The ring where Wang Mu is.

Just as the battle between him and the black-robed monk was about to begin.

The appearance of a figure made everyone on the stage a little confused.

"Your Excellency, Messenger."

Wu Zhen was the first to react, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

The rest of the monks came back to their senses and watched as the horses that appeared under the ring saluted with fists in the air.

Ma Tengkong nodded and ignored it, but said lightly: "Continue to compete, I will supervise." ”

After saying that, he stood there without saying a word.

This made everyone else feel a little confused.

The game has been going on for so long, and no high-ranking monks have been seen.

At most, it will only appear at the time of rescue.

However, this competition actually attracted the personal attention of this envoy from the Qingquan Sect.

The monks perked up and noticed the difference.

And the referee Wu Zhen in the audience was the first to react, and he immediately knew that the other party was probably running for Wang Mu.

Only Wang Mu has anything to do with this Qingquan Sect.

"The competition continues!"

Thinking of this, Wu Zhen shouted at the two people on the stage.

Wang Mu and the black-robed monk on the stage didn't think much about it at all, they both looked at each other with vigilant expressions.

Wang Mu hugged his fists and said: "Baishui Wang's family, Wang Mu." ”

Most of the black-robed monk's face was shrouded in the shadow of the black robe, and the exposed skin looked very fair.

"Loose cultivation, barren ink."

Wang Mu was slightly stunned, this name is rare.

But before he could think about it, suddenly, the barren ink casually raised his hand to Wang Mu and whispered, "Curse!" ”

Airplanes!

Wang Mu only felt a pain in his head.

It was as if he had been hit on the head by a heavy hammer.

The whole person staggered, and almost fell to his knees with weak legs.

The audience in the audience, who had already watched the game, gasped and became nervous.

Because many of the enemies of this absurdity have directly failed because of this.

However, for Wang Mu, this uncomfortable feeling only lasted for a short time, and he returned to normal.

Compared to the pain caused by the Forging God Fist and the terrifying killing intent endured by observing the killing magic weapon, this attack didn't seem to be anything terrible.

Seeing this scene, the monks in the audience all grew their mouths.

And the Huangmo on the other side was even more stunned on the stage and looked at Wang Mu, a little incredible.

Because he had faced so many monks and so many masters from beginning to end, but none of them could stop his death spell.

However, Wang Mu only stumbled for a short time, as if he was nothing!!

Aramo was shocked though.

But Wang Mu didn't think much about it.

After feeling uncomfortable, he knew that the other party had attacked.

It's just that he didn't notice it.

And this kind of attack is so weird, he can't let the other party continue to attack like this.

After all, it's still hard to feel attacked.

So he shot directly at the moment of recovery.

Moreover, Wang Mu's attack method is very simple.

Directly threw five fireballs at the black-robed man, sealing all the positions he could dodge.

In the end, Wang Mu drew his sword and struck a blow, and the wind blade turned by Xunfeng Slash suddenly went straight to Desert Mo behind the fireball.

To Wang Mu's surprise, in the face of the attack of the fireball, the black-robed man seemed to be very flustered.

It took a lot of frustration to dodge the fireball.

As soon as he dodged the fireball, before he could stand firmly, a piece of quicksand suddenly appeared on the ground, causing his body to immediately lose his balance.

It fell to the ground like that, and there seemed to be no way to dodge.

Then, the wind blade also came to the face in an instant.

This time, the black cannon man couldn't dodge anymore, and was dragged off the ring directly with one hand by Ma Tengkong.

"Wang Mu, win!" Wu Zhen immediately announced.

And just won like that?

Even Wang Mu himself was shocked.

It's too easy to win, isn't it?

I feel like this person basically has no combat power.

However, the monks in the audience shook their heads one after another, not understanding.

Because they were still shocked at how Wang Mu was able to withstand an attack from the black-robed man and not fall.

Only Ma Tengkong looked at Wang Mu in some surprise, nodded at him kindly, and turned to leave.

The audience in the venue didn't know how amazing it was to withstand the attack of the black-robed man.

I'm just dissatisfied with the seemingly ridiculous scene in front of me.

They all booed.

However, the bigwigs on the viewing platform, including the city lord of Qingshan City, and many high-level monks looked at the stage with different expressions.

"This Wang Mu's spiritual will is a little strong, and he actually carried the death spell like this!!"

Zhao Wujiang said with admiration on his face.

However, Gao Li, the envoy of the Purple Sword Sect on the side, saw the clue: "It stands to reason that a monk of this age should not have such a strong spiritual will, could it be said that you passed on the Qingquan Sect's Forging God Fist to him?" ”

Lan Wangji snorted: "That's for sure, this kid can now beat the Forging God Fist five or six times." ”

"What?!" The Yunliu Sect envoy was shocked and said, "Five or six times? How long has this kid been practicing? ”

Lan Wangji's eyes rolled, and he waved his hand and said, "I gave him the fist method a few years ago, and his talent in this area doesn't seem to be very good. ”

The envoy of the Ice Demon Sect smiled bitterly and sighed, "Even so, it is still a very good seedling. ”

"Your Qingquan Sect is too fast, you found such a seedling a few years ago, and it is really close to the water and the building is the first to get the moon."

His so-called building near the water naturally refers to Xuandong's coming.

Hearing this, City Lord Zhao Wujiang's face changed slightly, and he was a little unsightly.

However, it recovered quickly, but no one noticed.

However, after hearing that Wang Mu had cultivated the Forging God Fist a few years ago, everyone understood this scene.

Because forging the divine fist is to exercise the divine sense, strong will, and temper the will with pain.

And people with strong willpower are naturally stronger than others in resisting the death spell, and with the assistance of forging the God Fist, there is naturally no problem in blocking the attack.

However, the others were stunned, but Lan Wangji was secretly laughing.

Because where did Wang Mu practice forging the Divine Fist for a few years?

It's only a month or two!

He had never doubted that he had found a treasure.

It's just that as the Immortal Dao Conference progresses further and further, the more he feels that he can't overexpose Wang Mu's talent.

He even regretted that he had made that bet with Xuan Dong to let Wang Mu win the championship.

If he didn't have this bet, as long as he entered the top twenty, he could directly pull Wang Mu into the Qingquan Sect and would not be discovered by the other three sects that he was so talented.

But it was at this point, and Lan Wangji thought of this statement of lowering his talent.

At the same time, he immediately diverted everyone's attention.

"That Huangmo obviously relies on this death spell very much, once the spell is broken, it will be restrained by others, and this person's flaws in other aspects are still very big."

Sure enough, Gao Li of the Purple Sword Sect nodded and said:

"That's right, and cultivating the Death Spell Technique is very time-consuming, which means that he will have very little time to cultivate in other directions."

"In battle, once the death spell is restrained, then it is completely useless."

The envoy of the Ice Demon Sect couldn't help but sigh and said, "It seems that this kid's final achievement is just like that, after all, it takes so much time, if you go to cultivate other more powerful spells, it is obviously more cost-effective." ”

Everyone nodded.

Seeing that everyone's attention was shifted to Lan Wangji, he quickly breathed a sigh of relief

Ma Tengkong quickly returned to the viewing seat, still didn't say anything, and sat down.

And in the ring.

After defeating Aramo, no one came to challenge Wang Mu anymore.

Even the weirdest Wild Ink had no way to defeat Wang Mu, and people had already had an extremely powerful impression of Wang Mu in their hearts.

Soon, the final ten winners were decided.

Ten people, including Wang Mu, were finally gathered together by Zhao Wujiang.

"The next thing is to catch the match, we discussed it, and the random arrangement is still a little unconvincing, so it's up to you to draw lots."

Zhao Wujiang said lightly.

As he spoke, he took out ten wooden sticks from his sleeve, on which were ten numbers lined up from one to ten.

"No. 1 and No. 2 compete, No. 3 and No. 4, in turn, who will come first?"

Zhao Wujiang covered the paragraph with the number written on it with his hand, and then asked with a stick.

Zhao Jiuzhang, who was dressed in black, was the first to stand up: "I'll come." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and took out a wooden stick.

"Seven!" Zhao Jiuzhang looked at the wooden sign and said.

"I'm coming!"

Immediately afterwards, Wang Mu also stepped forward and drew his own sign: "No. 2!" ”

Subsequently, the other eight people stepped forward in turn to draw lots.

As for Wang Mu's No. 1, it was a young man with a wry smile.

As a result, before the test was made, he surrendered directly.

"I'm the best at close combat, but I feel that there is a huge gap between me and Brother Wang in close combat, so I gave up this game."

Hearing the man's explanation, Wang Mu could only smile with his fists, and stood comfortably under the stage and began to watch the battle.

The rest of the people were envious of Wang Mu.

Directly not having to go on stage means that you can save more physical and spiritual power.

Then it is also very beneficial for Wang Mu's next competition.

And because of this person's direct surrender, the ring on the field has also been reduced from five to four.

And there was time to watch the battle.

Wang Mu found out that among the remaining people, there were still many very strong people.

For example, that Zhao Jiuzhang, in addition to the magic weapon in his hand, his swordsmanship is also very powerful.

The figure and footwork are no worse than him.

Coupled with the fierce sword aura of that magic weapon.

Wang Mu also felt tremendous pressure.

If he really faced this person, Wang Mu hadn't figured out how to deal with the enemy for a while.

And the monk Jueyuan is also a difficult character.

A golden shield of light resisted all attacks, whether it was spells or melee combat, it was impossible to break through the golden shield.

As for the others, there are more or less unique methods of fighting.

Overall, there were several of them, even if Wang Mu was opposed, if he didn't use the Qingyun Sword, he wouldn't be sure to defeat the other party.

In this regard, Wang Mu immediately had some doubts about his talent.

However, after looking around, Wang Mu suddenly found out.

It turned out that of all the remaining people, he turned out to be the youngest.

And the monk next to him is already a 17-year-old monk.

After thinking about it, if he was given another two years, his strength would definitely be stronger than everyone present.

Thinking about it like this, Wang Mu's heart immediately balanced.

Not because he wasn't genius enough, but because he was too young.

The cultivation time of the Eight Classics is only five years.

And these people, to exaggerate it, some have been cultivating since their mother's womb.

And among the rest of the people, not a single one is a casual cultivator.

All of them were young monks from the Xiuzhen family in Qingshan City.

And those monks from the small Xiuzhen family in various towns were all eliminated.

No.

To be exact.

Wang Mu was left alone.

After a final look, Wang Mu focused his attention on Zhao Jiuzhang.

Because he feels like being among these people.

This person is probably one of the strongest people.

And the terrifying swordsmanship of the nervous argument on the stage put the opponent against his throat with a sword against him, which was not a pale face of defeat and a face full of admiration.

However, surprisingly, Zhao Jiuzhang did not step down after finishing the written test, but stood on top of the ring, looking at the blind in the audience, and pointed directly with his sword: "Wang Mu, looking forward to fighting with you." ”

There was an immediate burst of exclamations on the field.

Wang Mu was also stunned for a moment and then smiled: "Me too." ”

Zhao Jiuzhang nodded, turned around and walked out of the ring.

And the challenges here naturally attract everyone's attention.

People are looking forward to what it will be like if the two people who seem to be the strongest in this game meet together.

Less than a stick of incense.

The fight is over.

And the five people who won, Wang Mu looked at it.

It was Zhao Jiuzhang, the monk Jueyuan, who he was very optimistic about before, and the other two genius monks from the Han family and the Li family in Qingshan City.

And what happened next made Wang Mu even more speechless.

Zhao Wujiang reappeared again and said: "Okay, the next thing is for you to draw lots to select one person who needs a bye, and finally, the remaining four people will fight each other and eliminate one." ”

And this time, the other four people rushed to the front, but none of them drew a bye, and finally Lun showed a helpless smile at the last Wang Mu: "Everyone, it seems that I have a bye." ”

There was a burst of cheers from the field.

The audience seemed to be very excited about Wang Mu's bye.

Because there is no need to compete in this game, that is to say, Wang Mu is equal to entering the top four in advance.

And as the only one in the top ten, he was born in the Xiao Xiuzhen family, and there is almost no difference between him and the monk who is a casual cultivator.

Wang Mu is naturally sought after by many loose cultivators on the field.

On the entire viewing platform, almost ninety percent of the monks were scattered cultivators from all over the world.

And among the remaining one percent, six or seven percent are from the Xiao Xiuzhen family.

The other monks were speechless at the scene in front of them.

The battle on the field was very fierce, and it was clear that everyone was still very motivated to finish in the top four.

It's just that fighting spirit does not equal strength.

In the end, only four people were left on the field.

Wang Mu, Zhao Jiuzhang, Jueyuan, and the monks of the Han family.

Almost as soon as Zhao Wujiang announced the start of the next item, the other three all set their eyes on Wang Mu.

"I'm going to challenge you!"

"Wang Mu dares to fight!"

"Lord Wang, poor monk—" Jueyuan laughed as he finished speaking.

The other two spoke too quickly and snatched all his words.

Seeing that the three of them wanted to challenge him, Wang Mu also laughed: "I only have one person, but I can't challenge three at the same time." ”

Wang Mu silently added in his heart that if he could use the Qingyun Sword, he could try one battle three.

Still, it's okay to think about it.

At this time, it is not cost-effective to expose your hole cards.

In the end, Zhao Wujiang still determined the opponent between the four by drawing lots.

And Wang Mu was fighting against Zhao Jiuzhang, who was holding a long sword.