Chapter 237

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Wan Tingjun didn't take Zuo Shuanghua's provocation to heart, so he casually found an inconspicuous corner, squatted on the ground with a big thorn, closed his eyes and recuperated, and ignored Zuo Shuanghua at all.

This time, due to the participation of the Deadly Villa, the scene was very grand, and many monks were also gearing up, eager to show their skills on the high platform.

Not only is the scene grand, but the rewards of this martial arts are much more generous than before, which even more stimulates those monks to squeeze forward desperately, as long as they advance to the top ten, they can get rich rewards.

Wan Tingjun doesn't care much about martial arts, of course, it doesn't mean that he doesn't want those things, on the contrary, he is more eager to get those rewards than others, especially the reward of the first place is even more tempting.

It was a top-level magic weapon refined by the masters of the Divine Soldier Sect, and it was something that countless monks dreamed of, if anyone got that magic weapon, it was estimated that for a long time to come, they would overwhelm opponents of the same level with absolute superiority.

However, Wan Tingjun also knew that if he didn't use the Qingxiao Shield, he would not be able to advance to the top ten no matter what.

He had never been able to understand why Chonglou would restrict him from using the Creation Divine Weapon, which was equivalent to pulling out the fangs of his fierce tiger and allowing him to fight?

Without the need to create a divine weapon, then the tricks he can use in battle are very limited, especially since he has very few magic weapons.

In addition to the set of Dead Moon Sword that Chonglou gave him last time with the Divine Destruction Technique, there is only one small bell that he bought, and these equipment can face monks below the First Light Realm, but when it comes to the monks of the First Light Realm, it is very powerless.

Wan Tingjun sat for about half an hour before he heard a loud voice ringing out: "Platform No. 6, Wan Tingjun of the Refining Weapon Sect, against the Sword Sect Xie Yew!"

As soon as Wan Tingjun heard that it was his turn, he suddenly got up and walked in the direction of Platform 6.

Wan Tingjun has not been in the Heaven-Shaking Ding Palace for a long time, so there are still many people who don't know him.

So much so that it took him a lot of effort to climb to the top of the high platform, and there were bursts of resentment behind him, and many people were cursing this blind guy who squeezed inside.

But when they saw that this person had climbed the high platform, they realized that this person was the protagonist, and they stopped talking.

It's just that since then, most of the people who were originally around the sixth platform have dispersed at once, because these people have a consensus in their hearts.

That is, this Wan Tingjun is not famous at all, it is estimated that eighty percent of it is used by the Refining Weapon Sect to fill the number, just go through the motions, where will such a game be interesting?

So there was an uproar, and there were only a few people left under the sixth stage.

The Refining Weapon Sect was already withered, and there were only a few people in total, so Wan Tingjun swept it and found that among the dozens of people below, the disciples of the Sword Sect accounted for seventy percent.

The disciples of the other sects accounted for twenty percent, and the people dressed in the clothes of the Refining Sect were only two men and two women!

Wan Tingjun smiled helplessly, and then turned his gaze to his opponent.

"Brother Yew, knock him down with one move, brothers will push you!"

"Yes, yes, the Refining Sect is all rubbish, not of any level. ”

None of the disciples of the Refining Sect in the audience seemed to know Wan Tingjun, and it seemed that they had not heard the rumors about Ding Jianyun at all, and they were shouting vigorously.

As soon as these people shouted, the four disciples of the Refining Sect couldn't help frowning, slandering their Refining Sect in front of them, this was too arrogant.

Finally, one of the four disciples of the Refining Sect had a baby face, and the girl who looked cute and cute raised her eyebrows, and shouted at Wan Tingjun on the stage: "Senior Brother Wan, beat him hard, otherwise you will be sorry for me!"

Brush!

The eyes of everyone present shifted to the girl. The little gossip in everyone's heart involuntarily turned around, and the heart said look at what you said, why am I sorry for you?

The girl also knew that there was something wrong with her words, and her round face suddenly turned into an apple.

"Sister Yuanyuan, do you know him?" asked another female disciple standing beside the baby-faced girl, curiously.

The girl named Yuanyuan stared at her, and said with a red face: "Didn't I listen to the report from there just now!"

"Oh....." the questioning girl nodded knowingly.

"Oh......" The others also invariably sighed in their hearts, it turns out that you are a typical self-acquaintance, alas, such a little sister dares to come out and mix the rivers and lakes?

Immediately, several pairs of ill-intentioned eyes looked back and forth at the girl named Yuanyuan. But this circle doesn't seem to be felt at all.

"Hehe, thank you sister, I will definitely beat him well!"

Seeing that someone finally supported him, Wan Tingjun smiled slightly, looked at the girl carefully a few times, and then fell on Xie Yeshan again.

This Xie Yew's strength is not strong, Wan Tingjun knew it at a glance, this person is far behind Ding Jianyun, even if Ding Jianyun is on the stage, it is not a problem to easily knock down three or five.

Xie Zishan also seemed to feel the disdain in Wan Tingjun's eyes, but this guy didn't know whether he was stimulated by the audience or how, his chin was raised high, as if he was the best in the world.

"Sword Sect Xie Yeshan, let's ask for advice here!"

His hands arched slightly, and before he could say a polite word, the spirit sword behind his back was already buzzing, and then it flew out of the scabbard and flew in front of him with a bang.

As soon as the spirit sword came out, it formed a large aura.

At the same time, his body floated backwards, pinching the trick in his hand, and commanding the spirit sword.

Sword cultivation must not let the enemy get close!

Although this Xie Zishan's strength is not very good, he is very cautious, and he took the lead in distancing himself from Wan Tingjun before launching an attack.

Seeing Xie Yeshan retreating, Wan Tingjun didn't care, and with a dance of his hands, he condensed a white spear.

Although this white spear is an ordinary weapon without spirituality, but I don't know how much resentful soul breath is contaminated on it, it is not inferior to ordinary magic weapons, it is a white spear, accompanied by Wan Tingjun's killing intent climbing, and the entire No. 6 high platform is faintly covered by a layer of killing intent.

However, Wan Tingjun controlled it extremely skillfully, and this strong killing intent only circulated on the high platform, but it did not disperse to the outside at all.

Seeing that Wan Tingjun didn't use magic weapons, Yuan Yuan in the audience was anxious, "You big fool use magic weapons!"

Rumble!

The disciples of the Sword Sect below laughed again, "This kid is probably poor and doesn't even have magic weapons, the weapons that he can condense are not broken at the first touch, haha, I laughed to death." ”

Originally, Yuanyuan was a girl who was straightforward and quick-talking and had no scheming, and when she heard the ridicule of the person next to her, she was even more angry, and she rolled up her sleeves at the moment.

wanted to roar again, but the girl next to him pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Sister Yuanyuan, don't scream, I feel that his weapon is not simple." ”

The girl glanced at the short sword in Wan Tingjun's hand a few more times as she spoke, her face was full of doubts, and she seemed to see a little way.

"Xiaoqian, what can be so bad as that rotten iron is not simple, I wonder. ”

On the high platform, Xie Zishan saw that Wan Tingjun didn't take out the magic weapon at all, but took out two pieces of scrap iron, and couldn't help laughing, it seems that there is no suspense in winning this time, and he easily got two second-level star crystals, hehe!

This Xie Yeshan played Xiao Jiujiu, and the ten fingers in his hand were linked, and he saw that the spirit sword suspended in the air suddenly centered on the hilt, and spun quickly with the blade as a fan, instantly turning into a dazzling lotus flower shape and hitting Wan Tingjun's heart.

Wan Tingjun's expression was awe-inspiring, and he secretly said that he was so ruthless.

At the moment, the eyes were slightly closed, and the surging spiritual power around the body all converged towards the position of the eyes.

Xie Zishan originally thought that Wan Tingjun would hide, but he didn't expect that this person didn't even have the consciousness to dodge, and it seemed that he was a complete combat idiot.

At the moment, I couldn't help but regret a little, if I slapped him to death with this move, it would be a little difficult to explain, so I secretly operated the energy, so that the attack position of the spirit sword deviated from Wan Tingjun's heart position, aiming at Wan Tingjun's right shoulder.

And he didn't know that it was his own decision that pulled his life back from death.