"Level 3 Soldier Realm?" And Wu Di and Su Linger shouted in unison.

They have thought that it may be the 'Soldier Realm'.

But they never expected that Xiongguantian was actually a third-level 'Soldier Pulse Realm'.

There is a big difference between this 'Pulse Realm' and the Soldier Pulse Realm, not to mention that this third-level 'Soldier Pulse Realm' is three small realms higher than the ninth-level 'Pulse Realm'.

This one big realm, plus the gap between the three small realms.

Even if Fang Ziyan is a genius and has peerless skills, I am afraid it will be difficult to cross several levels to defeat the opponent.

The spectators in the audience exclaimed again.

"This realm gap, do you still need to fight? Throw in the towel! Someone kindly reminded Fang Ziyan in the ring.

He is right, judging from the current situation, this is simply a fantasy to challenge the opponent by several levels.

This martial cultivation cultivation Yuan Qi, every great realm is a chasm.

Compared with the "Pulse Realm", the "Soldier Pulse Realm" is several times stronger in terms of both the quality of Yuan Qi and the quantity of Yuan Qi.

The ten ordinary ninth-level 'Pulse Realm' martial cultivators are not necessarily the opponents of a first-level 'Soldier Pulse Realm' martial cultivator, let alone the Mighty Heaven is a third-level 'Soldier Pulse Realm'.

Although some people dissuaded him, Fang Ziyan remained unmoved.

The spectators in the audience also spoke up and persuaded:

"Little fat man, you are still young, don't lose your life here!"

"Yes! Admit defeat, stay in the green mountains, and don't be afraid of no firewood. ”

"If you keep fighting, you will die, come down quickly, such a big realm gap, admit defeat, no shame."

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Everyone, you and I say a word, but no matter how the spectators in the audience spit fly, Fang Ziyan still stands firmly in the ring.

When Su Linger saw so many people, she was persuading Fang Ziyan to admit defeat quickly.

Her mood also became very nervous, and she didn't want anything to happen to her senior brother more than anyone else.

She shouted in a worried tone:

"Senior brother, forget it! Don't fight! I admit it! ”

Seeing that the beautiful girl in red also said this, the spectators continued to persuade:

"Your junior sister has said so, admit defeat, she won't blame you, you are still young, and the future is still very long!"

"Yes! Oh, yes! ”

These spectators can't get used to the faces of these people in the Tiansha Gang, and they don't want them to win.

But they don't want the little fat man in the ring to give his life in vain.

Everyone wanted to try their best to persuade him to admit defeat and save his life.

Seeing that many people were persuading Fang Ziyan to admit defeat, Xiang Feiyu on the side said in a secret voice:

"In view of the fact that the gap between the realms of the two sides is too large, this seat will give you a special chance."

After speaking, he looked at Fang Ziyan and continued to amplify:

"Little fat man, if you admit defeat now, this seat can let you out of the ring, but you can't participate in the third competition to show fairness."

As soon as these words came out, the spectators were even more enthusiastic to dissuade them:

"Hear me! The swordsman has said this, he is giving you a chance to live, hurry up and admit defeat! ”

Xiongguantian in the ring saw that everyone was dissuading Fang Ziyan from the competition, and he said defiantly:

"Little fat man, don't be cowardly! If you admit defeat, your beautiful little sister will be ours! Our big men of the Tiansha Gang can't wait. Hahahaha······"

Xiongguantian used the radical method, he didn't want Fang Ziyan to admit defeat, he wanted to destroy this no way and no faction through this competition.

From then on, in the entire Ancient City of Burial Sword, there were only their Tiansha Gang.

What's more, Xiongguantian is ruthless by nature, hoping to kill Su Linger's senior brother and brother, so as not to leave disasters in the future.

As for the old man of Xuan Zhongzi, he is not a little thin, and he can't help the wind, and he can't make any big waves.

Wait until he cleans up his apprentices, and then find another opportunity to directly drive him out of the Ancient City of Burial Sword.

Seeing Xiongguantian's determined look, Fang Ziyan was a little angry.

Feeling Fang Ziyan's anger, Xiongguantian knew that his agitation method had worked, and it was expected that this little fat man would not admit defeat.

Sure enough, Fang Ziyan's words made everyone present feel very sorry.

He took out a spatula from his waist, pointed it to Xiongguantian, and said loudly: "Less nonsense, come on!" ”

is a simple five words, but it expresses his own attitude.

In fact, no matter whether Xiongguantian said words that stimulated him or not, he would not admit defeat.

In his heart, Su Linger's little sister's comfort was far greater than his own life.

Not only him, but also Su Linger and Wudi, they can all sacrifice their lives for each other without hesitation.

In a way, the relationship between their senior brother and sister is better than that of their relatives, and even better than the relationship with their master Xuan Zhongzi.

It's just that when everyone saw the 'weapon' in his hand clearly, they couldn't help but exclaim:

"Spatula?"

"Isn't that child's play?"

"Why are the weapons of your sect either kitchen knives or spatulas? Could it be that your grandfather was a cook? ”

"The little girl in front of me is holding a kitchen knife to compete, it's at least a knife, but this spatula is a bit too much when used as a weapon."

"Little fat man, your sect's path is a bit wild!"

Countless voices of doubt came from under the ring.

When Xiongguantian saw himself being pointed at by a spatula, he was both angry and amused.

Others don't know, but they know it very well.

Ever since they became disciples of Xuan Zhongzi, they had never touched any real weapons.

In their sect, they don't even have a decent weapon.

Whenever there was a little metal object, it was taken by the old man of Xuan Zhongzi to exchange for wine and drink.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone still had to eat, it was estimated that the iron pot in the kitchen would be sold by him.

Now this kitchen knife, spatula, or something is already the iron tool they can handle the most.

Xiongguantian touched the big knife in his hand and said with a sarcastic smile:

"Hahahaha······ Are you going to laugh at the old man? The knife in the old man's hand is called 'Bashan', but it is a treasure knife of the lower grade of the Yellow Order. Do you think the spatula you use for stir-frying can fight against it? ”

Everyone in the audience heard Xiongguantian say that the big knife in his hand was a treasure of the lower grade of the yellow level, and they pinched a cold sweat for Fang Ziyan for a while.

Originally, the cultivation realm of these two people was very different, and coupled with the yellow-level low-grade weapon in Xiongguantian's hand, this little fat man was properly dead.

Fang Ziyan didn't care about any yellow-level or not-level treasures, he only knew that no matter how strong his opponent was, he would win this competition.

Only if he wins this competition, the little junior brother and Wu Di don't have to play the third game, and at the same time, he can directly end the competition and save the little junior sister Su Ling'er.

Someone in the audience sighed:

"Hey! Why don't you listen to persuasion? Now it's good, and the little fat man's hope of winning is even slimmer. What a simple young man! It's going to be gone! ”

Seeing that the little fat man still maintained a calm face after hearing that his opponent had a yellow-level weapon, everyone felt that he was too simple.

Although the second competition has not yet started, everyone is already sure that the little fat man will lose.

At this time, Fang Ziyan said firmly:

"In my brother's words. The victory or defeat of the contest is not in the person, not in the weapon, and the spatula will still defeat you. ”