Presiding over the fourth district competition was a middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, broad shoulders and round waist, and a voice like a bell, and said to the disciples who came to participate in the competition below: "Lao Tzu Qi Lianjue, presided over the fourth district competition on the order of the master, you all give me a little eyes, cheating, sneak attack plotters, as long as I find out, immediately expelled from the competition field, don't blame Lao Tzu for not talking about the same clan if the circumstances are bad!" After speaking, he released the coercion in the middle stage of building the foundation, and waved his hand to everyone in the audience: "Give me the number here, and I will read the number to the stage to compete!"

There were a few people in the audience who originally planned to cheat, but at this moment, when they saw Qi Lianjue's fierce appearance, they obediently ran to draw lots. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Tianlong also lined up to get the number, No. 136, not counting before and after.

"The first game, No. 1 and No. 300!" Qi Lianjue said sharply.

There was a commotion in the audience, this, not according to the routine at all! The one drawn later was still rejoicing, because the more you can observe more competitions, and it is also a good thing to learn from it, but if you shout at random like this, when you go on stage depends entirely on the mood of this Uncle Qilian!

No. 1 is a tall thin man with a sword on his back, with two beards and a cyan birthmark on his forehead, and No. 300 is a sturdy physique with a scar on his face.

The tall and thin man spoke first: "In the lower Sun Moon Peak Shaozhu, please give advice!" was bending down to worship, but the strong monk did not answer at all, and directly swung his fist, and punched that Shaozhu in the ribs. Shaozhu flew out of twenty meters, fell off the field, spit out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to return to Taiwan to fight, but Qi Lianjue shouted: "No. 300 wins! The next group, No. 136 and No. 316!"

"! No! That's fine!" Tianlong was thinking about how he shouldn't be so fast to play, and he could observe more, but the Qi Lian referee immediately hit him, and No. 316, who came on stage together, looked like he had eaten.

"In the Falling Sword Peak Tianlong, what is this Daoist friend called?" Tianlong asked with a kind face.

"Lao Tzu doesn't care which peak you belong to, look at the move!" After speaking, he rushed over with a fist.

"Physical cultivation?" Tianlong was pleasantly surprised in his heart, what other physical cultivation was his opponent under the foundation, and shouted at the other party: "This brother, you are too impatient!

"Die!" The body cultivator on the opposite side obviously wanted to fight as quickly as the previous game, so he rushed directly in front of Tianlong, raised his fist and smashed it!

"Daoyou, don't! Daoyou, you are so unkind, why don't you follow the rules?" Tianlong said with a depressed face.

"Hey, that's stupid!"

"This kid is from Falling Sword Peak? It turns out that the people in Falling Sword Peak are so stupid!

"Hey, why didn't I fight him?!"

"Hurry up and go home, that's it, dare to come to the sect competition?"

"Referee, such a monk, I'm going to beat ten!"

There was a sound of discussion in the audience, and the one-sided disdain for Tianlong, all kinds of foul language were endless! Even Qi Lianjue looked at Tianlong in surprise. Tianlong glanced at them with disdain, and then ignored them, but continued to look at the opposing monk and the oncoming fist with a kind face.

"Bang! boom!" Two loud noises came one after another, and some people in the audience shook their heads and some were excited, but the only thing that was the same was that they decided that Tianlong had been removed from the stage at this moment, and they all began to prepare for the next game.

"Oh...... Ah......h Everyone immediately raised their heads and looked at the high platform, and immediately gasped, only to see that the thin Tianlong was still smiling kindly on the spot, but the body cultivator flew out more than ten meters away and fell to the ground, one hand was completely deformed.

Suddenly, the smiles of everyone who were laughing at Tianlong just now froze, and even Referee Qi Lian couldn't help but glance at Tianlong in his heart after reading it.

Tianlong smiled and walked towards the body cultivator, and asked with a concerned expression, "What's wrong?" are you okay......? I've said you're too impatient!"

The monk's eyes were full of fear, only he felt the hardness of the heavenly dragon's body, it was even harder than a steel plate!

"Brother Tai, where are you going, are you done?" came Tianlong's concerned voice from behind. There was a tremor all of a sudden, and when he got down, he didn't stand firmly, and fell directly to the ground.

Tianlong looked at this body cultivator, shook his head, and said, "Hey, I don't even know his name, why did he leave? After speaking, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and shouted to the audience: "Which brother said that he was going to beat ten people like me just now? ”

The monk who shouted just now quickly shrank his head and was silent!

"And who said I should get home? Come on, come on, let's talk. Tianlong asked with a pleasant smile.

"It's him!" The group of guys in the audience were really not afraid of big things, Qi Qi pointed to the person who had just spoken, and said loudly.

"Misunderstanding! I mean I'm going home!" the man was startled and hurriedly explained.

Tianlong was about to continue, Qi Lianjue's wayward voice came: "No. 136 wins this game! The next group, No. 2 and No. 222!"

"Thirteenth Senior Brother, you are awesome!" "Senior Brother Tian, you are very good!" The ten disciples who were immediately with Luo Jian Feng greeted him and congratulated.

"Hehe, thank you for your concern!" "Tianlong Before this, they were very unconvinced by Tianlong's here, mainly because they called a senior brother on the face of the master, but now it is different, thinking of these, Tianlong couldn't help but sigh and said: "Hey! strength is king, the master is lonely!"

The later competitions have continued, some of them are evenly matched, and it takes hundreds and eighty of them to determine the winner, and some of them are one-sided and defeated, among which the most interesting is the battle between Feiyu of Feiying Peak and the skinny monk of Fuhu Peak.

Feiyu shook the white paper fan, with a graceful demeanor, flying up and down, attracting the attention of many female cultivators, while the thin monk of Fuhu Peak fought steadily, with the power of the Fuhu fist in one hand, each blow had the power to open the mountain and crack the stone, and the move was close to the vital point. The two of you go back and forth, Feiyu can't beat the skinny friar, and the skinny monk can't hurt Feiyu, and after two hundred rounds, the winner has not been decided. Even the Supreme Elder and many control elders on the viewing platform noticed the battle here and nodded slightly.

"How long is this going to be, you guys aren't tired of fighting, I think I'm tired. Tenryu grumbled loudly below.

The people around him were looking at it, and when they heard Tianlong say this, they couldn't help but feel a burst of contempt! But thinking of the tragic state of the body cultivation just now, they didn't dare to speak out at this moment, so they could only scold silently in their hearts.

Seeing the eyes of everyone around him, Tianlong was speechless for a while: "What! It's really been fighting for too long!"

As a result, after Tianlong finished speaking, even Qi Lianjue cast a contemptuous look.