"Boy, I didn't want to waste this trick on you. He stepped forward slowly, raised his hand and gently touched Luo Chen's face a few times, and said, "But, you are so hated, too hated." ”

Before he finished speaking, a dagger appeared in his hand and stabbed straight at Luo Chen's neck.

"Presumptuous, don't stop yet...."

"Don't, don't. ”

The black-clothed deacon shouted violently, turned over and jumped towards the ring, while Wu Mo broke out in a cold sweat and was stunned in place a little overwhelmed.

Injuries are allowed in the disciple competition, but it is not allowed to be disabled or killed, but there are exceptions to everything.

The previous breath, when Yin Da came up, Luo Chen's heart was furious, but his body couldn't move, so he could only watch him disgust himself.

But in the next breath, Yin Da's face changed greatly, and he stabbed his neck with a vicious dagger.

Death was just around the corner, and anyone would tremble, but no matter how Luo Chen struggled, the void around him was like a swamp, sticking him firmly.

The blade had already cut through the hair around his ear, and it looked like it was about to pierce the artery.

"Damn, break it for Lao Tzu...."

Luo Chen roared frantically, and at the same time, the gray jade ball in his dantian trembled slightly, and after a broken sound sounded, the confinement inexplicably dissipated.

Suddenly, his eyes were full of joy, and half of the Tiger King punch also smashed into Yin Da's chest.

"Poof"

The reversal was only in an instant, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, Yin Da's figure flew upside down from the ring, raised his head and vomited a mouthful of blood, tilted his head and fell into a coma.

The black-clothed deacon stopped aside, turned his hand behind his back, coughed dryly, and said, "Uh, boy, you're very good. ”

"Thank you deacon for your help, the disciple is grateful. Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to him, although he didn't use the basket when he came up, but he had to give people a little thin noodles.

"Hehe, the two of them are fine. ”

The black-clothed deacon smiled dryly and waved his hand haha, took his number plate again, wrote a few strokes, and said, "Congratulations, winning this duel." ”

In this way, the disciple retired first. ”

Luo Chen put away the number plate, and after thanking him around, he didn't stop long, turned around and jumped out of the ring.

"Hey, what's the fuss. He raised his hand and patted Wu Mo on the shoulder, interrupting her thoughts, and said, "Are you fascinated by my handsome blow?" ”

"Die, I ...... to pay it back"

"Anyway, tell me about it. ”

"Hmph, I dare to bully my sister, I have a long ability. ”

The two of them teased each other with laughter and laughter, completely ignoring the strange gazes of the disciples around them. Of course, outsiders can't care about other people's private affairs.

At the same time, in another arena, Qiu Sanpi's duel can be described as quite eye-catching.

Qiu Sanpi has a stumbling image, which is already conspicuous in the crowd, not to mention his strange magic cultivation and unguarded spell skills.

In the first four rounds of duels, he didn't encounter any ruthless characters, until he met his old opponent, Song Renyi, in the last round.

Let's not talk about Song Renyi's strength, he has been in the outer courtyard for all these years, and his cultivation has made a little progress, but it is quite comfortable to have nothing to do all day long.

However, after the end of Dabi, there are very few old students who can stay, and his comfortable days are over.

In the past few days, he has really put a lot of effort into Dabi, and the effect is still very good, at least surviving the first four rounds of duels.

As for the battle against Qiu Sanpi, he also had no bottom in his heart, because the exercises of the two happened to contain each other.

"Black boy, don't get up and kneel and beg for mercy. Although he didn't have a bottom in his heart, he still showed an arrogant look, after all, he couldn't lose his aura.

"Hey, you're blind. ”

Qiu Sanpi was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he returned it when he opened his mouth, and said: "Which piece of Lao Tzu is black, you point it out, let Lao Tzu take a good look." ”

Before they came on stage, the two fought on their lips, and everyone laughed loudly.

Song Renyi's tone choked, ignoring Qiu Sanpi's provocation, the true qi between his hands quietly gushed out, and he smashed his fist before he was prepared.

"Bang"

Qiu Sanpi subconsciously tilted his head, but he was still hit in the shoulder by a petrified fist.

"Black boy, kneel down for Lao Tzu. Song Renyi's expression was hideous, and he punched him in the lower abdomen again, with the illusion of a punch killing people.

How could he succeed this time, Qiu Sanpi bent over and rolled to the side, took out the mourning stick and slammed it forward.

Looking closely, the mourning stick in his hand was Wu Li's companion spirit weapon, but after Wu Li's death, it had become Qiu Sanpi's trophy.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, the earthy yellow true qi on Song Renyi's right arm collapsed, and he retreated backwards, not daring to entangle with him more.

Qiu Sanpi only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the crying mourning stick was almost shaken off, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This rammed goods seem to be weak and weak, how can the brute force be so great.

"Black boy, I never thought that you would break through the Yunqi first. Song Renyi's eyes flashed inexplicably, and his tone was full of sour jealousy.

"Why, you have an opinion. ”

"Hmph, Lao Tzu can still defeat you. ”

Song Renyi's expression had a hint of grief and indignation, and he couldn't help but pounce again.

It is no wonder that his heart is already unstable, coupled with the lazy personality he has cultivated over the years, it makes no sense for his cultivation to stagnate. But a new disciple breaks through the Yunqi one step earlier, which will inevitably cause people to feel unjust.

"Miasma"

Qiu Sanpi quickly drew a few spells in the void, and then silently recited an astringent incantation, clasped the middle fingers of both hands and pointed them in front of his eyes at the same time.

Then, a faint gray mist surfaced, just separating the two.

The strange vision provoked everyone to exclaim, but Song Renyi just snorted coldly with disdain, his body did not retreat, but advanced, and rushed into the gray mist.

In the next breath, there was a fluctuation in the gray mist, and Song Renyi inexplicably circled around the place, and his expression also changed, sometimes crazy, sometimes frightened.

Seeing this scene, the reactions of many disciples below were so lively that they broke it in a few words.

"It's .... The ghost covers his eyes.."

"Warlock, what a strange trick. ”

"The mirage is a little more feminine, it seems..."

This method may seem mysterious, but a discerning person can see the reason at a glance.

There is a trace of corpse qi mixed in the mist, the former is already illusory, and the latter is cold, when the inhaler's emotions are slightly catered to it, it can make people lose in an instant.

Seeing that the plan succeeded, Qiu Sanpi couldn't help grinning, how could he pay attention to other people's opinions, waved the mourning stick and beckoned to his body.

At this time, with the blessing of spiritual power, the mourning stick looked faintly a little more cold.

The two sticks knocked down, and Song Renyi trembled violently, and his expression returned to calm. However, before he could dodge, the soles of his feet were weak and he lay on the ground.

"Master Song, what's wrong with you. ”

Qiu Sanpi accepted it when he saw it, but his mouth would not spare outsiders, and said: "You make such a big gift, the villain can't afford it." ”

"Poof..."

When the horse stumbles, it will be defeated, but these three or two sarcastic words really pierced people's hearts, and Song Renyi couldn't help but be angry, and he spit out a mouthful of blood for a while. He gasped for a long time, and then he eased up a little bit of strength and said: "Shameless villain, take the opportunity to disperse Lao Tzu's true anger, what kind of bullshit duel is this." ”

"Xie Song Ye lifted. ”

Qiu Sanpi was not annoyed, but leaned up and bowed, and said: "However, as long as the result of the game is good, it doesn't matter what the process is." ”

"As for the villain, you don't have the right to tell me about it. ”

After saying that, ignoring his glare, he raised his foot and kicked him out of the ring, and then arched his hand in all directions.

Compared with the thrill of Luo Chen's duel, Qiu Sanpi's weird methods, and Gu Qinghan's duel are much more ordinary, but this phenomenon just corresponds to the different temperaments of the three of them.

At first, Gu Qinghan used a single sword to control people, although his swordsmanship was extremely sharp, but he saw a lot of swordsmanship, and it was sparse and ordinary. Then the opponent grew stronger, and he opened left and right, causing a lot of eager discussion.

The double sword flow is secondary, mainly because the two swords are really staggering.

First, a lightning strike wooden sword was enough to make people jealous, and then another Xuanbing sword, which made the sword cultivators quietly move their minds.

However, after a few tricks, some crooked thoughts can be nipped in the bud. It's no wonder that everyone reacted like this, it was difficult to find the multi-calamity lightning strike wood, and the Xuan Ice was even more difficult to find.

One of them is called the spirit of the wood, and the other is called the spirit of the water. But there is one thing in common, both of them are rare spiritual objects in the five elements.

Of course, Gu Qinghan's swordsmanship is also top-notch, and with his absolute strength, he convinces his opponent of defeat.

In the next few rounds of duels, the strength of the three people they met was not mentionable, and it didn't take much effort to win the place in the semi-finals.

If you talk about the eye-catching disciples in the big competition, there are only a few new disciples in the five divisions.

The most talked about in the eastern, southern, and northern arenas were the three Ding Yuan tried, while the northern, central, and two arenas were occupied by the other two new disciples.

The savage in the north arena, the iron and stone heart, and the piano in the middle arena, are green and green.

The strong physique of the iron and stone heart already frightened the people who saw it, and with the brutal tactics, it was a fighting machine to launch a ruthless one.

Several old disciples in white fought against them, and as expected, they were all pressed and beaten, and finally had to end up seriously injured.

Compared to his brutality, Wan Qingqing is much gentler, but this is only a gentle appearance.

She held the guqin in her arms, and raised her hand to pluck out a few beautiful sounds, which did not feel strange when she first entered her ears, and would give people an illusion of comfort.

When people are immersed in this, the sound of glamour suddenly becomes the sound of Jin Ge, and the qi, blood and spiritual power in the body also retrograde, the light ones are fainting, and the heavy ones hurt their foundations.

The most distressing thing is that the sound of the piano is pervasive, and the rhythm changes abnormally, even if it is blocked in the ear, it will not help.

In each competition, there will always be a few new disciples who will dominate the crowd and show their water chestnuts for the first time, which is also the purpose of holding disciple competitions over the years.

Of course, dark horses always have to be there, and only with a foil can they show their talents.