"You're playing now, even if you win? When no one dares to go up in the end, you will definitely be much stronger than Zhao Fu if you go up again, I am doing this for your good!".

The Great Elder said to his apprentice in a serious voice, if you want your apprentice to be truly famous, you can't do it in a closed-door competition.

Moreover, these elders have their own calculations in their hearts.

How many people are bound by the words "for your own good".

Wei Kaishan's meaning is very clear, to help his disciples build momentum, make a name for themselves, and strive to become famous in a battle, so in this competition between the two sects, they don't even want their disciples to play.

Only when you win the Jumbo Contest can you remember the name, and then it is the most effective to play.

And in a few days, it will be the Treasure Competition, in case you are injured in this competition, like Zhao Fu, can you still play in the Treasure Competition?

The older generation has plans for the older generation, and they are already old, so cultivating their disciples as soon as possible is the really important thing.

As for some fame, face, and the like, only if you are strong, you can have face!

Therefore, in this closed-door competition, they would rather not let their disciples play, let them preserve their strength, and wait until the Treasure Competition breaks out again.

However, Lu Ruofeng's group of juniors are at a passionate age and are full of spirit, so suppressing their sharpness makes them feel a little rebellious in their hearts.

Lu Ruofeng looked at Zhao Fu who was fighting in the field, and there was a trace of envy in his heart, if his master was also Sun Zhiqian, what would happen?

Of course, Chang Daogang knew what his elders thought, and let others take care of the things that were consumed by the injuries, and then let his disciples play when the treasure competition was really famous.

If you don't make a hit, you're already a blockbuster.

But he was very angry about this, although the thoughts of these elders were right, but the reputation and face of the Qianyuan Sect were not more important than others?

For so many years, Chang Daogang has been cultivating, and he has very little management of things within the sect, and he has left it to the elders to do.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Qianyuanzong has lost a certain sense of honor, and only selfishness and intrigue remain.

So when he looked at Zhao Fu, his heart was even more happy.

While these people were thinking about things, a new round of fighting in the square began.

Originally, it was a group of two, but after the battle was over, the next group would be replaced to play against each other to see which one had the most people in the end.

But because of Cui He's words, the nature of this competition changed.

Zhao Fu lost three people in a row, and even his breath was not chaotic, and he still seemed to be at ease against the new Fengqingmen monks.

Except for a master like Yun Muchuan, it seemed that it was difficult for everyone else to hurt him.

Not surprisingly, after an immortal technique, another monk from the Fengqing Sect was defeated, and Zhao Fu still walked back to the same place, his tone still calm.

"Next!"

Ji Jiancheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, Yan Xiao on the side had long wanted to rush up, but at this moment, he finally got the consent, and rushed into the square like a gust of wind.

The disciple of Fengqingmen was not out of the field after being defeated, but he was kicked out by Yan Xiao who came over, as if he was kicking a piece of garbage.

"Zhao Fu, I won't let you be complacent for long, if you don't admit defeat, I will really beat you to death!"

As soon as the words fell, he couldn't wait to rush over, the speed was much slower than Yun Muchuan, but the momentum on his body was a strong oppressive force!

Zhao Fu was suddenly startled, and he also felt a hint of threat in his heart, and subconsciously blocked the dark iron sword in front of him.

Bang!

Yan Xiao smashed down with a punch, and the moment the fist was smashed, it had already turned into pitch black, as if it was cast from steel.

When the huge force came, Zhao Fu felt as if he had been hit hard by some kind of fierce beast, and his body involuntarily slid backwards.

After stopping, Yan Xiao had already deceived himself, and he followed him like a shadow, that is, he was

A steely punch with a palpitating aura.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under this offensive, Zhao Fu was defeated and retreated, and soon retreated to the edge of the square, each blow making his arm numb.

"Is it physical cultivation?" Zhao Fu was horrified in his heart, the power Yan Xiao displayed could even be compared to the power he had after casting the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon!

Only a madman who cultivates his body, who only cultivates his body and does not cultivate immortal arts, can be so strong!

Huo Ling'er immediately retorted: "It's not physical cultivation, although it is close to the strength of physical cultivation, but it is not as simple as physical cultivation, he used some kind of special immortal art to turn his body into copper tendons and iron bones, and his strength has also increased!"

"Some kind of immortality?"

Zhao Fu suddenly stretched out his thunder and fire wings, rushed behind Yan Xiao like lightning, raised the iron sword in his hand, and then smashed it down!

While!

After a loud bang, Zhao Fu seemed to have smashed a sword on the bronze bell, Yan Xiao did not dodge or dodge, and even left any traces on his body.

He turned slowly, and with a flick of the iron sword shook the iron sword aside.

"Zhao Fu, I can guarantee that you won't even have time to shout out if you admit defeat!"

With a domineering aura, Yan Xiao bullied him again, and the route turned back, a pair of iron fists completely turned black, and the fists fell like a storm.

Not only the fist, but the black was still spreading towards his body, and even the arms quickly turned black.

His speed wasn't too fast, and he didn't need to be that fast, and every blow contained a devastating force that made the air explode directly.

Zhao Fu kept resisting, but every blow made his body ache, and his bones were faintly cracked, if he continued like this, he would probably be beaten to death by Yan Xiao!

"Pyrotechnics!"

A flame condensed in his hand, and then flew out directly, smashing heavily on Yan Xiao's body, and then exploded, surging flames.

But at the moment when the flames exploded, Yan Xiao's body turned black, even on his head.

The short hair stood on end, as sharp as a steel needle.

The flames didn't do him any harm!

Zhao Fu was shocked in his heart, you must know that this is not an ordinary flame, but a volcanic flame species!

The flames failed, and he used the Sharp Metal Technique, the Water Yin Technique, the Aoki Technique, and the Thick Earth Technique, and the Five Elements Immortal Technique was used all over again, but none of them caused any damage to Yan Xiao.

Yan Xiao patted his chest contemptuously, as if dusting off: "That's all you have? Then my junior disciples are too wronged!"

He stepped forward, one leg supporting his body, and the other leg was thrown like an iron whip, and the wind tightened suddenly, and the wind blew in his face.

Zhao Fu's heart sank, but his heart was ruthless, the iron sword in his hand was raised high, and then he slashed down with all his strength!