The people in the audience cheered for him and secretly felt sorry for him, but Kong Mo on the stage was very excited. He was not as unlucky as his peers imagined to meet the master of perfection, but this opponent was specially chosen.

He wanted to know how much difference he was between himself and the Perfection Realm.

In this way, it is also good to assess how much difference there is between yourself and the best time.

He doesn't think his current opponent can win over the good times. Maybe there are better than the good times under the Yuanying of the major sects, but it is by no means that just one person can surpass them, he has been with the good period for many years, and when his cultivation is low, he often learns from each other, and he understands the combat power of the good period very clearly. That person is simply a natural sword cultivator.

"Senior Brother Kong seems to be very happy. "Jiayi is incomprehensible, knowing that she will lose the battle, what do you want to fight, it is the best policy to retreat quickly!

"He is treating the ring as the martial arts hall of the sect. Jia Ji looked at Kong Mo on the stage and replied.

She understands Kong Mo's thoughts, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, the main thing is that the opponent is hard to find. After all, there are not many real sword cultivators in the sect, and after surpassing him, it is difficult to find a person to learn from.

It's no wonder that the sect's sword cultivation inheritance can't continue, mainly because the environment doesn't support it!

After she got married, she became independent, was it specially used to train sword cultivation disciples?

Jia Ji thought silently.

Gu Xun and Qin Huan both won in the end, but they won quite embarrassed, if they meet an opponent like today's tomorrow, this champion may not be able to sit still.

As for the good period of fighting, Wei Fu and Qin Jingjing won, and they won relatively easily.

Only Kong Mo was teased by his opponent for the first time, and finally he was beaten and vomited blood and fell out of the ring.

Several people probed Kong Mo's injuries, and their faces were all angry.

They are relatively measured in their shots, and those who have the absolute advantage basically admit defeat and do not hurt others; they will only do their best when they encounter an evenly matched target; in their opinion, Kong Mo's injury is a war book.

Jia Yi clenched her fists: "Senior Brother Qin, Senior Sister Jiaji, if you meet that person, you must teach the other party a hard lesson and be angry for Senior Brother Kong Mo!" As for Qin Huan and Gu Xun, as long as they can guard the seventh and ninth rings, everything will be fine, and it is not good to add other pressure.

Qin Jing's eyes were gentle and deep, and he didn't speak, but nodded his head, indicating that he had remembered.

Jia Qi also nodded and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, if you encounter him, you must let him lie down for a month." ”

The second day of the good season was empty for a long time, because most of the monks went to watch the stunning demeanor of the first beauty in the second ring, and her third ring looked very small. While crying and laughing, he secretly muttered in his heart that Wei Fu's charm was endless, and then sat quietly in the ring, waiting for the appearance of the challenger.

It wasn't until the end of the challenge on Ves' side that anyone noticed the situation in the second ring, and there was a lot of discussion:

"This champion seems to be from the same door as Fairy Wei. "Will removing her from the stage make Fairy Wei angry?

"Don't underestimate her, her swordsmanship is very good, and it is easy to abuse Lu Rongyuan's kid. This person estimated that he had seen yesterday's challenge, and he was afraid that his companions would suffer, so he hurriedly reminded him.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll be careful, I always have to let Fairy Wei see my strength. "This estimator is full of cotton, a mess of mush, and he just wants to unfold the beautiful screen in front of Wei Fu like a peacock, and he doesn't think about strength at all.

What? Lose? How is it possible? How can Ben Shao lose to an unknown female cultivator?!

It's obvious that I'm dazzled by beauty.

Jia Qi raised his eyebrows and looked at the sword cultivator who jumped on the stage.

The appearance is quite outstanding, the eyebrows are exquisite, but unfortunately the face is too white, and the eyes are a little frivolous, not to mention the exaggerated temperament, although it is a small realm stronger than Lu Rongyuan, but Jia Ji feels that this person's heart is much worse than Lu Rongyuan.

However, his background should be very good, or the backer is very hard, the quality of the sword in his hand is excellent, it has reached the level of the best spiritual weapon, and he can almost enter the ranks of Taoist weapons, the halo is circulating, the cold light is clear, the face is cold, and the hilt of the sword is also inlaid with a shining cyan gem;

Such a person, Jia Ji really doesn't want to believe that he is excellent at swordsmanship.

Like yesterday, the sword salute: "My name is good, the sword name is starlight, please advise Taoist friends." ”

The frivolous man on the opposite side kept squinting at Jia Ji's body, and replied indiscriminately: "Advice, I will definitely advise, don't worry, beauty." ”

Jia Ji's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stopped talking, so as not to be angry with himself.

Facts have long proved that normal people and perverts have different ways and different ideas, and they cannot communicate normally.

The frivolous man is conceited, and in order to show his manly demeanor, he refuses to take the initiative to make a move, and he is not polite in the best period, the green sword crosses a mysterious arc in the air, leaving thousands of afterimages, and the starlight lingers around his body, and he uses the starlight sword intent as soon as he makes a move.

The frivolous man on the opposite side was also knowledgeable, and a galaxy flickered towards him, and the momentum was compelling, and he suddenly realized that the situation was not good, and subconsciously activated a body protection spirit weapon on his body.

The sword intent and the spirit weapon collided blatantly, the aura was agitated, and under one blow, the sword intent dissolved, and the spirit weapon was reduced to a mortal weapon, and there was no more light.

"That's amazing, tigress!" the flirtatious man couldn't help but yell. The audience burst into laughter.

The eyebrows and eyes of the good period jumped, feeling that he was soft-hearted, and his attack was too light, and with a backhand sword, the galaxy composed of the light group composed of the starlight sword qi appeared again, this time in the form of a star dragon, like lightning and thunder.

The frivolous man was frightened by this sword and exclaimed, 'Help', and then he thought that this was in the ring, no one could save him, unless he saved himself, the long sword of the rich nouveau riche temperament finally showed its due strength and brilliance, the long sword cut through the air, a sword attacked, like an antelope hanging horns, difficult to find, the sword light is like silk, formless and substantial, but it seems to be everywhere.

This shot is a group attack-style ultimate.

"Come out, show Senior Brother's shadowless sword intent!"

"Look, look, Senior Brother's shadowless sword intent has finally been unleashed. ”

"This is still comprehended in the sect competition!"

"Comprehending the sword intent in battle, such an understanding, no wonder Su Ming Zhenren wants to accept him as an apprentice!"

"What's the use of having a good understanding? What future can he have with his impetuous appearance? ”

"What you said is definitely sour words, Senior Brother Zhan has already completed the golden pill, and the next step is to get married. ”

"Some children are in Jindan Consummation, and one card is a lifetime!" this person cursed unconvinced.

"That's a lot better than a monk who can't reach the consummation of Jindan at all!"

Whoever says that men don't gossip, who says that sword cultivation is cold, in essence, is just a gossip concentration camp. (To be continued.) )