Patriarch's Hall Square.

The disciples watching the battle all looked sluggish, while some of the elders at the front had solemn expressions.

Seeing that he was covered in blood at this time, his white clothes were even more fragmented, and there were some small wounds in the exposed places.

He kept panting, looking a little embarrassed.

Zhang Jian was still standing in his original position, with a playful expression, holding a long emerald green whip in his hand.

This competition was a bit surprising, and it was not evenly matched as expected, and there was a big gap.

Because Zhang Jian's realm is actually higher than Mingjian, the spirit treasure in his hand is even more unpredictable.

Now that he is already at the peak of the early stage of the iQue Realm, Ming Jian has almost no power to fight back.

Every time Zhang Jian waved the long whip in his hand, the tip of the whip would cut a wound on Ming Jian's body, although it was not deep or heavy, but this way of torture made people a little tormented.

The disciples on the other side of the Yanfa Hall were a little angry.

They could all see that Zhang Jian was humiliating Mingjian, because with his ability, he could have ended this battle a long time ago, but if he still attacked with this soft knife to cut flesh, it would be humiliating.

Zhang Zhi, the head of the Sitting Forgotten Peak, looked at this scene, and his gloomy face showed a trace of disdain, this disciple really did not let himself down, and he hid more than twenty in vain, and this battle alone became famous.

After taking down Mingjian, and then waiting for the two of them to fight, everything went so smoothly.

"His realm turned out to be in the middle of the iGue Realm."

Zhou Yi said: "I didn't expect that there were disciples of this realm among the Seven Peaks, but I couldn't beat them when I saw it. ”

Fan Weimin stood aside indifferently and said indifferently: "I will let him feel this humiliation too." ”

The whip is heavy.

Seeing that his legs had been injured by Lingbao, and blood had flowed all over the ground, he was shaky at this time, and he couldn't stand steadily.

"You can't beat me."

Zhang Jian looked arrogant and said with a smile: "You better admit defeat." ”

Ming Jian ignored it, just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his body, and his eyes were still so tenacious.

A few days before the competition, he personally found his senior brother Fan Weimin and begged to replace him in the competition.

It's not to go to the quota of the academy, it's just to defeat the disciples of Zawangfeng in this grand competition.

No one knows why, only the clear mind.

All this was done for the sake of a conversation in the courtyard of Cuizhufeng that day.

If it weren't for that conversation, he might not have been able to set foot in the Divine Journey Realm for the rest of his life.

No matter how much others say that Shen Yu is inhumane, or what heinous things he has done, they can't erase the help he once gave himself.

He couldn't save Shen Yu, so he had to use another way to express his gratitude in his heart.

The Natal Spirit Treasure 'Broken Dust', which had been with him for more than 20 years, gradually emitted a faint white light, slowly rotating in front of him.

After being silent for a long time, this whisk made of 10,000-year-old cicada silk finally showed the true face of the spirit treasure.

Seeing that his vision began to blur, he still drew his hands in a circle, wrote a Dharma seal in the air, and muttered, "Go." ”

Then, the light was everywhere.

The dust turned into ten thousand white rays of light, rose into the sky, and then disappeared.

"Hmph, it's still too weak."

Zhang Jian said disdainfully.

Bite!

The object suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Jian, he suddenly withdrew the long whip, and the next moment, the white dust was blocked by him like a needle.

"That's it..."

Before Zhang Jian's sarcastic words were finished, his face suddenly changed.

Because he found that the power of the whisk became stronger and stronger, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, very slow, but the momentum was unstoppable.

Zhang Jian couldn't help but retreat, the long whip-like spirit treasure in his hand was almost pressed into an arc, his elbows had been bent to the limit, and the dust was only three inches away from his chest.

Seeing that his face was getting paler and paler, he was still straight, and his trembling right hand was pinching the law to death.

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Zhang Jian suddenly shouted angrily, his face was hideous, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly exploded, pouring into his hands like a tide.

Then, he finally stopped his retreating figure,

But the whisk still didn't give up.

So, one person and one dust began to confront each other in difficulty.

Countless people stared at the field, holding their breath and looking nervous.

I don't know how long, but I only heard a sigh.

The faltering Mingjian in the field finally fainted, and then the whisk lost its strength and fell to the ground weakly.

It's over.

...

Daoxin Zhenren said: "In the first game, Zhang Jiansheng won the peak of Forgetfulness. ”

Except for some cheers from the disciples who sat on the Forgotten Peak, there were no other voices in the field, and many people even felt a little pity.

Zhang Jian's face no longer had the previous arrogance, and when he remembered the battle just now, he actually had a feeling of being left behind.

Several disciples from the Yanfa Hall hurriedly came out and lifted Ming Jian off the high platform.

Dao Xuan Zhenren's face was expressionless, and with a wave of his hand, a cyan pill fell into Zhang Jian's hand, who hurriedly took it.

Hui Yuan Dan, a very rare high-grade elixir in the Taoist Sect, can quickly restore the spiritual power of cultivators.

The reason why this elixir was sent out was naturally for a reason.

Although the Dao Sect designated four disciples with outstanding talent and the strongest combat power to participate in this competition, if a disciple in the audience challenged one of the four to win, he would naturally get that person's place.

A cultivator is never safe and secure.

Every Taoist disciple has the opportunity to participate in the challenge, a very fair selection.

After Dao Xuan Zhenren glanced at everyone, he said lightly: "Can someone come forward to challenge?" ”

Fan Weimin knocked the ash in the pipe in his hand and said, "Okay, I'll beat him up for my brother." ”

He stepped out, then suddenly stopped, his face stunned.

At some point, another figure appeared in the field.

Ye Zhiqiu stood in the middle of the high platform and said loudly: "Ye Zhiqiu, disciple of the Qinglu Palace, please give advice." ”

He had been standing in the crowd of Qinglu Hall disciples from beginning to end, and no one had noticed when he had appeared there.

Countless people looked at the field in astonishment.

Although Ye Zhiqiu has also shown his edge over the years, he is still a newcomer after all, how to be Zhang Jian's opponent.

The most surprising thing is that the Qinglu Hall and Za Wangfeng are not friends?

Chen Cambodia came to Ye Zhiqiu's side in an instant, and said in a deep voice: "Nonsense, you are now a disciple of the Qinglu Palace, don't do anything wrong." ”

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and said calmly: "I just follow my heart. ”

"Do you think I don't know, do you think that Shen Yu came forward for the three of you and destroyed Zhang Zhi's natal spirit treasure, so you think you owe him a favor?"

Chen Cambodia said coldly: "However, you don't forget your identity, and you are not Zhang Jian's opponent at all, you are doing this purely to bring humiliation on yourself, if you don't draw a line with Shen Yu, then how will you deal with yourself in the Qinglu Palace in the future?" ”

Chen Cambodia continued in an aggravated tone: "The road of the Great Dao, isn't it as good as that kindness? ”

Ye Zhiqiu was like a slap in the face, his face was complicated, and his eyes were confused.

"Nonsense, not yet."

Daochen Zhenren scolded.

Ye Zhiqiu felt a majestic gaze, and subconsciously looked back, it turned out to be his master Xun Ju.

"You're a little short, come down."

Xun Ju's expression was very calm, and his tone was also very gentle, but Ye Zhiqiu felt an infinite pressure.

Ye Zhiqiu clenched his fists and wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say it, so he finally had to bow his head slightly and stand stubbornly in the field.

Everyone was extremely surprised that the hall master of the Qinglu Hall would speak out in person, and what was even more surprising was that Ye Zhiqiu did not obey his master's orders.

There was silence in the arena, waiting for something to happen.

Dao Xuan Zhenren just watched this scene quietly and did not urge.

"Let's go down."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded beside Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu subconsciously said: "No..."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned his head sharply to look, and then opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

With the same expression as him, there were countless elders and disciples in the audience.

"You're a little short now."

The man patted him on the shoulder and said lightly, "I'll come." ”