"How could Qin Wusupreme have the sword technique of the Ten Peaks?

Many onlookers showed confused expressions, looked up at the seven-foot high platform, only to find that the righteous and solemn Mo Master was so shocked that his eyes were about to pop out.

Xiang Lai, who did not change the color of Mount Tai's collapsed face, opened his mouth slightly, and the light of the two rows of big hundred teeth was dazzling, and the whole person looked very surprised.

"Who did this kid get the 'Taishang Heaven Splitting Sword Technique'? No, with his strength, he shouldn't be able to learn this level of sword technique?"

The onlookers immediately understood that Qin Wusu's domineering sword technique was not a gift from Master Mo.

In the crowd, Shen Qingrou stood like a white snow lotus in the crowd, her beautiful big eyes were shining brightly, and the corners of her mouth were almost at the base of her ears.

Probably thinking that he was laughing too exaggeratedly, he quickly covered his mouth, glanced to the side secretly, and found that no one saw it, so he exhaled happily.

"Thank you Senior Brother Qin for your mercy!"

In the end, dozens of participating disciples who had been shattered by the broken long sword hugged their fists and thanked each other, giving up snatching Qin Wusupreme's token.

Each turned into an afterimage and floated towards the others.

The rest of the disciples who don't have tokens...... They all gave up their plans to rob Qin Wusupreme.

And so, a strange scene appeared.

Qin Wusupreme stood alone three inches on the ground in the air, holding a long sword with a puff of light, grinning and ready to continue to fight.

Unexpectedly, there was no one within a radius.

No one wanted to come near him.

In the cultivation field, hundreds of disciples fought fiercely, and the surging waves of qi rolled up layers of dust and smoke against the ground, and the sound of explosions resounded in the sky.

One after another, the figures retreated in embarrassment, and then violently plundered, fell to the ground, and got up again, explosions, angry sounds, fighting hands, and low vomiting blood......

"Bastard, I'm playing with you!"

A disciple who fell to the ground spurted two mouthfuls of blood into the sky, then got up and rushed forward.

"Hand over the token, spare you from dying!"

A disciple in Tsing Yi held a long sword, pointed at the disciple lying on the ground, saw the other party compromise and took out the token, and after sucking it in the palm of his hand, he pulled his leg and ran.

"Do you see my fist? Obediently hand me the token, I promise not to hit you. A disciple with a fist breathing fire stared at the disciple who was holding on to the token with a smile, and threatened.

......

Almost all of them are fighting, and in order to grab the token, they are eager to swallow each other.

Only Qin Wusupreme had the treatment of no one attacking him.

It is a square mile, and no one approaches.

This kind of supreme treatment is not even possessed by those old disciples who have cultivated extremely deeply.

On the seven-foot high platform, Master Mo saw Qin Wusui standing stupidly in place, and laughed twice: "Only by throwing it into a peach can you repay it with a li." ”

Mo Shi clearly knew why Qin Wushang was not attacked by others.

It's not that the "Taishang Heaven Splitting Sword Technique" is too powerful, but just now he didn't take the initiative to hurt people, and he got the heartfelt respect of the participating disciples.

In the cultivation realm of the jungle, humility is almost a luxury.

Once you really get it, everyone will give two thumbs up in admiration.

These people are all understanding people, even if they are defeated in life and death, they are afraid that they will not take the initiative to attack Qin Wushang.

Tong Stork glanced at Qin Wushang with some red eyes, and found that he was actually bored, none of the hundreds of disciples went to rob Qin Wushang, and the angry palm shook away the disciples who came to rob him of the token.

Where did you expect that all the red-eyed ones could breathe fire, fall down a batch, and come again, where is like Qin Wushang, with his hands folded and his chest, standing bored and angry.

Many disciples in front of him were not afraid of his terrifying strength at the ninth layer.

One by one, grinning like chicken blood, they want to play him to death!

"Hmph, pretend!"

Tong Stork pouted with some jealousy, it was a luxury to be respected from the bottom of his heart, he was considered to be the best master in the competition, except for fear, he did not get the slightest respect.

As a disciple of the Ten Peaks, Shen Qingrou pursed her lips with a little admiration, and quietly gave Qin Wushang a thumbs up in her heart.

In the cultivation realm where the weak eat the strong, being strong but not bullying is indeed a rare luxury.

At the beginning, she was also killed from tens of millions of disciples, and no one seemed to have the slightest respect for herself because she was a female cultivator.

"It's the respect of the disciples who don't have tokens, but I'm afraid that the disciples who have tokens will resent you......"

Shen Qingrou was very aware of the thoughts of most of the inner disciples, for example, she had already seen several inner disciples who had cultivated well, casting a vicious gaze.

Among them, the child stork is impressively listed.

Master Mo suddenly said loudly: "The incense burning is approaching, the play-in competition will end soon, and immediately, all the disciples without tokens will be eliminated!"

As soon as the words fell, the game was silent for only three breaths.

Then, the deafening explosion thundered, and countless disciples risked their lives and began to sprint for their lives, gritting their teeth one by one, glaring, and slamming the surging spiritual power towards the other party's head, throat, heart, dantian and other fatal places.

The surrounding sky was overturned, and Qin Wusupreme was still standing alone.

Looking at the tragic battle, he quietly tilted his head to the side, secretly waiting for the end of the game.

After a cup of tea.

On the seven-foot high platform, the ink master reappeared in sight, and the incense on the table next to him happened to shed the last trace of ashes, and the flame struggled for a breath before being extinguished forever.

The ink master said loudly: "It's time!"

Then, with a wave of his robe, several strong winds swept towards the audience, shocking those disciples who were fighting frantically several feet away.

Ten breaths later.

Mo Shi stared at the audience sharply, and said loudly: "If you don't have a token, all of them will quit the arena!"

"Master Mo, can you give me another ten breaths, I'll get the token right away. Offstage, a disciple holding a green sword was stepping on a disciple's chest, and before he had time to enter the token, he looked at the ink master on the stage pitifully.

"No, it's time, quit the arena!" said the ink master mercilessly.

The disciple who was stepped on in his chest lay on the ground and groaned in embarrassment, and when he heard Master Mo's answer, his mouth was spurting blood, and he laughed non-stop, his smile was like a blooming chrysanthemum, and he pointed to the foot that was stepped on his chest and said, "Quickly move it for me!"

"Humph!"

Master Mo looked at the disciples who had withdrawn from the arena in a hurry, and said loudly to the middle of the field, "Congratulations on getting the shortlisted places. Today's competition is over, and tomorrow will start the promotion competition, once the promotion is successful, then, you will directly step into the ranks of the Ten Peaks disciples. ”

Qin Wushang pursed his lips lightly, he was really glad that he was one step closer.

"Tomorrow is the promotion competition, once the promotion is successful, you will be a disciple of the Ten Peaks......"

Qin Wushang glanced around and found that most of the people's aura was extremely powerful, and those, the real masters did not hurt at all, and their gestures were like cannibalism.

What's more, hundreds of people are shortlisted at the same time, but there are only a hundred finalists, so ......

"I can't fail to qualify, I still have to fight for the top 10 rankings. Qin Wushang covered his face a little heavily, and the picture of the fat old man Zhang Chungang pinching the neck of Doudou with one hand came to mind.

Lowering his hands, Qin Wushang secretly rubbed his left hand, in addition to the terrifying and mysterious "Yin" character in his palm, there was also a domineering soul suppression talisman.

"Hey—"

A crisp voice came from the side, Shen lightly put his hands behind his back, and shouted out to Qin Wusui in a daze with wide eyes and confusion.

"Senior Sister Shen!"