo Siyin wanted to go down to find him, but he was held tightly by his master and couldn't go anywhere, so he had to give up. Canfu didn't have a master, but Yun Yao held her hand tightly and wouldn't let her go.
, she had no choice but to stay with them.
Gongliang looked around and began to watch the game seriously. Those people above might become his opponents.
Although he kept his strength during the competition and only used the Xuanyuan Halberd to deal with it, leaving many of his trump cards unused, there were still people who had the same idea as him.
If you encounter it, learn more about it and have more ways to deal with it.
"Wenjia, why didn't you participate in the competition?" Someone spoke a few heads away from Gongliang.
The young man named Wenjia looked at the ring and said: "The sect prohibits foreign objects. As you know with my cultivation level, I will definitely not be able to get a good deal face to face, so it is better not to go. If the sect is not so strict, I can make some poison pills."
Come out and throw it into the ring. Whoever goes up and who goes down can compete for some rankings. Now, it's better to stay here to avoid the embarrassment of going up."
"That's a pity."
"No."
Gongliang felt that the voice sounded familiar. He turned around and saw Wenjia, a young man in Confucian clothes whom he had met before entering the Miaodao Immortal Sect.
Wenjia felt something. He turned around and saw that it was Gongliang, so he nodded and said hello.
Gongliang also nodded, and then continued to watch the game. After one round, another round began. He found that in this round of competition, there were two people he knew, one was Ying'er who was holding the rabbit in her arms, and the other was
He is a sword-carrying young man who came to the Miaodao Immortal Sect on a giant turtle.
Gong Liang didn't expect that this soft and soft girl could be among the fifty.
At this point, he is basically an elite disciple of the sect.
On the ring, Ying'er looked at her opponent intently. He was a young man almost as tall and strong as Gongliang, with a huge sword on his back.
The sturdy young man looked at Ying'er, slowly pulled out the giant sword from behind with his right hand, held it in his left hand, and said: "Que Wushang, the name of the sword is Wushang, please enlighten me."
"please."
Ying'er bowed her hands, then drew out her sword and stabbed forward. In an instant, the shadow of the sword split and the human shape transformed, as if countless people were stabbing forward with sharp swords. She had used this move several times in the ring, but unfortunately she couldn't.
People can crack it.
Que Wushang laid his sword on the ground and stared at Ying'er without blinking.
In his opinion, any tricks are worthless in the face of absolute strength. He has also watched Ying'er compete, and he has already prepared countermeasures when encountering her.
Ying'er moved very fast, like a boat blowing along the current, and was in front of her in an instant.
"drink..."
Suddenly, Que Wushang roared loudly, grabbed the giant sword, and swept it forward with the sword. His momentum did not stop, and his body turned with the sword, spinning on the spot like a top, which was exactly the same as the whirlwind created by Gongliang.
Hammers have different approaches but the same effect.
The rotating giant sword was tightly guarded, like an egg without any gaps.
The road ahead was blocked, so Ying'er changed several directions, left, back, and right, but no matter which direction, the guards were as tight as the front, making it impossible to start.
If he were to strike forcefully, with the power of the giant sword, he would probably be knocked away.
You can't win, you can only outwit.
Ying'er looked at Que Wushang, who was constantly spinning, and thought for a moment, not forward, backward, left, or right, but up and down? She didn't believe that this man had no flaws at all. At that moment, she jumped into the air, fell headfirst, and held the sword in both hands.
Que Wushang stabbed away.
Que Wushang didn't seem to notice it, and just relied on the gravity of the giant sword to continue spinning.
In the blink of an eye, the sword arrives.
At this moment, Que Wushang, who was spinning with the sword, swung his sword upwards and hit Ying'er's sword just in time.
Caught off guard, Ying'er's hand holding the sword was numb from the shock, and she paused slightly.
Que Wushang took this opportunity, flew up, and struck down with his giant sword.
When Ying'er saw something bad, she quickly spun to the side and disappeared.
"Well..." Que Wushang saw her suddenly disappearing and quickly returned to the ground, becoming cautious.
In an instant, Ying'er appeared in front, panting and cupping her hands and saying, "I lost." If Que Wushang hadn't been merciful and only used the blade of the sword, she would have been cut into two pieces by the giant sword. Of course, she was not
No reservations, but who here has no reservations?
Seeing her admitting defeat, Que Wushang took back his giant sword and bowed his hand.
"In the third arena, Que Wushang wins." Seeing that the winner was decided, the recording disciple sang out.
They decided the winner so quickly that the sword-carrying boy in the second arena was still confronting others.
Opposite the young man carrying the sword was a young man dressed in mysterious clothes and holding a thunder-patterned bamboo pen.
The talisman made by the thunder pattern bamboo pen is inherently damaged by lightning. If you are not prepared, if you accidentally hit it, it will be like being struck by lightning. As for the size of the damage, it depends on the cultivation level of the person who drew the talisman.
The young man carrying the sword was not completely ignorant of the thunder pattern bamboo pen. When he saw the lightning flashing across the thunder pattern from time to time, his heart shivered slightly, and his right hand slowly reached for the sword behind his back.