There is almost no suspense in this competition.

Qian Mo, who was frustrated with himself, didn't leave the other party a chance, and the strong true qi like a hurricane rolled up the other party's figure and slammed it on the ground.

Lin Xin, who witnessed everything, obviously felt the strength of Qianmo, that hurricane was not just as simple as true qi, obviously, Qianmo and Qianqian, Xia Haoran had comprehended the law.

Lin Xin didn't know why he was so clear, because he didn't know that when he himself comprehended the laws of heaven and earth, then he would definitely be able to feel the fluctuations of the laws from other people's moves.

The three thousand avenues have the same destination.

However, the little monk Huimeng in the third scene continued the previous strategy and began to fight, and the little monk was like a turtle hiding in a turtle shell, never coming out in the golden light. The little monk's opponent was a sturdy young man, and Lin Xin was very impressed by this young man, holding a two-person tall giant axe in his hand, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

But no matter how hard the sturdy young man tried, he couldn't break through the little monk's defenses, no matter how hard he tried, until finally his true qi dried up, and the tiger's mouth cracked because of too much force.

"You...... Do you dare to tear off your defenses, you little bald donkey!" The sturdy young man obviously had no tricks, and opened his mouth to scold, as if he wanted to provoke Hui Meng to anger.

But the little monk had always had the same style, sitting cross-legged on the ground and reciting Buddhist scriptures, but Lin Xin found that while the hardcover boy was scolding, the little monk's voice became a little louder.

This is good, it turns out that the little monk recited the Buddhist scriptures because he didn't want to hear other people's insults to him.

Lin Xin laughed out loud, he didn't expect the little monk to look cute and cute, but he didn't want to be cheap and instigated in his bones.

In the end, the sturdy boy was really helpless, and he collapsed from exhaustion, and the little monk tore away the golden light and knocked the sturdy boy to the ground with the staff in his hand.

After the three fights, the audience in the arena was extremely unconvinced, and the tavern where Cui Chao was located was also full of boos, obviously most of them were extremely dissatisfied.

Also, the first fight, although it was tragic, but the two sides only shot twice, the second fight was a blow to determine the winner, and the third game was even more excessive, from beginning to end only saw the sturdy young man Wu Gang cutting Gui with a big axe and constantly chopping, there was no wonderful ingredient at all.

"After a stick of incense, the next fight begins. The middle-aged monk obviously didn't care about these discussions, after all, his duty was to ensure the normal operation of the sect Dabi.

The middle-aged monk's name was Wu Peng, and he was Qiu Ming's disciple.

The Sect Contest is a selection conducted by many sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm of the Huangfeng Continent, and the four people in the Accord represent several of the strongest sects, while there are also many weaker sects in the others, and they also want to absorb geniuses from the many students in this sect competition.

The moment of a stick of incense passed quickly, and Lin Xin stood up from the seat in the rest room and slowly moved his muscles.

It was he who played in the fourth fight, and his opponent was obviously famous in the imperial capital, but just appeared, and the whole arena erupted in cheers, and there were some aristocratic girls who did not care about their dignity, but screamed, like a rooster crowing in the morning.

"What's the matter with this guy. Lin Xin poked Qianmo, who was still depressed on the side.

Qian Mo just raised his head, squinted his eyes and said: "This guy is Li Cangtian, the only son of General Da Xiali, who usually stinks to death, and always feels that he is invincible in the world." ”

Hearing Qianmo's words, Lin Xin nodded, for some reason he felt more cordial, and always felt that this person was very much like a classmate he was once familiar with.

Even the style of the name is slightly similar.

The two stood in the ring at the same time, and Lin Xin looked at each other with his hands in his trouser pockets. Li Cangtian was extremely excited and yelled at the audience.

But Lin Xin couldn't help laughing and laughed, in his eyes, Li Cangtian looked like a yelling baboon.

Obviously, this noble young master did not know what kind of animal the baboon was.

"Boy, it's better for you to abstain from voting now, so as not to suffer from flesh and skin later. Li Cangtian suddenly shouted to Lin Xin.

But Lin Xin didn't answer him immediately, but carefully felt the true qi in his body.

In the scramble battle, Lin Xin used his strongest blow, and there was not much true qi left in his body, although he rested for a while, the true qi in his body was still not full, and at most he recovered eighty percent.

"Hmm...... It seems that the gossip and eight styles are not available. Lin Xin thought to himself, and put on a preparatory posture, and the Xuantie Water Fire Stick appeared in both hands.

"T-turn?" Li Cangtian furrowed his eyebrows. There are not many warriors who use T-shaped crutches. The T-shaped crutch is a double crutch, which is said to be a kind of crutch, but after all, it is a short-handled weapon. As the saying goes, an inch is short and an inch is dangerous, and Lin Sin, who used crutches, undoubtedly pushed himself into a dangerous situation.

However, what does this have to do with Li Cangtian? Just the thoughts drifted slightly, and a weapon also appeared in Li Cangtian's hand—a hundred silver long swords, and a little cold light slowly swallowed from above.

"Damn, don't have a face!" Qian Mo shouted and stood up, "What did General Li think, he actually handed over the Cold Spirit Sword to Li Cangtian?"

Qian Mo couldn't believe the facts in front of him, the Cold Spirit Sword was General Li's sword, and it was a high-grade spiritual weapon.

"It seems that General Lee is worried about his son. A voice sounded from behind Qian Mo, and when Qian Mo turned around, the person who spoke was Xia Haoran, who had just been seriously injured. Xia Haoran was still pale at this time, but there was a little more blood, and he had obviously recovered a little.

"You...... How did you run out. Qian Mo said with some embarrassment, he never thought that Xia Haoran would talk to him at this moment.

But Xia Haoran just shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "The compartment is so stuffy, how can I stay in it all the time, but then again......" Xia Haoran's expression changed and paused, "It's you, I never thought that you would thank me." ”

Xia Haoran's face was full of playfulness, but Qian Mo's expression was even more complicated, and he said with a long neck: "What's the matter, I'll thank you, master!"

Seeing that Qian Mo's reaction was so violent, Xia Haoran was obviously even happier, patted Qian Mo's shoulder, sat next to him, and looked into the arena.

"Tsundere and black-bellied......" The little monk Huimeng muttered to himself on the side, taking everything in his eyes.

As soon as the Cold Spirit Sword came out, the audience in the entire arena seemed to have regained their strength and erupted in cheers again.

It is no wonder that the name of this high-grade spiritual weapon is too big, and General Li, as the most famous general in Great Xia, has made great achievements and won the hearts of the people.

On the other side, Lin Xin felt a trace of pressure, and the feeling of oppression from the Cold Spirit Sword made the young man speechless, but stared nervously at Li Cangtian.

"It's too late to surrender. Seeing Lin Xin was like seeing a flood beast, Li Cangtian smiled with satisfaction, obviously, he didn't take Lin Xin in his eyes at all.

When the two started a mental struggle, Wu Peng's voice sounded on the side.

"Now, the competition begins!"

Wu Peng announced and rang the small bell in his hand.