"Wang Chong. ”

Because Wang Chong has been thinking about things on the Taishi chair, outsiders only look at him as if he is in a daze, and I don't know how long it has been, the rematch on the field has been completed, and the King of Jinling himself is calling Wang Chong.

Wang Chong raised his head and said in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

"It's your turn. King Jinling looked at him with a smile and said.

"Oh. Wang Chong instinctively stood up, walked towards the square, pointed to himself and said, "What am I going to do?"

Those monks almost vomited blood when they heard Wang Chong's words, such a capable person actually didn't even know the rules of the final of this martial arts competition' - cross-level competition, and he didn't even know what he was going to do!

If Wang Chong hadn't shown his previous strength, these monks would have laughed at him or ridiculed him again.

And now Wang Chong...... Unless someone can perform better than him, it is impossible for anyone to dare to speak loudly in front of him, so he can only complain and let him and pee in this square.

King Jinling also seemed to be quite patient with Wang Chong, and the dignified King of Jinling actually explained it to him personally, and said leisurely: "You are the first to be drawn, your opponent is a third-order Immortal Venerable, one order higher than you, defeat him, and you will be able to enter the next round." ”

Wang Chong only thought that his buttocks were a little sore after sitting on the Taishi chair for a long time, and it was good to move his muscles and bones, so he said: "Oh, that's it, okay!"

Wang Chong stretched and set his eyes on the front of the square.

I saw a gray robe standing in front of him, a tall young man, holding a white long sword, looking at Wang Chong without blinking, his face was grim, as if he was facing a great enemy.

He obviously didn't expect that he would come out on top in the third-order Immortal Venerable, and the opponent he drew in the first round was the most powerful dark horse in this year's martial arts competition, Wang Chong.

"Idle Daoist single disciple, Zhong Fan!" the young man took the lead in saluting Wang Chong.

Generally, in this kind of cross-level competition, it is from the low-level to the high-level salute, which means humility.

And in this scene, the situation was completely reversed, and this third-order Immortal Venerable saluted Wang Chong first, which was enough to show how much influence Wang Chong had brought before.

Wang Chong didn't know these bells and whistles, and felt that it was normal, so he also politely returned a salute to him, and said: "Yulun Palace's named male disciple, Wang Chong, please give advice!"

"Please advise!" After Zhong Fan hugged a fist, he clenched the sword in his hand, and just waited for the referee to give an order, he was about to attack Wang Chong.

"The disciple of the idle Daoist is actually here today!"

"This Zhong Fan...... I have heard that it is said that he is the only closed disciple of the idle Daoist, and his strength is strong, and he easily won the championship among the third-order immortal venerables who are as proficient as a cloud. ”

"Idle Taoists are the best at heads-up, and his disciple Zhong Fan's previous performance has also been all the way, and the fight between the two must be very exciting!"

In the eyes of many monks, the people who can win the championship of the competition at the same level are not idle people, they are the best people in the same level, cross-level competition, there will be a gap in the cultivation of the two sides, so the low-level side has a natural disadvantage, but if the technique is used properly, the body is strong, and there are good weapons, it is not impossible for the low-level to win the high-level.

After all, cultivation does not mean everything in strength.

If it is replaced by someone else against this Zhong Fan, there is almost no suspense in this game, the idle Taoist is a loose cultivator on Changbai Mountain, there is no door and no faction, and the cultivation has reached the peak level of an extremely strong immortal master, this Zhong Fan is his closed disciple, he is the best at individual combat, and it is very difficult to win him!

But the strength shown by Wang Chong is even more overwhelming, but no one has seen what it will be like for him to fight alone, and it is not clear whether Wang Chong is good at heads-up, so everyone is a little wavering for a while, not knowing who will win this game.

"I didn't expect it...... Zhong Fan, the favorite to win the cross-level competition, will meet Wang Chong in this first game as a dark horse......" Lin Guiyi frowned, as if breathing a sigh of relief.

Except for Qin Qihan of the Crazy Song Gate...... Lin Guiyi of Shushan Villa and Zhang Xiu of Nanjiang Valley were also present, they were the best disciples of the same generation in their own sect, and they also won the semi-finals of their competition at the same level, waiting for the upcoming cross-level competition.

Lin Guiyi had a good personal relationship with anyone, and at this time he was standing with Zhang Xiu, and like the other monks, the two of them were also watching the upcoming battle on the field with great interest.

Lin Guiyi originally thought that he had reminded Wang Chong last time that after the Crazy Song Sect would be unfavorable to him at the martial arts competition, he should not come, but he didn't expect to come.

And...... also showed such amazing strength, stronger than the last time they went to Yulun Palace to fight.

"The two of them have met together, but it makes us worry, if the two of us meet that Zhong Fan, I don't know how many chances we can win, let the two of them eat dogs, a mouthful of hair, whoever loses!" Zhang Xiu said happily.

This time, there were a total of nine champions of the same rank competition, plus one who won the final champion of the cross-level competition in the immortals, a total of ten people, most of whom he knew and knew the strength of these people.

But there should be very few people who can beat Zhong Fan and Wang Chong.

The championship was born between these two people, and the others ...... Let's see if you're lucky.

"This one...... Is there more people buying Wang Chong, or more people buying Zhong Fan. At this time, King Jinling looked at Wang Chong and Zhong Fan, who were facing each other in the audience, and spoke to the subordinates next to him, showing a look of great interest on his face.

"Back to King Jinling, there are a little more people who buy Zhong Fan, but not much, and the odds on both sides are not high. The subordinate standing next to Liu Yan said respectfully.

This martial arts competition, in addition to being a grand event for the selection of these immortals...... It is also a grand event for the immortal lord to collect money for fun.

They will bet and buy according to the situation of the players on both sides, of course, it is voluntary, the entertainment activities of this big world are not as rich as those of the small world, and this peripheral gambling odds extend to almost every big world event, except for some Buddha cultivators, almost every immortal master and immortal saint has participated.

"Go, help me on Wang Chong's side and place a note of 200,000 repair stones!" King Jinling said with a grin.

"II...... 200,000 King Jinling, the total bets on both sides are only 200,000......" The man continued to reply.

"The 200,000 yuan held below was thrown on the ground for nothing, do you take it or not? How many of them and how much I press, it's all the king's!" King Jinling said with great confidence.

"Okay......" After the man nodded, he quickly ran down the high platform and helped King Jinling place a bet.

Then, King Jinling raised his hand and said to the referee at his feet, "You can start." ”

The referee nodded, and then said to Wang Chong and Zhong Fan: "The first round of the cross-level competition, start!"

When Zhong Fan heard the order, he immediately rushed towards Wang Chong with his sword and said, "Senior Brother Chong, I'm offended!"

Wang Chong looked at him motionlessly, the expression on his face was very lazy, and said, "Senior Brother Fan is polite. ”

"It's on!"

"A showdown between the favourites and the rising dark horses!"

"Who will win?"

The monks under the arena all looked at Wang Chong and Zhong Fan with excitement on their faces, in their eyes, the competition between these two must be very fierce!

Zhong Fan took the lead at this moment, struck first, and came out with his sword!

"Wow! Zhong Fan used a killer weapon as soon as he came up?"

"What a powerful sword momentum! What kind of killer weapon is this, why is the energy so terrifying?"

"It is said that he approaches his opponent with great speed, and then when he is about to touch his opponent, he suddenly presses the tip of the sword down, points to the ground, and then suddenly bursts out! It is said that the power is very great! Even a mountain can be provoked, so it is called 'Sword Picks the Country'. ”

At this time, the monks in the audience were shocked again and again, no one thought that Zhong Fan's desire to win was so strong, extremely irritable, he wanted to learn from that Li Duguan back then, and he directly wanted to use this trick to win the game in ten seconds?

Wang Chong looked at Zhong Fan, who was galloping towards him, and instinctively took a small step back, wanting to dodge his sword momentum......

However, when Zhong Fan approached him......

His hand holding the sword suddenly changed!

Directly from the thorn to the split, all at once slashed to the ground in front of Wang Chong's feet, and then, this Zhong Fan also held the hilt of the sword with his other hand, holding the sword in both hands! A violent true qi energy suddenly erupted from his body, like the roar of mountains and rivers, the wind and rain swayed, and the situation was pushed to the most tense moment in an instant!

"Sword picks the country!"

Zhong Fan burst into a shout, and his sword hands slammed up!

"Boom-"

A loud popping sound came from the center of the square, and a thick white fog erupted into the field, making it impossible for anyone to see what was happening inside for a while.

"How could there be such a violent impact sound? Wang Chong didn't dodge his move?"

"It's so fast! I can't even see it clearly, how can Wang Chong hide?!"

"Then Zhong Fan's move is so powerful, if he can't dodge it, won't Wang Chong just disappear?"

While everyone was discussing, the smoke in the center of the square gradually dissipated......

Saw

Wang Chong was still standing on the ground, the hem of his dark blue fairy robe fluttered in the wind, as steady as Mount Tai, his expression was faint, his hands hung down on his sides so casually, but he stretched out one foot and stepped on Zhong Fan's sword body, pressing Zhong Fan's sword to the ground!

And Zhong Fan twitched vigorously with both hands, unable to pull the sword out of Wang Chong's feet.

"Shhhh

After everyone saw this scene, they gasped!

Originally......

The loud bang just now was not the power of Zhong Fan's "sword picking the country"!

but

Wang Chong was about to pick up the sword before Zhong Fan was about to pick it up...... Be the first to stomp his sword on the ground!

Therefrom...... Only then did a huge roar erupt!()

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