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In the final stage, the host party finally came to a noble immortal family.

The nuns and their companions were also respectfully greeted outside.

"I didn't expect that it would be this senior who came to judge. ”

In private, she whispered to her companions.

"Yes, over the years, the predecessors of Xianyun Yehe, most of them did not ask about the world, and they entered the court, and they also returned for a short time...... I didn't expect to invite him......"

The nun looked into the distance, the man with a lovely smile, ordinary appearance, and seemingly middle-aged appearance, said softly: "But think about it, the pre-selection is actually more of a royal undertaker, the voice of mortal dust is too heavy, the high is unwilling to become, the low is unacceptable, and only these, the predecessors who are deeply entangled with Longyuan can agree to appreciate the face." ”

"Hehe, you say, did the seniors agree to any party forces, and they will do something behind their backs......"

This side is just talking, and the man over there suddenly looks at him, and smiles lightly at the female cultivator.

The nun and her companion suddenly felt that their bodies were quiet, and the sound elements seemed to be shackled.

Before they could be shocked, the feeling disappeared in an instant.

But a few people were in awe, and they suddenly became angry, and they no longer dared to speak nonsense.

There is only one ring in the finals, which is not as good as before, all the spectators and all eyes converge, and there is no need to have a headache to choose which ring to support.

Before the hour arrived, the temple was full.

Not only ordinary spectators, but even the monks who participated in the competition before, many of them returned to the field, with mixed feelings, watching the final battle of this pre-selection.

After this period of time, the truly powerful players have naturally fallen into the eyes of all parties, doubled their value, and embarked on the road to fame. It can't be said that everyone is happy, but they are generally more or less rewarded because of this competition.

Therefore, their dissatisfaction with the finalists is not heavy.

Of course, enmity is another matter.

Forty Cheng and several companions sat on the sidelines, accompanying Niu Cunjie, who was about to take the stage.

"You're a scumbag, and you don't dare to fight him. ”

Niu Cun was not worried about the fight, and he still had the time to reprimand a person who bowed his head next to him.

This is the person who was supposed to face Xiao Yu before, but finally lost his fighting spirit and abstained. Several people were recruited by the Taiwei Mansion, ranked by strength, and controlled by Niu Cun.

"Brother Niu, it's time for you to enter. ”

Someone next to me reminded me softly.

"What's the hurry, isn't that kid still out yet?"

Niu Cun looked at it, waved his hand casually and said: "I come, I will win the championship, how can I fall on the momentum?"

The companions next to him immediately greeted him again and again: "Brother Niu will make a move, and the horse will be successful!"

"With Brother Niu's cultivation, that kid will definitely be vulnerable!"

"That's right, I want to avenge Brother Sicheng!"

"Yes, revenge!"

"Scrapped his ......"

"No, shred that kid!"

“......”

Sicheng was behind, and suddenly said in a hoarse and low voice: "Senior brother, that Xiao Yu, every time he holds the big sword of blood, he is already the first to win people, and now the audience is divided into two points, and the momentum is different from the past, so it can become an auxiliary ......."

Niu Cun groaned slightly, nodded and said, "You're right, I'll go." ”

As he walked into the arena, the entire Yindou courtyard immediately burst into shouts, as enthusiastic as fire.

"Sure enough, as the junior brother said. Niu Cunxuan felt the sound in the field, and suddenly realized, "The design of this sound fighting courtyard, when it comes to the crowd shouting, drives the function, and it is indeed very different." It's a pity ......"

Talents like Sicheng were abolished by Xiao Yu.

"This hatred will be avenged!"

On the largest judging platform, the monk who had been invited to preside over the judgment sat solemnly among the chiefs.

"These Youqu Lang are not wasted kung fu. ”

His ears trembled slightly, his eyes scanned the entire venue, and he nodded slowly and said: "Such a building is also unique, and it is quite clever for the concept of sound. ”

After all, it was the final round, and the people who came to watch it were full, and there were crowds of people everywhere.

Many stalls outside knew about the situation of the game, and they all received it, and some of them turned into baskets, filled with a little snacks and drinking water, and sold them inside, and the sound was extremely noisy.

These sounds, bouncing off through the walls, gathering the space, and reaching the central ring on the ground floor, were already thunderous and should not be ignored.

The black-faced old man who had paid attention to Xiao Yu, with his disciples, was still sitting on the original judging platform, and the judging monk happened to be opposite each other in the ring.

All the viewers are still divided into two groups. Most of the people who support Niu Cun Break are ordinary people, or close forces of the Right Bow Party. Some of them don't know where the ox came from, and some of them do, but they don't care.

Support Xiao Yu's side, the number of people is more. Whether it is Xiao Yu's style, mystery, appearance, origin, position, or strength...... will make many people love it.

Niu Cunxuan and Xiao Yu, the two walked into the arena almost at the same time.

The other rings in the arena have been removed, except for the central ring, which has been reinforced, expanded and widened, which is not only more suitable for the upgrade of combat power, but also has enough space to make the competition rich and varied.

"You have stolen my brother's skills, and you have abolished his sounds. ”

Niu Cunduan's face was gloomy, he looked at Xiao Yu, and said in a cold voice: "I will let you die of torture on the same occasion, in full view of everyone." ”

Xiao Yu looked at him calmly and said, "Since I was very early, I will not be prejudiced against evil cultivators. However, regardless of the means, the application needs to be right, otherwise, how to say the word 'retribution'. ”

"Retribution?" Niu Cunxuan said with a sneer, "When did this kind of vulgar remark circulate in the cultivation world?"

Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes and stopped talking.

In this final, there is no longer a Zhongzheng on the stage, and the final winner is completely judged on the stage, and the new presiding over the immortal family is judged.

But he saw the presiding monk, looking at the two people below, and listening carefully. Through the sound array of the ring, he still captured the voices of the two.

He showed a hint of a smile and said slowly: "Longyuan Dynasty, you can't help but be good and evil, but you are not without thoughts of right and wrong. The sound is biased, there are hundreds of people, as long as they can benefit the government and the people, they can ignore the past suspicions, and the sea is inclusive. Niu Cunduan once committed a crime in Dongchuan, but after escaping to the Zhongxuan Realm, he did not make a big mistake. In the end, he was recruited by the captain, if he really has the heart, he should be restrained and reformed......"

A monk next to him respectfully asked, "What if he doesn't change?"

"Don't change?" said the presiding monk lightly, "Although Zhongxuan is good, there are people who silence it. ”

Someone else asked: "This ox is not shallow in its cultivation, and it is estimated that it is already a third-order second-turn." This kind of strength can already dominate one side, so why bother here......"

The presiding monk smiled slightly: "The evil voice is rarely upright, and it attaches great importance to the sound of red dust and chaotic desires, so it is more willing to entangle with the mundane world, and of course, it is also easier to generate lust for profit." ”

He looked down: "At the third level, the cultivation is different from before, the land immortals, the divine sound method, the creation of ten thousand passes, if you really do it with all your strength, you can top a thousand troops." But since then, every step has been difficult, and if you do not keep your faith, if you make a slight mistake, there will be no more steps to climb, and the future will be dark - and a few more people can overcome that great despair. ”

His judgment will be transmitted on each judging stage, but because of the sound setting, it will not be easily transmitted to the ordinary viewers below.

At this time, the female cultivator who had changed to sit on the side of the judging platform couldn't help but whisper to herself after hearing his words: "That Xiao Yu, can you resist such an opponent?"

The presiding monk suddenly looked at her, smiled, and said: "After the third order, every turn is a moat, and if you can cross it, there will be a gap of thousands of miles, no matter what the sound dubbing skills and means are, this strength gap is almost irreparable......

The nun was startled, stuck out her tongue, and didn't dare to say anything more.

"It's been a long time. The presiding monk paused, and took a sip from his mouth, "Let's begin." ”

"Let's start—"

This sentence broke through the isolation of the sound array and resounded in the air above the ring.

All the noise was suddenly suppressed, setting off the power of the sound and cultivating the gods, and the sentient beings were solemn.

Above the ring.

Niu Cun was unmoved, slowly pulled out the voice dubbing on his back, and said: "Compared with fighting and killing, actual combat is the most important." You little boy, do you know what I've been through? ”

He took out the dubbing, which was a pair of slender sticks, like wood and bamboo, with empty at both ends, inlaid with dozens of ancient coins, a red body and a golden silk spike.

When Xiao Yu saw this stick, his eyes shone with divine light, and with a pull of the giant sword, he took the initiative to greet him.

Off the field in the rear, Sicheng stood up abruptly with a shocked expression.

Xiao Yu's giant sword returned into a snake shadow, but the front half of the snake's body actually transformed into a woman's shape, lifelike, very smart, where is there a shadow to learn from elsewhere?

This sword matching skill, perhaps at the beginning, was born out of forty percent, but after Xiao Yu's comprehension, and by private, he called the fairy sister to renovate, which was unrecognizable, and the number of roads changed greatly.

"This ...... This ......" he stammered, speechless.

"Huh?"

On the judging stage, the presiding monk stared at the strange light.

"Good swordsmanship!" his expression was excited, and he couldn't help but slap his hands in admiration, "I didn't expect that when I first came, I saw such a strange method......!

The black-faced old man was also surprised: "This sword match has been perfectly integrated with the sound method, it seems ordinary, but in fact it is extremely amazing! You know, this method, he seems to have just learned this method! How is it possible, in just a few days, it can be perfected to such a state?!"

Not to mention that others were shocked, even the opposite side of the cow was broken, and it was also shocking.

He knows his junior brother better than these people. Just at first glance, Niu Cun was sure that this sword was matched with a stunt, and Xiao Yu had surpassed his junior brother.

The continuous action of the feet, the quick dodge, and the on-the-spot strain of the ox inch, but it is not inferior to any of its peers.

"If you improve, what good will it be to me?"

Niu Cunduan quickly avoided it, and said coldly: "Just say that I am familiar with my junior brother, with this trick, what can you do to me?"

No.

Outside the court, Sicheng's shocked expression was still the same: "Xiao Yu's sword skills are completely different from mine!"

Although Sicheng's voice is useless, his vision is still there, and he hisses and whispers: "He obviously learned from himself, why is it so different now...... Speed, power, illusion, artistic conception...... What's the truth about the subtlety everywhere?"