On the first day of the martial arts competition, in the morning, three poles were raised, and four large rings had been built on the large square of the outer courtyard, each of which was one zhang high, ten meters long and wide, and the floor was paved with green bricks.

A large number of people gathered in the square, and in the past few days of the martial arts competition, the entire outer courtyard has a rare holiday.

Gu Qingci was the last person to come to the entire square, and he was ashamed to see that others who had arrived earlier than him and were more involved.

Because he came too late and had no place, he could only stand in the corner, listening to a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes next to him preaching with high spirits, these four rings were built by immortal cultivators, and with a wave of immortal cultivators' sleeves, the four rings were built, and his words were full of yearning.

"Friend, are you also here to watch the battle?" The guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes was a familiar talker, he turned his head to Gu Qingci and asked enthusiastically.

Gu Qingci: "......"

"Do you know Zhang Qianjun? This martial arts competition can compete for the top ten, he is my cousin. Thick eyebrows and big eyes said proudly.

That look, as if his strength could rank in the top ten of the martial arts competition.

No wonder he was so familiar, those thick eyebrows and big eyes were exactly the same as his cousin, Gu Qing slandered.

"Not only that, Song Changfeng, who is ranked first, is the eighth nephew of my distant cousin's third aunt's fourth uncle's seventh nephew......" The thick eyebrows and big eyes were like a river, and he talked endlessly, and the relationship he said made Gu Qing unable to figure it out.

"Wait a minute, my cousin will fight against that Gu Qingci, let me tell you, it doesn't take five moves for my cousin to make that Gu Qingci cry, I heard that kid is only twelve years old. ”

Gu Qingci turned sideways slightly, avoiding the flying spit, he decided to stay away from this guy, otherwise when this guy talked about him to others in the future, he would also have a relationship similar to "the third aunt of the distant cousin, the fourth uncle, the seventh nephew of the eighth nephew".

After all, he wants to guarantee the finals of this martial arts competition.

The four rings, divided into four directions, east, west, north and south, were surrounded by chairs made of yellow spirit wood, which were seats for the jury, and immortal cultivators in brocade clothes sat on them.

In addition to the miscellaneous servants, there were also many students who came to watch this five-year event, and of course, their main focus was on people like Chen Xirong and Song Changfeng.

Let's take a look at the others.

Finally, in the expectation of everyone, an immortal cultivator in his thirties appeared, and he first read out some boring content, then some things such as not fighting to the death, the point is to the end, and then the rules of the competition.

You can win by knocking someone out of the ring, and if your opponent loses combat effectiveness, you can also win.

The martial arts tournament has begun.

Gu Qingci was in the north ring and left the third game.

He stood under the north ring, watching the people in the ring fight, fists and feet, and vigor, as if he was going to tear down the ring, and the people below were boiling with enthusiasm, and they couldn't wait to stand up and fight.

Almost everyone has a group of relatives and friends who are shouting and cheering, and even those who are handsome and there are girls who are shouting, seeing this scene, Gu Qingci patted his head with some annoyance, and made a mistake.

At this moment, there was an unsightly sound of trading in the corner.

A young man's voice said in a low voice, "Five spirit coins at a time." ”

A young girl's crisp voice replied, "Five spirit coins, who do you send?"

"Ten is too many, seven!"

"Nine!"

The fierce bargaining was wonderful and did not lose the battle in the ring, and finally the two of them made a deal for eight spirit coins.

It is really a declining world and a moral decline, and he actually does this kind of thing in public, Gu Qingci turned around, looking for the object of the voice, he saw a handsome young man in black take out eight spirit coins in pain, and said to a delicate girl with grinned teeth: "Wait a minute, the shouting and cheering must be loud." ”

The girl grabbed the spiritual money and said with a big grin: "Don't worry, the old lady is a professional." ”

Gu Qingci's face was full of question marks, my God, there is still such a suffocating operation?

Does such a cheering cry still have a soul?

He silently touched his pocket, there was no spiritual money!

It's really a spiritual money, and it's hard to beat a hero.

The second scene in the north ring was the handsome young man who gave money, he jumped into the ring very chic and looked at the sturdy young man opposite.

"Come on Zhang Jianyu, you are the best!" erupted in the screams of the delicate girl in the crowd.

The handsome young man named Zhang Jianyu showed a smug look, and immediately felt that this transaction was not a loss, and the eight spirit coins were worth the money.

But in the next second, another girl's cry came from the crowd: "Xiong Chenfeng, you are the best!"

Zhang Jianyu's expression froze, and Xiong Chenfeng on the opposite side was very proud.

The shouts of the two girls came and went, Zhang Jianyu felt that something was wrong, he followed the prestige, this look, almost didn't make him angry to death, what two people, it was clearly that a delicate girl, she first shouted Zhang Jianyu come on, and then changed her voice and shouted Xiong Chenfeng You are the best, seeing Zhang Jianyu looking over, in addition to shouting, she pointed her fingers and said confidently that Xiong Chenfeng also gave her eight spiritual coins.

Who told you not to give one more?

This girl is very good, she shouted for a long time, her face was not red or panting, her voice was not hoarse, and she was extremely professional.

Under her shouts and cheers, the two of them in the ring actually fell out of the ring and were both out.

This poisonous milk, Gu Qing was speechless.

In the third game, it was finally Gu Qingci's turn, he jumped onto the stage, and there was already a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing on the stage, and the distance between the two was a foot.

The guy smiled, revealing eight snow-white teeth: "My name is Zhang Qianjun, from the refining workshop, I know you, Gu Qingci, from the Tattoo Palace, you guys in the Tattoo Hall are too weak, I advise you to surrender, so as not to accidentally seriously injure you." ”

Gu Qingci was not annoyed, but said lightly: "I am not good at learning, please give me a lot of advice." ”

There are also people in the audience betting on how long Gu Qingci can stalemate, and how many moves Zhang Qianjun can beat Gu Qingci.

Gu Qingci just smiled, no matter how others looked down on him, he just had a heart as hard as iron and was unmoved.

Zhang Qianjun moved first, he ran the Xuanfa, his hands clenched into fists, and a yellow hazy light appeared on his fists, Gu Qingci could see that this person was practicing the Xuanfa of Strength.

Zhang Qianjun hit the ground with both fists, boom! With his fist as the center, the floor cracked one by one, two feet wide, and spread towards Gu Qingci like a spider web, and the floor under Gu Qingci's feet cracked in an instant, and at the same time, a powerful shock wave hit him, wanting to stun him.

Gu Qingci moved sideways, avoiding this large-scale attack, and before he could stand firm, Zhang Qianjun had already smashed over like a cannonball, and the sandbag-sized fist had the power of Qianjun, hitting Gu Qingci's chest directly, and he wanted to seriously injure Gu Qingci with one blow.

However, Gu Qingci only turned sideways slightly, Zhang Qianjun's punch suddenly missed, and the violent fist wind blew Gu Qingci's clothes, and he was like standing in a hurricane, standing still.

Zhang Qianjun landed on the ground and smashed a big hole on the floor, the whole ring seemed to be shaking, and the immortal cultivator in a seat frowned, this immortal cultivator was repairing the ring, Zhang Qianjun's destructive power was the strongest, if this thing went all the way, wouldn't his workload be worrying.

Zhang Qianjun's second shot missed, and his attack was like a storm, but before he could use his third move, Gu Qingci started his first shot.

When Zhang Qianjun had not yet landed, he hit a piece of egg-sized grained stone, which was engraved with a cyan fivefold pattern, the cyan lines flickered, and a total of seven thick vines waved.

Even though Zhang Qianjun had the strength of Qianjun, it was difficult to break these seven vines for a while.

Oh no! He was shocked.

Gu Qingci's right hand reached out like lightning, picked up Zhang Qianjun and threw it off the stage, the movements were clean and neat, relaxed and freehand, and the desperate Zhang Qianjun struggled to break free from the vines while watching himself fall into the ring.

In the ring, Gu Qingci threw away Zhang Qianjun and clapped his hands, very chic, as if he wanted to bounce off the dust, as if he was not throwing away Zhang Qianjun, but a bag of garbage.

At the moment when his foot touched the ground, Zhang Qianjun finally broke the seven vines, but it was too late.

"Gu Qingci, win!" an immortal cultivator pronounced the outcome of the battle.

The audience was dumbfounded, they thought it was a one-sided battle, and the battle was indeed one-sided, but it was the opposite of what was predicted.

Gu Qingci won very easily, and he won a top fifteen opponent in strength, everyone was stunned, this result was not expected at all.

He was twelve years old as a tattoo cultivator from the Tattoo Temple, and everyone thought that he was at the bottom of this event, and he should be the one who was easily knocked out of the ring.

During the whole process, Gu Qingci moved sideways, turned sideways, threw out a stone, and finally threw Zhang Qianjun out, and doing a set of broadcast gymnastics was much more laborious than this.

"Not bad, not bad. The immortal cultivator in charge of repairing the ring had a smile on his face, and at this moment he looked at Gu Qingci very pleasantly.

"Gu Qingci, I don't accept it, you are tricky, if it weren't for your attack method being too weird, how could you let me leave the ring!" Gu Qingci jumped down from the ring, but saw Zhang Qianjun's eyes glaring angrily, this top fifteen strength was very dissatisfied with his own elimination like this.

Someone next to him added: "Indeed, tattoo cultivators are too rare, and they have begun to be able to take advantage of them unexpectedly, but they can adapt quickly, if it weren't for the rules of the ring competition, Gu Qingci wouldn't have been able to win." ”

That's what a lot of people think.

"Okay, go talk to the immortal cultivator. Gu Qingci smiled and said, "Originally, I thought that only the weak would use excuses, but ......"

He shook his head, didn't say the words later, turned around and left, too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Qianjun, who was embarrassed and angry.

When he came to the casino in the corner, it was still the fat man, and when he saw Gu Qingci at this moment, he trembled a little, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Gu Qingci's fellow Daoist, you really should be a blockbuster in the ring." ”

Gu Qingci said directly: "What about my more than ten bottles of spirit grass liquid?"

He suppressed his winning rate yesterday, and the odds were ten times greater, making a small fortune.

And the probability of him taking the top three is even more terrifying three digits, and when the time comes, it may make the casino lose all its money, thinking of this, Gu Qingci is very happy.

"These more than ten bottles of spirit grass liquid, directly bet on me to win the next handful. Gu Qing resigned.

"The next match hasn't come out yet. The fat man said weakly.

"No matter, let's bet first. Gu Qingci showed a lot of wealth.