Qin Chuan looked at the guy in front of him, and there was a terrifying cold light in his eyes.The person in front of him was Feng Qing, he didn't expect Feng Qing to be in the twentieth ring.

"It's really a narrow road!" Qin Chuan thought secretly in his heart, and at the same time, he had already made up his mind in his heart, although he couldn't kill the other party in this competition, he must teach the other party a good lesson.

At the beginning, he and his elder brother Fenglin were looking for someone to hunt him down in the Black Wind Mountain. If Han Fengxue hadn't arrived in time, Qin Chuan would have died in the hands of Lin Ba. After killing Lin Ba, Qin Chuan wanted to seek revenge on their brother, but because of Li Mubai's appearance, Qin Chuan's revenge plan had to be abandoned. But for his enemies, Qin Chuan never let go of the other party easily.

Qin Chuan glanced at him, and then didn't look at them anymore, but looked at other places. Among the monks present, there were a few who stood at the edge of the crowd with a cold look on their faces, far away from the ring. But after these people saw Feng Qing, their faces showed solemn looks.

"Hey, look at that person, he is the genius monk Feng Qing of our Immortal Dao Sect. The younger brother of the Feng brothers also possessed the wind attribute spirit vein, and at the age of less than twenty years old, his cultivation had reached the peak of the qi refining period. One of the monks in the crowd said to the people around him, and there was a deep sense of envy in his tone.

"What is this, I also heard that his strength is also very good. And is he a descendant disciple of Yin Sha Peak, or a disciple of the ancestor of the Dan Period? We were miserable this time, and if we met him in the competition, we would be finished. A greyfriar said in a gloomy tone.

"Hmph, I don't think it's necessarily, you didn't see the black-clothed man with the sword on his back, he was Tong Jian. And this person is also the existence of the pinnacle of qi refining, do you see the long sword on his body, it is a magic weapon, sharp and unparalleled, I heard that he has also killed a third-order demon beast? I see that Fengqing that guy is definitely not his opponent, after all, he has a good background and a good magic weapon, which does not necessarily mean that his strength is high!" At this time, it was a monk in Tsing Yi who spoke, and it could be seen from his tone that this person was an admirer of Tong Jian.

Listening to this person's words, Qin Chuan also looked in the direction that this person was pointing, this person was the monk that Qin Chuan had just noticed. This person really can't be underestimated, because this person exudes a momentum, giving Qin Chuan a very dangerous feeling, this momentum should be murderous, only people who have experienced killing all year round can wear it to condense it, Qin Chuan immediately looked at this person twice, and labeled this person as dangerous.

"Hmph, the uninformed buns, I really don't know what to say. At this time, a monk dressed in brocade snorted coldly and said.

"You, what do you say, are you looking for a fight. When the monk in Tsing Yi heard this, his face turned red, and he said viciously, but he never dared to make a move.

"It's up to you to fight, I'm afraid it's not enough to qualify. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll explain it to you. Although Brother Fengqing doesn't have much actual combat experience, you know what he's been doing this month. In the past month, he has been fighting against the monks of the condensation stage, and my cousin is also a monk of the Yin Evil Peak, and he told me that Fengqing has been able to block the attacks of the monks of the condensation stage. What kind of bronze sword and iron sword, where will it be our big brother Fengqing's opponent, I think the champion of the twentieth ring must be him. The man spoke with a haughty look, as if Feng Qing was him.

The previous monk immediately kept silent, because this person's cousin was a monk from the Yin Evil Peak, and they couldn't afford to provoke the people of the Yin Evil Peak at all. The surrounding monks also stayed away from this person, and the discussion was much quieter before, but they went to talk about other monks, Qin Chuan listened to their conversation, but he knew a lot of people.

Qin Chuan heard these words, his heart moved slightly, it seems that the guy who is in Fengqing has also made a lot of preparations these days. However, Qin Chuan was relieved, Feng Qing was a descendant disciple of Yin Sha Peak after all, and he must have taken on the task of fighting for cultivation resources for Yin Sha Peak. It is also a matter of course to be able to get so many resources to be cultivated by Yin Sha Peak, if you don't get so many resources to cultivate, then it's strange?

Thinking of this, Qin Chuan remembered the task given to him by Han Fengxue again. The first thing he had to do was to obtain the identity of a champion, in other words, Qin Chuan must defeat all the monks in the twentieth ring. Only in this way can they be qualified to participate in the competition of the heirloom monks.

"Shut up, shut up for me. At this time, the condensation monk on the stage shouted loudly, his face was blue at this time, he had been talking about the rules of the competition just now, but the monks below didn't seem to have put him in his eyes, and had been chatting and chatting.

With a loud shout, the monks below were as quiet as cicadas, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense. Qin Chuan looked at this person and rolled his eyes in his heart, such a good opportunity was ruined by this person. He didn't know anyone in the sect, so he just took the opportunity of the monks' chatting to learn about the strength of the monks present. But it was destroyed like this, and Qin Chuan's heart was very unhappy.

"Okay, look at your appearance, you all know the rules of the competition, then I won't talk nonsense, now the competition begins. I called the monk by name and came to the stage with his identity token and number plate. If the monk does not show up on time, he will be punished with automatic renunciation. The first group of monks, number one and two hundred, came to the stage quickly. "The monk in this condensation period doesn't seem to have much to say, so he directly let the monk compete on stage.

After listening to the monk's words, a fat man and a monk dressed as a young scholar walked to the stage. After the two identified themselves, they began to fight. The obese monk was holding a big spiritual axe in his hand, and as soon as he pinched the Dharma in his hand, the axe flew into the air and slashed towards the scholar. The scholar did not show weakness, he applied a defensive shield on his body, and then took out a small green sword spirit weapon and attacked the opponent. The two fought for a long time, and finally lost to the scholar because of the fat monk's lack of mana.

Most of the games are like this, Qin Chuan lost interest in watching it after watching a few games, but those lowly monks with low strength saw it with relish. Sometimes I'm screaming excitedly.

After more than a dozen games, Qin Chuan saw Feng Qing appear. After this guy appeared, he took out a magic weapon, and then cast a dozen huge wind blades to slash at the opponent. His opponent was just a monk of the eleventh level of Qi refining, where had he ever seen such a battle. As soon as the wind blade appeared, he was frightened and hurriedly jumped out of the ring to admit defeat. Feng Qing won the first game very arrogantly.

The monks in the audience were embarrassed, some laughed at the monk, and some praised Feng Qing. There are also a few female monks, who are very nymphomaniac looking at Feng Qing, and they probably want to paste it upside down.

Qin Chuan just frowned when he saw it, and didn't take it to heart, just bullying people with a piece of mana.

In addition, there is another monk, that is, the black-clothed monk named Tong Jian before, this person's cultivation is indeed extraordinary, and the long sword magic weapon in his hand is also extremely sharp. His opponent was just a monk with a spiritual weapon in his hand, and in the end, the spiritual weapons were cut off by him, so he had to admit defeat. In addition to these two people, there were four or five monks who were not weak, and Qin Chuan also kept them in mind.

In the afternoon, it was finally Qin Chuan's turn to play, but when Qin Chuan handed over the identity token, the monk in the condensation period looked at Qin Chuan a few more times, and finally specially instructed Qin Chuan not to be heavy-handed, which made Qin Chuan very depressed.

Qin Chuan's opponent was a monk of the twelfth layer of qi refining, and he didn't have any magic weapon in his hand, and Qin Chuan didn't take out a magic weapon to bully him. He just took out a spear spirit weapon and a vajra talisman. But what surprised Qin Chuan was that his opponent took out a spiritual weapon, which was not bad, it was a set of spiritual weapons. Three small golden swords, facing the black and red spears in Qin Chuan's hand. Because of the numerical advantage, the three golden swords suppressed Qin Chuan's spear to death. The level of the opponent's over-control spirit weapon is not weak, while dealing with the spear, there is actually a chance to sneak attack Qin Chuan, if Qin Chuan hadn't activated the vajra talisman in advance, it is estimated that he would have suffered.

"Hehe, it's actually the Sancai Sword Xu Ran, this kid has suffered a lot, the three flying swords in this guy's hands are all high-grade spiritual weapons, and they are not bad, and the ordinary monks of the thirteenth layer of qi refining are not necessarily his opponents. There were already quite a few monks in the ring, and they began to talk.

Xu Ran on the stage is also very proud, since he got this set of three-talent flying swords, it has helped him defeat many opponents, and this time he has the confidence to stand here to participate in the competition, that is, relying on the flying sword in his hand, he knows his own strength, and he does not ask to obtain the identity of the champion, only to ask himself to perform well, to be able to be favored by the elders and deacons of the sect, and then teach some things. Although the opponent's strength is not weak, he believes that as long as he works hard and breaks through the opponent's Vajra Fu defense, he will definitely be able to defeat the opponent.

Looking at the back and forth attacks of the flying sword, Qin Chuan was not nervous, and at this time, he took out a black knife and a blue sword from the storage bag again. Then, with one finger of one hand, the knife and the sword flew into the air, fighting fiercely with the opponent's three golden flying swords.

Seeing Qin Chuan take out two spiritual weapons again, Xu Ran was taken aback, he knew that the more spiritual weapons he controlled, the greater the mana consumed, looking at Qin Chuan's easy control of spiritual weapons, Xu Ran knew that he had lost.

A moment later, Qin Chuan's black knife appeared strangely on Xu Ran's neck, Xu Ran felt the cold blade, shelved his neck, and reluctantly admitted defeat.

Seeing that the other party admitted defeat, Qin Chuan immediately withdrew his spiritual weapon, gave a salute to the monk in the condensation stage, and left the ring. At this time, the monks in the audience looked at Qin Chuan with a trace of solemnity. A monk who can use three spiritual weapons at the same time to fight is not a weak person. And there are two strange places, that is, Qin Chuan's black knife fell on Xu Ran's neck silently, which made many monks very jealous. Another point is Qin Chuan's cultivation, none of the monks present can see his cultivation, which makes them even more curious and jealous.

"That's Uncle Xiao, doesn't it seem to be good?" At this time, in the distance of the ring, a female monk in red said with some disdain. (To be continued)