The elder of the Demon Pavilion, who only spoke for a little more than five minutes, made the Silver Dust Old Earth unhappy, but he didn't show it too obviously, after all, the mages were very polite. He also comforted himself in his heart: maybe the elder memorized this manuscript for a week!

After the elder finished speaking, the martial arts performance officially began, according to the rules of the Demon Wei Pavilion, the first item of the martial arts performance was to let the formal disciples compete with each other, one was to report to the Venerable the results of this period of study and cultivation, and the other was to show the temporary disciples the performance, so that they could understand the characteristics of the Demon Wei Pavilion exercises, so that the future efforts would have a direction, right?

According to the usual practice, the first contest every morning is a random contest between formal disciples, after all, it can't hurt people, many powerful moves must not be shown, disciples, elders and even Dharma protectors will not show their martial arts demonstrations until the special days of the beginning and end of the month, after all, people's identities are there, but they are not in the mood to perform for these junior newcomers at any time. It's just that today, an ordinary day that is neither the beginning of the month nor the end of the month, has become different because of the appearance of silver dust.

The first contest this morning was a contest between disciples, a contest between Silver Dust and a middle-aged strong man.

Several servants came up and cleared the small stones from the grounds, and put some emergency medicine on the edge of the field. Miracles have no eyes, and accidental injuries often happen.

Of course, these servants also had to carry Xue Bingbing's body down by the way, and from beginning to end, not even one from the Demon Wei Pavilion came out to say that she would take her life in late autumn, and just indifferently let her bleed and brains to death.

The middle-aged strong man had already jumped into the slave enclosure and politely "invited" the two disciples who had been standing inside. Silver Dust looked left and right, knowing that he couldn't escape the wooden fence like a slave fence, and could only jump into the fence with arcane acceleration, he always felt like he was participating in an iron cage fight unique to the underground black fist.

"Yinchen, you can be careful, don't be too heavy!" Zhang Mengmeng told Yinchen repeatedly in Yinchen's ear, she was really worried that Yinchen would be in a hurry and directly throw out a bunch of big fireballs to blow up people, in that case, a bad one would not only accidentally injure the opponent during the competition, but also the opponent and the audience were accidentally injured......

Yinchen nodded fiercely, and the middle-aged man on the opposite side also nodded fiercely, as if Zhang Mengmeng was reminding him just now.

Silver Dust and the middle-aged strong man jumped into the wooden fence one after another, and the two stood a foot apart. Silver Dust's brow twisted slightly, and then relaxed.

"Wuzhang's range of motion is still a bit small. Silver Dust secretly thought to himself, for the mage who was about to play kite tactics, it was impossible to spread out without a space of ten zhang square, after all, Silver Dust was not a wind mage, and he couldn't fly.

"How can you keep a distance of more than one and a half feet without a road. Yinchen thought as he gave a fist salute to the strong man, this was the only etiquette he learned when he came to this world, and he used to use the mage ceremony when he was a junior.

"Under the Silver Dust, new disciples of the Demon Pavilion, please!" Silver Dust's voice spread across the high platform, clearly reaching the ears of nearly two thousand people on the scene, and the arcane sound amplification magic was used at this time to break the mysterious feeling.

"In Xia Shen Tao, Demon Wei Pavilion disciple, please!" the strong man also replied with a fist salute, his every movement was full of strength. His voice also spread far away, and there were even some echoes echoing in the distant valleys, completely shouting out by his own cultivation.

There was silence all around, there was no sound of applause, only the pressure transmitted by more than a thousand pairs of eyes. The temporary disciples stared at the high platform one by one, and the two people in the battle circle hoped to learn a little bit of unique skills from their competition. The martial arts system of the Demon Wei Pavilion was set up in order to break the status quo of the disciples of the sect who cherished themselves one by one and tried their best to hide their clumsiness, because since the establishment of the Demon Wei Pavilion, everyone in the door only cared about their ability to climb up, and could obtain greater strength and a higher position and refused to carry the latter, resulting in the Demon Wei Pavilion generation is not as good as the generation, from the time when the grass was created to be able to compete with the Hanshan Temple, to now even a divine sword sect is almost unable to parry, and the strength of the formal disciples and disciples can almost only break with the Iron Palm Gang, and the status of the second major sect in the world is already in jeopardy。 If it weren't for the emergence of the martial arts system and achieved good results, I'm afraid that the Demon Wei Pavilion would not know how depressed it is now.

Yinchen doesn't care about these, and Shen Tao is notoriously belligerent and adventurous, and he won't think about these messy things, he made an appointment to fight Yinchen, just thinking that he didn't know Yinchen's strength, those veteran disciples who started with him or earlier, he had already been given a "battle pain" one by one, and any tricks between the two sides were clear and clear, and if they fought again, they didn't think about anything else except for a stinky sweat, as for the elders? Shen Tao didn't dare to challenge, it was "against the Venerable" Violations.

After Shen Tao finished saluting, he took a handful of wood cut darts from the hand of a servant behind him, this is the rule of the Demon Pavilion, you can't use powerful hidden weapons when you compete in martial arts, lesp, well, it should be to avoid accidental killing, right? With the terrifying power of the Demon Pavilion's evil arts, the probability of accidental injury is too slim.

Silver Dust also took the thirty-two darts from the servant behind him as if he were drawing a gourd, why thirty-two Silver Dust didn't know, he only knew that these darts in his hand were not much different from those roulette darts used in the game in his hometown, the only difference was that the sharp needle at the front of the dart was removed.

After the servant went down, one of the elders of the Demon Pavilion suddenly raised his breath and shouted, "Begin!"

"NOT EVEN READY-GO IS GONE. Yinchen was still secretly vomiting, and Shen Tao took advantage of the moment he was distracted and flew out three non-lethal wooden darts. The three darts were in the shape of a zigzag and took the eyebrows and eyes of Yinchen respectively, and a faint outline of a fierce ghost appeared on the darts, which was almost invisible in the sunlight, which showed that Shen Tao actually did not use any strength.

A faint purple light appeared on Yinchen's body, and he chose to retreat in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Retreat? This kid doesn't want to be staggered and broken, does he want to escape?" a disciple beside Zhang Mengmeng whispered disdainfully, Zhang Mengmeng flattened her mouth and didn't reply, she didn't want to fall into the charge of contradicting the Venerable.

The silver dust retreated to make Shen Tao also stunned, but the perennial fighting and training had already made his body have the instinct to fight, only to see him wave his sleeves, and the three darts were controlled by Gangfeng, and they braked urgently in a strange way that violated the laws of physics and then flew back upside down, accurately landing in Shen Tao's palm.

At this time, Yinchen had already retreated a foot and widened the distance between him and Shen Tao. "Almost. Yinchen thought to himself, and then waved his sleeves like Shen Tao.

The black sleeves of the roof swelled into a cone, and from the cuffs flew out several judgments of the gods—severely weakened judgments.

"Thousand Islands Absolute Slash Blade!" Yin Chen's voice was extremely high-pitched and clear at this time.

Seventeen rays of light, tiny rays of light no longer than the thickness of a finger, flew out of Yinchen's sleeves, and then turned into seventeen huge lightsabers in mid-air, slashing at Shen Tao. When the middle-aged strong man saw it, his face immediately became extremely ugly!

If nothing else, just because of the distance of Yinchen's moves, it was more than two feet and two feet of madness! At such a distance, Shen Tao could also attack Yinchen, but it was impossible to make the power of the move as undamaged as Yinchen!

There was no way to tie it, Shen Tao could only puff up the vitality of his whole body, let a huge skeletal head conjured up by Gangfeng completely cover himself, and at the same time moved to the right in embarrassment, avoiding the attack of fifteen lightsabers, but even so, the remaining two lightsabers also completely destroyed the Gangfeng on his body, and even made his Dao robe catch fire, so that Shen Tao had to send out the Gangfeng wind again to extinguish the flames.

In Shen Tao's original position, a row of fifteen burnt black holes was clearly visible, and 15 puffs of curling green smoke soared upwards and disappeared into the sunlight.