"You've lost."

Su Xie used his slender fingers to make a slight move towards Jishou, the talisman on Jishou's forehead disappeared, and a red glow flashed on the plate axe.

Without confinement, Ji Shou roared, wanting to attack Su Jie, but as soon as he moved his body, he immediately spurted blood from his mouth and fell to the ground with a snap.

The change from a state of high-speed movement to a state of stillness in an instant is beyond the body of a monk, and if it weren't for the fact that Jishou's body far exceeds that of an ordinary monk, then he would die.

His body at the moment, both meridians and flesh and blood, had been severely damaged, making it impossible for him to continue to fight against Su Jie.

The position of Zhang Feng on the seventh peak, Xu Yuan's handsome face didn't have much expression, but a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes under the pair of thick eyebrows.

He got up and flew out of the stands, came to Jishou's side, fed Jishou a pill, looked at Su Xie deeply when he turned around, and then left the battle platform with Jishou in his arms.

"Boss, I'll ......" Jishou saw the disappointment in Xu Yuan's eyes, and seemed to want to explain something, but was stopped by Xu Yuan.

In fact, Jishou did not lose in strength, nor did he lose in intelligence, but because he was careless and did not understand the way.

When his plate axe was resisted by Su Xie with a rune, because he didn't understand the run, he couldn't see that his weapon was caught by Su Jie's rune, and he thought that Su Xie was simply resisting his attack.

Moreover, the realm of 'Fu is not only paper' is also not long after Su Xie comprehended it, and Ji Shou did not know it, so it led to his fiasco.

"The one who holds the No. 7 or 8 lottery goes to the stage."

At this moment, there are three people left who have no competition, the fourth peak Qiangyuan Peak, the fifth peak Yongfeng and the sixth peak Tu Weifeng's nine sons, the position of Qiang Wei Peak, a handsome young man got up and looked at the nine sons of Yongfeng and Tu Wei Peak.

This person is wearing the same robe as Chu Wei, he is the youngest of the nine, his name is Mu Ran, if you want to talk about talent, except for Chu Wei, he is no worse than the other seven, but the cultivation time is still short.

Shangguan Jing'er's handsome face had a look of pride, and she didn't mean to stand up, it was Yongfeng who stood up, a tall and good-looking woman.

"It turned out that the person who drew the No. 9 lottery was Shangguan Jing'er, no wonder she has always looked proud."

"Shangguan Jing'er was lucky, she directly avoided the first round of the competition, I don't know if she can continue her luck in the next round of competition?"

"However, Mu Ran and Ran Xinwei are not good at fighting methods, the two of them have one alchemy and one refining weapon, if they don't know what the fighting method will be?"

Soon the two came to the battle platform, and when they saw Ran Xinwei, who was very well developed, and Ran Xinwei's clear and beautiful face, Mu Ran's immature face was slightly red, and when she looked at Ran Xinwei, her eyes were evasive.

Seeing Mu Ran's shyness, Ran Xinwei covered her smile and said, "Little brother Mu Ran, my sister doesn't want to hurt you, you, admit defeat!" ”

Hearing this, Mu Ran's face turned even redder, but he still shook his head slightly, his face was firm.

"I'm not going to throw in the towel."

"I'm going to make a move." After Mu Ran finished speaking, he reached out and wiped the empty bag on his waist, and under his control, a flying sword flew out.

One, two, three...... Ten handles...... Sixteen handles, seventeen handles.

A total of seventeen flying swords slowly rotated around Mu Ran after they appeared.

These flying swords are all mid-level magic weapons.

After Ran Xinwei saw it, her expression became solemn and she put away her smile.

Ran Xinweiyu's fingers were slightly curved, her hands were facing each other, and there were words in her mouth.

Huh~

A birdsong came from between Ran Xinwei's palms, and then a brilliant red halo appeared, and suddenly, a palm-sized, firebird with a burning flame all over her body flew out from between her hands.

Boom~

It didn't end, one by one the firebirds kept flying out in front of Ran Xinwei, flying around her body, cheering, chirping, and screaming.

"Sickness." Mu Ran stretched out his hand and pointed, and the flying sword that was slowly rotating around him suddenly stopped, and the tips of the sword pointed at Ran Xinwei in unison, and then with a "buzz", the brush flew out and stabbed at Ran Xinwei.

"Go." Ran Xinwei's delicate arm waved slightly, and her flock of firebirds also flew out in a hiss.

The flying sword, the firebird, the two blink and touch.

Bang bang bang~

A series of sonic booms exploded in the round sky, and the flames shone brightly, extremely dazzling.

However, Mu Ran smiled, immediately turned around and stepped on the flying sword, flying away from the center of the battle platform, and at the same time, he even pointed in front of his mouth and shouted: "Explosion!" ”

Ran Xinwei's expression changed, and when she saw Mu Ran's seal, her face immediately lost color.

Rumble~

The void in the entire round sky shook violently, and in the center of the battle platform, the ground exploded, the flames were monstrous, the smoke rolled up, and the ripples of impact turned into circles and spread.

Black smoke rose in the center of the battle platform, like a mushroom-shaped black cloud, which was very spectacular.

"My mother, Mu Ran is even more a loser than that kid from Xuanhuang Peak, there are more than ten flying swords, and all of them are mid-level magic weapons, and they will explode when they say it."

"Alas, Mu Ran is young after all, too willful, so many magic weapons are gone, it's a pity."

"Yes, I have worked hard, worked tirelessly for the sect, and I was born and died to do the task of the sect, and I can't get a middle-level magic weapon in ten years and eight years, alas!"

The smoke cleared, revealing a looming shadow beneath the smoke, where she lay with her lips and blood, flowing down her cheeks, and on the ground next to her head.

Ran Xinwei struggled to support herself, took out the medicine bottle from the empty sac, poured out the pill and took it, and began to meditate cross-legged, exercising to heal her injuries.

"Uh......" Mu Ran on the edge of the battle platform put away his smile, his face was a little apologetic, and he immediately returned to the center of the battle platform.

Coming to Ran Xinwei's side, looking at Ran Xinwei's pale cheeks and the red blood stains on her face, Mu Ran scratched her head with her hand, and said in a slurred voice: "That...... Senior Sister Ran, I'm ...... I didn't mean to, I didn't expect to hurt you so badly......"

Ran Xinwei didn't answer, closed her eyes, and continued to heal.

"That's how the winner is decided? It's over as soon as it starts......"

"Mu Ran can win, mainly because of his stubbornness and ignorance, Ran Xinwei never imagined that Mu Ran would suddenly blow up so many magic weapons."

"Isn't it possible to compete well in the battle of the Nine Sons this time? The competition is not a joke, isn't it normal to be injured, this Mu Ran actually went to apologize? ”

This fourth competition ended so simply and rudely, and this first round of competition ended here, and Lu Zhi directly abstained from the four people who were eliminated, so the end of the nine sons was Lu Zhi.

Then there will be Qian Fengxue, Ran Xinwei and Ji Shou competing for the eighth, seventh, and sixth places, while Chu Wei, Kong Liluo, Su Xie and Mu Ran and Shangguan Jing'er, who directly promoted, will compete in the next round tomorrow.

"Little junior brother, let's go back." Li Mu stood up and said to Chu Wei: "Your competition is tomorrow, we must cherish the time and hurry up our cultivation." ”

Chu Wei was very helpless, so he could only run back with a black face and follow Li Mu.