The presiding officer of the ring was a plump and beautiful Jindan female monk in a pink dress, Jin Qian, "Senior brothers, senior sisters, senior sisters, today we are holding a challenge, and that is our Ning Changkong Ning Senior Uncle will fight against the three hundred and twenty disciples of the Tianwu Sect one by one!" Let's wait and see, the exciting challenge is coming! ”

"Because there is only one Uncle Ning who will fight, we will set ten games every day! First of all, the first game, the challenger Wang Wu's junior brother, who cultivated in the middle of the foundation building and majored in the spirit sword, had achieved very excellent results in the disciple trial competition! ”

"Now for the challengers and fighters!"

Ning Changkong walked into the ring.

A circular symbol in the center of the ring.

There should be a formation buried underneath, but it can control the fluctuation of the attack in the field without hurting the outer crowds and buildings.

Wang Wu is a burly man in his thirties with a wide face.

Wang Wuda swaggered into the venue, tilted his head, and snorted coldly.

According to his seniority, he is at the junior level, and he should give Ning Changkong a salute.

But thinking that the other party might be the demon lord of the demon clan, Wang Wu immediately raised his head angrily, when did the sect actually allow the demon clan to be there?

He must teach the other party a good lesson.

It is best to beat the opponent half-paralyzed, and then let him consciously withdraw from the sect.

Lin Chuyue jumped down the steps after making a bet, looked at the burly man in front of him, directly used the opponent's head as a springboard, jumped on his head, and rushed towards Ning Changkong.

"Damn it, what?"

When he sensed something above his head, he was startled, and when he reacted, the white mass had already rushed over and pounced on Ning Changkong.

Ning Changkong stretched out his hand and grabbed the ash ash, then turned around and said:

"It's just a mid-stage foundation building, you go to Qiaolan and watch from the side."

As he spoke, he wrapped the ash with spiritual power and threw it towards Qiaolan, who had just sat down in the stands behind him.

Qiao Lan reached out to catch the ash of protest, and comforted her while brushing her hair.

Qin Luoling originally wanted to reach out to take it, but seeing Ash Ash heading directly towards Qiaolan, she withdrew her hand stupidly, feeling a little surprised in her heart.

She felt that she was so careful to take care of Ash Ash, and she was sincere enough, Ning Changkong should trust herself.

Yang Xiaobao on the side took out a spirit fruit and lured Ash Ash: "Ash Ash, come here, give you something delicious!" ”

Lin Chuyue gave him a roll of his eyes and looked at the ring.

In the ring.

Ning Changkong turned to the comer: "You can make a move!" ”

"Hmph, you can be so arrogant when you use secret methods to cover up your cultivation in the early stage of foundation building?"

Wang Wu suddenly sneered and twisted his neck, shook his shoulders, and clenched his fists.

"Seeing that you are a disciple of the Ancestor's closed door, I don't need a sword, I will directly educate you with my fist! You'd better leave the Heavenly Martial Sect as soon as possible! ”

"The Heavenly Martial Sect doesn't welcome the Demon Clan!"

As he spoke, he rushed towards Ning Changkong.

Ning Changkong watched the other party's relatively weak spiritual power surge, his legs spread and shoulders level, and his hands behind his back.

"What? Why is he so big? Didn't even sacrifice the spirit sword?! Many people immediately exclaimed.

"Wang Wu has a refining body!"

"He once killed the bear demon of Tsukiki with his fist directly in the misty forest!"

Many female disciples screamed in amazement and couldn't help but cover their eyes, lest they see a bloody scene.

Uncle Ning is so handsome, he was blown up by a punch, it's a pity.

The male disciples grew their mouths one by one, is this Uncle Ning a fool? Facing a challenger who is beyond his own cultivation, he is waiting to be beaten?

Wang Wu saw that the other party was stupidly in an immobile posture, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he attacked him straight to the chest.

Ning Changkong watched the other party move slowly, and when he arrived in front of him, he twisted his body to avoid the fist that came towards his chest, then moved his left foot to the side, stretched out his right foot and kicked at the opponent's chest.

"Bang!"

This kick kicked the opponent firmly, Wang Wu looked at it in disbelief and avoided the opponent when he was about to hit the opponent's chest, and before he could see how the opponent kicked it, he was kicked away.

"It's too slow!" Ning Changkong said. When he was concentrating, he found that Wang Wu ran over like a slowed down animation, moving in front of him frame by frame.

Crashing into the stands, Wang Wu vomited a mouthful of blood, and then fell unconscious. His chest collapsed.

And the few elders who had just arrived and Leng Hao just happened to see this scene.

"Boy, so fast!" Elder Li exclaimed.

Seeing the arrival of the sect master and elders, many people looked at the ring master's seat.

Soon, Wang Wu's friend went over to help Wang Wu up from the coma, and this person looked at Ning Changkong incredulously. Wang Wu broke several ribs and his chest collapsed badly.

"Sorry, I didn't control the force!" Ning Changkong didn't expect that the other party was too indifferent, and he only used five points of strength, which would actually seriously injure him.

"This is the Repair Pill." Ning Changkong sacrificed a pill. The man hurriedly accepted it and thanked him.

For the challenge, disability is inevitable, but the other party also gives a repair pill, which is kind.

After taking the pill, he found that it was a second-level elixir with two pill lines.

"Thank you, Uncle Ning!" The man thanked him solemnly.

Ning Changkong didn't want to see his life in the first game. After all, they are the same door, and the door rules still watch each other and help each other.

The overall atmosphere of the Tianwu Sect is very good, and he likes it very much.

Although it was a misunderstanding this time, he believed that as long as he found Zhan Pingzhi, the truth would be revealed, and he didn't need to say anything.

In the stands, there was silence.

Everyone thought that Ning Changkong would be splattered with blood, but they didn't expect that before they could see clearly, Wang Wu had already fallen to the ground vomiting blood and was unconscious.

"In the first game, Uncle Ning won!"

The host, Jin Qian, stepped on a lotus flower with a ground-level aura surging and a lotus to the center of the ring and announced the winner this time.

"May I ask Uncle Ning, do you want to take a break or continue."

"Go ahead."

Ning Changkong said, he hadn't contributed much yet.

"Okay, please invite the second challenger, Zhang Hang!"

With the sound of the beginning.

Zhang Hang saw that Wang Wu was seconded, and he sacrificed his weapon very carefully, but he was also kicked away.

This time Ning Changkong only used three points of strength, Zhang Hang was kicked and fell to the ground on the edge of the ring, but he quickly stood up, and the bleeding from the corner of his mouth wanted to continue.

"I'm sorry, don't fight, I only used three points of strength, I'm afraid I'll cripple you, I don't have so many repair pills to give away, pills are not cheap." Ning Changkong said lightly.

He didn't expect that the monks below the foundation would become so vulnerable under him.

"What the hell are you cultivating?!" Zhang Hang didn't expect that the other party had only made three points, so just now Wang Wu was seriously injured, how much strength did the other party make?

Is it because you are afraid that you will be seriously injured that you will be so restrictive? What kind of cultivation is the other party?

Didn't you say that it was just the beginning of the foundation?

"I'm married." Ning Changkong stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly.

"What ?!!"

"Isn't it just the foundation being laid?"

"How is that possible?"

The stands suddenly exploded like a frying pan, and there were incredible discussions.

Even many of the Yuan Infant Stage monks were surprised, because they couldn't see Ning Changkong's cultivation.

"A year to build a foundation, and a few months to get married? What kind of fantasy is this?! ”

"But although Wang Wu didn't use a weapon, he didn't keep his hand, and was directly seriously injured in seconds, Ning Changkong's cultivation must be above the middle stage of foundation building. So he really got married? ”

This news made a group of monks who had not built a foundation for more than ten years and could only marry for tens of hundreds of years to be embarrassed.

If there were no two competitions, they would definitely say that Ning Changkong bragged and blew the sky.

But that's really the case.

The monks of the foundation building period were defeated by him with a punch and a kick. He also had to be forced, so as not to accidentally kill someone, and he had to pay for medicine if he was seriously injured.

Generally, when he was injured in the competition, he thought he was unlucky and bought medicine out of his own pocket, but Kening Changkong even gave the pill for treatment.

Many people admired Ning Changkong's mind very much, and the title was naturally and respectful, "Uncle Ning is really a genius, otherwise he would not be accepted as a closed disciple by the ancestor." ”

"Zhang Hang admits defeat, thank you Uncle Ning for your mercy!" Zhang Hang bowed towards Ning Changkong.

"In the second game, Uncle Ning won!"

The host hurriedly flew into the arena and announced the winner of the second game.

"Congratulations to Senior Uncle Ning, He Xi, I didn't expect Senior Uncle Ning to be able to marry in such a short period of time, he really deserves to be a genius disciple among the geniuses of our Tianwu Sect!"

Ning Changkong stood there without sadness or joy, waiting for the third scene.

The host asked Ning Changkong again if he needed an intermission, but Ning Changkong vetoed it.

The third person is in the late stage of foundation building, and he admits defeat as soon as he comes, although he is in the late stage of foundation building, but he can only have a tie with Wang Wuhe.

This challenge is arranged from the lowest level of cultivation.

The first ten games were all foundation building.

Without exception, in the fourth game, he directly conceded defeat.

Until the eighth game, the disciple of the foundation building perfection still decided to have a good fight with Ning Changkong, he had fought with many evil cultivators in the Jindan period when he went out this time, and he also defeated his opponent several times.