Zong Zhujie and other elders sat on the north side of the martial arts arena, but there was no nonsense, and an elder walked up to the arena and announced the rules of the first competition.

Lin You and the four of them have long known that this first battle between the contenders starts with the eldest son of the sect family, and one person is selected to compete until the last person wins, and the point is required not to hurt anyone.

The opponent admits defeat, or knocks the opponent out of the green marble, even if he wins.

After the elder finished announcing, Chong Zonghe waved his hand and walked out of the arena.

Zong He stepped onto the high platform, a light and shadow in his hand, and an extra cyan ancient sword appeared, and then there was a fluctuation on his body, and the light red armor was covered with all the vital points on his body.

"He is worthy of being the eldest son of the Zong family, and he actually has a fire armor. Someone in the crowd muttered.

"Yes, it seems that it's better to be a core disciple, we have worked hard to kill demon beasts, and this material is all used on them!"

"Yes, we've worked hard for more than ten years, and the materials are only enough to make a helmet!" another sour voice remembered softly.

Most of these peripheral disciples sat behind Zong Zhuoyuan and his party, so the voice also reached Lin You's ears.

Lin You suddenly remembered an important question at this time, yes, I have experienced a few fierce battles, but it is rare to see someone wearing armor, and even if there is, it is still vulnerable, and there is no armor as strong as himself and Zong Zhuoyuan.

This was also one of the reasons why Lin You's view of his Heavenly and Human Spirit Armor slowly changed.

Because even among the several masters of the Chengyun Sect, there was no armor to protect the whole body. I don't know if it's confidence or not.

Moreover, Wei Jia also said that in the Zong family, the materials for refining armor are also pitiful.

Moreover, the two assassins who assassinated Zong Zhuoyuan showed greedy expressions when they saw Zong Zhuoyuan or his own armor.

Ming Cheng fought that day, and when he saw the armor of Lin Youzong and Zhuoyuan, he was also shocked.

Could it be that this armor is so precious in the Heavenly Fortune Continent?

This question must be clear in the future! Lin You said secretly in his heart.

At this time, Zonghe on the stage spoke.

He bowed slightly, walked in a square direction, and said in the direction of Zong Zhuoyuan: "In Xia Zonghe, I am willing to fight with Seventh Brother Zong Zhuoyuan!"

Zong Zhujie on the north side frowned when he heard this.

Lin You shook his head and said in his heart: "Among the five people, the two of you are the sons of your godfather, and you have to fight each other!"

Zong Zhuoyuan stood up and walked towards the field.

Both of them are in the fourth phase of Rongshen, but they are evenly matched.

There was a sudden silence around the arena.

Zong Zhuoyuan walked to the center of the field, but Zong He stood opposite each other, and he didn't say much, his right hand was raised, and the black unforgiving sword was held in his hand.

"Please!" Zong Yi bowed and said in his mouth.

Zong Zhuoyuan's face was cold, he looked at Zong He, and walked slowly towards him.

People outside the stadium were stunned, what is this for, is this a competition?

Zong He was also stunned, but the oncoming murderous aura immediately made him immediately alert.

When he was five or six meters away from Zong He, Zong Zhuo moved.

"Brush, brush!" Zong Zhuoyuan swung three swords in a row in the direction of Zong He.

The three sword elements, mixed with the sound of breaking the sky, came towards Zonghe.

Some of the disciples in the audience exclaimed.

"With a wave at will, Sword Yuan is suddenly born! These seven princes' comprehension of swordsmanship and true yuan has reached the peak of the Fusion God Period!" said an older disciple.

Although Zonghe had armor on his body, he still didn't dare to slack off, the cyan long sword shook, and the sword yuan protected his body, and there was a white light in front of him.

At this time, Zong Zhuoyuan suddenly jumped forward, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight forward, and the white light at the tip of the sword actually emitted a dazzling light in this broad daylight.

"Bo Bo Bo!" After three muffled sounds, Zong Zhuoyuan's long sword also stabbed above the light curtain in front of Zong He.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, Zong He's face changed, the light curtain in front of him shook, and his body withdrew three or four meters away.

As soon as Zong Zhuoyuan landed, his body jumped out again, the same posture as the previous stabbing posture, but the speed was faster.

"Dang!" With a bang, Zonghe's body protection sword yuan shook violently, and his body retreated five or six meters away.

"Yes, the Seventh Prince's swordsmanship is outstanding!" said an elder beside Zong Zhujie, this was Zong Ying's elder Sun Qing, who also wanted to go to the Lanyue Sect with Zong Zhuoyuan that day.

At this time, Zong He's face on the stage changed slightly, if he continued like this, he would be forced out of the Qingyun Stone by Zong Zhuoyuan sooner or later.

Seeing that Zong Zhuoyuan stabbed over in the same posture again, Zong He's eyes widened, and he actually withdrew the body protection sword yuan in front of him.

And as soon as the green sword in his hand was raised, a sword yuan flew straight towards Zong Zhuoyuan.

And Zong Zhuoyuan, who was moving forward, twisted his body, spun in mid-air, and the long sword met the flying sword yuan.

"Whew!", the attacking sword yuan was pierced by Zong Zhuoyuan's long sword, and disappeared without a trace.

And Zong Zhuoyuan was castrated, and the human sword spun rapidly, hitting the armor on Zong He's chest.

The moment he hit, Zong Zhuoyuan's wrist shook violently, and the long sword was sent forward again.

The white dot light on the tip of the sword rose violently, and then stabbed the Huolin armor, and the white light disappeared.

Zong Zhuoyuan immediately flew out four or five meters away from his body and stood in the middle of the field.

Zong fit shook his body and took five or six steps back before he stood still.

This armor is different, Zhuo Yuan's blow is more powerful than the previous two attacks, but this Zonghe is only a few steps back! Lin You said in his heart.

A soft "bang!" sounded, followed by a "pop!" sound.

The armor on Sohe's chest was torn apart and scattered to the ground.

There was an uproar outside the venue.

"This blow actually shattered the Fire Lin Armor!"

"Such a precious piece of armor!"

"No, what kind of swordsmanship is this, it's so powerful!"

Zonghe in the field was also incredulous, looking at the fragments of the Fire Lin Armor on the ground.

"Are you willing to throw in the towel?"

At this time, Zong Zhuoyuan on the opposite side said coldly.

Zonghe raised his head: "Don't you think about it, I haven't ...... yet."

Before he could finish speaking, Zong Zhuoyuan sent another long sword and stabbed straight over.

Wei Jia on the sidelines smiled: "This kid, I learned your insidiousness, and before anyone else finished speaking, he attacked!" said and looked at Lin You.

Lin You stared at the field with his eyes, and said: "He said that he would not admit defeat, it is enough, you can attack, and the rest is nonsense!"

Seeing Zong Zhuoyuan stabbing at a rapid pace again, Zong He's hand moved, and an extra long sword came under his feet, and as soon as his body was raised, he was about to rise up with a royal weapon.

Zong Zhuoyuan, who was advancing, touched the ground with his feet a little, and at the same time his body surged forward, and there was a tumbling in the air, directly crossing the height of Zonghe.

His body rolled in the air, and when he turned around, he held his sword in both hands and slashed at the head of Zonghe who was rising into the air.

"Bang!", Zonghe was beaten down hard.

"No forgiveness, no shadow!" As soon as Zong Zhuoyuan landed, he shouted loudly, and then the long sword quickly stabbed out, and his body swam around Zong He.

"Dangdangdang! Dangdang!" After a few sounds, Zong Zhuoyuan flew out with an afterimage, retreated five or six meters, and stood on the spot.

"Crackle!" The armor on Zonghe's body was scattered and cracked, scattered all over the ground.

Wei Jia laughed when he saw this: "Hahaha, youyou." This is a familiar sight!"

Lin You glared at him, turned his face and looked at the stage again.

"If you want to learn from others, you must either put your armor on the outside or you will wear clothes on the inside!" said Weiga.

Lin You didn't reply: "You show me the game honestly!"

"Don't you still admit defeat?" Zong Zhuoyuan looked at Zong Hedao coldly.

Zonghe's expression was very ugly, and he reached out to remove the fragment of the fire lin armor helmet on his head and still put it aside, and said, "I can still fight!"

"Wait!" At this time, Zong Ying outside the field walked into the field.

Looking at the two people beside him, Zong Ying said loudly: "In this battle, Seventh Prince Zong Zhuo is far from winning!"

Zong He took a step forward: "Elder Shadow ......"

Zong Ying waved his hand and stopped Zong He: "At this time, the result of the discussion of several elders!" After speaking, Zong Ying looked at Zong He very meaningfully, and said in a low voice: "Big Prince, if you continue to fight, someone will definitely be injured!"

Zong He looked at Zong Zhuoyuan, who was expressionless, stomped his feet hatefully, and walked off the field.

Zong Zhuoyuan also slowly walked over to Lin You and them.

"Please invite the fourth son, Song Jianping, to play!" Zong Ying finished speaking and walked out of the field.

At this time, Sun Qing said to this Zhu Jie: "Family master, this seventh prince is really a genius with a sword, and I can't even sigh at my grasp of the fighter!"

Zong Zhujie smiled slightly: "Elder Sun has won the award!"

At this time, Zong Jianping, who was walking towards the field, spoke: "I am not talented, I am willing to fight with the seventh brother Zong Zhuoyuan!"

Zong Zhuoyuan, who had not yet returned to his seat, stopped, turned his back to Zong Jianping, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wei Jia shouted loudly: "Damn, do you want to engage in wheel warfare?"

Zong Zhuoyuan waved his hand at Wei Jiayi: "It's okay!" After speaking, he turned his head and walked towards the middle of the field.

"Good!"

"Well done!"

Some of the outskirts shouted.