In fact, Wang Chuan's sword against meteorites is very dangerous, once there is an accident, it is likely to end up with a serious injury, not to mention the top ranking, it is good to be able to get a ninth.

This meteorite technique may be helpless to others, but Wang Chuan can actually deal with it safely, when Zhao Honghai gathers fire aura to brew meteorite technique, and even when the red clouds in the sky have just formed, they can be consumed or even broken with Taiyin needles, but I don't know why, Wang Chuan was a little enthusiastic at that time, and made some irrational moves on impulse.

"Although I thought I had forgotten about Zhang Yue's affairs, but when I really faced it, I still ......", Wang Chuan was just an eighteen-year-old boy in the end, ignorant emotions, Zhang Yue left a deep impression in Wang Chuan's heart at that time, at this time I suddenly saw it on the big competition, but I couldn't help it, plus it was Zhang Yue's lover who was fighting, all of which made Wang Chuan lose his usual calmness at that time.

Zhao Honghai worked hard to complete the meteorite technique, but he didn't expect this extremely powerful meteorite to be carried by Wang Chuan, and he was stunned for a while, seeing Wang Chuan rushing quickly, he recalled the Red Flame Flag back into his hand like a dream, and between the shaking, several fireballs shot out continuously.

Wang Chuan's figure flashed sharply, narrowly avoiding two, but the third one couldn't dodge no matter what, looking at the red fireball shot towards his chest, Wang Chuan picked up the Taiyue sword obliquely, and the black light he saw flashed, and the fireball was cut away from it.

Zhao Honghai released more than a dozen spells in a row, among which there were second-order spells such as the meteorite technique, and there was not much mana left in his body.

But where can Zhao Honghai's speed compare to Wang Chuan? In just a few breaths, Wang Chuan rushed up, his sword fell, and a black light flashed, and it seemed that the thick shield was actually destroyed by a sword, revealing Zhao Honghai's panicked and incredulous expression.

At this time, Zhao Honghai also knew that he was powerless to return to the sky, so he simply admitted defeat without waiting for Wang Chuan to raise his sword again.

So far, Wang Chuan has won his first game.

On the platform of the white jade pagoda hanging high in the air, the beautiful woman surnamed Ling of the Moon Viewing Peak smiled and spoke again: "It seems that your Xuandu Peak is going to be in the limelight this time, Gao Zhangzuo, this disciple named Wang Chuan has never heard of it before, probably it has only been a new entry in the past few years." ”

Gao Yun nodded slightly, but said humbly: "Ling Zhangza is too prestigious, Wang Chuan just relied on brute strength to win a few games, which is really nothing." ”

"That's right, the double cultivation of the Dharma body, even if it is refreshing for a while, but the long road of cultivating immortals, how can he go for a long time? This disciple named Wang Chuan has a very poor qualification, and he is still trying to double cultivate the Dharma body, isn't this a joke, I think his cultivation of immortals will end here, and he will not be able to cross the Peiyuan level in his life. Not far away, a short and fat old man interjected with some unhappiness, he was Wu Tianxiong, the head of Tianzhao Peak, and Zhao Honghai was the only disciple of Tianzhao Peak who entered the top ten, and originally gave high hopes to Zhao Honghai, hoping that he could win a good ranking or even come back first, but he didn't want to be defeated by the little-known Wang Chuan just after he played, and he couldn't help but open his mouth with some anger in his chest.

Na Ling Zhangzuo didn't seem to care about the short and fat old man, and he sneered: "Even if he has poor qualifications and no future at all, he still wins in the end." ”

The short and fat old man's eyebrows furrowed, a faint look of anger appeared on his face, and just as he wanted to speak, Master Li waved his hand a little helplessly: "It's just a battle of qi cultivation disciples, as the head of a peak, a monk in the late stage of Jindan, do you still care about a little bit of a battle of will?" Senior Sister Ling, you don't have to say a word, what happened back then, in fact, it's no wonder that Senior Brother Wu, it's been so long, it's time to let go." ”

The beautiful woman surnamed Ling snorted, but did not say anything more, and the short and fat old man also turned his head and closed his eyes and said nothing.

The competition then began, one after another, and Wang Chuan seized the time to recover his physical strength.

In the battle against Zhao Honghai, although Wang Chuan's mana consumption was not too much, his physical strength was greatly overdrawn, so he took care of himself and closed his eyes to breathe.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening, during which Wang Chuan played four more times, and after several hard battles, he defeated his opponent, two of which were still special spirits.

In two of them, Wang Chuan resisted the opponent's group spells, and only suffered a slight injury, and he was sent off the stage by force.

Now Wang Chuan's body has been cultivating the Taiyin Alchemy Technique for several years, and it has experienced the combination of water and fire, and it has been strong to a certain extent, not to mention that it is difficult to hurt the divine weapons in the mortal world, that is, the low-grade magic weapons are slashed up, at most they scratch and pierce the skin, and basic spells such as fireballs and ice picks can basically be ignored, even if they are advanced spells such as Xuan Ice Pick Burst Fireball, they can only cause a little injury and will not hurt the muscles and bones.

The medium-grade magic weapon can still form a certain threat to Wang Chuan, and Wang Chuan does not dare to try it easily, although it is not enough to form a fatal injury, as for the high-grade magic weapon, Wang Chuan can hide as far as he can, and he does not dare to let him get close.

Seeing that the sky is about to darken, "dang, when ......" After the bell of Qingyue, the gentle voice of Master Li sounded: "Today is over, and the finals will continue tomorrow." ”

Returning to his stone room at night, Wang Chuan absorbed the power of Taiyin as much as possible, until his muscles and veins were a little bulging, and there was a faint tingling feeling, "It's already at the limit, and it's too late to go down." Wang Chuan was a little distressed, the Taiyin bead in his body was only the size of a little finger, and he often used the Taiyin needle these days, and the power of the Taiyin absorbed was enough to consume, but the Taiyin bead did not make the slightest progress.

Wang Chuan stopped the operation of the Taiyin alchemy technique, and now every opponent is not easy to win, the Taiyin needle is often used, and it can be regarded as one of the important dependents for Wang Chuan to defeat the enemy, the powerful body, the extremely sharp Taiyue Sword and the Taiyin Gathering Spiritual Technique, these three hole cards make Wang Chuan move forward step by step in the big competition.

On the second day, Wang Chuan collected the true fire of the sun early in the morning, and then stepped on the Tissot disk and flew towards Qianlong Peak.

At this time, the sun bead in Wang Chuan's body was still early to form, and now it was just a small red cyclone, according to the current progress, it would take at least more than a year to form the sun bead, "I don't know if there will be attack spells after the sun bead is formed." ”

Like yesterday, after the head of Li announced the start of the competition, the one-on-one competition continued in the big ring, and Wang Chuan also watched it from the audience.

At the level of the top ten, it can be said that all of them are not simple, and their strength is strong.

Soon a few competitions were over, and it was Wang Chuan's turn to take the stage again.

"In the next game, Xuandu Peak Wang Chuan will fight Chaoyang Peak Huang Ze. After the referee Jin Dan announced the outcome of the competition, he reminded the next disciple to come to the stage.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, some of the Jindan monks on the white jade pagoda platform who seemed to be indifferent to the comparison and closed their eyes throughout the whole process opened their eyes in unison.

"Senior Brother Han, this year's big competition, it seems that only Huang Ze is a forging body, right?" said Master Li to a middle-aged man wearing a Xuanhuang robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Yes, this time Dabi is indeed only Huang Ze who is a forging body. Elder Han bowed slightly.

"My Hidden Dragon Sect cultivates the Dao with a sword, in comparison, the body of forging gold is particularly important, as long as you learn the sword technique, even the elite of the Demon Dao can fight head-on, you see that those few old antiques who practice with their heads covered on weekdays are all tempted, and they all want to take this Huang Ze under the door, and they don't want to think about it, this kind of disciple, is Chaoyang Feng willing to let people go?"