Chapter Thirty-Seven: Ice Attribute Cultivators
Yan Ziqiang stepped out of the ring and smiled at Qiu Lida.
"Abuse vegetables. Yan Ziqiang smiled.
"Riot. Qiu Lida gave a thumbs up.
"The next one, Qiu Lida, against Tang Ming. ”
"It's your turn. Hearing the examiner's registration, Yan Ziqiang said with a strong mouth.
"Hmm. ”
"It's a great start. ”
"Definitely. ”
Qiu Lida stepped onto the stage, and the opponent had already found a good position to stand.
The two saluted each other, and then attacked at the same time,
Tang Ming's right hand spewed out crimson spiritual power, and with a grasp of his five fingers, he condensed a fireball and threw it at Qiu Lida.
"Ice Palm!" Qiu Lida slapped a cold ice palm print.
Rumble!
The fireball was knocked apart, and a small pile of flames fell to the ground, extinguished in the blink of an eye.
The cold ice palm prints shattered instantly, turning into broken ice and scattered all over the ground.
A fire attribute exercise, an ice attribute exercise,
Two opposing extreme attributes.
Tang Ming took the lead.
His hands burst into flames, wrapped in flames and rushed towards Qiu Lida, the flames burning in his hands dragged into a tongue of fire.
"Ice Palm!" Qiu Lida stretched out his hands, drew a Tai Chi circle in front of him, and raised his hand to hit.
The moment the two of them touched, the flame on Tang Ming's hand was extinguished, and the ice wrapped around Qiu Lida's palm melted.
"Hmph. Tang Ming snorted coldly and punched it, and Qiu Lida concocted it in the same way, punching him.
The spiritual power of the two of them canceled each other out, and they each took two steps back, shaking their bodies to unload their strength.
The attacks of the two, whether they were ranged or hand-to-hand, were tied.
Everyone in the audience saw the two of them constantly colliding, and the flames scattered everywhere with ice particles.
"Didn't you come?" At this level of competition, Shen Xianxun was not very interested, and he was still looking for it in the crowd.
He was looking for Li Huan, or rather, Liu Yan and Chu Yingxuan.
These three people entered Sunset Valley earlier than themselves, and they must have passed the assessment, otherwise they would have returned to Liguan Town a long time ago.
Shen Xianxun guessed that they should be there.
And it's just speculation.
Qiu Lida and Tang Ming on the stage are still fighting in the two heavens of ice and fire, but the trend of not distinguishing between up and down makes some people in the ring bored.
The two of them fought back and forth and were always tied.
You take two steps back, and so does he.
You fall to the ground, and he falls.
Even the examiner couldn't stand it, if it wasn't for his duties, he would have turned his head to look elsewhere.
The two fought for half a pillar of incense, and no one could help anyone.
Tang Ming was impatient for a while, and he and Qiu Lida punched hard.
The two took five steps back from each other.
"The distance has widened!" Tang Ming thought to himself.
Quickly retreated and opened the distance again, and then the hands were in the shape of holding the ball, and the spiritual power of the palms of both hands was frantically condensed.
Qiu Lida immediately understood Tang Ming's thoughts, this was to win or lose in one move.
Immediately, the waist and horse were united, the cold air of both palms was running rapidly, and a huge ice pick was condensed and formed.
Tang Ming on the other side was almost finished, and a scorching red fireball was summoned.
Under the ring, the temperature on Tang Ming's side rose, and some people with low cultivation were flushed and sweating.
The temperature on Qiu Lida's side dropped, and several people sneezed.
"Fireball Technique!" Tang Ming said.
"Ice Spike!"
The dramatic scene didn't happen, and the icicle plunged headlong into the fireball, which was visible to the naked eye and melted quickly, and the fireball became much smaller.
In a moment, the fireball vanished, and the icicle was still the size of a finger.
At this time, both of them were exhausted, and they were going all out, but they didn't have the strength to dodge.
Bang, the ice cube hit Tang Ming's left shoulder and shattered, and Tang Ming also staggered a step away, and his body shook for a while.
In the end, he was physically exhausted and paralyzed.
"Qiu Lida wins. ”
The examiner asked a few gray-clothed Sunset Valley disciples to carry Tang Ming down and announce the results.
Qiu Lida stepped out of the ring and smiled.
"Wonderful. Yan Ziqiang boasted.
"You're welcome. Qiu Li Daqiang smiled.
The first round of the ring competition ended quickly, and in two hours, half of the people were eliminated, and some of the people who failed the competition drooped their heads and walked out of the sunset valley one after another.
The second round begins.
"Shen Xianxun fought against Zhang San. ”
The two stood in the ring.
"Let's go!"
Zhang San took out a stick and picked a stick flower, and the stick hit with a whirring sound.
Shen Xianxun stood on tiptoe and took half a step back.
Zhang San immediately changed his trick, and the wooden stick was across his waist and swept out.
Shen Xianxun jumped three feet behind Zhang San and dodged perfectly again.
Zhang San's face couldn't hold it, the movements in his hands accelerated, and the stick dance in one hand was impenetrable.
"Look at how you hide!" Zhang Sanxin said that you can't hide now.
Shen Xianxun saw the shadow of the stick, raised his hand to grab it, and the stick that was originally tiger and tiger was directly grasped by him in the palm of his hand.
Shen Xianxun shook his head, the force in his hand increased, and he directly pulled the weapon from Zhang San's hand and threw it behind him.
Ping Lang, sticks fall to the ground.
At the same time, Shen Xianxun slapped it with one palm and slapped Zhang San to the ground.
Dodge, seize the opponent's weapon, and then connect it with one palm, everything goes smoothly, and many people in the audience have not yet reacted, and the victory has been divided.
Twelve breaths, the winner is divided.
Qiu Lida fought against a man with cold ice exercises, and after 30 rounds of fighting, he grabbed the opponent's flaws and won with one move.
Yan Ziqiang, who faced a close-quarters exercise, won with a horizontal practice, taking into account the face of the opposite side, and stood and let the opponent fight for thirty-three rounds before winning.
A beautiful woman went to the ring, and she was a big man with a big man.
The young girl cultivates the exercises that are biased towards femininity, with some hidden weapons and small movements.
But it's a pity that the big man didn't pity the jade, and resisted the girl's attack, and the futon-sized slap whipped the girl away.
The girl's cheeks were flushed with a smoking, and she ran away with her face covered and her eyes red.
"Rude...... Off color. A scholar dressed in a popular outfit jumped up, holding a fan and desperately pointing at the big man in the ring.
"Are you coming?" the big man glared at the scholar, stepped out of the ring, and gradually approached the scholar.
"Dululu," the scholar withdrew his fan, humming a small tune and forcibly changing the subject and hiding in the crowd.
"Cut!" booed the crowd around.
Shen Xianxun stood alone in an open space.
"They're not here?"
Shen Xianxun thought about how to find Liu Yan, Li Huan and Chu Yingxuan.
"How can you not see it, or is this ring too remote and they are somewhere else?"
Since returning from the Demon God Tomb, Shen Xianxun's spiritual power had risen several notches, and he could feel that the person he was looking for was nearby.
He believed in cause and effect, and he didn't believe before, but now he believes.
The grievances between him and Li Huan, Liu Yan, and Chu Yingxuan have an indescribable feeling.
Shen Xianxun walked as far as possible and maintained the sound of being able to hear his own ring registration, and walked in all directions.
Competition, find someone, competition, find someone.
In the two-day ring match, Shen Xianxun defeated five opponents, almost all of them were defeated with one move, but he still didn't find the person he was looking for.
At the end of the two-day ring competition, most of the people in the whole square were reduced, from the four or five thousand people who were eager to try and felt that they were very good, to the current serious face, relatively stable seven or eight hundred people.
A huge number of contestants were filtered, and the ring changed from dozens to several.
"Try that trick," Shen Xianxun looked up at Mingyue, full of melancholy.
He was refining the ghost vine in the heart mirror, and he didn't even have a "person" to speak.
Walk down to the temporary living cabin assigned to the back of the Sun Valley.
Sleepy.