"Sir."

Su Zelong hurried to catch up.

Chu Yi said indifferently:

"Since your opponent tomorrow is a seven-stage cultivator, I will also give you a seven-stage cultivation, and it is up to you whether you win or lose."

Su Zelong was puzzled when he heard this, although this Mr. Chu has a high level of cultivation, it is impossible to open his mouth and say a word to help people improve their strength.

At this moment, Chu Yi pointed out in the air, hitting Su Zelong's eyebrows.

In an instant, a condensed light of True Yuan slowly poured into his whole body.

"This, this is-"

Su Zelong felt the powerful true qi in his body, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

"The seventh paragraph has been completed, let's familiarize myself with it."

"Sir is truly a man of God!"

Feeling the qualitative leap in the strength of his whole body, Su Zelong was not only shocked and curious, but also in awe.

The quarterfinals, in the ring.

From the quarterfinals, there were more spectators. Forces from all sides gathered, and they all paid close attention to the movements in the field.

Su Zelong clenched his fists and walked up.

"Come on, Zelong!"

Su Xuewu shouted excitedly.

Chu Yi looked at the woman and immediately smiled indifferently. From the beginning of knowing her, this woman has been worrying and running around about other people's affairs, as if she has never begged him for herself.

"Such people are really rare."

Chu Yi nodded, his eyes full of appreciation.

At this time, Su Zelong's opponent slowly stepped into the ring.

Xiong Xilin!

He is only twenty-five years old, but he is already a master of the seventh stage of the Qi Sect, and he is good at boxing and swordsmanship, and he is quite competitive.

As soon as he took the stage, Xiong Xilin looked at Su Zelong with a mocking expression.

"Boy, you're no match for me."

"Oh? Are you so confident? ”

Xiong Xilin said loudly:

"Su Zelong, I have investigated you, but you are only a sixth-stage cultivator, and I am the master of the seventh-stage Qi Sect, you will definitely be defeated today! It is better to surrender as soon as possible to avoid the suffering of flesh and skin. ”

Su Zelong smiled indifferently:

"That's not necessarily, whether you win or lose has to fight to know."

"Stubborn."

Xiong Xilin shook his head:

"Since you are looking for your own death, then I will fulfill you."

The two sides clashed instantly, their fists and palms intersected, and the fierce strength was fiercely confrontational, and they still did not win or lose after a hundred moves.

"Zelong has suffered a lot over the years, and he has greatly improved both his combat experience and skills."

Su Tiannan also nodded with satisfaction, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"I can't imagine that Zelong's child has grown to such a point, it's really true."

"That's not right! Su Zelong hasn't done his best yet! ”

I don't know who shouted, but at this moment, I heard a loud shout in the ring, and suddenly rushed out with a thunderous palm, slapped Xiong Xilin on the shoulder, and knocked him out.

"How is that possible!"

Xiong Xilin looked incredulous and stood up with difficulty:

"You only have a mere sixth-stage cultivation, how can you compete with me?!"

"Do I only have sixth-stage strength, didn't you already feel that palm just now?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Su Zelong's mouth:

"Xiong Xilin, you are doomed to defeat today."

Last night, when Chu Yi gave Su Zelong Daigo an empowerment, he evaporated the impurities in his body by the way, making Su Zelong have a more refined qi than a martial artist of the same level, so even if he was a new seventh-stage master, he was still better than Xiong Xilin.

"Grandpa, Zelong is going to win, he's going to win!"

Su Xuewu was excited, but when she looked at Su Tiannan again, she still looked at the stage with a solemn face.

At this time, I only heard Xiong Xilin sneer:

"Will you lose? I don't think so. ”

As he spoke, he wiped from his waist, drew a silver-colored soft sword, shook it in the wind, and stood straight.

"What's that?"

Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes widened in surprise:

"This, isn't this a foul, how can you use a weapon?!"

Yan Haoran shook his head and said:

"The rules of the game did not clearly indicate whether weapons could be used, and he was playing a sideline."

"It's so unfair, then I might as well just get a gun."

Su Xuewu looked at the long sword that flickered with cold light, and her palms were full of sweat:

"He, he actually used a weapon, isn't that Zelong dangerous?!"

Many viewers looked at the arbitration seat, and when they saw that the referees didn't say anything, they immediately shook their heads, and they could only blame Su Zelong for being unlucky.

Chu Yi was also taken aback.

Because he could see that the silver soft sword in Xiong Xilin's hand was not an extraordinary product, but a magic weapon with a certain amount of spiritual power!

"But it's not enough to say the magic weapon, after all, there is only a small amount of spiritual power attached to the soft sword."

Rao is like this, in the face of Xiong Xilin, who has a silver soft sword, Su Zelong is still overwhelmed.

In less than a moment, the situation on the field had turned around. Su Zelong has many colors all over his body, and there are even two parts that are still harmful!

"How about Su Zelong, you didn't expect me to get a magic weapon."

Xiong Xilin's face was pale, and he stroked the silver soft sword and said proudly:

"This magic weapon was obtained by my father at a great cost, the power is extraordinary, don't say it's against you, as long as I am willing, even if I fight hard with the master of the eighth stage of the Qi Sect, I may not be able to win!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Shengsheng has improved a person's strength from seven to eight ranks, this magic weapon is really extraordinary!

"You're kind of—"

Su Zelong was covered in blood, and forcibly supported himself from falling:

"Even if you win today, it's just relying on a divine weapon, not your real kung fu, it's not glorious, and you have the ability to fight with me in a dignified manner."

On the one hand, Su Zelong's remarks had the intention of delaying time, but on the other hand, he wanted to use the method of agitation to force the other party to put down the silver soft sword.

Unexpectedly, Xiong Xilin didn't buy it at all, shook his head and sighed:

"Su Zelong, Su Zelong, you are so naïve. Haven't you heard of a saying, a gentleman is good at hypocrisy, since I can defeat you with this magic weapon, then why don't I use it? What a joke. ”

"You don't want me to throw in the towel!"

Su Zelong stumbled to his feet and looked at Xiong Xilin with disdain:

"If you have the ability, you will kill me and make me surrender to people like you, don't think!"

Su Xuewu was startled when she heard this, and immediately shouted:

"Don't! Zelong, admit defeat quickly, don't be rash! ”

Only Su Tiannan on the side nodded slightly, and looked at his grandson with approving eyes:

"Zelong is really mature."

Su Tiannan is scheming and calculating, and he is old and well-established, so of course he knows what his grandson plans.

Since there is a young grandmaster like Chu Yi by his side, he will definitely not watch his own side fail, and it is only a matter of time before he makes a move. At that time, as long as Chu Yi makes a move, the other party will undoubtedly be defeated, and all Su Zelong has to do at this time is to make a heroic and unyielding appearance.

Chu Yi obviously also saw Su Zelong's thoughts, but he didn't break it, he just glanced at Su Tiannan, and his eyes seemed to say: You grandfather and grandson are actually playing tricks with me, and you are too underestimating me, a young grandmaster.

Su Tiannan looked at Shang Chu Yi indifferently, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and immediately blushed.

In the ring, Xiong Xilin was holding a silver soft sword, pressing step by step, and he had already forced Su Zelong, who was covered in blood, to the edge.

"I'll ask you again, will you surrender?"

Su Zelong looked at the long sword that glowed with cold light, gritted his teeth and said:

"You will die of this heart, Lao Tzu will never surrender to people like you!"

At this moment, a sigh came from the audience:

"Since the use of weapons in the ring is not a violation, then it is not too much for me to give him an elixir."

Before the words fell, I saw a young man flick his fingers, and a pill with a shimmering amber luster flew out sideways.

"Su Zelong, go on."

Hearing Chu Yi's voice, Su Zelong suddenly became excited, jumped up, picked up the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and instantly rushed to his whole body with a majestic and majestic force.

"Ah!!h

He raised his head to the sky and roared, the momentum around his body suddenly changed, his eyes were like torches, and he slammed into the ring with a punch. The marble-textured ring was blasted out of a large pit with a diameter of one foot square.

"You, you, you—"

Xiong Xilin looked at Su Zelong, who was like a god of war, dumbfounded, and took seven steps back:

"Airben Eighth Stage! You are actually a master of the eighth stage of the Qi Sect! ”

The audience was shaken!

Almost everyone stood up, even those super masters who had been famous for a long time couldn't help but stretch their necks, that young and middle-aged man was actually directly promoted to the eighth rank, what kind of panacea did he take?!

Looking at the field again, Su Zelong was like a god descending from the earth, and he punched Xiong Xilin, who was holding a sword, and his eyes burst with light, scanning the audience.

Quarterfinals - Su Zelong wins!

At this time, I saw Chu Yi shaking his head and sighing:

"Alas, if you win, you won, but it's a pity that I have a Gathering Spirit Pill."

Looking at Su Xuewu on the side, the smile was like a flower.