"Your wound has just healed, and you can't exercise vigorously at all. In the crowd, Zhao Xiaoyi had just agreed, and Zitong on the side scolded.

The second master, Guan Ping, didn't expect Zitong to come out to defend Zhao Xiaoyi, so they couldn't help but smile, and then Guan Ping said: "What? Zitong, you've only known each other for two days, and you're a lot older than him!"

A touch of crimson spread on Zitong's face, and when Guan Ping teased her like this, she was so angry that she waited for Guan Ping's glance, "Go, go, go! Anyway, it doesn't matter about my business, I deserve to die." ”

"Hahahaha!" Seeing Zitong's appearance, Guan Ping and the three of them couldn't help but daxiao, it seemed that they often made this kind of joke, "Don't worry, his injury is just a skin injury, for a cultivator, this is nothing, and this is just a competition, and it won't be fatal." ”

Zitong didn't keep silent anymore, holding his arms and deliberately ignoring them in a bulging manner.

Zhao Xiaoyi chuckled and shook his head, patted Zitong's arm, and then walked towards the stage, the second master was right, for a cultivator, this skin injury was nothing at all.

The second-order martial artist who had just won a battle was still on the stage, and when he saw Zhao Xiaoyi on stage, he greeted him with a smile, but he could see from that look in his eyes that he had a look of contempt, thinking that he was looking at the relationship between Zhao Xiaoyi and the big master, and he could be regarded as playing with Zhao Xiaoyi, as for the result of zuihou, the gap between a third-order martial artist and a second-order martial artist is not ordinarily large.

With a slight smile on his face, Zhao Xiaoyi slowly walked up to the competition platform and stood on the opposite side of the thin man.

"Let's start!" Seeing that the two were in place, Qin Zhi, the big boss in the audience, shouted.

"Brother, wait any tricks, I won't be soft when I compete!" The thin man smiled slightly, and then with a move of his hand, a spear flew up from below and fell into his hand.

"Then please please, Your Excellency, and don't take too hard when I lose. Zhao Xiaoyi's arm shook, and the long sword he carried flashed in his hand at the same time.

This long sword is not a soft sword commonly used by those handsome sons, but a wide sword, the sword body alone is a palm width, a finger thick, and the weight of the sword is dozens of times that of the average long sword.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's start!" The thin man's eyes stared at Zhao Xiaoyi, and when the words fell, his face gradually became solemn, and then the body of the gun shook, and the tip of the gun stabbed at Zhao Xiaoyi quickly.

Zhao Xiaoyi didn't move, when the spear was still half a meter away from him, the long sword in his hand swung violently, knocking the tip of the thin man's spear off a bit, and then Zhao Xiaoyi took a step forward, and the long sword slammed down on the thin man.

The thin man quickly pulled back the spear that had been deflected, and without hesitation, he crossed the body of the spear in front of him.

A spark burst out, and although the sword did not make him suffer, the strong force still made the thin man retreat for a full four or five steps before he stabilized his body.

"Why is this kid's strength so strong!" A simple move made the thin man suffer a small loss, and the sword fell and hit the spear, shaking his hands to a faint numbness.

"Wow, that's good!" Seeing this scene, Ling Zhi, the big boss in the audience, chuckled and praised him, being able to knock back a second-order martial artist by himself for several steps, which means that his strength is not comparable to that of ordinary third-order martial artists, but he doesn't know how the condensation of the vitality is.

The thin man's face became a little more solemn, although Zhao Xiaoyi's liliang did not pose a threat to him at all, but at least he couldn't be as contemptuous as he was just now, and no matter how careless he was, he might capsize in the gutter.

The thin man's spear shook, and with the gushing of vitality in his body, a red light suddenly lingered towards the spear, he waved his arms, and the spear flower spun out quickly in mid-air, and in the light condensed by the spear flower, a low beast roar could be faintly heard.

"Heh, isn't this his specialty martial art, the wrath of the beast! This kid is a scoundrel, he is so tough as soon as he comes up!" Seeing the action of the thin man, the big boss said with a smile at this time.

"Yes! Originally, there was a gap in the realm between them, how can they compare this time, and they still want to see the excitement, it seems that there is no suspense. The second master sighed, and knew that he would send someone of comparable strength up.

"Wait!" At this time, the third master raised his hand, "Look at that kid's sword!"

Hearing this, the big boss and the second boss both threw their eyes at Zhao Xiaoyi.

When the thin man was dancing with the spear, Zhao Xiaoyi here did not stop, his long sword shook, and the same red light lingered along the hilt of the sword, although the light was much dimmer than that of the thin man, but in that light, there was a trace of thunder and lightning entangled, and looking at the fluctuation of the yuan force, it was obvious that Zhao Xiaoyi's vitality was very solid.

"Heh, there's still some Taoism, it looks like he might be able to last a few rounds. The big boss had deep meaning in his eyes, his arms were folded in front of his chest, and he stared at Zhao Xiaoyi with interest.

"The fury of the beast!" On the competition platform, the thin man danced the spear flower, and forced Zhao Xiaoyi step by step, and the spear flower flew all over the sky, surrounding the entire body of the thin man, which could be both offensive and defensive.

Zhao Xiaoyi's eyes were firmly fixed on the thin man in front of him, he didn't retreat, he pulled his long sword and greeted the thin man.

As soon as the two came into contact, the sound of steel suddenly broke out in the field, and under the fierce spear of the thin man, Zhao Xiaoyi did not fall behind, and his tricky swordsmanship could always break through the attack of the thin man's spear, and every move was very sharp, not losing the wrath of the beast of the thin man.

Zhao Xiaoyi's face was solemn, he knew in his heart that he could withstand the spear of a thin man because of the level of martial arts, but the consumption of such a Xuan-level martial art was very large, and he couldn't support a third-order martial artist for long at all, if he couldn't suppress the thin man, sooner or later he would be defeated.

Boom!

The thin man's spear swept and swept directly towards Zhao Xiaoyi's head, Zhao Xiaoyi's thick long sword quickly blocked it, and then his body moved forward, and the long sword slid directly against the body of the gun towards the thin man's arm.

Looking at this scene, the thin man's eyes lit up, if he was hit this time, his arm would inevitably break, and at the moment of crisis, his wrist twisted, and the spear turned back strangely, and at the same time, the thin man's foot was also kicked in Zhao Xiaoyi's chest.

Bang! Zhao Xiaoyi didn't have time to react, he was hit by a kick, his body retreated again and again, he covered his chest with one hand, and there was a look of pain on his face that couldn't be concealed.

Zitong in the audience noticed Zhao Xiaoyi's expression subtly, and couldn't help but make her heart beat violently, and her fists were slightly clenched together.

Whew! Zhao Xiaoyi took a deep breath, suppressed the pain slightly, and then raised the long sword again.

"Oh, that's good, you can take me so many moves, you are relatively strong among martial artists, and I won't let you do it below. The thin man chuckled, stood up with a spear, and then jumped up quickly, and a shot was slashed at Zhao Xiaoyi from the top of his head.

Zhao Xiaoyi's footsteps turned slightly sideways, and when he saw the time, the long sword swung out violently, and the powerful force once again missed the thin man's spear.

The thin man was not surprised, after his footsteps landed, he waved his arms, fired his spear left and right, and swept towards Zhao Xiaoyi in turn.

Being pressed and beaten like this, Zhao Xiaoyi could only retreat again and again, and when he retreated to the edge of the martial arts, the thin man put away his spear, and then the tip of the spear stabbed at Zhao Xiaoyi suddenly.

Zhao Xiaoyi's eyes stared at the spear that stabbed, he bit his silver teeth, and the little vitality left in his body surged out, and all the energy in his arm converged on the long sword, and then, with the sound of bursting thunder and lightning, the long sword stabbed out.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the tip of the spear and the tip of Zhao Xiaoyi's sword actually collided together, and neither of them retreated, and they were frozen in mid-air.

At this moment, the thunder and lightning on Zhao Xiaoyi's long sword flashed, and then along the tip of the sword, it actually began to spread towards the thin man's spear, and under the spread of the thunder and lightning, the red light on the thin man's spear was corroded.

Seeing this scene, the thin man was startled, "What a domineering Yuan Li!" He hurriedly withdrew his spear, but the fast-spreading thunder and lightning still made his arm feel numb.

Zhao Xiaoyi's posture remained unchanged, and when the thin man's spear was withdrawn, his arm shook, and the long sword suddenly came out of his hand, stabbing at the thin man like lightning.

(3rd Update)