The competition on the stage has been carried out for several rounds, and at this time, a martial artist in the late stage of the yellow level guards the list, because many major sects rank the masters behind because of the Lin family, and the front guards will inevitably have weak people.

Everyone wanted to go up and challenge when they saw the defender with such a low cultivation, but a bald head took a step faster and reached the ring first.

It is a late-stage monk of the Yellow Level of Nanguo Temple, whose legal name is Jingming.

The monks of Nanguo Temple are not stupid, how can they not know that this list is aimed at them, and now there is a low-level cultivator as a martial artist guard list, they just want to go up and challenge it as soon as possible, so as to save a small life.

The exercises of Nanguo Temple have the characteristics of "meditation" and "vigor", which are more powerful than ordinary martial artists of the same level.

The two sides fought together, Lin Zifang, Jiang Shuiyue and others closed their eyes and recuperated, and they didn't look at the ring.

Jing Ming's tiger and tiger dancing with a long stick of King Kong pressed the opponent out of breath, and hit the opponent on the head with a stick, and the opponent immediately rolled off the ring, and Jing Ming won.

"If the challenge of the monk Jingming of Nanguo Temple is successful, he will accept a challenge as a defender, and if the defender is successful, he will advance to the top 16." The host announced loudly, and before the words came out, a Xuan-level mid-level stood up.

The audience exclaimed, now everyone finally knows that the Lin family is ironclad against Nanguo Temple, the other party has a late yellow level, and it is almost the same as the early stage of a Xuan level, and there is a master in the middle of the Xuan level, which is obviously not to give the monks of Nanguo Temple a chance, even if it is useless to drink.

Lin Zifang opened his eyes slightly. glanced at Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan was holding a wine jug in his hand, but he didn't send it to Jingming, it was a little strange, but he figured it out immediately.

Jiang Fan should only have a level of wine, and give it to the monks of the Nanguo Temple to drink, at most, in the early stage of the Xuan level, he can't beat this master in the middle of the Xuan level, that wine must be very precious, Jiang Fan is unwilling to do useless work.

The corners of Lin Zifang's mouth brought a disdainful smile. All you want is to see Nankokuji Temple. Seeing that Jiang Fan had no choice but to look at the expression of himself and his fellow disciples being killed.

Jing Ming's face was pale, and before he could react, the middle of the Xuan level on the opposite side attacked, and as soon as he made a move, he made a killing move with all his strength. Leave no room for error.

"Boom."

One move. It's just a trick. In the middle of the Xuan level, Jing Ming was knocked away with one palm, and seeing that Jing Ming was about to roll off the ring, there was an extra dart in the middle of the Xuan level. Throw it all over and shoot at Jingming.

"Poof"

Jingming landed on the ground, with a lancet stuck in his body, his eyes were wide open, his face was full of unwillingness, and his death was unbearable.

The other monks of Nanguo Temple were all pale with fright, and the people of Jingshuimen looked at Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi worriedly, it was obvious that Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi would not escape such a fate.

Lin Zifang opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Fan, originally wanted to put on a mocking and threatening expression, and told Jiang Fan that it was still too late to be soft at this time, as long as he handed over the antidote to the Double Cultivation Snake and the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers, it would be fine, otherwise, it would be Jingming's fate.

But only then did he find that his wonderful expression was facing the air, Jiang Fan didn't look at him, his face was extremely calm, not half afraid, but with a faint smile.

Lin Zifang was furious and snorted coldly, he wanted to see if Jiang Fan's expression when he was killed was still the same as now.

Two more Nanguo Temple monks were killed later, except for Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi, there was only the last Nanguo Temple monk left.

The poor last monk of Nanguo Temple is still a guardian, because Nanguo Temple has the most promotions, there are three defenders, and the third place is him, when a Xuan-level late stage stands up, this early-stage Xuan-level monk who was injured in the first round no longer has any luck, turns around and runs towards the ladder.

"Poof"

This Xuan-level late-stage was holding a red tassel spear in his hand and threw it directly, and the power field locked around the Xuan-level monk, and the red tassel spear pierced the monk's throat from the back of his neck.

As of this time, the four monks of Nanguo Temple who came to the stage were all killed, and Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi were left to participate in the competition, and the two monks of Nanguo Temple who were eliminated in the first and second rounds were only then began to rejoice, if they were not deliberately eliminated, the fate of the two of them would not be better than those four brothers now.

Lin Zifang, Jiang Shuiyue, Zhang Mo, and all the sect elders and disciples looked at Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi to see what the expressions of these two mortal people were, but they were still very calm, and everyone didn't understand.

Among the remaining challengers, there are still many masters, Lin Qiutang of the Lin family, Wang Weizhan of the Snow Mountain Faction, and Hua Wuxue of the Water Shelter Palace, all of whom have not yet made a move, Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi cannot be the opponents of any of them.

"Brother, are you alright? If you really can't admit defeat, it's not a big deal, no matter what, I Li Fengyu admires you, we have been in Shennongjia for decades, and no one dares to be so rude to the Lin family, brother, you are the first. ”

Li Fengyu walked next to Jiang Fan at some point, probably watching Nanguo Temple die one by one, and he was afraid that Jiang Fan and Qianting would be nervous, so he came over.

Jiang Fan turned his head to look at Li Fengyu and smiled, he didn't care, the death of the monks of the Nanguo Temple was his own business, and the four monks of the Nanguo Temple died, but he felt that he had harmed them, and his hatred for himself had risen sharply, and he had earned 20,000 hatred points.

The three of Fa Shan, Fa Xuan, Fa Tong and the other monks of Nanguo Temple brought tens of thousands of hatred points, and they were very happy in their hearts, what was there to be sad about.

As for the issue of face, Lin Zifang is estimated to be very face-saving and proud now, but this drama has just begun, so what is there to worry about.

"Our Nanguo Temple has never been afraid of any force, but I want to see how the Lin family kills me and Senior Brother Jingmei." Jiang Fan said indifferently.

Li Fengyu looked at Jiang Fan with admiration, thinking that even if he was afraid that even if he faced such a challenge against himself, he would be frightened in his heart, so many masters, who can not be afraid? What's more, Jiang Fan is only in the early stage of the Xuan level, and he is not as good as himself, with this courage, Li Fengyu really admires Jiang Fan.

"Brother, I've made up your friend." Li Fengyu said in a positive voice, Jiang Fan smiled slightly, and did not speak, because at this time it was Zhang Xueting's turn to defend the list, and it was a late Xuan-level player who challenged her.

According to the order, Zhang Xueting is herself after her.

In the later stage of the Xuan-level challenged Zhang Xueting in the early stage of the Xuan-level stage, sure enough, the Lin family was also jealous of the Jingshuimen, Lin Zifang looked at Zhang Xueting on the stage coldly, and he was already dissatisfied that the Jingshuimen had always stood on the side of the Nanguo Temple, of course he would not let go of the Jingshuimen, and killing Zhang Xueting and Bai Xue was to let all the sects see and oppose the Lin family.

"Sister, if you want to blame, blame you for offending the Lin family, and I can't save you." Standing on the stage in the later stage of the Xuanjie stage, he said to Zhang Xueting, Zhang Xueting is very beautiful and sexy, if he can, he doesn't plan to kill Zhang Xueting, but with the permission of the Lin family, if he doesn't kill it, he will provoke the Lin family, he can only kill such a girl like a flower and jade.

Zhang Xueting smiled slightly, took a sip of Jiang Fan's wine, and said, "Brother, if you don't kill me, maybe I can still save your life." ”

"Hmph, do you think you're my opponent after drinking that wine?"

Zhang Xueting's words completely offset the sympathy of the late Xuan-level stage, but she was afraid that Zhang Xueting's wine growth and cultivation would be too much, so she tested it first, as soon as Zhang Xueting made a move, she had a bottom in her heart in the late Xuan-level stage, and Zhang Xueting was only in the middle of the Xuan-level now.

And it's a very fake mid-Xuan-level cultivation, only having the cultivation of the mid-Xuan-level level, but not having the experience of the mid-Xuan-level stage, and even adapting to this kind of cultivation is a problem.

Such a mid-level martial artist of the same level is dead, let alone his late stage.

In the later stage of the Xuan level, he had no scruples, and attacked Zhang Xueting, and all the momentum was released, in order to kill people with one move like other masters who had killed those monks of Nanguo Temple before.

"Bang."

"Bump Bump Bump."

An abrupt voice sounded, and I saw Zhang Xueting suddenly take out something from her waist and shoot at the late Xuan-level martial artist, everyone took a closer look, and they all knew what this thing was, this is the gun of the urban world.

This is not an ordinary gun, it is a composite firearm, with a light sniper on the top and an automatic rifle on the bottom, Zhang Xueting shot a light sniper on the top of the head of the late Xuan-level martial artist, and then the automatic rifle strafed, and at the same time a sword stabbed out.

Xuan-level martial artists can block bullets, and the automatic rifle goes head-to-head, and there is no way to defeat the Xuan-level martial artists, but who would have expected that such a competition Zhang Xueting would suddenly have a firearm in his hand.

If the light sniper is fully defended, it can also be prevented, but now there is no preparation, and the light sniper bullet directly enters the forehead of the late Xuan-level martial artist.

This injury was not deep, but at the moment when the late Xuan-level martial artist lost his balance, the rifle bullets and long swords had already come.

With a two-pronged approach, the late Xuan-level martial artist didn't have time to react, and was pierced through the throat by a long sword.

All the warriors present were stunned.

Lin Zifang stood up suddenly, stepped out with one foot, and Jiang Fan's voice came loudly: "What is Elder Lin going to do?" ”

"Zhang Xueting of Jingshuimen broke the rules of the competition, used the city's gun competition, and deliberately killed people, in order to compete, she must be severely punished."

"That's right." The white-bearded old man on the side echoed loudly, he was the elder of the Xuan-level late martial arts sect, and this was the most proud disciple of his own sect.

Although the sect of the white-bearded old man is a major sect, but in the late stage of the Xuan level under the age of thirty, it is not often out, and the dead martial artist is extremely talented, and now he is dead, which is a major loss to the sect.

Not only is the quota of Xiaofang Mountain gone, but the sect's dream of using this disciple to participate in the Kunlun Dabi is completely shattered, how can the white-bearded brain not hate Jiang Fan, everyone saw Jiang Fan handing the black cloth bag to Zhang Xueting, and now no one knows that it is a gun.

"Breaking the rules of the tournament, huh? Is there any rule on what weapons to use in this contest? ”

The white-bearded old man in Lin Zifang stagnated, that's right, this big competition does not stipulate what weapons to use, and the cultivation is not as good, even if you take a heavy sniper, if you are prepared, you are not a Xuan-level martial artist opponent at all. (To be continued......)