Wei Wuxian has a feeling that since the novice hall, there have been people in the lip building who have been secretly paying attention to him, whenever he applies for the competition, he will almost arrange stronger opponents, and give promotion in the lip shadow area, this time it is directly in the information hall in advance to build momentum, the number of ordinary seats to watch is as high as eighty, and the VIP seats have reached a sky-high price of two hundred!

It is not difficult to see that the other party's purpose in doing this is to increase the sales of the hall, and of course, it also indirectly increases his income, so he is also happy to see it.

Such a loud promotion has attracted everyone's attention, and before the opening, more than 1,300 people have chosen ordinary seats to watch the game, roughly calculated that it is nearly 100,000 viewing points; If you win, you can get 4,000 points, that is, 400 pins of Yuan Jing.

Wei Wuxian was very satisfied with this, and strode towards the teleportation room with his head held high.

On the battlefield, the monk sat cross-legged on the ground, deaf to the noise on the viewing platform, and did not open his eyes and stand up from the ground until Wei Wuxian entered the arena.

Wei Wuxian had heard it in the hall: this [Magician] didn't look like a monk at all, and he was killed and disabled in four competitions, not a good kind.

Wei Wuxian carried the spirit hoe and looked at the opposite side with blazing eyes.

The monk had dark skin and a fierce face, holding a vajra demon pestle in his hand, and he was also looking at him as he stood there.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the monk slowly approached, and when he was five zhang away, he suddenly grinned, and his body was like a ghost in front of Wei Wuxian, and the sharp Vajra Demon Pestle stabbed straight into his chest.

Wei Wuxian was startled, the two were five feet away from each other, and the other party's speed was too fast, only to rarely put the spirit hoe across his chest, and a strong force hit the spirit hoe, and Wei Wuxian's whole person flew out.

The monk's blow was blocked, and his body continued forward, ready to make up for it.

However, Wei Wuxian's body flew backwards, but the spirit hoe in his hand was not idle, and he swept over with a backhand hoe, almost hitting his bald head.

With such a delay, Wei Wuxian had already retreated ten feet, and his figure fell to the ground and stood firm.

Wow...... The audience in the stands all let out an exclamation, it will not be too bad to be able to advance from the ninth grade, and the eyesight is still a little, and the battle just now, it is obvious that the monk has the upper hand.

However, Wei Wuxian is not weak, he can still keep his defense from being broken after losing the opportunity, and his skills are obviously stronger than those in the first four games.

Those who have watched the previous competition remember: the monk also attacked like this suddenly, and the opponent had almost no resistance under his blows, and was crippled in a few rounds.

The people watching the projection in the lip shadow hall outside were also shocked by the lightning-fast attack, and almost instantly, a large number of people entered the scene to watch the battle.

Qin Yuchuan in the work area touched the sweat on his forehead, if the [farmer] couldn't carry it just now, his arrangement would be a bit self-defeating.

In the arena, the monk looked at Wei Wuxian again, the attack like that just now was extremely heavy on his body, and it could not last, so he could only use his surprise to attack him unprepared. If you can't get the upper hand, then you have to look for another opportunity.

Of course, Wei Wuxian didn't know the details of it, and he still had lingering palpitations about the monk's ability to attack in front of him from five zhang away in an instant, so he directly put the spirit hoe in front of him and made a defensive posture.

The monk saw that Wei Wuxian was well defended, holding the vajra demon pestle in both hands, and reciting the magic formula in his mouth.

How could Wei Wuxian let him cast a spell at will, his body shook, and he picked up the five-foot spirit hoe and rushed forward.

When the monk saw this, his eyebrows raised, his hands held the pestle unchanged, his body retreated sharply, the incantation in his mouth quickened, and his eyes stared at Wei Wuxian's every movement.

Wei Wuxian's speed was extremely fast, ten zhang away from a few clicks, the five-foot spirit hoe smashed down with the sound of the wind, the retreating monk still did not stop chanting the incantation, the whole person seemed to be being dragged by a rope from behind, and always kept a distance of one zhang from Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian exerted his strength again, followed closely, and swept over with a swing of his spirit hoe.

This time the monk didn't dodge, he stopped chanting the incantation, revealing a strange smile, and the vajra demon pestle in his hands suddenly released a black light, enveloping his entire body inside.

The spirit hoe swept through the black light, but it was empty, Wei Wuxian put away the spirit hoe in surprise and released his divine sense, but there was nothing in front of him, and the monk didn't know where he went!

Not only that, but there was no trace of the monk in the forty zhang distance covered by his divine sense, and he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

As for the black light, it shrank into a grain of light, and finally disappeared into the void.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience, they also found no trace of the monk, but since the domain arena did not announce the end of the game, it meant that he was in the arena, but he couldn't see or feel it.

Wei Wuxian secretly smiled bitterly, remembering that last time he used this trick to deal with [Thousand Hands], now that retribution has come, people are even more clever, and they are playing missing right under your nose.

He had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he was holding the spirit hoe tightly in his hand, guarding against the other party's sudden attack.

The spectator platform fell silent, as if they were in it, holding their breath one by one, nervously staring at the situation in the arena.

There was a lot of discussion in the lip shadow area of the hall, all speculating where the monk had gone, and what form he would appear in the next moment to attack. Many people were attracted by the battle situation and chose to enter the battle, after all, the light curtain outside was blurry and there was no sound, and the experience effect was too poor.

Qin Yuchuan was praying in his heart for God's blessing, hoping that Wei Wuxian would survive this stage. The number of spectators has tripled since the beginning to more than 4,000.

In the Domain Arena, Wei Wuxian suddenly carried the spirit hoe with one hand, and with the other hand, he quickly played out one spell after another in the air, with him as the center, a white mist began to rise within a range of forty zhang.

"Fogging... Make no mistake! This is a spirit plant?"

"What's the fuss, [Farmer] used it last time, but this time it's faster. ”

"But does it work for him to do so?"

"Who knows, just watch!"

There was an immediate commotion on the viewing platform.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and in an instant, Wei Wuxian's figure was hidden inside.

Wei Wuxian was still apprehensive about the monk who had appeared in front of him from five zhang away in an instant. If the other party is hidden within a distance of five zhang, even if the divine sense senses the other party's move, it will not have time to resist, so he simply uses the [Water Spirit Technique] to fog up the nearby area, so that the other party cannot observe him with the naked eye, and if he uses the divine sense, he will be detected immediately.

No matter how clever the concealment technique is, the premise is to restrain the aura and divine sense, as long as it is exposed, it will reveal its tracks.

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, sensing the movement around him completely through his divine sense, and suddenly his eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes and looked ahead to the left.

On the viewing platform, I suddenly saw the fog surging in the arena below, the golden light loomed inside, and the sound of gold and iron intersecting resounded throughout the square.

The mist gradually dissipated, and Wei Wuxian and the monk reappeared in everyone's eyes.

Wei Wuxian's left hand drooped, and a large amount of blood flowed down, and the monk's right chest was in tatters, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Obviously, they were both injured at different levels in the battle just now.

Outside the hall, as the competition in the arena entered a stalemate, people who were still watching chose to enter the arena to watch the battle.

Previously, they were afraid that the monk would solve the opponent in three or two clicks, and it didn't make much sense to go in and watch the battle, but now it seems that the two are on equal footing, and it is obviously not possible to distinguish the winner in a short period of time.

Qin Yuchuan looked at the rising viewing data, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, this [farmer] is really his own lucky star, it seems that whether he can go further this time depends on him.

The treatment of the lip building is excellent, every time he is promoted, the benefits he gets are almost doubled, and the exercises he cultivates require a lot of resources, otherwise, with his second-grade Dao Ji, how can he be willing to join the lip building, an organization that has a history of only more than 100 years, and did not choose to enter other major sects.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the exercises he cultivates, he is the descendant of the [Soul Refining Sect] that was destroyed by the Central Plains Cultivation Alliance a hundred years ago, and for the current cultivation world, it belongs to the evil demon outer path and is not allowed in the world.

He didn't care about this, what is evil and what is evil? Those hypocrites in the so-called righteous and famous families are even more despicable and obscene in private than the evil demons in their mouths, brutal and bloody.

The green light in Qin Yuchuan's eyes flashed, and he decided that if the [farmer] won this competition, he would go to see him, that guy should have blocked the information, otherwise he had sent thousands of messages in the past, how could there be no reaction at all.

The rules of the Lip Realm do not allow staff and customers to meet directly, but this is a fart for an evil cultivator who cultivates the Evil Demon Outer Dao Exercises.