It was nearly noon, the sun was scorching, and it was early summer. Although the temperature at this time was not hot, the crowds were bustling, and it was hard to breathe even if they were crowded among them. The only thing to blame was the weather.
Nearly one-fifth of the people in Bibo City gathered here, looking with burning eyes at Wangxiantai, which was twenty or thirty meters above the ground. After a clean and tidy battle, the four of them finally stood on Wangxiantai.
In the corner, there is still some distance from the center of the venue, and the onlookers can barely see the outlines of a few people. The situation of the battle has to be heard from the people in front.
"Hey, Mr. Muyuan from Shuicheng was really a good practitioner that day. Among the four people, he was the fastest to climb to the Wangxian Terrace. In my opinion, he should be the one who finally wins the championship!"
One person wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted loudly. He was the first to see the scene of Muyuan clearing the place alone. He was really shocked by Muyuan's strength. Although he didn't understand the way of cultivation, Muyuan almost used the pressure of his own strength.
He wiped out everyone in an instant, which is enough to show his strength.
As for the others, they have all been fighting for a while, and their strength must be half that of Mu Yuan.
Another person struggled to squeeze to the front, heard the big man's discussion, and laughed:
"Humph, he is just a young master from a second-rate family. Fan Yi of my Fan family has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Now his strength cannot be underestimated. There is no way that Mu Yuan can match it. Let me see, Fan Yi will be the final winner.
Climb to Nawangsendai."
Obviously, this person was born in the Fan family, but he didn't seem to be powerful, maybe he was just a side branch.
The two began to argue. One said that Mu Yuan was stronger than Fan Yi, and the other said that Fan Yi had a higher background than Mu Yuan. They couldn't come to a conclusion, so they almost got into a fight on the spot, which made the others extremely angry and started talking.
They looked at the two people with wide eyes, but instead of restraining themselves, the two people regarded the people next to them as their supporters. They spitted at each other and started greeting each other nonstop.
"Shut up, you two! Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young man from the third Taoist altar is the hidden dark horse. You may not have seen it, but I have personally seen him talking to the elder of Xuanzong. At that time
I gave this young man a Xuanzong Order made of gold and silver. Doesn’t this explain the problem?"
One person suddenly retorted, and as soon as he said this, the crowd was in an uproar:
"I have heard about this person. It turns out he is the young man who won the third Taoist altar. It seems that the probability that he will eventually ascend to Wangxian Terrace is higher..."
"That's right, Elder Xuanzong is a figure who usually sees the beginning and end of the dragon. How can he come here for an ordinary young man? He must have hidden strength, so the result is already obvious..."
Discussions began among the crowd, everyone was talking about which of the three was stronger, but they all ignored the man in black at the fourth altar. It was not unreasonable for him to stand at the end.
It's just that everyone doesn't know the identity of this person for the time being, so they dare not draw any inferences. At present, it seems that the majority of people think that Muyuan can win the final battle.
"Look! That Wangxiantai is moving!"
Visible to the naked eye, the Wangxian Platform in the distance has begun to change. Its height is slowly decreasing, getting closer and closer to the ground, and its area is also constantly expanding, eventually forming a giant arena with a diameter of about 20 meters, which is just in the way.
In front of the people sitting in the first row
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forward.
Shen Cang smiled and slowly fell from the sky, landing on the arena formed by Wangxian Terrace. With a wave of his hand, the four people in the four corners felt a huge force pushing them forward. This force was extremely powerful. , even resisting with internal strength was of no avail. The next second, the four of them arrived at the center of the ring.
With a slight snap of his fingers, the confinement around the four people was lifted. The four people looked at Shen Cang with a little more awe. Judging from the feelings at that moment, Shen Cang's strength had already exceeded theirs. cognitive scope.
"Haha, the four winners of the first round, this does not mean that you have reached the Sendai. If you want to stay here, you still need to go through the final battle."
Shen Cang explained in detail.
"Your strengths must be almost the same. If you want to win, you have to rely on your true skills. You can also choose a weapon here. If you can stay on this Wangxian Terrace in the end, this weapon will be yours."
After saying that, Shen Cang waved his hand, and the figures of the men in black holding mid-to-high-grade weapons flashed out one after another. The next second, they stood behind Shen Cang. The weapons in his hands were of all kinds and dizzying. Mu Yuan said coldly at first :
"No, I don't need weapons to deal with these people."
The smell of gunpowder in the air was extremely strong. Except for Xiang Luoxi, a simple-minded being, the other two people cast away their unkind glances. Fan Yi sneered and said:
"Don't talk nonsense and flash your tongue. So what if your foundation is strong? Don't forget, you just opened up two channels in your body. If you want to challenge yourself, do you have the strength?"
Muyuan smiled and said nothing, ignoring Fan Yi's questioning. He glanced at Fan Yi casually, and then looked at Fan Ziyu outside the court. That was the strength that could be considered his opponent.
"If Fan Ziyu were standing here, he would still be qualified to say these words, but you are not worthy yet."
The word "unworthy" was particularly harsh. Fan Yi was so angry that his face turned livid. This Mu Yuan was not only powerful, but also so vicious with his tongue. What he hated most was that others compared him with Fan Ziyu. He was shrouded in Fan Ziyu's light. He practiced silently in order to one day be able to break Fan Ziyu's reputation, but Muyuan's words clearly touched his taboo.
Fan Yi took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality. No matter what, he would make Mu Yuan pay the price for his words. He had already silently written it down.
Looking at the various weapons in the hands of the group of black-robed men behind Shen Cang, Fan Yi strolled forward and randomly selected a Fangtian Painted Halberd. The handle of the Fangtian Painted Halberd was made of black steel and was extremely hard and long. About five feet, it was engraved with unicorn patterns, and the head was double-edged. Fan Yi held it in one hand, but its weight was not as heavy as imagined.
Black steel is forged from a rock called black spar in the ground. Its hardness is far higher than that of ordinary rocks. Forging this black steel is also a big test for the forger. However, its weight is not that of ordinary rocks, so it is An excellent material for forging weapons, the head of Fang Tian's painted halberd is the heaviest part. Holding it in his hand, Fan Yi felt a clear connection with it.
Since the skills practiced by Mu Yuan are known for their dominance, Fan Yi's idea of confrontation is to use force to defeat force. Fang Tian's painted halberd is very handy, so he can use Mu Yuan to test its power.
Shen Cang looked at Fang Tian's painted halberd in Fan Yi's hand with a smile and said with a smile:
"I have good vision. My Fang Tian painted halberd is called Zhan.
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The head of the soul is made of Jinxuan Iron. It would take a period of time for an ordinary internal strength master to break the Jinxuan Iron. If it were of a higher quality, this fighting spirit would be comparable to the best weapons. "
Hearing Shen Cang's words, Fan Yi instantly felt that he had picked up a treasure. Although the weapons in front of him were of various types and were all of medium and high grade, they were still divided into high and low grades. The power of this fighting spirit was not location, but after hearing Shen Cang’s introduction, Fan Yi couldn’t put it down instantly.
Seeing that Fan Yi had chosen his favorite weapon, Mu Yuan sneered and didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Xiang Luoxi and Xiang Luoxi. How would they choose?
In fact, Mu Yuandi's eyes have always been on the man in black, and he can only feel a vague sense of threat from him. This is the same feeling as facing Fan Ziyu. This man's strength should not be underestimated, but it seems that There is no need for these weapons.
Xiang Luoxi walked forward with great interest, observed these weapons from beginning to end, curled his lips, and found that there was nothing he could take a liking to at a glance. At this moment, Xiang Luoxi thought of how Zhou Changsheng once had a long life. He nodded silently and chose the only long sword among them.
Seeing Xiang Luoxi choose the white long sword, Shen Cang frowned slightly and said slowly:
"This long sword is called Qing Yao. It was made by the blacksmith of our Bibo Chamber of Commerce. Its material is made of mithril. Logically speaking, it can reach the level of the best weapon. However, during the forging, the blacksmith joined An unknown piece of metal. Even our blacksmith couldn't recognize that piece of metal, but it was extremely tough. I thought it would bring the Qing Yao Sword to a higher level, but unexpectedly something happened, and the sword made of mithril could no longer function. Without its own strength, it has fallen to the level of a mid-to-high-grade weapon."
It can be said that the Qingyao Sword in Xiang Luoxi's hand is undoubtedly a failure, and it is not as good as any other weapon. The four people who can stand on the final stage will definitely be able to shock one side in the future, and he will also If you want to make friends with these people for the Bibo Chamber of Commerce, you naturally need to give them a warning.
Xiang Luoxi's heart is filled with the image of Zhou Changsheng holding a long sword. Since such a powerful venerable would rely on the power of swordsmanship, it can explain the potential of this swordsmanship. Instead of practicing aimlessly, it is better to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. I think this Qingyao Sword is destined to me. I don't believe that weapons will have any big impact on strength. I still have to rely on my own strength!"
Xiang Luoxi laughed, then took the scabbard of the Qing Yao Sword, carefully inserted it into the scabbard, and took a few steps back.
These words made Shen Cang laugh out loud. Yes, the impact of weapons on strength in such a realm is not as huge as imagined. For example, Lin Xiao, who was holding the best weapon, was still beaten by Fan Yi with both hands. defeated?
"Haha, good boy, since you said so, the Qingyao Sword is indeed destined to you, and I hope you can take it away."