August 15, osmanthus fragrant, full moon, as the most grand festival in the mortal world except the Spring Festival, the festival of mid-autumn, the literati and sorcerers derived countless poems and sentences.

'The jade plate in front of the palace is endless, the homesick beauty twists the red silk', 'The moon girl is in the shape of a single shadow pity, and she regrets stealing medicine to be a fairy!', 'The full moon hangs in the blue sky every year, and the old people send homesickness every year', the secular world is a grand scene of eating moon cakes and enjoying the moon, and the 60-year Jiazi Dabi in the cultivation world will also kick off on this day.

Compared with the previous judges served by the sect masters of the major factions, this time the lineup of judges is unprecedentedly luxurious, in addition to the suzerain Li 12 as the judge of the Daqing Dynasty, there are still Confucian palace sacrificial wine king Shouren, Taoist real person Lu Chunyang, Buddhist Dade Zen Master, Maoshan faction Zhang Yuan slow Zhang Tianshi, Sword Sect Punishment Hall Master Sun Jin, Jiufang Mountain Sect Master Xuanyuan Old Man, these people are all big people who have to tremble three times even if they are placed on the entire continent, they all sit on the high platform, or close their eyes, or talk and laugh with the people around them, without the slightest tension。

There is another person on the high platform who has to mention, Daqing princess Liu Hanlian, the name is taken from "Hanlian has not been incense, the night of rain into the lotus field, the jade plate dripping with green bead curtains, three or two frogs and cicadas." The first two words in this poem, Princess Hanlian has already passed away, but she has not yet returned to Ning, and is most loved by Emperor Liu Zheng, known for her intelligence and gentleness.

The son of Han Lian came to Jiazi Dabi this time, although he is not a judge, but it represents the importance of the Daqing royal family to this Jiazi Dabi.

Lu Chunyang glanced at the sect master of Jiufang Mountain, who was chatting with the Xuegong Sacrifice Wine beside him, picked up the burgundy gourd on his side and took a sip, handed it to Zhang Yuanslow, and said with a smile: "Yuan Slow, have you killed any big demons recently? Daqing no, you can go to the mirror wheel for a while, if you want to worry, call the old Taoist to come with you." ”

Heavenly Master Zhang Yuanslow took the wine gourd and poured a big sip, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle, don't tease me anymore, I don't know, what is your old man's identity, and that black and thin girl can enter your eyes? If you knew it earlier, give me 10,000 people who dare not touch my uncle." ”

Lu Chunyang snatched the wine jug and muttered: "You kid save me a little, I still have resentment in my heart when I look at you, but it's no wonder you, who called you a low realm, you look at how transparent the old man Xuan Yuan is, and take out four immortal weapons in one go." Tsk, Jiufang Mountain is rich, how can we be like us who are poor and old, shaving food everywhere, and it is easy to disgust people if we are not careful, it's difficult. ”

The Zen master twisted his fingers and smiled silently, and Wang Shouren smiled and bowed.

The old man Xuanyuan turned his head and replied with a smile: "Old man, I am not deaf yet, I can hear it, if you don't dislike it, let the disciples come to my Jiufang Mountain to hang a name, I dare not guarantee the immortal weapon, I still said that the high-level Xuanqi can be counted." ”

Lu Chunyang leaned back in his chair to avoid Xuanyuan's gaze, and said in a sullen voice: "There are many disciples, I can't be the master of all of them, the main sect is to be able to say one or two, and it can also be regarded as their creation." ”

"Hmph, grandma, it seems that you are rich, right, you have the ability to persuade a disciple of my Taoist family to change the court, I am your Xuanyuan old man's ability. Lu Chunyang cursed in a low voice.

Zhang Yuan listened to the curse of the uncle next to him slowly, and couldn't help but want to laugh, so he quickly picked up the fire spirit fruit in front of him and took a bite, he had already understood the temper of the uncle before he established himself, and he went straight to the point, what to say, never suffocated himself, he would only disgust others, after so many years, the uncle was still the uncle, who called the old man a big man and a high realm.

Sun Jin, the Sword Sect on the side, obviously heard it, and the corners of his mouth, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth, the mouth of the old man, killing people and punishing the heart without seeing blood, he couldn't do this, he would only come out of the sword, and the sword would see blood.

Although the old man deliberately lowered his voice, who were the people here, the top cultivators in the entire continent, except for Princess Hanlian who didn't know why, almost everyone heard the words of the old man, Xuanyuan shook his head with a wry smile, Wang Shouren comforted Xuanyuan in a low voice on the side, and stopped looking at the nose and nose, and the nose and heart, deaf to the ear, and fell quiet.

There has long been a ban on the high platform, and there are occasionally some old people of the sect who can see the situation on the high platform in the dense crowd on the platform, but they don't know what the big people above say, why the heavenly master can't help but laugh and endure so hard.

The sun was in the blue sky, a series of thunderous roars resounded throughout the four platforms, Li Twelve stepped on the fairy sword Taibai appeared in front of the high platform in a flash, Sun Jin's eyelids trembled slightly, and the famous sword 'Fengfu' that was kept in a certain hole whispered, Sun Jin's heart was appeased, and he did not open his eyes, Li Twelve raised his eyes and glanced at the judges on the high platform, everyone nodded, Li Twelve turned around and glanced at the thousands of cultivators on the platform, these people are the leaders of the human race, the future pillars of talent, and nodded lightly.

"Jiazi Dabi, Kai!"

The low and loud voice spread throughout the entire Qinglian Sword Sect, as if it was going to spread farther to the Mirror Wheel, Xun Kingdom, and Yunlong Dynasty, so that the long-awaited Jiazi Dabi of the entire continent finally began.

In an instant, one after another rings rose from the four platforms and the Guhong platform on the opposite bank, and a shield light curtain rose with it, and the disciples of Jiufang Mountain who were in charge of the game records quickly dispersed between the rings, and the monks who had already made it clear about their comparison rounds entered the ring separately, or rubbed their fists, or closed their eyes and concentrated, all waiting for the order of the judge beside them.

Hu Chen's opponent is a cultivator who walks the pure martial arts, the whole person looks mighty, without a shirt, the bronzed chest muscles and thick iron arms show his deep martial arts foundation when forging the body and refining the bones, and from time to time he roared at Hu Chen, a pair of iron fists collided with each other, and the fierce look was vicious, as if he was about to rush over and tear the not strong Hu Chen to pieces when the judge next to him shouted.

Hu Chen didn't care too much about the threat of the big man, now that he has entered the pneumatic realm, he has recently found a lot of treasures, and learned a few secret methods, there are only a handful of people in the same level who want to win him, and the only drawback is that he lacks some actual combat experience. Of course, these were all analyzed by Lin Qingyue in private, and he never felt that he was already so strong.

"When", a long and thick bell rang, representing the official start of Jiazi Dabi. For a while, the light flashed between the various rings, or the fists shook the light curtain, and from time to time, cultivators with too big a gap were blasted out of the light curtain, completely losing the competition to advance to the next round.

Failed cultivators are more frustrated and leave, some are unwilling to lose and cry bitterly, are persuaded to leave by the disciples of the Sword Sect who are in charge of the order of the venue, and those who can't control their temper and want to do it are all thrown into the duckweed river to sober up, and those cultivators have to come to apologize accompanied by the elders of the sect when they wake up after drinking enough river water.

The rules of Jiazi Dabi are extremely simple, if you go out of the light curtain or surrender voluntarily, you will lose, and it is forbidden to bring living creatures into battle, and nothing else. That is to say, in addition to not being able to use living spiritual objects such as mounts and rare beasts, other spiritual objects such as armor, talismans, exercises, weapons, etc., are not within this limit, which leads to the huge disparity in the combat power of many cultivators who are originally equivalent to the realm because of the huge disparity in the combat power of these foreign objects, and some cultivators are beaten out of the light curtain as soon as the bell rings.

Hu Chen did not take it lightly when facing the burly man, although the red-faced man looked like the five big and three rough and simple-minded, for so many years he always remembered what Zhang Sanfeng said, 'Those who think others are stupid are really stupid', he always believes that no one who can step into the path of cultivation is really stupid, but everyone's chances are different.

Hu Chen had already performed two small spells on himself when the big man showed off his martial arts, one was a wind shift, and the other was a light body, both of which were techniques to make the body lighter and more flexible, and then when the bell rang, he punished the thorn technique to hinder the march of the big man, and the man was real, completely ignoring the pain of the thorns, and rampage like a bull, in his eyes, as long as he entered Hu Chen's side, he would win.

Compared with the brutal collision of the red-faced man, Hu Chen is much lighter, the big man is also a real person at a glance, and there are not too many foreign objects to add to his body, from his bare body to the enemy can know a little bit or two, either the sect is poor, or he is extremely confident in his own strength, the man is obviously the latter, but he ignores one point, Hu Chen has always used some small techniques that can be controlled by practicing qi to fight the enemy, and he has not taken out all his strength.

After running around the ring for a few laps, the red-faced man roared angrily, jumped high, beat the ring with both fists, and took advantage of Hu Chen's unstable foothold to rush straight to Hu Chen, punching out the sound of wind and thunder, enveloping Hu Chen's whole body, avoiding it, Hu Chen had no choice but to have the strength of the pneumatic initial realm to punch, after a few punches, the red-faced man's surprise gradually thickened, I didn't expect Hu Chen to be not only a Qi practitioner in the Dan Realm, but also a martial artist who stepped into the pneumatic realm, and his fists and legs were not weak.

The red-faced man stood up suddenly, his fists collided again, and he bowed to Hu Chen with a solemn face, he already knew that he had no chance of winning, in addition to thanking Hu Chen for not using strong means to make him withdraw from the field at the beginning, he also apologized for what he had just done, and he wanted to use this gift to invite Hu Chen to fight with him with pure martial arts, he knew that he was a little strong, but he had to do it, the sect needed his victory, and he did not allow his pride to be defeated in the first game.

Hu Chen understood the red-faced man's intentions, and did not answer directly, the red-faced man looked at Hu Chen, his face was cloudy, and he became even more red. His request was a bit rude, and there was no need to bet on himself in the game that the opponent would win the game, and it was not a good feeling to pin all his hopes on the enemy.

Hu Chen smiled slightly, nodded in agreement, withdrew the few spells added to his body and the trap he had just laid around for so long, and moved his hands and feet, he also wanted to take this opportunity to try how heavy his fists were.

The man's eyes were red, his fists slammed together, and he bowed to Hu Chen again, and Hu Chen also returned the salute with both fists. The man got up and said in a loud voice: "My name is Peng Yu, what is your name, no matter how you win or lose, I will settle you!"

Hu Chen replied with a smile: "My name is Hu Chen, Brother Peng, please!"

The man no longer replied, his footsteps stepped heavily on the ring, the smoke and dust rose suddenly, and a pair of iron fists smashed down towards Hu Chen's head like a drum, Peng Xuan's fist did not have any profound boxing skills, only one point, the momentum was strong and heavy, Hu Chenchun resisted with both fists, it was inevitable that he was a little big, step by step, and he was only one step away from being knocked out of the ring.

Hu Chen stood still with his feet, glanced at the edge of the ring, and then looked at Peng Yu, who was blushing and smashing with all his strength with his eyes closed, smiling slyly, and sideways when Peng Yu's fist smashed in front of him.

Where could Peng Yu expect that Hu Chen would dodge and avoid, and when he flew into the air, he was already surprised, and turned his head to look at Hu Chen in surprise, when he saw Hu Chen waving at him with a sly face, the man was not angry, he could only blame himself for being too stupid, thinking of this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then laughed and smashed to the ground with a bang.

Hu Chen was startled and shouted loudly: "Brother Peng, are you okay?"

Peng Yu turned over with a carp, pounded his chest with his fist, laughed and pointed at Hu Chen: "You kid, cheat at a critical time, the competition between the two of us is not over yet, and when the Jiazi competition is over, uncle, I have to let you obediently slip down from the wine table, who can save you when you see it......?"

Hu Chen knew how much he drank in his heart, and in the face of Peng Yu's provocation at this moment, he was not afraid, and replied with a laugh: "Just do what you say, who begs for mercy when you see it, I hope your alcohol consumption is not as watery as you are today!"

Peng Yu didn't take Hu Chen's words to heart, his friend Peng Yu fancied could go up the knife mountain and enter the sea of fire for him, what was the ridicule.

Peng Yu laughed and beat his chest, signaling that he was leaving, the two didn't know each other, Hu Chen smiled and watched Peng Yu leave, he was really looking forward to the battle on the wine table.