"I've heard of this person. He is the first disciple of the third master of Xingluo Palace. It is said that his strength is very impressive among the younger generation of Xingluo Palace. He is an absolute candidate for the top five!"
"No wonder! With such great skills, it seems that this battle is worth fighting."
Those who are watching the excitement are all excited and pointing at every word you and I say.
Qin Wushuang secretly observed the two figures on the stage going back and forth, already fighting. Although this man in a red turban had a strange appearance, his skills were really good, and he and Zhao Muzhi were instantly better off.
According to Qin Wushuang, this person should be one of the top core disciples in the Tianji Sect. Otherwise, he would never have the ability to compete with Zhao Muzhi.
"Hehe, Senior Brother Shi Feilan is not a vegetarian. He is indeed one of the top five core disciples of Tianji Sect. How can Zhao Muzhi be able to withstand Senior Brother Shi?"
"Well, in this Eastern Three Kingdoms exchange competition, our Tianji Sect will definitely be ranked first! The Great Luo Empire will only be at the bottom when our Tianchi Empire participates in the exchange competition, haha."
With these people talking like this, there is no doubt that they must be from the Tianchi Empire. Qin Wushuang is curious now. Is this arena here to recruit experts to hunt down Shang Ye? Or is it basically to the Danyang Empire and the Daluo Empire?
Demonstration?
Build the plank road openly, but use it secretly?
When Qin Wushuang was thinking about it, the two people on the stage were already fighting more and more fiercely. Zhao Mu looked elegant on the outside, but in his heart he was actually quite arrogant and very fierce. At this time, there was a rage in his heart, and he fought even harder, with two judge pens flying.
, like a silver snake dancing on a mountain, the sky is filled with the excitement of his pen.
Although Shi Feilan was also very impressive, seeing Zhao Muzhi's crazy fighting style, he was somewhat unexpected. His momentum was immediately taken over by Zhao Muzhi, and he was really at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
call!
Every stroke of Zhao Muzhi's Judge's Pen carried powerful hidden power, never leaving the opponent's vital points. Even though Shi Feilan was powerful, the advantage was taken away by Zhao Muzhi, and he really had no time to counterattack for a while.
Zhao Muzhi uses two weapons and attacks very frequently. His attacks are basically known for being fast, accurate, and ruthless. Therefore, once Zhao Muzhi has the upper hand, it will be very difficult to win the battle.
Since the battle at Bifu Mountain, Zhao Muzhi has been working hard to improve himself, and his cultivation has improved a lot compared to half a year ago. Therefore, a pair of judge pens can really be called the pen of the dragon god, and his imagination is unconstrained.
One after another, like bullets fired from an automatic rifle, they kept coming.
Shi Feilan retreated once, then retreated again...
There was no way to retreat, and he had already fallen to the edge of the ring. Zhao Muzhi did not allow him a chance to breathe, and continued to follow up. The judge rushed forward like a double dragon playing with a pearl.
Poof!
A surge of spiritual power shot onto Shi Feilan's shoulder.
"puff!"
Blood splashed, and Shi Feilan's body fell backwards. At this moment, a white shadow suddenly shot out from the curtain, catching Shi Feilan's body, and shook his sleeve casually.
The powerful wind blew out from the sleeves, like an invisible wall of air, generating a huge counterattack force and sweeping Zhao Muzhi away.
Zhao Muzhi was swept away by this huge strong wind and had no strength to resist at all. He directly stepped back more than ten steps, his blood boiling, and he looked at the white shadow in surprise.
The man pushed Shi Feilan behind the curtain and looked at Zhao Muzhi coldly.
Qin Wushuang took a look at this man. His lips were red and his teeth were white. His face was obviously still a little immature. He was surprisingly short and his face was like a baby, but there was a little bit of black stubble on his lips. This nondescript appearance gave people a kind of look.
Very strange feeling.
"A disciple of Xingluo Palace?" the strange boy said.
"Stop talking nonsense, who are you?" Zhao Muzhi looked at this strange boy.
The strange boy chuckled strangely, and suddenly his face darkened: "My name is Ghost Boy, have you heard of me?"
"Ghost boy?" Zhao Muzhi's face turned cold, "I've never heard of it."
The ghost boy's face darkened: "Have you never heard of me? I hate ignorant people the most. Since you haven't heard of me, then just accept your fate. Bastards who don't know my name will only have one fate, and that is death!"
The ghost boy gave a strange laugh, opened his hands, and a pair of sharp claws suddenly grew on the fingers of both hands. They were cold and sharp, and glowed eerily. Just looking at this appearance, it was very scary.
"Hmph, you are pretending to be a ghost!" Zhao Muzhi was also afraid in his heart, but on the surface he was fierce and unwilling to lose to this ghost boy in terms of momentum.
Just now, the ghost boy casually swept him away with a flick of his sleeve. It can be said that his cultivation level is far above that of Zhao Muzhi, and he should be in the ranks of Zhongling warriors.
However, among the younger generation of Tianji Sect, there is only one Zhongling warrior. This is a fact that everyone knows. And that Zhongling warrior is not the ghost boy in front of him at all.
"Hmph!" Guitongzi's expression turned cold again and he said, "I hate it when people say I'm pretending to be a ghost. Boy, remember, I am Guitongzi, the core disciple of the younger generation of Tianji Sect! When you go to Huangquan Road, don't take your uncle's name seriously.
I remembered the wrong name!"
As he finished speaking, Guitongzi suddenly twisted his body and drilled into the ground out of thin air. This drill did not make a big hole in the ground at all, but disappeared directly on the stage.
This method made everyone watching the battle burst into cheers.
But Cui Niu, a casual cultivator from the Daluo Empire, changed his expression: "Brother Zhao Muzhi, retreat quickly, this man knows sorcery!"
Zhao Muzhi was a little surprised when he saw the ghost boy suddenly disappearing. He had some doubts about this kind of burrowing method. In the battle at Bifu Mountain, Elder Chen, the gray-robed man of Tianji Sect, was also good at this kind of burrowing method, and was very good at it.
Difficult to deal with.
Qin Wushuang and Wei Yi combined their efforts to kill the man.
Now this ghost boy actually understands this method well. Zhao Muzhi's figure jumped quickly and landed on the big pillar on the high platform, holding the judge's pen upside down in both hands. As long as he saw the slightest fluctuation of the earth's veins, he would not hesitate to
The judge's pen shot out and nailed the ghost boy to death!
"Hoo ho ho!"
Suddenly, large holes appeared in the ground, and streaks of soil shot up into the sky.
The judge's pen in Zhao Muzhi's hand shot out, attacking two places in a row.
boom!
Wherever the judge's pen landed, it came up blank!
In an instant, Zhao Mu understood that this was Gui Tongzi's trick. Just as he was about to fly over and retrieve the judge's pen, at this moment, he felt that the big pillar under his feet suddenly cracked.
A ghost claw grabbed out the coldness and grabbed directly towards Zhao Muzhi's legs.
If this grip is solid, Zhao Muzhi's legs can be cut off directly. Zhao Muzhi is indeed a master. He stepped out with his feet, turned his body sideways in the air, landed on the stage, and took advantage of the situation.
Grab, grab the two judge pens in your hands.
At the same time, he flicked his hands, and the judge's pen suddenly extended from the inside. This is the magic of Zhao Muzhi's pair of judge's pens. With a press of the machine, the pen in the pen can be shot out.
The ghost boy was rushing over, clasped his claws together, and grabbed Zhao Muzhi's two judge pens. He grinned and screamed with strength. Wherever the ghost grabbed hard, there was a click, and the chain in the machine was pinched directly.
Break!
"Quack, boy, do you want to show off your skills?"
The ghost boy's small body was like a meat ball, and it shot straight towards him. His claws glowed coldly, and he grabbed Zhao Muzhi at close range.
Since Zhao Muzhi's debut, the pair of judge pens have rarely encountered opponents, and few people can force him to use this trick. It is really unheard of for someone to actually cut the chains inside at this time.
As soon as the body sinks, it will fall off the stage. In this battle, even if you admit defeat, you must protect yourself.
It's just that Guitongzi is a murderous person with a very perverted heart. How can he allow Zhao Muzhi to escape? Seeing Zhao Muzhi's body retreating quickly, his advancement speed increased, his claws intertwined, and he slashed towards Zhao Muzhi's throat.
"Ah..." Cui Niu's heart suddenly jumped into his throat. If senior brother Zhao Muzhi is caught by this claw, it will be over. Xingluo Palace will lose a capable master from now on.
Zhao Mu subconsciously moved the remaining judge pen in his hand to his throat.
The ghost boy laughed ferociously: "What's the use of struggling to the death?"
At this moment, Guitongzi suddenly felt a sharp attack coming from his side and coming straight to his head.
call!
The ghost boy screamed inwardly that something was not good. If this catch was true, Zhao Muzhi would inevitably die, but if the ghost boy was hit in the head by this force, he would definitely be seriously injured. The force of this blow breaking through the air was very heavy.
With a very domineering and fierce spiritual power fluctuation, it can almost be judged that it is definitely a sneak attack from a spiritual warrior.
The ghost boy screamed strangely, and his body suddenly slumped down, falling to the ground again. Zhao Muzhi took this opportunity and retreated more than ten feet away, looking at the ghost boy with eyes full of wariness and hatred.
.
The ghost boy roared and screamed: "Who, who plotted against me? If you have the guts, stand up for me!"
Qin Wushuang smiled and said nothing, just watching the excitement calmly. He had just clasped a stone tightly to take action at the critical moment. And his action was very hidden. This ghost boy was concentrating on dealing with Zhao Muzhi, how could he see it?
Was it Qin Wushuang's move?
And Qin Wushuang is surrounded by mediocre people, and it is even more difficult to see Qin Wushuang's true identity.
Cui Niu walked to Zhao Muzhi with lingering fear and whispered: "Senior Brother Zhao, let's take a step back. This demon is very fierce and is definitely not at the core disciple level."
Zhao Muzhi nodded and was about to retreat when the ghost boy said with a ferocious smile: "Want to leave? Is there such a cheap thing?"
Cui Niu reluctantly said: "Your Excellency, even if we have lost the martial arts competition in the ring, we should stop it. Your Tianji Sect is a large sect after all. If you set up a private ring here, even if it is a martial arts competition, you should have a certain temper.
Bar?"
The ghost boy screamed: "That's what they do. I, the ghost boy, only like killing people and don't know what competition is. I don't like this guy named Zhao. If I don't kill him, I will kill him tonight."
I can’t sleep well and can’t eat.”
This man's style was extremely unreasonable, leaving Cui Niu speechless.
Zhao Muzhi pulled Cui Niu aside and said in a deep voice: "Gui boy, do you have your name as a core disciple of the Tianji Sect? Could it be that some elder of the Tianji Sect is pretending to be a core disciple. If you want to bully the small, you can't do it.
There’s no need to cover up your wrongdoings, right?”
The ghost boy said with a gloomy air: "The big bullies the small? I am only sixteen years old this year, how can you be younger than me?"
Sixteen years old?
After hearing this, even Qin Wushuang was stunned.