As soon as Xiao Sinji came back, he was assigned to fight, which made him feel very excited.
Ye Xingchen was not interested at all and was going to take a bath.
"Xingchen." Jun Changxiao shouted: "You are going to fight in the fourth game. Let me see how much your strength has improved after this outdoor experience."
hateful!
You actually let me fight with a little brat!
Although he was not happy, he still stopped and looked at the Nebula Sect disciples, with strong disdain coming from a Martial Emperor in his eyes.
Song Cai glanced at the two of them and said calmly: "Master Jun, your two disciples look tired at first sight. Isn't it a bit too casual to send them on the field?"
"It's very casual to begin with." Jun Chang said with a smile.
This tone, this meaning.
It seems like they don’t take the Nebula Sect seriously at all.
"You..." Song Cai suppressed his anger and said calmly: "If Master Jun doesn't feel that our Nebula Sect intends to bully others, we can let them go to war."
Hahaha.
It must be something you want.
…
Xiao Sinji didn't even change into his school uniform. He dragged his dirty body and stood on the martial arts field. He cupped his hands and said, "Xiao Sinji."
The Xingyun Sect disciple who went out to fight looked him over and said, "So you are the champion of the sect competition."
Then, he raised his hands with disdain and said, "Zhang Ye."
In his opinion, such a guy with no pulse is really lucky to win the championship. If he competes, he will definitely beat him into a dog.
Not to mention, during the sect competition, with Xiao Sinji’s strength, facing a fourth-grade warrior might be really tragic.
But now...
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After the fight started, a disciple of the Xingyun Sect named Zhang Ye was so violently strengthened and beaten by Xiao Sinji that he was spinning around in the martial arts arena.
At this time, if you turn on the stereo and play a song about meowing cats, it will be very suitable for the occasion.
"Plop!"
Zhang Ye spun around for a while, foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.
As for the proud and disdainful expression just now, it is destined to be replaced by a dead fish face for a long time, because it has created a psychological shadow.
"Ding! The disciple brutally tortured the Nebula Sect disciple 3/5."
"Not bad, not bad."
Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction: "After some practice, the improvement is very significant."
After dealing with his opponent, Xiao Sinji walked out of the martial arts arena and said, "Master, I'm going to take a shower."
"Go, go." Jun Chang smiled.
Song Cai was dumbfounded.
The disciples who went into battle were fourth-level martial arts disciples. Judging from the explosive aura, the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect were only at the sixth stage of their pulse!
Xiao Sinji's cultivation level is weak, but since he opened his meridians and was able to gather spiritual power in his body, combined with his highly tempered physical body, his combat effectiveness has definitely skyrocketed.
Fourth grade warrior.
Sorry, they are just sandbags for beating.
After losing three out of five games, the Nebula Faction, which came to play under the orders of leader Qin this time, has lost face to the Iron Bone Faction.
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Elder Song, do you still want to spar?"
"Discuss!" Song Cai said solemnly.
If you lose, you have already lost, but if you win the next two games and play two to three, you can gain some face!
"Xingchen, come on." Jun Chang said with a smile.
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly, walked onto the martial arts arena, pointed at the fifth-level warrior who was supposed to appear last, and said with disdain: "You, come up here."
Just choose the strongest one, Brother Chen is very social.
The alleged Xingyun Sect disciple glanced at Song Cai, and after receiving the instruction, he walked onto the martial arts arena and looked at Ye Xingchen with strong disdain in his eyes.
He is the strongest among the five disciples brought by Song Cai. He was able to break through to the fifth level of martial arts before he was twenty years old. He is indeed qualified to despise others.
but.
It was okay for him to despise Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi, but what he despised was Ye Di, one of the top ten martial emperors!
This is a big problem!
Ye Xingchen, who was not interested in fighting between brats, saw his eyes full of contempt and disdain, and his whole face suddenly darkened.
He clenched his fists and said in a cold voice: "Boy, I will make you suffer."
"Bang!"
The disciple of the Nebula Sect bent his arms, clenched his fists, and the air wave roared out, instantly tearing his shirt open and exposing his colorful tattoos. He was extremely fierce.
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: "If you don't burst your pants, it's a bad review. If you don't get a Peppa Pig tattoo, it's a bad review."
"Tsk." Ye Xingchen dismissed it.
Song Cai said calmly: "Master Jun, this disciple of mine is proficient in thirty-two sword techniques. I wonder if we can use weapons when we are sparring?"
"Okay." Jun Chang smiled.
Ye Xingchen's mouth twitched.
Facing a fifth-level warrior with a weapon, why... you have to give me a weapon to fight, right?
pity.
Jun Changxiao had no intention of giving him a weapon. Instead, he clasped his fingers and said, "I am a disciple who is good at the seventy-two methods of grappling. I always fight against the enemy with my bare hands."
The expression on Ye Xingchen's face suddenly became wonderful.
A disciple of the Nebula Sect waved his hand and summoned his sword from the space ring.
The knife is not long, similar to a watermelon knife, but the blade sparkles and looks very sharp!
"Liu Kunlong." He gave his name.
Ye Xingchen did not report his name, but thought about how he could deal with a fifth-level warrior with weapons with his bare hands.
"Brush! Brush! Brush!"
At this moment, Liu Kunlong swung his sword, and the shadow of the sword filled his body. Then he raised the sword with one hand in the shape of a golden rooster.
As expected, he is proficient in thirty-two methods of swordsmanship and is quite professional!
"good!"
Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and applauded.
"Bah bang bang!"
The disciples behind him also clapped, as if they were watching the guy perform a knife show.
Liu Kunlong said calmly: "If you don't sign up, then I will take action."
"Trash." Ye Xingchen said lightly.
"Brush!" At this moment, Liu Kunlong took a step forward and waved the machete wildly in his hand, instantly creating dense shadows of the knife, which looked very intimidating.
Ye Xingchen stepped back step by step, avoiding the sweeping sword intent, and at the same time looking for the opponent's weaknesses.
His spiritual roots and cultivation reached level 12, making him more in tune with his body. Not only can he catch the shadow of a knife, but he can also avoid it in advance.
However, once the opponent's thirty-two-way sword technique is launched, it will not only form an attack force, but also protect the body airtight. It is difficult to find a loophole to counterattack.
"Brush! Brush!"
Liu Kunlong's sword speed accelerated, and the sword shadow appeared more!
Ye Xingchen realized that if he couldn't solve it as soon as possible, once he formed a dragnet-like offensive, he would have no choice but to be passively attacked.
hateful!
A mere fifth-grade warrior leaves this emperor helpless?
The anger in Ye Xingchen's body rose, and the little bit of domineering energy he had just recovered burst out instantly.
"Hoo ho!"
The breath spreads invisibly.
Liu Kunlong, who was using his sword skills, was enveloped by it and suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with fear.
At that moment, his soul seemed to have fallen into hell, his mind endured endless torture, his hand softened, and the machete he held fell to the ground with a clang.
This aura of fear coming from Emperor Wu's oppression only passed away in a flash. When Liu Kunlong came back to his senses, he realized that he had dropped the knife and was about to pick it up. However, he saw that Ye Xingchen had already raised his waist and was holding the machete in his hand!
"Boy."
Ye Di said coldly: "You can't hold a knife, how dare you play with swordsmanship in front of me?"
"brush!"
As he spoke, the knife struck him with a swipe.
"Puchchi——"
Liu Kunlong's chest was directly scratched with a deep and long knife mark, and blood spurted out.
"You..." His face turned ferocious.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward and said coldly: "Today I will let you know that the knife is for cutting people, not for juggling."
"brush!"
The knife slashed again, blood splattered.
Liu Kunlong had another knife mark on his chest, endured the severe pain and hurriedly turned around and ran away.
Ye Xingchen stalked after him, raising his knife and dropping it!
"Puch! Plop!"
One sword, two swords, three swords...
Poor Liu Kunlong, his equipment fell, but Ye Xingchen picked it up and slashed him back, and finally collapsed on the ground covered in blood.