The crowd watching outside the martial arts arena all frowned and looked right.

In the field, a fourth-grade martial artist faced a fifth-grade Taoist priest in Wuqing Mountain.

Both of them were freehanded, using all their might.

A huge martial arts arena can no longer find a piece of intact ground at this time.

The craters are so full of craters that it's like you've been hit by a meteorite.

The Wupin Taoist priest has great internal skills, and with his qi unloading force, many slams have been directly turned by him with his push hand and hit the ground.

The warriors of the fourth rank are specialized in cultivating the stick method, a stick, sweeping the audience with a whistling roar, and every blow has the power of explosion.

All the ground that was smashed by the strength of the Qi Mei stick was blasted open like a bomb.

The flying rubble alone hits a person like the fragments of a grenade.

But the five-grade Taoist priest, although his face was solemn, his movements were smooth.

Shuttling, dodging, and sometimes attacking with palms.

As the number one master of Wuqing Mountain, Mu Yundao, who was sitting on the judges' seat, was quite satisfied with the performance of his juniors of the same sect, and nodded frequently from time to time.

In Chen Tianao's opinion, it is also this Wuqing Daoist who is a five-grade person who is better.

Because compared to his opponents, he has obviously achieved the freedom of retraction.

When he made a move, every blow on the cooked copper stick would make the opponent of Sipin miserable and wounded.

On the other hand, the four-rank martial artist, although the challenge is determined, the big opening and closing, and the stick method has full power, but the strength is released and cannot be condensed, and the strength will soon weaken.

Sure enough, five or six rounds passed.

The stick bearer was already out of breath, and as soon as his footwork was retracted, he directly admitted defeat.

"Wuqing Mountain, Mingchong Taoist wins!"

With Chen Tianao's announcement.

The first two games decided today's two rookies.

They are the lone martial artist, the swordsman Zhu Yu, and the Ming Chong Taoist of Wuqing Mountain, all of which are five grades!

Their opponents are all four-pin.

But judging from the performance on the field, it was still defeated relatively easily.

The following products are against the top grades, and the difficulty is really too high!

After a brief silence, everyone's minds finally lifted.

Many people are actually waiting for the next game to rush early.

The warrior of the four-pin Ancheng, what a swordsman!

Six-grade lone martial artist, Han Xinrui!

Cross the two levels of the challenge!

The hearts of the audience have long been hung in the air by the first two games.

Four products hit five products, and the results were all fiascos without suspense.

So what will happen if he is crazy about four products and six products?

Everyone already understands that He Mad's opponent Han Xinrui will definitely not have any hands left.

Because to live.

Only by winning the battle against He Mad can Han Xinrui truly get Chen Tianao's treatment.

There is only one such opportunity.

And no matter how mad, you can't be defeated!

He is a dual-minded martial artist who cultivates swords with a fighting spirit.

Strong self-confidence and fearless determination are the foundation of his cultivation and advancement!

If you lose the battle and your mentality collapses, then the path of mind cultivation will be cut off from now on, and your strength will drop sharply.

It will even fall directly to the strength of the third grade!

This one is the highlight of today.

It's really true, life and death fight!

Chen Tianao sat on the judges' bench and did not make any remarks.

The monks of Dalin Temple, standing on the sidelines, watched the time.

"Warrior, debut!"

He Madness walked slowly onto the martial arts arena that was already like after the earthquake, with a withered bamboo pinned to his waist, his red hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes were introverted, and his hands were holding his arms, as steady as Mount Tai.

Han Xinrui was like a ghost, floating directly into the field, on top of the white robe, her face was as pure as jade, her eyes were faintly sharp, and she no longer had the cuteness she had at that time.

Yes, only the desire to win.

Boom!

A gong sounded.

The competition has officially begun!

To everyone's surprise, Han Xinrui was the first to attack!

A white shadow floated like a ghost, like a withered leaf blown by the breeze, and it actually swirled in mid-air, and came directly and softly to He Yan.

He Mad's eyes froze, and he didn't pull out the withered bamboo on his waist, but retreated!

But no matter how he spun and moved, Han Xinrui's white figure was like a kite tied to him with a rope, chasing after him!

There is no way to avoid it, Han Xinrui finally deceived herself to the front.

A cold light suddenly flashed silently from his robe, as if it had been there for a long time.

Rapier!

A soft rapier that is two meters long!

With a slight tremor sound, as if harmless, it went straight to the heart of He Madness!

He Crazy shouted, an iron plate bridge, his feet were nailed to the ground, and his upper body was directly folded back, forming an almost right-angled back style!

It was only after he dodged this deadly sword!

Taking advantage of Han Xinrui's miss, He Crazy hurriedly flipped back and widened the distance.

Feng Lingyue was beside her, her brows were twisted into Sichuan characters, and she muttered a sigh of emotion.

"It's dangerous!"

In the first round, He Crazy was almost killed in seconds!

Han Xinrui landed lightly on the ground and turned around, her face expressionless.

The figure was still shrouded in the wide white robe, and the thin sword was long gone.

The expressions of the onlookers were extremely solemn.

Han Xinrui finally revealed the true strength of her six-rank master!

This thin sword can be attacked from anywhere under the robe, and with her ghostly body, it is simply unavoidable!

At this moment, He Mad stared at Han Xinrui opposite, his face became a little unsightly, and some sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Suddenly, the onlookers found that a little red suddenly oozed from the tattered clothes on He Mad's chest, and it gradually expanded into a small circle.

"I'm actually hurt!" Someone next to him couldn't help but exclaim.

This time, everyone looked at Han Xinrui's gaze and was even more shocked.

That sword, obviously didn't stab He Madness!

"Master, how could He Mad get hurt?" Feng Lingyue's face was full of confusion.

Chen Tianao said lightly: "Han Xinrui now, even if it is an ordinary sword, it has already reached the level of sword qi without charging strength, and the blow just now, He Qian is still too close. ”

"That's right, and Han Xinrui's current style is far better than him, this one, He Mad is really difficult to fight."

Wang Zuolin, who was sitting next to him, added with a rare opening.

Feng Lingyue muttered to herself: "This is ...... Is the strength of the six-grade master? ”

With a gesture, you can kill people invisibly without a sound!

The sword can be blocked, but the sword qi is invisible, how to resist?

The body method is not what He Mad is good at, Han Xinrui's strength is not only as simple as the six products, but also the top existence among the six products!

Everyone's eyes were all focused on He Mad.

Bleeding in the chest, facing a formidably strong opponent.

He was crazy and actually laughed.

Then slowly pulled out the inconspicuous withered bamboo from his waist.