"Knock knock!" With the sound of two gongs, the contest between the east and west officially began. First of all, a third-generation disciple from the Eastern Region appeared on the martial arts platform, this young man had the cultivation of the ninth order of the Yunling Realm.

"Meng Yongqin, a third-generation disciple of the Eastern Region, who dares to come up and fight with me!" The eleven candidates for the Eastern and Western Regions have already been decided, but unlike other competitions, this confrontation will not be decided by drawing lots and other methods. However, in order to maintain impartiality, each side sends a disciple in turn, and the other side sends a monk according to the opponent's situation.

Because the Eastern District has great confidence in its own strength, it took the initiative to stand up first, so in this way, out of the eleven games, the Western District has six games that can choose which monk to send to deal with according to the strength of the opponent.

Of course, although the eleven participating monks were all reported by the two elders, there were also substitutes, and they would appear when the official participating disciples were in trouble. For example, Faye Wong also reported Meng Yu's name, but if the boy couldn't arrive at the last moment, then he had to send a replacement.

Of course, there is also a situation where if the West Division loses six games outright, then the rest of the games will be meaningless. It's just that even then, it is necessary to ensure that there are eleven players on the field, because even if the winner is decided, the competition will often be completed, and everyone wants to use this opportunity to test and prove themselves.

Meng Yongqin was very confident, the eleven monks in the Eastern Region were all cultivators of the ninth order and above of the Yunling Realm, and his strength was around the middle among them. On the other hand, in the current Western District, only four of them have reached the ninth order of the Yunling Realm, and except for Bai Zihua, the other three are still those who have just broken through.

"I, Feng Kui, will meet you!" One of the four young men stood up, he and the fat man entered the ninth order of the Yunling Realm almost at the same time, but the two of them usually competed, he knew that Ma Rulong's combat power was stronger than his own, and the overall strength of the Western Region was too weak, and the fat man could not appear too early. However, winning or losing the first competition was directly related to the morale of the followers, so he couldn't let other eighth-order people play, so he stepped forward.

Facing his opponent, Feng Kui didn't have the confidence to win, after all, Meng Yongqin had already been a ninth-order Yunling Realm before him, but he would not lose as quickly as an eighth-order cultivator appeared, and he decided to fight with all his strength to achieve a draw result.

"It's you, it's a pity, I thought Bai Zihua would play, I still want to be able to compete with him, it seems that you don't pay enough attention to this first game in the West District, I have won this good start." Meng Yongqin naturally knew Feng Kui, but a monk who had just broken through was not too much of a monk he was aware of, and he felt that Bai Zihua was the only one who was really a threat in the entire Western District.

But there is nothing to regret, how can Feng Kui say that he is also a ninth-order monk, if he defeats it, it is also a very glorious thing, after all, there are only a few ninth-order monks in the western region, and the teammates behind must have someone to face the eighth-order opponent, but that kind of victory is not as valuable as its own. And if he really fought against Bai Zihua, he didn't have a score in his heart, so he felt that his luck was not bad.

"Hmph, Meng Yongqin, don't be too arrogant, you don't need Big Brother Bai, it's enough for me to deal with you!" Feng Kui, as a dignified ninth-order cultivator, was also considered outstanding among his peers, and when he saw that the other party actually despised him, how could he bear it with pride.

After finishing speaking, Feng Kui took the lead with a thunderous attack with anger.

"Haha, okay! Then I'll let you know what the gap is!" Meng Yongqin saw the other party's fist slamming in, and he didn't panic and directly slapped his palm.

"Boom!"

Both of them are hot people, and they are directly fighting together. However, for most monks, cultivation does determine combat power, after all, there are not a few perverts like Meng Yu.

Meng Yongqin had accumulated a long time, and the strength of his spiritual power still exceeded that of his opponent, and when the battle lasted for half an hour, Feng Kui was already a little overwhelmed, and he fell behind.

Later, Feng Kui used the treasure technique, Meng Yongqin smiled, and he was in the middle of it, just as he also wanted to end the battle quickly......

The final result was that in the treasure duel, Feng Kui was still not Meng Yongqin's opponent. However, Feng Kui is also stubborn, he did not admit defeat immediately, but still fought desperately against Meng Yongqin in the subsequent battle.

"Bang bang!"

It's just that many things sometimes really don't change because of people's will, Feng Kui is not someone's opponent after all, and he has been attacked by the other party several times in a short time, the corners of his mouth are bleeding, the bridge of his nose is collapsed, his clothes are shredded by spiritual power in many places, and some flesh and blood are cut apart.

"Don't admit defeat yet! Okay, I'll fight you today until you're completely convinced!" Meng Yongqin snorted coldly, not relenting at all, on the contrary, he felt that his majesty had been provoked, and then he shot faster and heavier.

Looking at Feng Kui's tragic situation, the people in the Western District were very angry one by one, don't look at the usual comparisons between them, and sometimes they were disgusted because the other party's cultivation overwhelmed them, but at this moment, the collective sense of honor made them put aside those careful thoughts. At this moment, they only can't bear and admire Feng Kui, but they can't help, and they can't change anything.

"In this scene, I admit defeat in the West District!" It wasn't until later that Feng Kui had already broken a few bones, his mouth and nose began to spurt blood, and a woman's voice containing unbearable and angry came out.

That's right, it was Faye Wong who admitted defeat instead of Feng Kui, because if she continued like this, she was very worried that Feng Kui would be abolished by the other party.

"Hmph, it would be nice to admit defeat earlier. Not far away, Mu Hai saw the woman's gloomy face, but there was a kind of happiness in his heart.

"I'm sorry everyone, I lost. After getting off the competition platform, Feng Kui couldn't support it anymore, and said apologetically when he was supported.

"Senior brother, don't say that, you are good. Someone said with red eyes.

"You've done your best, so we'll take care of the rest. Bai Zihua said, and the fat man also patted him on the shoulder to express his approval.

Feng Kui was arranged by Faye Wong to recuperate, and found someone to treat him, this time he was not lightly injured, if he did not recuperate in time, it is likely that there will be sequelae.

"I'll go next!" This time, it was the turn of the Western Region to send out the fighters first, and Bai Zihua, as the leader, was also stimulated and wanted to appear in person.

"No, you can't play lightly until the last resort, so let me go. "A female monk stopped her, she was also one of the four ninth-order.

"Don't fight between you two, I'll do this one!" said the fat man, clenching his fists and grimacing.

"Are you coming?" The female monk named Luo Yunxiang glanced at Ma Rulong, she was usually not very interested in this fat man with good words, originally she and Bai Zihua were fighting to appear first, but she didn't expect the fat man to intervene again.

At this time, Ma Rulong changed his previous style of smiling face, and said solemnly: "Brother Zihua can't get off the game easily unless it is absolutely necessary, and we lost the first game, so this one must be won." ”

"Then I can't go, which means that only you can guarantee victory?" Before the fat man finished speaking, Luo Yunxiang retorted, the fat man's implication was that he thought he was inferior to him.

"It's not that I underestimate your strength, our combat strength is almost the same, but you also know that my defensive ability is stronger than yours, in case I encounter a powerful opponent, I can still deal with it without losing, and I can also find opportunities to defeat the opponent. The fat man smiled bitterly and explained.

For this, Luo Yunxiang also agrees. The few of them can now be said to know each other well enough, as the fat man said, the strength of the two of them is ahead of the two. But Luo Yunxiang also had to admit that when it really came to the moment of life and death, it was still the fat man who had a better chance of winning, after all, this guy had rough skin and thick meat.

"Well, I'll admit that you're more forbidden than I am. In the end, Luo Yunxiang relented, but the fat man touched his nose, and he was speechless. What do you mean by forbidden beating? What do you say, as if you are doomed to be beaten before you even start?

In the end, Bai Zihua also agreed that Ma Rulong would come to this game, and no one else objected, they all knew that the fat man's words were higher than the probability of winning by himself, and the last few people discussed with Faye Wong again, after all, this one is already very important.

In the end, Faye Wong also agreed to the plan of several people, and the fat man appeared on the competition platform.

"Ma Rulong, a third-generation disciple in the Western District, who is not afraid of death in the Eastern District will come up and fight with me!"