The young man in yellow clothes and long trousers walked straight onto the ring with slow steps.
The person he wanted to challenge was actually Wen Dongyang!
Xiang Luoxi was attracted by this sudden challenger. After a closer look, he saw that this person looked familiar. It seemed that this guy was the first one to appear in the assessment a few days ago.
Otherwise, Xiang Luoxi's attention would not have been attracted.
"That's... Jing Qiu from the Southern Territory? He actually wants to challenge Wen Dongyang?"
This Jing Qiuyou has already made a name for himself in the Southern Territory, but he is easy-going and has never caused any trouble. Could it be that Wen Dongyang also had a tangle with him?
The battle between the two was naturally extremely exciting. The first arena was instantly surrounded by people on three levels inside and three outside.
Fortunately, Xiang Luoxi was standing here from the beginning, and his perspective was clear at a glance.
"Hehe...there's a good show to watch..."
Yun Shang said with a smile that he had heard the names of these two people a little bit, and he would not have thought that at this time, the two of them would collide.
"I have heard of your name for a long time, and the elders in the family often compare me with you..."
When Jing Qiu got on the ring, he was not in a hurry to take action, but instead started chatting about family matters.
Wen Dongyang calmly stood up from the throne and walked slowly to Jing Chou.
The four eyes looked at each other, and there was a faint flame of war burning. Wen Dongyang looked calm and replied:
"Everyone has his own merits, so how can we compare? So, are you here to prove yourself?"
At this point, Wen Dongyang's right hand had already grasped the silver spear.
Jing Qiu glanced sideways at the silver-white spear, smiled confidently, and said:
"Yes, although there are many rumors about me in the outside world, they are not recognized by the family. If they can defeat you, I believe they will change their minds..."
Hearing this, Wen Dongyang smiled knowingly and said:
"Then I might as well lose to you directly and save you the effort."
Jing Qiu smiled slightly and replied:
"If you really do this, then you are not Wen Dongyang..."
Hearing this, Wen Dongyang raised his eyebrows and said in surprise:
"I didn't expect that you know me well..."
Jing Qiu nodded and said to himself:
"You are often compared to me, so naturally I am interested in you. Although it is difficult to defeat you, if you don't even have the confidence to challenge, you deserve to be compared!"
Wen Dongyang agreed with these words, nodded and said:
"Yes, then I will be merciful and not delay the subsequent Tianwu Association..."
This was not Wen Dongyang's arrogance, and Jing Chou did not refute his words.
The battle between the two masters attracted the attention of many people, and naturally there was a lot of discussion around them:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... This Jingchou is not a vegetarian, maybe he can really win over Wen Dongyang!"
The person who said these words was immediately besieged by the crowd around him:
"Haha... When you say this, you look down on his title of Silver Spear. I dare to guarantee that in this competition field, there are no more than one person who can rival Wen Dongyang!"
This is not over yet, someone else added:
"Jing Qiu can be considered a number one person, but compared to Wen Dongyang, he is still a little behind..."
The man who was still supporting Jing Qiu before scratched his head and murmured:
"Is this rumored silver gun really so terrifying?"
Big talk is not about words, only actions.
Just watch this battle quietly and you will be able to see clearly the advantages and disadvantages.
Wen Dongyang raised his silver spear, but he was not in a hurry to take action. He just looked at Jing Qiu quietly, as if waiting for his attack.
"This Wen Dongyang is so arrogant that he actually wants to wait for Jing Qiu to take action first?"
One person said angrily.
As soon as these words came out, the people on the side immediately retorted:
"Hmph, what matters in the competition between masters is a fast move. The victory or defeat is often in a split second. Whoever strikes first will be at a disadvantage..."
This sentence gave people some guidance. Both of them were anxious to take action, so they just looked at each other quietly.
This is the time when your character is tested. The other party may take action in the next second. Who can lose his composure first?
Obviously, Wen Dongyang was more patient. Although he held the silver gun in his hand, his body remained motionless, quietly waiting for the enemy move in front of him.
And he finally lost his composure and tapped his toes lightly
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The body jumped up from the ground, and a silver-white long stick with a golden dragon pattern suddenly appeared in his hand. The moment the long stick appeared, a strong wind rushed straight towards Wen Dongyang.
The sharp-eyed people present could tell at a glance that the long stick was a fourth-level spiritual weapon.
The silver spear in Wen Dongyang's hand seemed to be just an ordinary spear, but it was as white as snowflakes, and the reflected light shone brightly.
The stick wind roared, and Jingchou's moves were somewhat restrained. He did not focus on attack, but focused on defense.
He understood that as long as he could resist Wen Dongyang's first shot, his chance of winning would increase from 20% to 30%!
But the next second, Wen Dongyang's pupils shrank slightly, and his whole spirit reached its peak. The silver gun in his hand slowly turned, which seemed to be particularly slow, but it was extremely fast.
The silver spear was like snow, the cold wind was sharp, and the tip of the spear was like a sharp edge, gently pointing in front.
And Jing Qiu's expression suddenly changed drastically!
The people present had no idea what was going on, but they saw Jing Qiu's body flying backwards, flying more than ten meters, and happened to fall on the edge of the ring, almost falling.
Jing Qiu, who fell to the ground, did not lose consciousness. The long stick in his hand had long been thrown aside. He quickly stood up and touched his chest with his hand.
It wasn't pierced, but what was up with that extreme sense of danger before?
Just a second ago, Jing Qiu felt the near-death threat. It was that threat that made him withdraw from the battle.
But when he came back to his senses, Jing Qiu suddenly realized that there were no injuries on his body, not even a wound could be seen.
Is this what Wen Dongyang is capable of...
Jing Qiu's smile was slightly bitter. He had thought about the gap in strength between himself and Wen Dongyang, but he never expected that the gap would be so big.
"Hahaha...I see, compare me with you..."
"Looking at it now, I'm not even qualified to compare with you..."
Jing Qiu's eyes dimmed and he murmured.
At the same time, Wen Dongyang had withdrawn his spear, but instead of returning to his throne, he walked towards Jingchou.
"No."
Wen Dongyang said softly:
"The gap between you and me is not what you see in front of you, you just lack something..."
Jing Qiu raised his eyes and looked at him, Wu Shen asked:
"What?"
"Tenacity."
Wen Dongyang only said these two words, then turned around and walked towards the throne in the ring.
Na Jingqiu was still pondering over the meaning of these two words.
"Been taught a lesson......"
Jing Qiu said to Wen Dongyang's back, then raised his hands and saluted.
No one thought that the battle between these two people would end so hastily.
Xiang Luoxi was dumbfounded. He saw clearly the moment when the two of them clashed. Although Jing Qiu's defense was flawless, the defensive parts were different in strength and weakness.
Wen Dongyang just met each other and found the weak point in Jingqiu's defense, and then shot out.
Not only that, but his marksmanship was also outstanding. Xiang Luoxi asked himself, with his current condition, it might not be easy for him to take his shot.
The moment this person took action, it was like a ferocious beast opening its bloody mouth.
Jing Qiu stepped out of the way and arrived under the ring. Compared to the silence just before the end, he was obviously more confident now.
During the competition with Wen Dongyang, although he was extremely nervous, he did not consume too much of his internal and mental energy. He wanted to use this moment to challenge other arenas.
If the challenge is successful, the winner will get half an hour of rest time. For example, Wen Dongyang, after Jing Qiu failed in the challenge, no one can challenge him within half an hour.
In fact, this rule has no effect on Wen Dongyang, because after Jing Qiu's challenge failed, no one would dare to continue the challenge.
Just after Jing Chou left the ring, the people surrounding the ring dispersed. They had no interest in Wen Dongyang.
There are still fourteen arenas left. Fight for these spots so that you can provoke Wen Dongyang!
As the crowd dispersed, Yun Shang looked at Xiang Luoxi with a smile and said:
"Brother Xiang, as you can see, don't provoke this guy. Aren't there still fourteen arenas..."
Xiang Luoxi nodded, smiled bitterly and said:
"Brother Yunshang, even if you want me to go now, I won't go. Even if I have
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Some confidence, but not arrogance, hahaha..."
The two looked at each other and smiled, then Xiang Luoxi frowned and suddenly said:
"Brother Yunshang, I have something I can ask you."
Yun Shang curled her lips and joked:
"Brother Xiang has already said it, but it doesn't hurt to ask."
Xiang Luoxi just came up with this question, and then said:
"Brother Yunshang will inevitably fight at this Tianwu Conference. What if someone discovers your secret?"
After all, the Blood Ancestor Armor is a treasure that even the Tenth Level Palace covets, let alone the Wanwu Hall?
If the news leaks out, or someone with sharp eyes sees the clues, Yun Shang will face endless troubles.
The most serious situation may be that the elders of Wanwu Hall take action directly to subdue Yun Shang. Facing such a huge force, all Yun Shang's resistance will be in vain.
With something as alluring as the Blood Ancestor Armor, those old guys might actually be able to lose face and deal with Yun Shang!
There are no absolute rules, only fickle interests.
Listening to Xiang Luoxi's doubts, Yun Shang smiled slightly. He had already considered this issue, otherwise, he would not be here.
I saw Yun Shang slowly raising his right hand. On that wrist, in addition to the Tianwu mark, there was also a bright red blood drop-shaped mark.
"Brother Xiang, there is no need to worry. Although I cannot peel off the Blood Ancestor Armor from my body, I can still suppress their power..."
"I have sealed all the power of the armor here. As long as the blood is stripped away, others will not be able to see any clues..."
Xiang Luoxi nodded. In his impression, Yun Shang was not reckless. He would be prepared before doing anything. But he was overly worried.
"I see. This is why Brother Yunshang can be so calm."
Xiang Luoxi said with a smile.
Yun Shang on the side took a few steps forward, then looked back at Xiang Luoxi and said softly:
"Brother Xiang, this opening will last for two days. It is better to learn more about the opponent's strength at this time. If we can get the third-level spiritual weapon, it will be an unexpected gain.
After hearing this, Xiang Luoxi smiled knowingly and said:
"That's natural. Since you're given such an opportunity, you must seize it. It's not bad to be able to compete with so many people..."
The two then left separately to find their opponents.
As it approached noon, the sun was a bit fierce, but it had no impact on these martial arts cultivators, and the battle continued.
There are a total of fifteen arenas, all of which have been occupied by people. However, apart from the arena where Wen Dongyang is sitting, there are several other arenas, and there are not even onlookers on the side.
On the seventh stage, there was a young girl sitting, closing her eyes and concentrating, not knowing what she was thinking.
She didn't seem to be under any pressure. The two people who came to challenge earlier had already been thrown off the stage by her.
"She is...Gong Nanfeng?"
One person said in shock.
Xiang Luoxi happened to walk next to this person, looked at his surprised expression, and asked in confusion:
"Brother, who is Gong Nanfeng you are talking about? Is he very powerful?"
As soon as he said this, the man looked at Xiang Luoxi with a strange look, as if he didn't believe that he was so ignorant.
But looking at Xiang Luoxi's pure and flawless eyes, it seemed that she really didn't know.
"You don't even know Gong Nanfeng, and you still come to participate in this Tianwu Association?"
The man asked in surprise.
Xiang Luoxi scratched his head and said awkwardly:
"Master took me to practice in the mountains. I have not been in the world for many years, so these names are naturally unfamiliar to me..."
As soon as he said this, the man no longer had any doubts. He chuckled and said:
"Hey...so that's what happened, then it's normal that you don't know who Gong Nanfeng is."
Having said this, the man gestured to the girl on the seventh ring and whispered:
"No, that woman is Gong Nanfeng. After she stepped into the ring, only two people challenged her, but the outcome was obvious. They were all thrown down by Gong Nanfeng..."
Gong Nanfeng wore black hair, neatly tied up, with green hairpins, and a light blue dress, making her look like a fairy.
Xiang Luoxi pursed her lips and said secretly:
"Sure enough, there are women like this in any era. Gong Nanfeng's beauty almost catches up with Lin Shuang and the others..."
Sure enough, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, this saying still makes sense...