Not only were the cultivators in the ring confused, but the people outside the ring were also confused, they couldn't see the situation in the fog, and could only guess the real situation from the sound of swords swinging and the screams of pain from the players.

The Ziwei Star Lord frowned again and again, and asked puzzledly: "This is the weak martial soul you identify, where can you see that it is weak?"

Long Xiaoxiao said: "Don't dare to deceive the star lord, when the martial soul is awakened, the villain is not present, this is also the first time I have seen Long Xiaobai use the martial soul." The head of the Xiao family can testify that when the martial soul is awakened, it is the Great Elder of the Xiao Family who is responsible for it together with the Great Elder of my Long Family. ”

Xiao Biyi, who was originally gloating on the side, was suddenly dumbfounded, and hurriedly followed Long Xiaoxiao's meaning, saying that he didn't know either, and secretly scolded Long Xiaoxiao in his heart for being an old fox, so he had to drag him into the water.

Meng Tiansoul would not blame the two family masters for a trivial matter, but just beat the two of them appropriately, and said disapprerovitically: "Next time, pay attention, in the cultivation of cultivators, don't be sloppy." ”

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Hua Yumian's beautiful eyes stared, her eyes were thoughtful, she looked at the white fog without squinting, as if she could see the situation in the fog, and muttered: "Sure enough, it is exactly the same as described in the intelligence, and it is difficult to figure out the little guy's hole cards." ”

Lao Chen smiled: "I didn't expect that the weak martial soul could still be used like this, the old slave is an eye-opener." ”

"Weak?" Hua Yumian was disdainful, "The person who compiled the "Martial Soul Guangji" is self-righteous, and he has to divide the martial soul into three, six, nine and so on, in fact, there has never been a poor martial soul in the world, only the master who does not know how to develop. ”

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In the ring, the sound of swords stopped, the white mist gradually faded, and a leisurely footstep sounded.

The Star Picking Square is very quiet, so the footsteps are very clear, as if every step is stepping on everyone's hearts and attracting everyone's attention.

The white mist became thinner, and a familiar figure gradually appeared.

At this moment, the clouds fell, and the sun shone on the man's white robe, spotless, shining, and dazzling.

Long Xiaobai walked out of the ring with his hands down.

The presiding elder hurriedly stopped: "Hey, the game is not over yet, you will be disqualified if you leave the venue without permission." ”

Long Xiaobai glanced at him, waved his hand, and the Creation Martial Spirit completely withdrew the last white mist, and smiled indifferently: "Is it okay?"

Before the presiding elder could see what had happened, the audience let out an exclamation in unison.

The other nineteen cultivators in the group battle all fell to the ground, motionless, and each of them had a striking sword wound in the same position on their chests, although they did not die, they all lost their combat power, and the picture was extremely shocking.

If Xiao Yi's battle is a gorgeous and dazzling dynamic beauty, and the audience is surprised by the grandeur of the scene, then Long Xiaobai's game is two silent freehand paintings, containing static beauty, and the huge difference between the two paintings, because of the obscuration of the white fog, leaves the audience unlimited imagination space.

When the presiding elder announced that the fourth group battle had begun, the audience was still immersed in the aftertaste of Long Xiaobai's battle.

The first round of group battles in the martial arts test conference lasted for two days before the sixteen games were completed.

On the third day, the sixteen cultivators who had advanced to the tournament each drew a number plate.

According to the rules of the conference, a cultivator can only challenge someone whose number is higher than his own, for example, a cultivator who draws the No. 8 card can only challenge No. 9 to No. 16, but cannot challenge No. 1 to No. 7.

The rules don't matter whether they are fair or unfair, the purpose of the martial arts test is to select the strongest, not to rank the players.

Unfortunately, Long Xiaobai drew the thirteenth, that is to say, the only people he could take the initiative to challenge were the fourteenth to the sixteenth.

Just as Long Xiaobai shouted bad luck, he quickly found comfort in the little fat man.

He drew the sixteenth.

In other words, he only has the right to be challenged, not the right to challenge others.

Although the conference did not clearly stipulate that their numbers should not be disclosed, the players did not want to let themselves be targeted by others, and all of them covered the number plates tightly.

The presiding elder said in a loud voice: "The player who drew the No. 1 card, please come out." ”

In the curious eyes of everyone, this lucky man came to the presiding elder with a spring breeze on his face, and smiled brightly, causing the other cultivators to scold again and again, but they were also envious.

Long Xiaobai has a little impression of this person, his name is Luo Meng, the martial soul awakened five years ago, the early stage cultivator of the psychic realm, the winner of the fourth group battle, the martial soul is a big mountain, the most vivid memory of Long Xiaobai is Luo Meng's ruthlessness, in the group battle, he almost killed an opponent.

The presiding elder asked, "Which do you want to challenge?"

This Luo Meng is only about twenty years old, but he looks extremely anxious, and he thinks he is very domineering with a full beard, looking like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, like a big brother who presides over the elders.

As soon as he heard this, he grinned, and the little fat man's small eyes shot out a lewd light, glancing at the faces of the other fifteen, licking his dry lips from time to time, as if he were something.

Long Xiaobai couldn't help but say "", when you are shopping in the forest garden, you really treat us as sisters?

Seeing that he hadn't made a decision for a long time, the presiding elder couldn't help but cough, and reminded impatiently: "What's the use of looking at people all the time, and it's not for you to choose by looking at your face, saying, how many numbers do you want to challenge." ”

Luo Meng smiled and said something that made everyone speechless.

"It turned out that I didn't choose someone, I didn't say it earlier, I was tall and fat for a long time. ”

Everyone: "......"

"No more nonsense, pick up. The presiding elder urged.

"Then the sixteenth," Luo Meng added, "I just want to see which unlucky one it is." ”

The rest of the people breathed a long sigh of relief, and the little fat man pulled a long face, the hatred in his heart, it was bad enough to draw a sixteenth, and he was the first to be selected, how can this be reasonable?

When passing by Long Xiaobai, Long Xiaobai said in a low voice: "Luo Meng has an impatient temperament and extremely poor patience, don't be afraid, if you consume him, you have a great chance of winning." ”

The little fat man nodded, adjusted his mentality, and stepped into the ring with Luo Meng one after the other, facing east and west, with a gap of eight meters.

In the first group battle, Little Fat won the game in a unique way, leaving a deep impression on the audience, and seeing that he was the first to appear in the second round of the challenge, the audience immediately boiled.

"Fatty, how are you going to fight today?"

"It must be a little more shameless than last time, I came to see you. ”

"It's time to show your brains!"

Qian'er arched her cute and small jade nose and muttered, "The popularity of the fat man is quite high." ”

Boom.

The gong sounded.

The second round of the challenge of the martial arts test conference began.

The little fat man has always taken the lead, the gong has not stopped, the aura is running, the monkey martial spirit is released, his feet are on the ground, and he rushes towards Luo fiercely.

When the distance between the two was shortened to four meters, he cast the Tiger Fist Spirit Technique with both hands, and the tiger claws broke through the air and grabbed the opponent.

Luo Meng was also extremely strong, he was not in a panic, his hands hammered his chest thump, and he shouted "on", a mountain martial spirit levitated, and then a flash of inspiration, a three-meter-high and three-meter-wide earthen wall suddenly appeared, blocking in front of him.

Luo Meng's spirit martial soul spirit method is a one-man master.

Boom.

The tiger's claws slammed into the earthen wall like a hammer, making a deafening sound.

The little fat man's arms trembled with shock, but the earthen wall did not move at all, and not even a single piece of dirt fell.

"The Spirit Martial Soul Spirit Method is really strong. ”

The tenacious little fat man did not retreat immediately, but continued to operate the aura, cast the Tiger Spirit Method, opened the bow left and right, and slammed the earth wall with one punch.

Seeing the endless attacks of the little fat man, Luo Meng not only did not get angry, but laughed wildly.

"Unlucky, the gap between entering the spiritual realm and the psychic realm is not something you can close with your fists. ”

As he spoke, the aura on his fist condensed into a stone shape and blasted out with a punch.

Yellow Rank low-level spiritual technique, heavy stone fist.

Strange to say, when Luo Meng's fist approached, the earthen wall parted from it, revealing a gap, and the heavy stone fist was handed out of it, and there was a hard collision with the little fat man's tiger fist.

Boom.

Another energy hedge.

The tiger's claws dissipated instantly, and with the agitation of the invading aura, the little fat man flew backwards, and rolled twelve meters until he could barely stabilize his body, and the sharp pain in the meridians made him crawl to the ground, barely able to get up.

"Fatty, hold back, stand up!"

Long Xiaobai rushed to the other side of the ring for the first time, the side closest to the little fat man, and encouraged loudly.

"Don't be afraid, hold on, come on!"

"You can definitely overcome him, believe me, don't you believe my word the most?"

Long Xiaobai's words of encouragement came into the ears of the little fat man word by word, and he gradually regained consciousness, activated his aura, and slowly climbed up.

"Well done, worthy of my brother. ”

Long Xiaobai praised.

The little fat man screamed angrily, condensed the spiritual method again, and rushed towards the opponent, but was beaten away by Luo again.

After repeating this three times in a row, the irritable Luo Meng suddenly became impatient and said, "Dead fatty, it's endless, right?"

When the little fat man rushed for the fourth time, Luo Meng's hands were sealed, and his aura was doubled, and a huge stone one person high was condensed on his fists, and he shouted wildly:

"Unlucky, if you go down with this punch, your uncle will not be able to get up for the rest of your life. ”

Suddenly seeing this kind of fatal offensive, the little fat man suddenly woke up from his hot blood, and his heart was cold, and he didn't dare to attack.

This person, once he is afraid, he will never dare to step forward, especially for the little fat man who is easy to make mistakes.

Long Xiaobai saw that the situation was not good, if the little fat man had the seed of timidity in his heart, when he fought in the future, he would be magnified, so as to lose the courage to make a move, affecting the achievements of martial arts, and immediately shouted:

"Don't be afraid of him! Think about how I trained you in the Spirit Beast Garden!"

"Spirit Animal Garden!

The little fat man didn't say a word, he didn't move, and his heart was enduring the most painful torment.

At this time, Luo Meng's fist moved.

Like the last straw that crushed the camel, the little fat man's defense completely collapsed, and he turned around and ran out of the field, shouting as he ran: "Don't fight! Don't fight! Don't fight......"

Long Xiaobai's heart froze, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he looked at the little fat man running coldly, pulled out the seven-star sword with a snort, pointed at the little fat man from afar, and said sharply:

"If you dare to come down, I will kill you with a sword!"