Almost before and after his feet, Chu Xun just landed in the ring, and his opponent also landed in the ring.

It was a young man with a young face, a young face, thirteen or fourteen years old, and a black outer disciple costume.

From the nervous eyes of the teenager in his excitement, it is not difficult to see that he rarely fights with others, or this is his first fight.

Don't look at his age, but he has the cultivation of the eightfold qi cultivation, which makes Chu Xun very surprised, you must know that the cultivation resources of the outer disciples are not very superior, that young man can cultivate to the eightfold of qi cultivation at this age, and the immortal cultivation qualification is definitely up to the seventh grade.

At the same time, Chu Xun also felt sorry for him, if there was a little power behind such qualifications, it would not be a problem to be a registered disciple under Elder Jindan.

"I'm repeating the rules of the game, you can't use any magic weapon that exceeds the fourth grade, and you can't intentionally kill people. After the disciple in charge of the referee finished speaking, he left the ring.

Airplanes~

At this time, the surrounding area of the ring suddenly lit up, and then a layer of light cyan transparent light curtain rose to envelop the ring, and this layer of light curtain could resist the attack of the monks in the early stage of foundation building. Prevent attacks from flying out and accidentally injuring people in the audience.

"Senior brother, you have to be careful. ”

The young man was quite polite, he didn't do it directly, he slapped the storage bag, one, two, three, four, a total of four second-grade flying swords floating in front of him.

Brush Brush Brush!

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, one up and one up, one left and one right, and the four flying swords shot towards Chu Xun in the shape of a diamond.

On the other side, Chu Xun had no expression.

Just as the four flying swords were about to arrive, a thick earthen wall suddenly rose from the ground, and then there was a loud bang, and the earthen wall turned into a little spiritual energy and shattered into the air.

The young man's combat experience was obviously insufficient, and after the loud noise, he was slightly stunned, Chu Xun seized the opportunity, shot like lightning, and instantly grabbed the hilts of the four flying swords.

When the young man reacted, the four flying swords had already cut off contact with him and entered the storage bag on Chu Xun's waist.

In the next moment, the young man's eyes were flowered, and his neck was clasped in Chu Xun's hand, and at this time, the disciple of the referee in the audience said:

"Number one wins!"

Yes......

The young man was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded, and said in his heart: "Senior brother, aren't we sword cultivators?" Shouldn't the fight be my flying sword flying over, your flying sword flying over, sword light and sword shadow, is it difficult to kill and inseparable? But this ......?"

Not to mention that the young man was dumbfounded, even the other people who participated in the big competition under the forty-nine groups of rings were also blindfolded.

They have seen countless fights in the ring, but they have never seen such a fight, and the loser is dumbfounded, stupid like a donkey. It's not normal to win people, you, a disciple of the Sword Cultivation Sect, don't use flying swords to win, use Mao's earthen wall technique to pinch people's necks?

I know, I know that you are a disciple of the Sword Cultivation Sect, the Cloud Sword Sect, and I don't know, I still think that where did this come from, and you are a disciple of the Five Elements Sect Refining Body Sect?

Chu Xun's victory did not attract anyone's attention, in the eyes of those people, Chu Xun, who practiced Qi Eightfold, was not worth paying attention to, and he was lucky to meet a young man with no combat experience in the first game.

"If you lose, don't you hurry down, what are you doing standing there, aren't others comparing?" the inner disciple in charge of the referee scolded.

Only then did the young man react, he quickly jumped out of the ring, his eyes looked around, and then he ran to Chu Xun in a hurry.

"Senior brother...... That I ...... My ...... I ......" The young man's face was flushed, and his head was sweating in a hurry.

"Give!" Of course, Chu Xun knew what he was looking for him, and as soon as he slapped the storage bag, two or four flying swords were handed over.

"Senior Brother Xie!"

The young man took the flying sword, and he didn't stumble when he spoke excitedly.

Chu Xun's impression of this young man was not bad, and through a short period of words, he knew that this young man's name was Zhao Jianming.

In order to have a good result in participating in the big competition, I borrowed the spirit stone from my friends to buy these four flying swords, in fact, don't look at these four flying swords alone, one sword is the second grade, in fact, this is a set of combined flying swords, among the three grades.

Originally, the power of this set of flying swords was also quite large, but before Zhao Jianming could exert its power, the sword was collected by Chu Xun.

"Senior brother, I'll go sell the flying sword and exchange it for spirit stones to return to my friends, and then come back to watch your competition and cheer for you!"

Zhao Jianming left.

Chu Xun secretly praised in his heart, there are not many people like him who can think of returning friends to Lingshi at the first time, he is a good boy and a good boy.

Each group of rings has more than 200 Qi cultivation period disciples who participate in the competition, and from the end of the first round to the beginning of the second round, there will be at least 100 fights in the middle.

"Look, sword idiot witch Sun Chengfang, she's on stage!" Outside the venue, I didn't participate in the big competition, and in the crowd of people, someone suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Where?"

"In the thirty-two rings!"

Suddenly, almost everyone's eyes fell on the thirty-two rent ring, and Chu Xun also looked over at the same time.

"Take out your flying sword and don't admit defeat, or break your legs!"

In the ring, Sun Chengfang carried a giant sword longer than her height, threatening her opponent with great domineering, even more manly than a man.

Opposite her was a disciple of the Ninefold Outer Sect of Famous Lian Qi, with a bitter melon look on his face, and he could only consider himself unlucky when he met this crazy woman.

That person didn't know if he was fighting unintentionally, or if the gap between his strength and Sun Chengfang was too big, and in just a few rounds, he was lined up by a giant sword like a door panel, fell to the ground, and lost!

Chu Xun shook his head, feeling quite disappointed in his heart, he couldn't see the true strength of the sword idiot witch Sun Chengfang.

Chu Xun's gaze moved away from the No. 32 ring, and soon, his eyes lit up, and his gaze fell on the No. 85 ring, where the innate sword bone and water without a trace were fiercely fighting with an old outer disciple.

Don't look at Shui Wuxian is too beautiful and too feminine, but this fighting style is extremely fierce, decisive in killing, and with a manly momentum.

It's a pity that Shui Wuxian is still too beautiful, even if the fighting style is extremely fierce, he still looks a little feminine, if he didn't know that he was a man in advance, he really thought he was a girl.

The sword technique used by the old man was obviously not as good as Shui Wuxi, but the old man had very rich combat experience, and his vision was also very old-fashioned, and he could always use various means to save the day, and he would occasionally force Shui Wuxian to retreat again and again.

Maybe it was because he couldn't take down the old man for a long time, or maybe he was annoyed after being forced by the old man, Shui Wuxian shouted, the breath on his body suddenly rose, and a sword slashed out, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the horror was boundless.

The sword was too fast, like a bolt of lightning, and the old man hurriedly returned the sword to resist, and then his face turned pale, and he took seven or eight steps backwards, and as soon as he stopped, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.