"The first game of the Jindan initial group, the winner, Sanxiu Zhuang Hanging."

The thin referee declared the end of the first match, and the winner was the unknown monk.

Whether it is a disciple of the main sect or a disciple of a small sect, the cultivation resources are provided by the sect.

Casual cultivation is different, there is a lack of cultivation resources, wealth and wealth are scarce, and there is no guidance from elders for cultivation.

Therefore, the realm and quality of cultivation are much lower than those of sect monks.

To be able to defeat a group of sect monks, stand out from the city level and state level, and come to the Dao Sect, the difficulty can be imagined.

"Remember him, there is a major suspicion." Jiang Qun told Luo Shuiwei.

He flipped through Zhuang Hang's previous battle records, and it can be said that he crushed all the way to the finals, and he could end the game with a maximum of five moves each time, even if he came to the finals and played the first game, he only used five moves to defeat the opponent.

Strong and terrible.

"Yes." Luo Shuiwei has memorized most of the page of the list.

"Next time, I'm sure I'll win!" The loser was a very energetic monk, and although he lost to Zhuang Xuan, he was not discouraged, but agreed to fight again next time.

Zhuang Hang glanced at his opponent indifferently and gently spit out two words.

"Boring."

"You!"

The loser's expression changed slightly, and Zhuang Hangtoo had no one in his eyes.

Zhuang Hang ignored the reaction of the losing side, jumped out of the ring, his eyelids drooped, and yawned boredly.

If it weren't for Dabi's generous rewards, he wouldn't want to come and play with a group of children.

It's not fun to win, it's not challenging at all.

Soon Zhuang Hang ushered in the second game, the opponent was a polite sword-wielding monk, regarded as a faction, it should be a Confucian cultivator, and the cultivation was a gentleman's sword.

"In the Mingtai of Xiajian Tower, please give me more advice." Mingtai held the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword was facing downward, he saluted obediently, and his smile was very shy.

Zhuang Hang still looks like he hasn't woken up.

He doesn't have a good impression of this kind of polite monk, he has no blood at all, it's okay to fight and make trouble in normal times, but once he is on the battlefield, he fights life and death, and it is this kind of person who dies the fastest.

He had fought several times with Confucian cultivators in the Merge Period, and this kind of monk should chew words on the court, and he really didn't have to go to the battlefield to charge.

Whoop –

The cyan sword flashed, Zhuang Hang's instinctive head was tilted back, the cyan sword slashed along the neck, the cool breeze blew, and the neck was aware of it, and a shallow sword mark appeared, which was quickly stained red by blood.

"This realm can cultivate the sword to such a realm?" The monks who participated in the competition exclaimed, some of them had never seen Mingtai's performance in the first competition, and now when they saw Mingtai make a move, they realized that this was a fierce opponent.

"Jin Dan has such a sword cultivation in the early days, and he can fight with the silent old thief." The old man of the cultivation world was surprised, there had been no kendo genius in the Central Continent for a long time who could be comparable to the silent old thief.

"This Zhuang Hang is not simple, and he has not exerted his full strength from beginning to end." Another veteran of the cultivation world nodded, it is worthy of the battle of the great world, the first few groups of competitions have been eye-opening, and in the early stage of Jindan, all walks of life are even more brilliant.

"It's going to be a dragon fight." The tall monk said slowly, his gaze cold as ice.

He lost to Mingtai in the first match, and he has also studied Zhuang Han's fighting style, and if the two meet together, they will surely collide with fierce sparks.

"It's a pity that my "Turtle Breath Technique" has no use!"

In the ring, the jade pendant fell from Zhuang Han's neck.

Fang Cai's cyan sword not only left a shallow blood mark on Zhuang Xuan's neck, but also cut off the rope of the jade pendant.

Zhuang Hang bent down and solemnly picked up the jade pendant, his voice was low and hoarse, no longer the listless look.

"Zhuang Daoyou, are you finally going to be serious?" Mingtai looked at Zhuang Hang with burning eyes, eager to try.

Zhuang didn't answer, and said to himself, as if he was talking to Mingtai.

"This jade pendant is of great significance, it was left to me by my master before he died, the master said that I was an orphan, when he picked me up, I held this jade pendant in my hand, the jade pendant was the only clue left to me by my parents, I have always been close to protect it, never let it fall to the ground."

"You're the first one to let the jade pendant land."

"You can know that the dragon has reverse scales, and it is ...... to touch it Mortal! ”

Zhuang Hang's throat let out a beast-like roar, which sent chills down people's spines when he heard it, he raised his head suddenly, staring at Mingtai deadly, his eyes were like a demon beast that had lost his mind.

"His momentum ......"

The Sect Master of the Imperial Qi Sect was slightly surprised, at this time, Zhuang Xuan's aura was almost comparable to that of the early Yuan Infant stage.

You must know that Zhuang Hang is only in the early stage of Jindan.

Zhuang Hang went crazy and pounced on Mingtai, exuding a shuddering black aura all over his body, I don't know what kind of exercise it is, the only thing that can be confirmed is that no one wants to be his opponent!

Boom –

Zhuang Hang was swept away by a sword qi and fell under the ring.

"Whew, it's dangerous, it's dangerous." Mingtai was shocked and patted his chest.

After calming down, he walked to the edge of the ring, looked at Zhuang Hang, who was still in a daze, and saluted with his sword.

"High momentum does not mean that cultivation is high, Mingtai has been taught."

Zhuang Hang blinked his eyes, he didn't react to what was happening, shouldn't he be mad and tear Mingtai apart, how did he lose himself?

……

"Where did you recruit the disciples from the Sword Tower?" Lu Baqian looked at Elder Sikong in surprise.

Others can't see it, but he can see it clearly by the great monk of the Tribulation Period, this sword has a lot of connotations, and it is extremely changing, where it seems to be cut out of the Jindan Period.

Even if the Yuan Infant Sword Cultivation can cut it out, it must be called a genius!

Elder Sikong could show this kind of expression when he saw Lu Baqian, who was showing off his martial arts all the way, which was more refreshing than eating ice cubes in summer.

"Hehe, it's all said, Mingtai is the only person in my Sword Tower who has received the supreme inheritance."

……

"This sword is okay, and I can use the word cutting trick to this level." In the spiritual space, the imprisoned Lu Yang observed the battle in the ring through the small window left by the immortal fairy.

Mingtai's moves were really unexpected.

If it weren't for Mingtai, he would have almost forgotten that he was a sword cultivator.

"This little guy doesn't look like a human." The immortal fairy stared at Mingtai twice, and quickly lost interest.

She wasn't interested, Lu Yang did, and Lu Yang hurriedly asked what was going on.

"He was like a sword spirit who gave birth to a true spirit and became a living being, and someone made a body for him and invited him to enter into it, and the spirit and the flesh became one, making him a real human being."

Lu Yang was thoughtful, he had all the information on the participating Tianjiao in hand, and the information on the table was recognized by the Supreme of the Sword Tower, inheriting his mantle.

"Could it be that he is the sword spirit of the Sword Tower Supreme?"

In this way, everything makes sense.

The second shift was around eleven o'clock

(End of chapter)