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Whether it is from the perspective of oracle bone inscription or super traditional, Wang Mou understands it in an instant.

One.

Nima !!

No one was lucky enough to be the first to play.

Wang shook his head speechlessly.

"You're number one?"

Nangong Yi said he was surprised.

The people of the Xiaoyao Sect also looked at Wang Yi with different expressions.

"Wang Yi..."

Li Zhenxuan suddenly screamed, stood up, his face was dignified, and he hugged his fists: "I sincerely wish you to win the championship..."

"Get out..."

Wang Yi was annoyed when he heard this guy's voice.

Nangong pondered for a moment, raised his withered hand, and took out a bright silver spear and handed it to the other party.

Wang Yi took it, but felt that his hand was slightly heavy, and it was a little different from the silver spear he usually cultivated.

"This is the six-grade magic weapon 'Zhuling Gun', fight hard, don't embarrass the sect. ”

Nangong said slowly.

Wang Yi nodded and stood up.

"Come on, husband..."

Little Lori kept waving her little fist to cheer up her husband.

Wang Yi lowered her body, scented her smooth and pretty face, and then kissed Ziyue and Shen Bing'er in turn.

A few minutes later.

An old man in Tsing Yi flew up to the high platform, took out a spirit stone, glanced at it, and slowly spoke: "'Xiaoyao Sect' Wang Yi, 'Kunlun Sect' Zheng Hong, go to the ring..."

His voice was not loud, but it was long, and the words were clear.

This is a primordial old monster.

Suddenly, the whole grandstand fell silent.

The Ten Sect Wars have finally begun.

Wang Yi took a deep breath, glanced at the fairies, and then looked at Liu Qian'er and Yue Shilan, and at his feet, holding a bright silver spear and rising into the sky.

The arc light broke through the air, and two figures flew onto the ancient ring from different angles.

After Wang Yi stabilized, he handed the spirit stone to the old man.

The old man took the spirit stones from both sides, and after verifying his identity, he drifted away.

Wang Yi looked at his opponent carefully.

Zheng Hong is in his 20s, born tall and big, 1.9 meters, big ears, not angry and self-imposing, holding a giant sword in his hand, and cultivating in the early stage of the fourth layer of the foundation.

"Throw in the towel, you're no match for me. ”

Zheng Hong was also observing Wang Yi, and when he found that the other party only had the second floor of the foundation, he said coldly.

Wang Yi smiled a little, the silver light flashed, 'Zhu Ling' was sideways, and said, "Brother Zheng, please..."

"I can't help myself..."

When Zheng Hong saw it, the giant sword was horizontal, and he snorted coldly: "Come on, don't shout pain for a while..."

The corners of Wang Yi's mouth twitched, since the other party let him strike first, if he was polite, it would be a waste of people's 'hard work'.

The audience in the audience held their breath, although the two sides only had the initial stage of foundation building, but after all, it was the first battle.

'Snort'

Suddenly, Wang Yi instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed straight towards the other party.

"Huh?

Zheng Honggang was stunned for a moment, and then shouted that it was not good. The other party's speed is too fast, like a ghost.

He shook his right shoulder and swung his sword straight at him.

The sword burst into the void and slashed head-on towards the afterimage.

Wang Yi suddenly froze his body, slightly to one side, dodged the giant sword slash, and his right arm slammed away.

'Snort'

A slight sound of breaking the air suddenly appeared, and 'Zhu Ling' grabbed the tip and disappeared into the void in an instant.

The next moment.

'Poof'

Oh my God, the shiny tip of the spear directly pierced Zheng Hong's left shoulder.

Zheng Hong was instantly petrified and froze there, a pair of bull's eyes stared at each other stupidly.

"Huh?"

Wang Yi was also stupid, staring at him blankly.

Wang Yi swore to the sky that he wanted to shoot a false shot, so he just stabbed directly, but he just used the artistic conception he had newly comprehended a few days ago.

The starting point is the end, and there is nothing in the air.

This kind of thing between the realm and the realm is too mysterious, and he is also groping to use it, not every time it can be successful, who wants to...

In the corner of the ring, the old man frowned and whispered to himself: "What's the situation?"

Wang Yi's shot, he didn't see it clearly.

After a multiplicity.

'Wow...'

There was an uproar below the high platform, and many people stood up one after another, looking horrified.

That amazing shot, no one saw it clearly, including those Jindan powerhouses.

What the hell is going on?

At the same time, on the high platform.

Zheng Hong was awakened by the pain in his heart, he held the body of the 'Zhu Ling' gun, looked at the other party with a shocked face, gritted his teeth and said, "You..."

"Brother Zheng, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

Wang Yi saw that the other party's shoulder kept bleeding, so he was very panicked, and hurriedly pulled out his right hand.

'Poof...'

In an instant, a bloody arrow erupted from Zheng Hong's left shoulder.

"Ahh

He raised his head to the sky and let out a heart-rending scream.

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

Wang Yi was really frightened, and his right hand reached out again, sending the tip of the spear back into the blood hole.

But the tip of the snatch stabbed a little bit in the inside, piercing the new meat.

Good guys, this one is amazing.

"I... I~grass you~ma..."

Zheng Hong suddenly went crazy, monstrous, he roared loudly, desperately swung the giant sword, and wiped it towards Wang Yi's neck.

Wang Yi was shocked, pulled back the silver spear for the second time, and drifted back.

"Ahh

Zheng Hong screamed in pain, slashing indiscriminately like crazy, and his left shoulder kept bleeding, which was shocking.

Wang Yi cautiously rushed forward, dodged the two swords, and said urgently: "Brother Zheng, you will be in danger like this, I will help you stop the bleeding."

After he finished speaking, his arm jerked out, and with a 'snort', the tip of the spear pierced into the bloody hole for the third time.

"I'll kill you!"

Zheng Hong's teeth were about to crack, he roared, swung his giant sword, and slashed hard at the opponent's waist.

"Huh?"

Wang screamed strangely, drew his gun again and retreated.

The audience in the audience was stupid.

Nima!

Is this a competition? It's completely one-sided, okay?

"Whew... Whew..."

Zheng Hong didn't attack, propped the giant sword on the ground, and kept panting.

One shot is frightened, and the second shot is angry.

After he was injured, he did not urge the mana to stop the bleeding, but slashed like crazy, and soon reached the end of the crossbow.

"Brother Zheng, are you okay..."

Wang Mou walked over with a silver gun and a 'concern' face.

"I... I'll kill you..."

Zheng Hong's eyes shot out of monstrous anger, and he wanted to break the other party's body into pieces.

At this time.

A figure floated up, floating outside the stage, and said coldly: "'Kunlun Sect' Zheng Hong admits defeat..."

This is a Jindan monk, about 40 years old, with a green beard on his chin, and he looks like a fairy wind bone.

Zheng Hong's whole body was shocked, and he turned his head suddenly: "Master, I... I'm okay..."

"Shut up..."

The green-bearded monk waved his sleeves and shouted: "Quickly step down and breathe to stop the bleeding, otherwise you will fall to the root of the disease and the realm will fall." ”

Zheng Hong gasped a few heavily, but he didn't dare to disobey, he glared at Wang Yi fiercely, and flew off the stage.

The greenbearded monk glanced at Wang Yi and turned away.

The old man walked slowly and announced to the audience: "In the first game, Wang Yi of the 'Xiaoyao Sect' won. ”

Voices were heard around every corner.

The audience was agitated, and many people stared at Wang Yi's figure, frowning and silent.

Wang Yi hugged his fist at the old man and flew out of the ring. He didn't return to the position of the Xiaoyao Sect, but rushed straight towards the prize table on the north side.