and spaced out two palms towards Xuanwu.

Xuan Wu still used iron rods to contend with magic weapons.

The moment he avoided the impact, Zhang Shan violently urged his true qi and disappeared from the spot.

Xuan Wu picked up the iron rod and hit it to the left-hand side.

Jang Shan happened to appear there.

"It's so perceptive." Zhang Shan's palms were together, a layer of pure yuan protective shield blocked the iron rod, his palms were wrong, and then he slapped out more than ten palms in a row, and the superimposed palm force met the iron rod.

Under the innate supreme magic weapon, the Pure Yuan Talisman Shield was shattered after only one moment.

It is colliding with the superimposed palm force.

Zhang Shan retreated with the force of the shock, and Xuan Wu's face changed, holding the iron rod that trembled strongly, and retreated again and again.

"Damn it!" Xuan Wu scolded secretly, and his face became gloomy and uncertain.

"Sure enough, even if you refine the best magic weapon, your cultivation will not be able to fully exert its power."

"Although it is dangerous, it is not impossible to deal with it after multiple weakenings."

Zhang Shan shook his hand and showed a smile that was really like this.

He had discovered earlier that although the power of Xuan Wu's wielding the innate supreme magic weapon was amazing, he had to retreat, but it was much smaller than he had estimated.

Hit it head-on, and sure enough.

Xuan Wu couldn't use the full power of the magic weapon in his hand at all.

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude!" Zhang Shan used the "Wild Goose Tour" technique, bullied forward, and started a close-range fight with Xuan Wu.

"Good time!" Xuan Wufen didn't let go, went forward to kill, and fought with Zhang Shan.

Urging the best magic weapon consumes a lot of true qi, and he couldn't attack Zhang Shan before, so Xuan Wu consumed a lot of true qi in vain, if Zhang Shan has been attacking him from a distance, he is really not easy to deal with.

Xuan Wu held the innate best magic weapon of the Divine Buddha Temple, and performed the magic stick method.

The two phases are one, and the power is not cast.

Crackling and fighting for dozens of rounds.

The whole ring was beaten to tatters.

The more Xuan Wu fought, the more frightened he became, although he couldn't fully exert the power of the innate best magic weapon in his hand, he still had a lot of blessings, and he actually fought with Zhang Shan, who was empty-handed, and became a draw?

Gen Wu can't accept it!

Even if Zhang Shan's cultivation is much higher than him by a small realm, it shouldn't be like this!

In the end, including Xuan Wu, and the monks who have been paying attention to this battle, no matter what they think in their hearts, they must admit it.

Not only cultivation, but also body method, fists and feet, defense, etc., Zhang Shan is in an advantage, and Xuan Wu's advantage is only the demon subduing stick in his hand.

In this battle, Zhang Shan showed the fact that he had mastered many excellent martial arts and had all of them cultivated.

It made the monks even more fearful.

"Xuanwu, it's time to finish!"

With a palm slapped away the demon wand, Zhang Shan made a proclamation, his palms were accumulated, and the surging true qi gathered in his palms.

Xuan Wu was furious and said, "Bastard! You think you've won! Eat me a stick! ”

Aiming at Zhang Shan's head is a stick.

Because of his anger, Xuan Wu didn't leave his hand at all, and the majestic true qi poured into the Demon Descending Stick, further stimulating the power of the Demon Descending Stick.

This stick is extremely powerful!

Between the swings of the stick, Xuan Wu vaguely heard Zhang Shan whispering.

"Idiot, it's so easy to get provoked."

I saw Zhang Shan's feet off the ground, his body in the air, close to the ground like a wild goose, flying past Xuan Wu's side with great speed.

Xuan Wu's complexion changed drastically, and he only had time to see the corners of Zhang Shan's smiling mouth passing by.

Sharp pain came from behind him.

A pair of fleshy palms, sturdy and imprinted on Xuan Wu's back.

The palm power penetrated through Xuan Wu's chest, came out through his body, and flew until he reached another ring two hundred meters away, knocking the two people who were fighting into the air before disappearing.

Zhang Shan clapped his hands, ignoring the two innocent ones, and the aftermath could only embarrass the two innate monks.

"That's it."

Xuan Wu fell to the ground in response, with a purple and black palm print on his back.

Pure Yuan Palm • Great Yuan Mudra!

Unlike the Stormy Waves, which have a wide range of attacks.

The attack range of this type of martial art is not large, but the destructive power of a single point is far greater than that of the stormy waves.

If it weren't for Zhang Shan, he didn't use all his strength, but he retracted his strength at the critical moment, and guided part of his palm strength to leak out.

Xuan Wuhui died directly under these two palms, and there was no corpse in the dead, and he was beaten into minced meat.

"The winner of this game, Zhenyuanguan Zhang Shan!" Ring No. 5 Zhendan Monk announced the results, he was the closest and looked the most carefully, Zhang Shan's combat power was a little too much for the other innate monks participating in this year's competition.

This made him a little worried, he was thinking about how the monk of his sect could defeat this person when he met Zhang Shan?

Xuan Wu was carried down by the people of the Divine Buddha Temple, and Zhang Shan flew back to the Zhenyuan Viewing Platform.

As he defeated his opponent with an absolute advantage again, his prestige among the disciples of the True Yuan Sect increased.

After receiving a wave of cheers, Zhang Shan sat in the first row of the stands.

Song Wen and Guo Xiaoguo were seriously injured, but they did not leave.

After taking the pill, I sat in the first row and observed.

At this time, the people who fought on the field were all innate monks, and just watching the fight between them could benefit them a lot.

Not only them, but the other eliminated monks, as long as they were not seriously injured enough to have to recuperate, all sat in the stands of their respective sects.

They also don't want to miss this opportunity.

“⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎！” Wang Yang, whose lower half of his head was tightly wrapped, muttered a thumbs up to Zhang Shan.

Muttered, couldn't hear what was said.

In the next second, the look of praise on Wang Yang's face disappeared and he became a little worried.

“⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎”

？？？

Three question marks popped up on Zhang Shan's head.

"Lao Wang, I understand your thumb, what do you mean by this worry?"

"Either you still have internal force transmission."

Wang Yang pointed to the bandage that wrapped his chin and spread his hands.

“。。。” Zhang Shan was speechless for a while.

Song Wen sat down at this time.

"I probably know what Wang Yang wants to say."

Several people's eyes looked at him.

Song Wen organized the following language.

"Brother Zhang, you were too strong in the second and third rounds."

"With cultivation, martial arts, and tactics alone, I defeated two innate cultivators in a row."

"Especially Xuan Wu, he took out the innate best magic weapon, but he still couldn't put too much pressure on you and was defeated by you."

"He didn't even force you to pull out your hole cards!"

"And with your strength, it is impossible for the view not to give you hole cards."

Song Wen said solemnly: "Brother Zhang, you have become the biggest stumbling block on the way to the first place in the innate competition of the various sects!" ”

"To remove your stumbling block."

"In the next two rounds of elimination, the opponents you face are afraid that they will be raised by their respective sects again to stop you."

"Even you passed the knockout rounds and got a spot."

"In the points competition after that, I'm afraid your battle order will also be in hell mode."

Wang Yang nodded again and again, indicating that he meant that.

Well, that inaudible sentence is so rich?

Zhang Shan was very skeptical.

"Don't worry, I've thought about all of these before I adopt such a tactic."

"There are Guan Lords and Elders Above who are pressing, and other forces can give limited help to each sect."

"As long as I don't exceed the upper limit of the rules of this big competition, I have a way to deal with it."

Guo Xiaoguo had been listening, and then interjected.

"What if someone deliberately violates the rules and takes the opportunity to use a force that exceeds the rules to hit you hard?"

"After all, as long as one person from each sect achieves a good ranking, it will be fine."

"The other contestants can be sacrificed and used to block strong enemies."

Zhang Shan's eyes were sharp, looked at Guo Xiaoguo, and then said helplessly.

"I wish you weren't a crow's mouth."

"But if that's the case, I can only seek self-protection first, and then see if there is a chance."

Guo Xiaoguo's words gave Zhang Shan a wake-up call.

In order to achieve the goal, some people do not care about the rules.

On the contrary, they will use rules and fouls to achieve their own goals.

This made Zhang Shan's heart a little more vigilant.