Qin Xin saw Zhao Biao walking towards the competition table step by step, his face did not show surprise, if it was not Xiang Zhe's followers who walked on the competition stage at this time, he would be surprised.

"Brother Xin, what's going on, it can't be so coincidental, right?...... it really be Xiang Zhe's person" Qiu Miaoxue didn't expect that Qin Xin's opponent would be Zhao Biao, and when she saw Zhao Biao walking on the test platform, her face was full of surprise.

Zhao Biao walked onto the stage, handed over his number plate to the black-robed man, and then turned around and stood on the stage, hehe sneered, with a pair of triangular eyes, staring at Qin Xin under the stage with burning eyes, his eyes were full of provocative looks.

Zhao Biao is burly, with a face full of horizontal meat, wearing a wide green shirt, revealing black chest hair, and holding a bright big knife in his hand, like a butcher in the secular world, the spiritual light on the knife flashes, as if it is a high-grade spiritual weapon.

"Brother Xin, let's admit defeat directly, hmph! It must have been designed by them. Qiu Miaoxue pulled Qin Xin, who was about to come to the stage, and said anxiously: "Even if I admit defeat this time, I don't believe that such a coincidence can still draw their people next time." ”

Qin Xin looked at the anxious Qiu Miaoxue, patted her jade hand gently, and said with a smile: "You don't believe your master so much?"

Qiu Miaoxue was stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud, isn't this what she said to Qin Xin before she came on stage that day?

Although she smiled, she was still not at ease, pulled Qin Xin and did not let go, and said hesitantly: "What time is it, you are still joking, he is a cultivator of the sixth layer of the Ling Period, and you are only the third layer of the Ling Period, I am afraid of ......."

"Don't worry, Miaoxue, I'll be fine. Qin Xin felt Qiu Miaoxue's worry, and said softly in his heart.

Qin Xin's voice was not loud, but his tone was very firm, Qiu Miaoxue looked at his confident expression, so she had to slowly let go of her hands and said softly, "You...... Be careful, if you can't do it, you ....... ”

Qin Xin smiled at her and interrupted her: "Don't worry, when the game is over, let's go to the Drunken Immortal Residence to celebrate the success." ”

After speaking, he strode onto the test table without looking back.

After stepping onto the stage, he didn't look at Yue Biao, and respectfully handed the number plate to the black-robed man.

The black-robed man took his number plate, took it in his hand and checked it, and looked at Qin Xin a few more times before immersing his divine sense in it.

After a while, the black-robed man retracted his senses, and said in a hoarse voice with an expressionless face: "I think you have all watched the games in the past few days, and I won't talk about a lot of nonsense, I don't know if you two are ready?"

"Ready. Qin Xin and Zhao Biao said at the same time.

"Alright, let's start the game. The black-robed man slowly walked to the corner of the arena, his face showing a playful look.

"Little brute, show your guy. As soon as Zhao Biao and the other black-robed men left, they said in a rough voice.

Like "little beasts, dog mongrels ......" and so on, he and a few other people didn't know how many times they had scolded Qin Xin, so when they saw that Qin Xin didn't have a weapon in his hand, he opened his mouth and shouted.

"I don't have any weapons, only a pair of iron fists, and I believe that these iron fists should be enough to deal with a mad dog. ”

Qin Xin hated Zhao Biao and the others for their rude words, not for a day or two, but if he was asked to scold any vicious language, he couldn't scold it, so he could only scold "mad dog" over and over again.

Zhao Biao's triangular eyes widened, gritted his teeth, and said angrily word by word: "Find-die-since you little bastard are so big, then don't blame grandpa's guillotine for being ruthless." ”

Qin Xin is not a big deal, he and Qiu Miaoxue have gone to Fang City several times in the past few days, and they haven't even seen a good weapon.

The fighting method of the immortal cultivation world is not to compare whose knives and swords are sharper, but to see whose spiritual weapon is of high rank, spiritual enough, and powerful spell casting.

So after seeing so many games, he felt that it was not as convenient as his fist to find a random weapon.

Qin Xin didn't want to fight with him anymore, one leg slid back half a step, the other leg arched slightly, the toes touched the ground, the right hand was behind him, the left hand stretched forward with one palm, slowly clenched, put on a seven-step fist starting pose, and looked at Zhao Biao quietly.

Zhao Biao didn't know what Qin Xin meant by posing in this pose, but he had already regarded Qin Xin as a dead person in his heart, and he sneered a few times, but he was not in a hurry to attack.

An opponent of the third layer of the Naling Period, and he didn't have a spiritual weapon in his hand, he couldn't be interested.

He didn't want to defeat Qin Xin now, but how to beat him quietly before Qin Xin admits defeat, breaking his bones and tendons, or killing him with one move.

In front of the No. 10 competition stage, except for Xiang Zhe and Qiu Miaoxue, no other disciples came to watch the game, and it was normal for the first round of the knockout round to have few spectators.

What's more, the confrontation between a monk of the sixth layer of the Naling period and a monk of the third layer of the Naling period is even more interesting, and the result is that most of the monks of the third layer of the Naling period will take the initiative to admit defeat at the beginning.

Therefore, some disciples who watched walked away without looking at the situation on the stage even if they passed by the No. 10 competition platform and saw the situation on the stage.

If there were many people watching, Zhao Biao might have to think about how to create the illusion of accidental injury, but now, Zhao Biao knew that the referee would not stop him from torturing Qin Xin, and he already knew about buying the referee from Xiang Zhe.

Zhao Biao saw Qin Xin standing on the opposite side calmly, and couldn't help but turn grim, and shouted loudly: "Little bastard, go and die." ”

After speaking, he kept injecting the spiritual power in his body into the guillotine knife in his hand, and the big knife in his hand seemed to be alive, and suddenly the spiritual light was shining, and he trembled non-stop, and made a "buzzing" sound from time to time.

After Zhao Biao finished casting the spell, he laughed wildly, held the big knife tightly, and took a big stride towards Qin Xin, one step, two steps, three steps......

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Qin Xin, but since Qin Xin posed, it was as if he had been nailed to the ring, calm and motionless.

The more Zhao Biao looked at Qin Xin, the more angry he became, and thought to himself: "Little bastard, I think you can only wait for death, let you speak wildly, do I split you into two pieces with one sword, or do I cut you in two by the waist?" or cut off your legs to make you wail more than ......"

The two were not far apart, so Zhao Biao didn't run a few steps before rushing in front of Qin Xin, and he didn't allow him to think much at this time, he waved the big knife in his hand and was about to slash at Qin Xin.

Right here, Qin Xin suddenly smiled mysteriously, and the right hand behind him suddenly rose up, and at some point, there was a palm-sized black bell in his hand, and the small bell was black and inconspicuous.

Qin Xin just used two fingers, gently pinched Xiao Zhong's bell nose, and gently shook Xiao Zhong at Zhao Biao who rushed over.

"Dang" sounded softly, this sound didn't seem to be very loud, but Zhao Biao heard a thunder in his ears, and at the same time as the sound sounded, he felt the deepest part of his soul, as if he had been stabbed by something.

He felt that his head suddenly weighed as much as a thousand pounds, so heavy that he could barely lift it, and his eyes suddenly went black, his hands were soft, and the big knife in his hand was buzzing, and it fell on the competition table with a "bang".

Zhao Biao covered his ears with both hands, his face looked painful, and then his legs were weak, and he almost sat down on the competition table.

Qin Xin was not in a hurry, he did not wait for Zhao Biao to sit on the ground, but punched the boxer who had been prepared in front of him and punched Zhao Biao in the chest.

This punch was clean and neat, just right, as if Zhao Biao deliberately bumped into him and let him fight.

only heard a crisp sound of "click", and Zhao Biao's ribs didn't know how many were broken, and at the same time, Zhao Biao's fat body was knocked away by Qin Xin's punch and fell heavily in the ring.

At the same time that Zhao Biao landed on the stage, he suddenly came to his senses, a pool of blood spurted out of his mouth, his face was full of disbelief, and he struggled to stand up.

But he tried hard twice but didn't stand up, and he hurriedly mentioned the spiritual power in his body in a panic, but found that the spiritual power in the dantian was empty, and the cold qi in his body kept running around in his body.

After feeling these cold qi, he couldn't help but shiver a few times, and the aura in the meridians was also scattered, and he couldn't mention a trace of aura at all.

Qin Xin knocked Zhao Biao away with one punch, which he had studied during this time, and he had not completely refined the pseudo-Taiyi True Qi.

Through the study of Xuanwu Shield during this time, he had basically determined that the pseudo-Taiyi True Qi of his body was really not completely refined.

Of the true qi in his body, only a small part was refined into pseudo-Taiyi true qi, and a large part of the gas was left, which was the yin qi he absorbed in the Yin Spirit Cave.

Although these yin qi were also ignited by the spiritual coal in the sea of divine consciousness, they were not completely transformed into pseudo-Taiyi true qi, but became another special existence.

Moreover, he found that the cold qi of this gas had not weakened, because every time he was playing a seven-step fist or practicing a basic sword technique, Taiyi Yin Qi would be emitted along with the strength of his fist or sword qi.

In order to distinguish it from the pseudo-Taiyi True Qi, he temporarily referred to these gases as the Taiyi Yin Qi.

With this discovery, he boldly made several attempts, that is, he tried to drive the Taiyi Yin Qi with the method of driving internal strength in the secular world, and the experiment found that there was no obstacle to the use of Taiyi Yin Qi in this way.

Then he used the method of driving the aura to drive the Taiyi Yin Qi, and found that although the Taiyi Yin Qi could also be driven freely, he could not cast spells with the Taiyi Yin Qi.

That is to say, Taiyi Yin Qi, although it cannot cast spells, can be used directly as mana.

For example, it is not possible to use Taiyi Yin Qi to condense a fireball technique, but you can use Taiyi Yin Qi to use the exorcism technique.

It is not possible to use Taiyi Yin Qi to cast a water arrow technique to attack the enemy, but you can directly force Taiyi Yin Qi out of the body to attack the enemy.

It is not possible to use Taiyi Yin Qi to condense a shield, but you can directly use Taiyin Qi to block the enemy's spell attacks.

With this discovery, Qin Xin was overjoyed, and continued to practice in the room or in the Yanwu Hall, and finally became extremely familiar with Taiyi's Yin Power practice.

The punch just now was that he gathered momentum to punch the Taiyi Yin Qi in his body into Zhao Biao's body, not only crushing Zhao Biao's ribs, but also sending these Yin Qi into Zhao Biao's body.