Chapter 21: Sprinkle poison powder

Three days later, outside the city.

A large area of open space was cleared, and ordinary people were isolated hundreds of miles away.

Everyone knows that this competition cannot be a competition, and there is no point in building a ring.

The people of Xuantian Sect and Cangyuan Palace each occupied one side and looked at each other from afar.

The sects that came to be referees, or the towns, are no longer the four at the beginning, but all the sects that can come have arrived.

After all, the seven peerless spirit roots have to be shot, and there is a strange spirit root that appears for the first time, and everyone has to think about it.

It is said that young people are fighting, but as soon as the people on both sides stand up, there is a clear difference.

The young people on the Xuantian Sect's side are basically teenagers.

Qin Xuan was the largest, twenty-eight, followed by Montaigne, twenty.

And although the faces of Cangyuan Palace are all young and middle-aged, the actual age of fifty years old is considered young, and there is even a guy who is nearly 100 years old.

There is no way, Cangyuan Palace is not good enough to recruit seven peerless spirit roots at one time.

The disciples they recruited within a year had only achieved the highest level of cultivation, and they had only achieved the fourfold level of mortality, and they were not enough to plug their teeth.

"Hey, hey!"

In the battle viewing sect, some people couldn't help laughing, but after laughing, they quickly shut up. In the cultivation world, people under the age of 100 are indeed young people, and this ridicule is very unreasonable.

But Xuantian Sect was not polite here, and laughter rang out one after another, and it made Cangyuan Palace's teeth itch.

The Cangyuan Palace Master's face is not good-looking, this is already the youngest combination he can pick out, and the combat power is not bad, but no matter how you look at it, it is a group of prime-aged bullying little dolls.

Sect Master Wang coughed lightly and stood in the middle of the clearing.

"Don't pick opponents, regardless of the realm, each send one person to play!"

Xuantian Sect Dai Luo walked out first.

Her beautiful appearance lifted the spirits of all the people who eat melons.

In the battle to exterminate the Demon Gate, the combat power of the people of the Xuantian Sect has been almost displayed.

Therefore, the man who walked out of Cangyuan Palace was a man with a double ring, who overwhelmed Dai Luo only in terms of bearing.

Seeing that neither of them meant to speak politely, Sect Master Wang flew out of the field as soon as he shouted.

As soon as he left, the monk of Cangyuan Palace quickly swung his arms sharply, and a stream of fire rushed out of the double ring and blasted towards Dai Luo.

"Soul Casting Realm! It's still a fire spirit root! ”

The monks who watched the battle all exclaimed, as soon as Cangyuan Palace came up, it sent almost the strongest person, and the opponent was just a high-level woman in the Mortal Realm.

There was no suspense in this contest at all.

Great Elder Yu Batian, sitting on the chair and snorting coldly,

"Humph! Cangyuan Palace is afraid of losing ten games in a row, is his face too ugly? Just take out the strongest one? ”

Sect Master Qi's face was flat, he was sure that Xuantian Sect would not lose, so it didn't matter if he lost one or two games.

In the face of a strong opponent, Delo really had no power to fight back.

During the annual exam, she couldn't even beat the Soul Refining Realm, so how could she fight against the Soul Casting Realm in just one month.

However, she remembered Montaigne's explanation, and rushed out of the field after spilling a handful of poisonous powder.

The raging fire brought up a strong hot wind, which blew dust all over the arena at once.

The monk of Cangyuan Palace screamed, covered his face with his hands and fell to the ground, desperately picking at his eyes.

Large patches of blood gushed out, but it could not flush all the poison out of the body.

With a kick on both legs, he died on the field.

However, he won, because Deluo had already fled back to his own camp and was hiding behind Guo Jing to look around.

"Hah! Well done! ”

Montaigne gave a thumbs up.

But Delo was not so easy, this was the first time she had killed someone with her own hands, and her little face was as white as winter snow.

"Bastard! The little demon girl uses poison? Aren't you an Ice Spirit Root? ”

The master of Cangyuan Palace took the case and scolded angrily.

The Great Elder was extremely protective of his shortcomings, and blurted out back,

"Who said that Ice Spirit Root can't be poisoned? Isn't there also sea snake venom in your Cangyuan Palace? Take it out and use it! The dignified soul casting is high-level, and he was put down by the six reuse poisons of the mortal, and he is ashamed to die! ”

Sect Master Wang would let both sides scold endlessly, he jumped into the arena and shouted:

"The first one! Cangyuan Palace wins! ”

"The second game begins, one person from each side!"

Guo Jing Dong ran into the open space, but Cangyuan Palace was slow for no one to respond.

"What's going on! To fight or not? ”

Guo Jing shouted at Cangyuan Palace.

Cangyuan Palace is in a dilemma, if everyone in Xuantian Sect sprinkles a handful of poisonous powder, what will he do in Cangyuan Palace?

Ten people died if they won ten games, and Xuantian Sect's side seemed to lose without losing their faces, after all, they were all children!

Gritting his teeth, the Cangyuan Palace Lord made a decision,

"Substitution! Last Wind Spirit Root! Blow all the poisonous powder to Xuantian Sect! ”

It is definitely a taboo to change generals in battle, there is a wind spirit root, but the cultivation is only the second order of the body refining realm, and the difference between him and Guo Jing is not big.

What if Guo Jing doesn't spread poison and comes over directly to pounce?

Shame on you!

The named Wind Spirit Root's face was whiter than Delo's.

Dong Tianyang, the eunuch of Pinghai Palace, is standing next to his father, and the legend that he was thrown down by Guo Jing in the main hall of Xuantian Sect has long been spread throughout the entire Cangyuan Palace.

No one knows where this legend came from, and whether it is true or not, but judging from Dong Tianyang's never defensive, eighty percent of it is true.

"Go! What are you doing? ”

The Cangyuan Palace Lord was furious.

The generals hand-picked by himself actually hid in the crowd and twisted like the girls, and his hands were still covered in front of his crotch.

"Idiot! What are you afraid of? If you go up, you can blow the wind blade, and don't let him get close? That kid is just a mortal realm! Three feet away and no threat, look at you cowering! ”

As soon as his palm poked out, the Cangyuan Palace Master grabbed the disciple and threw it onto the field.

The kid was also in a hurry, and without waiting for Sect Master Wang to leave, he closed his eyes and began to blow the wind.

Sect Master Wang didn't even bother to shout at first, he shook his head and rose to the ground.

Guo Jing laughed a few times, and ran towards the disciple with a sway.

With his huge size, he can still block the wind when he runs on the ground, and if he flies, he will definitely be blown out of the field directly.

"Idiot! Open! ”

The Cangyuan Palace Lord scolded.

Feng Linggen was like a blind man, not even looking at the other party approaching quickly step by step.

Although Guo Jing has a huge physique, his body is not bulky.

The wind blades that had no target were all easily dodged by him.

Hearing the palace master's scolding, the disciples of Cangyuan Palace hurriedly opened their eyes and saw Guo Jing raising his hand to sprinkle poison.

He quickly closed his eyes again, and the wind in his hand was twice as strong.

Fortunately, he roughly saw Guo Jing's position, and the disciple predicted the direction according to his heart, and slashed the endless wind blade.

Guo Jing's chicken thief is very good!

I'm not afraid of being embarrassed.

He was lying on the ground and crawling forward, all the wind blades whistling over his head, and not even a single hair was cut off.

There was laughter outside the field, I never thought that the battle between the monks could be like this.

The Cangyuan Palace Lord was so angry that his beard was crooked, but he had already reminded him once, and if he reminded him again, it seemed that he couldn't afford to lose, so he could only sit on the chair and sulk.

Fortunately, the laughter also played a role in reminding, and the disciples of Cangyuan Palace quietly opened their eyes and were immediately startled.

Guo Jing quickly crawled towards him like a toad, and the distance between the two was less than ten zhang.

"Whoosh!"

The Cangyuan Palace disciple jumped up and hung in the air.

The wind blade in his hand fell like raindrops.

Guo Jing stood up and ran in the direction where everyone in Cangyuan Palace was, and the strong wind blew behind him, which made Guo Jing's speed speed up a few points.

"Not good!"

The Cangyuan Palace Lord was well versed in the methods of the rivers and lakes, and when he saw Guo Jing's ill-intentioned smile, he jumped up.

At this time, Guo Jing had already run to the edge of the clearing, and as soon as he turned around, he raised his palm.

"Retreat! Damn it! ”

The Cangyuan Palace Master burst into foul language, watching Guo Jing spill a handful of poisonous powder.

Then the wind swept towards the location of Cangyuan Palace, scaring everyone to show their speeds, and they ran away in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha!"

Xuantian Sect burst into laughter, they no longer had any hope of victory, and they were completely watching the excitement with a relaxed attitude.

The onlookers of the sect also laughed happily.

The winning side was embarrassed and angry, and the losing side was leisurely and happy, and this kind of competition scene was the first time they had seen it.

The monk in the middle of the air was terrified, and if he poisoned himself because of him, he would be severely punished even if he won back.

He quickly stopped and looked at his own people who were scattered.

The sound of the wind disappeared suddenly, and the cunning light in Guo Jing's eyes flashed, and his legs kicked the ground like cannonballs and shot at the disciples of Cangyuan Palace.

The distance between the two was not very far, and coupled with the fact that the guy was distracted, Guo Jing bumped into him, and then hugged the Cangyuan Palace disciple tightly and laughed.

"Hahaha! I'll see where you're going! ”

The disciple of Cangyuan Palace only felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but scream loudly.

"What's it called!"

Guo Jing exerted his strength, threw him out of bounds, and flew triumphantly towards his own position.

"In the second game, Xuantian Sect won!"

Sect Master Wang came to the field and quickly announced the results of the competition.

There are no dead people, no one doesn't lift it, and even the poisonous powder that Guo Jing spilled is fake, just loess.

The people of Cangyuan Palace, who were so angry and ruined, couldn't say anything when they returned to their positions.

In the second battle, it turned out to be a fighting wit, and the winner was still a big bear-like rammer!

"Not bad! Clever! ”

Montaigne gave Guo Jing another thumbs up.

If Guo Jing really spilled the poisonous powder, the loss would be far beyond the scope of Cangyuan Palace's bearing, and it is difficult to say whether the two major wars really broke out in the end.

Guo Jing smirked, naΓ―ve and cute.