"Wow, magic weapon. A disciple from an ordinary family exclaimed with envy and surprise. However, the appearance of the Hanmu ruler this time did not bring an uproar and cause a sensation like the first few times, after all, there is no shortage of children from wealthy families among the teenagers in the field, and it is not the first time they have seen magic weapons, most of them still have magic weapons, and their vision and vision are not comparable to those teenagers from ordinary families, only exclamations of three or three.

Looking at the cold wooden ruler in Scar's hand, the faint chill it exuded, separated by a certain distance, Zhao Jiuge felt the cold, and the layers of silver light and mist wrapped the scar boy as if he were nothing, and a sense of danger came to his heart.

Zhao Jiuge's most worrying thing finally appeared, competing for spiritual power and law decision, even if he cultivated to a high level without a scar boy, Zhao Jiuge also had the confidence to fight, but he became a monk halfway, and there was no force behind him, and the scar boy who had no way out had nothing to do, so he directly used the magic weapon to press Zhao Jiuge with his family heritage, just bullying you!

The stubborn Zhao Jiuge just didn't believe in the evil, his eyes were wide with anger, and his delicate face was dyed a little red and dizzy, I don't know if it was because of the tumbling of qi and blood in his body before, or because of anger, with the spirit of not admitting defeat and moving forward, he drank lightly with some momentum, and then the speed of the handprint in his hand accelerated, bringing up pieces of phantoms.

Originally by the cold wooden ruler that emitted cold air, the golden torrent-like aura, as if prompted by something, if you look closely, you will find that the golden torrent light shadow is like a phoenix that wants to be reborn at this time, wanting to break the shackles that bind itself, staggering, and even began to move again, only to see that the range of action is getting bigger and bigger.

Zhao Jiuge's face was pale and flushed, this Sanskrit holy body was currently urged to the extreme, it was already the limit of this cultivation, spiritual power and no money were instilled, although there was some panic in his dark eyes, but it was quite calm, because things had not yet reached the point of being uncontrollable, and he still had a killer idea.

"Hmph, what doesn't open your eyes will open your eyes to the eyes of ordinary people and understand what a gap is. Seeing that Zhao Jiuge was still not giving up, and was still controlling the torrent of golden spiritual light, Scar laughed angrily.

In my heart, I want to have a good time in front of this crowd, and I will consume a lot of spiritual power when I use this cold wood ruler once, and I usually don't use it until the end, but the young man's temperament still can't help but want to show off, and the scar boy thinks that since he used the cold wood ruler, this poor boy from the mountains has no background at all, so after using the cold wood ruler without any scruples, the huge spiritual power consumed will drain his body, after all, the more powerful the magic weapon, the deeper the strength to exert its power, and the consumption is equally amazing。

"The cold wood is a roll of heaven and earth. With a low shout, the scar boy's eyes were sharp, but the movements in his hands were not slow, his right hand rolled over, and the cold wood ruler that he held tightly squeezed crossed a small arc in the air on his chest.

With this stroke, the temperature on the stone platform dropped sharply, as if the air had become viscous, and the cold aura gushing out from the cold wood ruler rolled up a whirlpool, and then became bigger and bigger like a snowball, instantly freezing the golden torrent of light and shadow.

"Click, click.... ”

I saw that the golden light and shadow condensed with spiritual power were frozen and slowly cracked, and then cracked, turning into something like ice slag, dissipating between heaven and earth, and the previous offensive was dissolved by the cold wood ruler.

Zhao Jiuge's heart sank, he was surprised by the power of the cold wood ruler, and then he was surprised, after using the cold wood ruler, the scar boy was like no one, didn't he say that the magic weapon that became more and more powerful, the greater the consumption, this cold wood ruler looked at the aura emitted by it, it was not an ordinary magic weapon.

It's just that Zhao Jiuge didn't know that he himself could change his physique through the Quenching Spirit Pill and Yuehua Lu, compress it and then undergo a qualitative transformation, so the scar boy with a rich family background has been instilled with all kinds of miracle elixirs since he was a child, how can he be worse than him? Not to mention that the realm of others is one level higher than him.

Although there are thousands of thoughts in his heart, but looking at the cold light coming to his face, Zhao Jiuge's body movements are not slow, and Zhao Jiuge, who has no time to launch any offensive, can only tightly protect his spiritual power in front of him, the glazed golden light of the Sanskrit Sound Holy Body shines, his left foot stepped forward, and his right hand tentatively resisted and waved it over.

Bang.

There was a heavy sound, and then everyone saw that Zhao Jiuge flew upside down for dozens of meters like a hunched body, and the layer of glazed golden light on his body had disappeared, and a tight contact made Zhao Jiuge suffer a lot of injuries.

"Poof. ”

Zhao Jiuge, who was lying on the ground, supported his hands, struggling to get up, his arms were constantly trembling, the sleeves of his robe had been torn, and he was about to get up when he staggered, his chest was sweet, he couldn't hold back anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then his body that was finally supported collapsed.

I saw that Zhao Jiuge's delicate face had already turned pale, and the corners of his mouth still retained a touch of red, which was unusually eye-catching and dazzling, and his dry lips were trembling slightly, but his dark eyes were still bright, even in this sudden drop in temperature, it could bring people a trace of sunshine and warm their hearts.

Everyone in the audience was unusually quiet, looking at Zhao Jiuge's eyes with some sympathy, only Bai Qingqing's face was calm, but the white and slender green onion fingers betrayed her heart, and the white fingers had already been pinched blue, but she didn't notice it, and her red lips murmured softly, "Jiuge, after a year, after I can go out of the sect to take over the task, I will definitely not be able to beat him, the old lady swears."

The voice was very small, even Wang Million next to her didn't hear it, there was no trace of anger, no trace of feeling, calm and terrible, and then sighed lightly, and said in his heart, Jiuge, Jiuge, with the way you are now, it is very good to be able to do this step, and I believe that your achievements in the future will not be underestimated.

Looking at the sunshine in his eyes, the tenacious Zhao Jiuge, his body trembled slightly and tried to get up, he was a little embarrassed and a little pitiful, but the stubborn look on his face also infected everyone present.

"Hehe, if it weren't for the door rules, I would have liked to accept this Zhao Jiuge as an apprentice. Zhou Zhijiao looked at the young man who was struggling on the stone platform with an appreciative face, a little embarrassed, a little regretful, he was only responsible for the outer door to train new disciples, even if he cultivated himself, he was not bad, but he did not have the ability to accept apprentices, and ordinary disciples only had the opportunity to apprentice after entering the inner door.

Coach Wang and Coach Li next to each other looked at each other and smiled, without words, obviously Coach Zhou moved the idea of Aicai, to the point where they saw it, they were vicious, and they didn't care about the momentary gains and losses, what they appreciated was the young man's persistent belief, and the cultivation of immortals changed like this, but the geniuses with many excellent qualifications were as conspicuous as the stars at first, and finally became plain.

Cultivating immortals should adhere to the persistent pursuit, so that people can take one step at a time, steadily and steadily, and accumulate steadily.

The woman in white who stepped on the fiery red flying sword and the personable Wu Tianshan also looked at Zhao Jiuge with a strange light, and sighed a little in their hearts, but unfortunately no matter how persistent the young man is, he can't change the dilemma, it's nothing to lose, I'm afraid that because of this moment's blow, the young man can't accept everyone's eyes and be depressed, and the temporary loss is just to pave the way for the next win.

"Admit defeat by yourself, and then say that I was wrong, and in the end, stay away from Bai Qingqing in the future, and I will let you go, and there will be less pain in flesh and skin." The scar boy got carried away and stopped the offensive, holding the cold wooden ruler in one hand, and pointing at Zhao Jiuge extremely arrogantly with the other, the excited look that couldn't be hidden between his eyebrows, and when he saw Zhao Jiuge lying on the ground, his eyes were full of smiles.

Zhao Jiuge didn't admit defeat, naturally the competition was not over, the scar boy's words fell, and the audience became quiet, and everyone was waiting for Zhao Jiuge's reaction.

Coughing lightly a few times and taking a breath, Zhao Jiuge struggled to stand up, slowly raised his head, didn't seem to ease his breath, grinned halfway, and suddenly laughed, with a bright smile, "You go to die, dream." ”

After saying this, it seemed that he had exhausted a lot of strength, and then he didn't say a word, just looked at the scarred boy who looked like an idiot with contemptuous eyes.

"You. The scarred boy's chest trembled, and after opening his lips angrily and spitting out a word, he didn't know what to say, but his eyes turned hideous, and he rushed up quickly, kicking it several times in a row, accompanied by a dull sound with each kick.

Zhao Jiuge, who was lying on his stomach, couldn't help but twitch when he was kicked by this mess, and his cough became even heavier, the cruel scar boy did not use a cold wooden ruler, but simply externalized his spiritual power, kicking and beating Zhao Jiuge, and suddenly Zhao Jiuge's body was full of flesh and blood, but Zhao Jiuge didn't make a sound, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were stubborn.

Everyone outside the arena was a little silent when they saw this scene, their mood became complicated, and they couldn't bear to watch it.

Bai Qingqing's eyes were flushed red, but he still didn't make a sound.

The pain in his body did not make Zhao Jiuge cry, but he thought in his heart, this scene is similar to Wang Xiaopang's group of people beating him He Zeng that day, who would have thought that he had stepped on this road by mistake, and those who underestimated themselves would also pay the price, and the scarred boy who beat him at this moment would also pay the price!

"Wait. Zhao Jiuge, whose eyes changed, shouted hoarsely.

When the scar boy heard this, he quickly stopped his movements, and frowned, "What, ask for mercy?"

The blood hanging from the corner of Zhao Jiuge's mouth was slightly hooked, and he chuckled. And the cold and glamorous woman in the white dress who stepped on the fiery red flying sword, Liu Mei also skimmed lightly, looking at Zhao Jiuge's shout, thinking that she might not be able to look away.

Just when everyone in the audience thought that Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but be beaten and wanted to beg for mercy, a shocking change suddenly appeared, and the fire in the sky rose to the sky, dispelling a little of the cold brought by the appearance of the cold wooden ruler, and a roll of orange-red flames rose in the sky, like a fire snake dancing with a weak and boneless body.

The sudden appearance of the sky was startled by the fire, and they looked at the stage with their mouths wide open.