Seeing that the winner had been divided, the referee said in a deep voice: "Promotion, Xia Yin." In the next group, Han Zhen fought against Wang Can. ”

The two took the stage in response.

The man named Wang Can was born with five big and three thick, a leopard head and ringed eyes, and his appearance was extremely inconsistent with his age. On the other hand, Han Zhen is white and clean, thin and short. Both of them were bare-handed, and they didn't salute after they came on stage, just staring at each other.

"Game on!"

The two seemed to be enemies when they met, their eyes were red, and they got together without saying a word, leaving each other without leaving their hands, and their moves went straight to the point. provoked everyone in the audience to smack their tongues, I don't know what kind of grudge these two people have to be like this.

Wang Can is tall and has long arms, extraordinary strength, and a huge advantage in hand-to-hand combat, forcing Han Zhen to parry, and he has no time to fight back. That Wang Can saw the opportunity, burst into trouble, urged cultivation, and his palms emitted a burst of crimson light, like a red-hot charcoal fire, and went straight to Han Zhen's chest and slapped it.

"Qi Technique: Sun Burning Heart Palm!"

Han Zhen said badly in his heart, seeing that he couldn't dodge, he hurriedly raised his fists to protect his chest, and suffered this blow hard. only heard a "boom", and the whole person was knocked out of the way and fell heavily to the ground.

Although this blow failed to hit the vital point, it also made Han Zhen's blood boil. He barely stood up, panting as he stared at Wang Can viciously, his eyes burning with rage.

Seeing him so embarrassed, Wang Can laughed and said, "Haha, I just said that you are sick in your life, and you still don't believe it, otherwise why would you be panting so much?"

As soon as these words came out, Han Zhen was so angry that he felt a sweetness in his throat, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Can smiled even more proudly, "Hey, why is this condition still worsening? With so many people watching, you shouldn't want to blackmail me, right?"

Han Zhen suddenly smiled evilly, "Wang Can, Wang Can, you don't want to be proud, I'll make you a king!"

After that, as soon as the spiritual sense moved, the blood on the ground seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and they floated into the air one after another, turning into more than ten blood-colored arrows in front of Han Zhen.

"Psychic: Blood-Eating Arrow!"

The blood-colored arrow broke through the air in response, and the speed made Wang Can extremely shocked, and he hurriedly dodged with his body. Who knew that the arrow was actually controlled by Han Zhen's thoughts, constantly adjusting its direction in the air, and headed straight for Wang Can.

Wang Can had never seen such a strange move, and he was at a loss for a while, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the referee moved his body, instantly blocked in front of Wang Can, raised his hands, as if unfolding an invisible barrier, and stopped the flying arrows. The arrow turned into a puddle of blood in mid-air and landed on the ground.

"Promotion: Han Zhen. ”

"Hmph, it's almost a pity!" Seeing that Wang Can was unharmed, Han Zhen stepped down with hatred.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, discussing Han Zhen's strange moves.

One said: "Strange, why did this blood arrow turn its own direction?"

The other person said disdainfully: "What's so strange about this? Don't you see that it's all his own blood? ”

"I see, this trick is really powerful!"

The other person was obviously well-informed, thought for a while, and said, "Powerful is powerful, but the attack range of that blood arrow must be limited by spiritual sense, and it shouldn't fly too far." Moreover, when controlling the blood arrow, the cultivator's body should not be able to move, and it is very easy to become a living target for the opponent. Besides, look at Han Zhen's small body, how much blood can be wrung out? ”

Yang Keming also saw this kind of psychic power for the first time, and he was also very curious. However, he was not worried about meeting Han Zhen at all, with his strength, he was confident that he would be able to deal with Han Zhen before he could use his skills.

In the next few games, Yang Keming paid close attention to every player on the stage. Gradually, he realized that he had overestimated the strength of these people.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten competitions have been held, and most of the contestants can only master one exercise, and some people can't even master one exercise. Some people even temporarily went to the Qiling Pavilion to borrow exercises, resulting in a scene of the two of them watching and fighting after they came on stage, which caused everyone to laugh.

One of these two people practiced the same qi technique as Li Feiyu - "Foehn Wind". I saw that he finished reading the exercises first and took the lead in attacking. It's a pity that the cultivation is still shallow, and it is said to be a foehn wind, but the power is about the same as a fart, but it is obviously more embarrassing than a fart.

Fortunately, his opponent's cultivation is shallower, and he doesn't know much. Adhering to the principle that one inch is long and one inch is strong, he chose a qi technique called "Great Compassion Pudu All Living Beings Invincible Vajra Phantom Whirlwind Killer". Before the name was read, he saw that the opponent's "burning fart" was close in front of him, and hurriedly raised his hand to surrender.

Among the contestants, no one has been found to have a parasitic device. For first-year students, the spirit weapon is still very precious, unless you are lucky enough to obtain the Qi Crystal when hunting the Transformation Beast, otherwise it is difficult to exchange it for your own strength. So far, the only thing that can really make Yang Keming feel threatened is Xia Yin in the first game.

"The next group, Liu Da, Yang Keming. ”

Yang Keming was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "Liu Da, I haven't heard much of this person, I don't know what his strength is?"

I saw a person step into the ring. This person is of medium stature, ordinary in appearance, wearing red bronze armor, holding a Xuanhua axe, which looks quite weighty.

Seeing this, Yang Keming followed closely.

On weekdays, everyone takes care of their own practice and rarely interacts. Liu Da naturally didn't recognize Yang Keming, but just nodded slightly.

"Game on!"

Liu Da didn't say a word, and slashed at Yang Keming with an axe.

Whoever wields an axe loves to slash vigorously in order to kill with one blow. But in this way, it is difficult to take into account the speed, and Liu Da's attack seems to Yang Keming to be like an old man taking a walk after dinner, and he can easily dodge it without even using his spiritual eye.

After a few moves between the two, Yang Keming felt a little boring, so he said: "If there are any other moves, use them quickly, otherwise you won't have a chance." ”

Liu Da was a little upset when he missed the frequent attacks, and when he saw Yang Keming's provocative remarks, he said angrily: "What kind of man is hiding in Tibet?

After that, he slashed down with an axe.

"I'm not hungry, and besides, your axe doesn't look good. ”

Yang Keming smiled, turned sideways slightly, calmly avoided the attack, and then urged his spiritual sense, and two invisible sword qi shot out from his eyes, heading straight for Liu Da.

"Lingtong: Sword Pupil!"

Liu Da only felt a flower in front of him, a dizziness in his brain, and the whole person stood motionless. Yang Keming flipped his palm, summoned out the "instant red dust", and then bullied forward, and took advantage of Liu Da's trance to put the blade on his neck.

As soon as Liu Da came back to his senses, he felt a coldness in his neck, and he couldn't help but be shocked. I regretted that I didn't use my qi skills earlier, but unfortunately it was too late, so I had to raise my hand and surrender.

"The one who was promoted, Yang Keming. ”

Yang Keming smiled slightly, put away the dagger, and walked off the stage in a dashing manner. Passing by Xia Yin's side, the two glanced at each other and looked at each other secretly.

Yang Keming's performance attracted everyone's sideways, and they started talking about it in twos and threes.

One of them stabbed the people around him and said, "Hey, did you see it?

Another person said: "See! Is this spiritual weapon really so evil? You see that Liu Da was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, stretched his neck and waited for someone to cut it." ”

"Isn't it! No wonder this guy is in and out of pairs with Banhua Bai Muzhi all day long, and he hasn't been killed yet, it turns out that there is a spiritual parasitic weapon!"

The other person said firmly: "Hmph, you wait, sooner or later I will have to get one!"

"Forget it, do you know the value of this parasitic weapon? Not to mention us, not even a few third-year students have it. ”

"What kind of spiritual device, I mean to get a female companion like Bai Muzhi!" The other person said, looking at the sky, and said with a longing face: "Hehe, with such a beautiful confidant, what kind of bullshit spiritual device do you need!"

"The next group, Ma Hualong, Hu Hehai. ”

"It's Ma Hualong, Ma Hualong is going to play!"

Hearing Ma Hualong's name, the crowd suddenly became lively.