Chapter 54 Private Fight (another big chapter)

In the eyes of the fat man, even if Jiayu's age and strength are not a peerless genius, he must be the best of his peers. When the two heard the fat man's words, they suddenly became interested and said, "Oh? Baby?"

The fat man pulled Jiayu in front of him and said, "It's this little brother."

Although the strength of the two disciples of the Gas Refining Sect is not transformed, their eyesight is not generally high, otherwise it is impossible to touch this fat difference. They have the strength of a wonderland at the first time. Although it is only in the early stage, the victory is his age. It seems that he is absolutely no more than 16 years old. This is the most For the important place.

"What's your name?" The two disciples of the Qi Refining Sect hurriedly said.

Jiayu was also a little puzzled by the current situation, but he still answered honestly, "My name is Jiayu."

The fat disciple of the qi refining sect continued to ask, "How old is it this year?"

Jiayu answered honestly, "I'm fourteen years old."

As soon as this statement came out, it was not only two disciples of the qi refining sect, but also some scattered practitioners around who heard this number also took a breath. There was a trace of unbelievable in the eyes of Jiayu. You know, the wonderland is the second realm of monks. The fastest record of practice in history is at the age of thirteen. Entering the wonderland, although the family rain is a little late, the future is also unlimited.

After the shock, the two disciples of the qi refining sect quickly wiped the sweat on their heads and said, "It's a big deal. We need to report this matter to the elders as soon as possible. Zhang Biao, find a place to rest for a while and wait for us to come back, and then take you to complete the next thing." After saying that, the two qi-making sects hurriedly left the place with Jia Yu, and the next registration was handed over to the two foreign disciples of the qi-making sect.

He shook his head helplessly. At this time, the fat man said that the complete balance in his heart was nonsense. Although he was lucky, his strength had reached this level in just a few years, but it was also completely polished from life and death. It can't be compared with a genius like Jiayu. This kind of life is faster than ordinary people, which is also enviable. .

Thinking of Jiayu's parents who may still be suffering at home, the fat man couldn't help sighing: One person has to ascend to the sky. Thinking about this, Jiayu's parents should be able to live a good life. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that there will be fewer opportunities to see Jiayu in the future. Even if I see it a few years or more than ten years later, things will be different. It is still unknown what the situation is.

At this point, the fat man couldn't help sighing and returning to modern times. He can only think about it occasionally when he sleeps...

Because of the identity of Fatty Sanxiu, along the way, the outer disciples of the Lianqi Sect are respectful to him. After all, a strong Sanshu like Fatty, once you get started, it must be a core disciple, which can't be compared with a foreign disciples like them.

Walking to the room specially assigned to himself, the fat man walked in rudely. No matter how strong your strength is, the treatment you get will be improved. This is that although the road to practice is so bumpy, there are still so many people who go on without hesitation.

Lying flat on ** and looking at the roof, the fat man began to sort out his plug-in skills. Look at what he can use in this northern continent. If it is wax-free, it can only be used as an auxiliary. Wax-free: High-level fantasy, with the strength of the current fat man, can create ten phantoms, and one has 50% attack power.

Automatic pick-up: high-level, stealth, proficiency 11%, success rate 2%. ( Note: There is no direct conversion between proficiency and success rate. Even if the proficiency reaches 100%, it is impossible to succeed every time. When the highest level is full, the skill success rate is only 100%, and other similar.)

Wall-piercing: high-level, integration! Proficiency is 13%, and the success rate is 2%.

Dodge: the highest level, teleportation. Proficiency is 1% and success rate is 2%.

Locking: high-order, boundary package. Proficiency is 1% and success rate is 2%.

The fat man rarely uses the wall-piercing technique, and because it is rarely used, the dodge success rate that the fat man pays the most attention to increases because the plug-in can't brush the proficiency. In contrast, the fat man's heart is also balanced. After all, dodge is a great magic skill, which can save his life inadvertently.

Although automatic picking is easy to use, with the increase of the fat man's strength, there are some magic props and some powerful breath props. The fat man finds that the success rate is surprisingly low. As for the wax-free, the fat man's first plug-in after coming to the alien world is also the only skill that can be added to the battle now. The fat man is also ten I like it.

For a long time, the fat man will use these skills to hide his power of the eighth level of death.

Just as the fat man was meditating, a crisp knock on the door woke the fat man up. He didn't seem to have any friends in the northern mainland. Who will come to find him at this time?

Opening the door, a strong middle-aged man appeared in front of the fat man. The big man was about thirty years old, and his muscles all over his body highlighted a sense of strength.

"May I ask who you are?" The fat man, who had no impression of this middle-aged man, asked first.

"My name is Gong Yang Ze. Are you here to sign up for Sanxiu?" Gong Yangze looked at the fat man with shining eyes, especially the giant sword in his room.

Noticing Gong Yang Ze's eyes, the fat man said slowly, "Yes, what's the matter with you?"

Gong Yang Ze patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "The little brother may not know. There are many Sanxiu who sign up for the sect every year, but most of his strength is uneven. Therefore, Sanxiu will have a private fight after signing up, and one-third of the people will be kicked out directly. I think the little brother seems to have just come back from the latent practice. I'm here to let you know."

Nodding, the fat man finally understood why the scattered practitioners did not greet each other along the way. It turned out that there was a private fight, but this kind of battle, there were no formal occasions and rules, I'm afraid...

As if he could see the fat man's worries, Gong Yangze continued: "In the private fight, there will be a monk in the period of the period of gas refining, which is a witness. And if you can enter his Dharma eyes, even if you lose, you will still enter the gas refining sect, so private fighting is still very important."

He clenched his fist at Gongyang Ze. When he first came here, he could meet a good person. The fat man couldn't help sighing that his character was good. After all, without one person, there would be less competition. Knowing that in this case, Gongyang Ze was still called Fatty. This guy is also open and aboveboard.

Walking to the back mountain with Gong Yangze, there are few scattered practitioners walking together along the way, and most of them are alone. After all, under the current situation is not clear, Sanxiu is a strength gained through life and death in the world, followed by experience and that careful heart.

The private fight of the scattered practitioners is a practice every year. The Gas Refining Sect also knows that there is a private fight, and a monk in the Huajing period is specially sent to find qualified and potential from the scattered practitioners.

On the way, Gong Yang Ze asked casually, "Looking at the young man, I don't know how many levels of strength he has?"

The fat man smiled and said, "In the middle of Wonderland, I think Brother Ram already has the strength of the peak of Wonderland." Fatty's words are not nonsense. Although Gong Yangze looks like a person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, it is not so. Fatty can see the inadvertent light from his eyes. Although he doesn't know why he came to himself, Fatty will get along with him, but there will definitely be a trace of vigilance in his heart. In this northern mainland, you should always be vigilance, otherwise you won't know if you are sold.

Gong Yang Ze smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I'm thirty-five years old this year. This has just been a complete wonderland, but the qualification is extremely poor. Therefore, the Qi Refining Sect prefers you, the qualified juniors."

The fat man did not object to Gongyang Ze's words. He was right. Although the gas refining sect welcomes powerful monks, especially the monks of Wonderland, the strange world of great perfection at an age like Gongyangze, I'm afraid it will be difficult to advance in this life, because he is really too old. I'm old, and my talent has been almost used.

And like the fat man, there is still hope to impact the transformation. After all, the monks in the transformation period are the core of a sect.

While talking, the two have gone to the venue of private fights. After many private fights, the Gas Refining Sect even sent someone to build a ring here. Although it is still very simple, the material of the venue has not cut corners at all. Without the cultivation of the period, it is difficult to damage it.

Take a general look. At this time, there are nearly a hundred scattered practices, and there are many female scattered practices, but the number is not large. There are only about ten or so. They frown, and they continue to come. The number of scattered practices is also extremely amazing. You know, the time interval between the Lianqi Sect opens the door and the apprentice is not long. There will be one time in about three or five years, and if there are so many free practices coming to enter the sect every time, how strong the strength of the qi sect should be, the fat man is shocked when he thinks about it.

I don't know what the fat man was thinking. Gong Yangze pushed the fat man and said, "Remember, although the private fight is a battle between scattered cultivation, it is extremely dangerous, but there must be no casualties. Otherwise, the monks of the Huajing period of the Refining Sect will take action to stop it, and it will worsen the impression of you. Therefore, grasp it when you take action. Is it a little bit? It's just a competition, not a life-and-death battle. Your brother still has time, so he won't be here with you anymore.

"Well, Brother Ram is busy with you. Don't worry about me." The fat man nodded, but he was very grateful for the help that Gong Yangze had given him.

Slowly walked to a remote place. The fat man carefully observed the bamboo forest with a radius of 1,000 meters in front of him. There was a blank place in the middle, and the ring stood alone. Every year, there are many scattered practitioners here to either jump in or leave sadly. I don't know, the fat man who has just arrived in the northern Xinjiang mainland. What kind of result will it be?

Half an hour later, all the scattered practitioners had arrived. They were all under the ring and waited quietly. Seeing that there were no other scattered repairs beside him, the fat man also slowly walked to the scattered group under the ring.

As soon as he walked, a streamer appeared in the sky, and his pupils shrank slightly. He saw a scribe appear on the ring, and beside him, followed by a child, it was actually Jiayu!

"I've met the elder Qizong."

I suddenly realized that this is the elder of the period of qi cultivation who came to supervise the scattered practitioners. Thinking about it, Jia Yu just entered this qi sect and got a cheap master. It's just that the cultivation of this scribe, the fat man didn't like it very much. In his heart, such an amazing talent as Jia Yu should at least worship people in the Taoist realm. It's under the door.

It's just this kind of thing, but it's not something that fat people can control.

The middle-aged scribe nodded and said, "I'm just responsible for being a witness. I hope you can pay attention to some moderation. The qi refining sect does not want to die during the fight."

After a short silence, no one objected, and the middle-aged scribe nodded and said, "I think since you know this private fight, you should understand the rules of private fight. Now, please stand up for the perfect repair of Wonderland.

After the words of the middle-aged scribes fell, the scattered practitioners walked out of the scattered group and walked to the other side of the ring, including Gong Yang Ze. Like the fat man, more than 40 scattered practitioners walked over. This can be said to be a combination of 40 purple warriors in the Nanfeng mainland, even if it is some powerful. It is not easy for the family to pull up so many strong people for a while, but in the northern mainland, these strong people can't look up to other people's noses and seek to get started.

After sighing again the difference between the northern Xinjiang mainland and the southern peak mainland, the fat man saw that the scattered practitioners had found a place and sat down until Jiayu stood on the stage, took out a small book and shouted, "Jiang Yu, Zheng Liang."

Suddenly, two Sanxiu walked into the ring. It's going to be an elimination system! First of all, they will pull away the perfect scattered practitioners in the wonderland. They will definitely get started, and then use the elimination system to eliminate the weaker group of the remaining scattered practitioners. This refining sect is really full of talents.

The banging sound made the fat man couldn't help looking at the ring. The young man named Jiang Yu was about 20 years old. The cultivation in the early stage of the wonderland, and Zheng Liang was only the cultivation in the early stage of the wonderland. The two also fought for a while.

Seeing this scene, the fat man couldn't help but be surprised. He had seen the confrontation between the strong in the northern mainland, but the confrontation in this strange period could let the fat man understand the attack methods of the monks in the northern mainland, so that he could better hide his cultivation of the eighth level of death.

The two casual practitioners are also physical cultivation. In fact, there are few qi refining monks in the scattered cultivation. After all, there is no orthodox practice in their hands. Jia Yu is an accident. Thinking about this guy's background, it is not that simple.

As soon as he took action, the fat man could feel that the two guys on the stage were definitely not mediocre. Both of them had rich combat experience and continuous tentative attacks, but they did not use strong attack skills. It's just that there is not enough time. It's impossible for them to spend a long time here.

And Jiang Yu and Zheng Liang also know this, but their strength is too close, and it is not so easy to find a winner for a while.

Finally, with ten minutes left in the end time, a ball of oil-green light suddenly broke out on Jiang Yu's body and quickly spread to his whole body. Finally, there was a green light and shadow behind him, but the light and shadow was relatively dim, and he could not see what it was.

But just like this, the fat man heard a lot of sucking sounds, and the expression of the Huajing monk turned power into an entity. When the middle-aged scribe saw the green virtual shadow behind Jiang Yu, there was no difference in his face. It seemed that he was doing a trivial thing. When Zheng Liang saw the virtual shadow, his scalp suddenly became numb and turned his power into an entity. How on earth did this guy do it?

However, it was impossible for Jiang Yu to explain to him again. After the virtual shadow appeared, Jiang Yu had rushed up, and the sword in his hand was also covered with a layer of green shadow, which quickly stabbed Zheng Liang.

Zheng Liang was not a weak man. After a short period of distraction, he reacted for a moment, and the soft sword in his hand also danced to block Jiang Yu's attack.

But as soon as the two swords were touched, Zheng Liang's face became extremely solemn. The virtual shadow behind the man was not only a shell, but a great energy.

After the two swords met, a victor's smile appeared on Jiang Yu's face, which fell on Zheng Liang's eyes but was so dazzling.

The next moment, Jiang Yu suddenly pushed Zheng Liang back. Jiang Yu instantly exerted his strength. Because he fell off the ring and lost, Zheng Liang also panicked for a moment and pushed Jiang Yu with all his strength.

He shook his head silently. When Zheng Liang and Jiang Yu pushed each other, the fat man knew that Zheng Liang had been defeated. Unsurprisingly, the next moment, the virtual shadow behind Jiang Yu suddenly rushed out from Jiang Yu's back and faintly turned into a poisonous snake and bit Zheng Liang's Tianling cover. And it stopped a few centimeters away from Zheng Liang's head.

Looking up and seeing the magical poisonous snake looking at himself with a ferocious face, Zheng Liang sighed softly and jumped off the ring. If it hadn't been for the regulations that the Alchemist Emperor could not die when there was a private fight, I'm afraid Zheng Liang would have died at this time.

"The secret method cultivation is only a niche in the end. The strength does not have a transformation, but the strong will turn into a spiritual beast, and will eat the evil consequences." After Zheng Liang jumped off the ring, the voice of the middle-aged literati floated quietly.

Jiang Yu's expression suddenly changed, suppressed his panic and said, "Thank you for your advice." After saying that, he walked down from the ring and found a remote place to sit down.

In this regard, the scattered practitioners around did not show any strange look. In fact, the unpleasant thing is that some practitioners without qualifications and family background walk between death all year round. In this case, if there is a secret method that can greatly enhance his strength, even if he knows that it is very unfavorable to his future path, he has to choose this way. Just like the fat man chooses to practice the eighth level of Death, he is not willing, but he has to swallow the magic core.

Jia Yu hesitated to make a cross on Zheng Liang's name. After all, he took away Zheng Liang's opportunity to study in the Gas Refining Sect. Anyway, it was a little uncomfortable to make such a decision.

But fortunately, Zheng Liang is not very old. It's okay to come back after three or five years of practice. Of course, the premise is that he still has a life to come back here in three or five years.

After a short episode, the cruel knockout match continued. I don't know whether the qi sect is intentional or a coincidence. The strength between each team is almost the same. It's all the same level. After the knockout match all the way, except for Zheng Liang and Jiang Yu, most of them won with a beautiful attack or counterattack with one or two hands. There is nothing outstanding.

"Zhang Biao, Deng Xinglong."

Finally, just as the fat man was about to fall asleep, Jiayu finally called his name, got up and wiped his eyes, picked up the exaggerated giant sword, and walked to the ring step by step.

Seeing the fat man coming up, Jiayu clenched his fist and waved the fat man a few times to cheer up the fat man. He nodded with a smile. If the strength is almost the same, with the sharpness of the giant sword and his combat experience, he will use the plug-in skills if it really doesn't work. The fat man is not afraid. If the eighth level of Death can be used, Even in the face of the perfect opponent of Wonderland, the fat man has a good chance of winning.

But the next moment, the fat man's face changed, because the person who appeared in front of him was actually an old man in the late Wonderland! Didn't you say that the Wonderland has gone there? What's wrong...

He frowned, and the fat man suddenly thought: Is there any difference between the great perfection of this wonderland and the later stage of the wonderland?

It's just that time does not allow the fat man to think so much. After holding his fists and signaling, the old man named Deng Xinglong lowered his body, and a seemingly quaint dragon head stick appeared in his hand.

If he can choose, the fat man would rather fight with a young monk in Wonderland than an old man in the middle of Wonderland, because they live for a long time, see more things, and there are more secrets, which is more difficult to deal with. However, is there no limit on the age of apprentices in this gas refining sect? How can people of this age still sign up?

Deng Xinglong was not ready to give the fat man time to react. After the signal, a black fog appeared on the dragon stick in his hand and wrapped him in it. Then the black fog gradually spread until the whole ring was covered.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe, who had always been indifferent, finally showed a smile and said to himself, "Oh? This person is also interesting."

Jia Yu beside him has been watching the battle of the fat man. This time, when he heard the middle-aged scribe, he suddenly asked, "Master, which of them will win?" Deng Xinglong's winning face will be bigger.

Jiayu muttered and said, "It's not fair. Brother Zhang only has the cultivation in the middle of the Wonderland, while Deng Xinglong has the cultivation in the later stage of the Wonderland. Although he is older, there is a gap in strength, which is not good for Brother Zhang."

He smiled, and the middle-aged literati said slowly, "Jiyayu, when you practice for a few more years, you will find that the older you are, the more difficult it is to deal with, because they know more, read more, and have more combat experience."

"Ah! ~So, isn't it even more unfavorable to Brother Zhang?

He smiled helplessly. The middle-aged scribe knew that he, a good disciple, was worried about the victory or defeat of the fat man. At what age he was more effective, but he couldn't listen to it.

nodded and said, "It's true. It's not good for the fat man in strength, but Deng Xinglong is not as old as he seems."

"Oh? What does the master mean? Jia Yu looked at the middle-aged scribe curiously.

He frowned slightly, and the middle-aged scribe slowly said, "Deng Xinglong should be a rare monk, but his skills are more inclined to magic. Raising the demons in his own body to gain strength is also a matter of putting the cart before the horse, so you don't have to worry. Even if he wins, it's still If you can enter my gas refining sect, it's cheap for that fat man.

After learning that the fat man could enter the refining sect no matter whether he won or lost, Jiayu's eyes suddenly showed a trace of excitement.

It's just that the fat man in the field doesn't know this at all. If he knows, I'm afraid he has jumped out of the ring now. The only feeling Deng Xinglong gave him is insidiousness and danger, not only the black fog around him, but also his eyes. He doesn't look like a human at all, but more like a fierce ghost.

Put the giant sword in front of him. The visibility is not high in the black fog, and the fat man does not dare to move. After all, Deng Xinglong is likely to lurk in a place in the dark fog at this time, and he will launch an attack as soon as he starts.

Time passed gradually. Seeing that the fat man was still still moving, Deng Xinglong, who was hiding in the dark, sneered. His hands stretched forward, and a dark light suddenly appeared on his fingers. Ten seconds later, the light of his fingertips had become dark. Finally, a skeleton burst out of the black light and rushed to the fat man with a long black line.

As soon as the ten skeletons appeared, there was a sound of ghost crying and wolf howling on the whole ring, and the sweat all over his body exploded. The fat man immediately knew that Deng Xinglong still took action, and the first blow was ready to kill the fat man.

Because of the mixed voice, it was difficult for the fat man to judge where Deng Xinglong's attack came from for a while. In desperation, the fat man could only rely on the giant sword, closed his eyes, and the wax-free function was instantly turned on. Others could not see it, but Deng Xinglong and the middle-aged scribes suddenly found that three fat men appeared on the stage, Rao It was the strong strength of the middle-aged scribe, and he didn't tell which one was the ontology for a while.

Looking at the ring with great interest, the middle-aged scribe said slowly, "That fat man is also interesting. Is he incarnated outside? No, that avatar doesn't seem to have any attack power, illusion?"

When he learned that the fat man had settled into the family, Jiayu was not very worried and said, "Master, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Although he said so, the interest of middle-aged scribes has been aroused by the fat man, and the illusion is attacked. He is also not a physical exerciseer who can practice.

Compared with the middle-aged scribe, Deng Xinglong was more surprised. In the black fog, his sight was unaffected. When he saw the fat man changing three, ten skeletons suddenly lost their target. After hesitating for a while, Deng Xinglong sent three skeletons to attack the fat man with a gloomy face, leaving a skeleton waiting for help.

However, Deng Xinglong knew very well that it was difficult to knock down the fat man in this round of attack. Although it was not difficult to transform the three illusions in an instant, it was not easy to use it when Deng Xinglong could not find it and had no trace.

After the split, the creepy feeling suddenly eased a little. The relieved fat man also saw three black skeletons suddenly hit him and erect a giant sword. Since there was no way to escape, he had to resist this blow.

There was no violent explosion, but the fat man's body was straight back about ten meters away. The skull had the power of corrosion. If he touched the flesh, I'm afraid even the piece of meat would be cut off. This was the fat man's first evaluation of the skull attack.

Just before the fat man could breathe, a dark light appeared again and shouted softly. The fat man was in a hurry. He pulled out the canine sword on his back with his left hand and cut directly to the skull.

With a bang, the skull broke in response, and Deng Xinglong's eyes were about to fall off. You know, this skull was refined with all his heart and effort. The corrosiveness was amazing. Not to mention ordinary iron, even fine steel can be corroded, but the canine tooth sword in the fat man's hand is not affected at all. .

Holding a sword in the right hand and a knife in the left hand, if the fat man is not burly enough, I'm afraid he can't lift it at the same time. He gasps. The fat man knows in his heart that there is no way to go on like this. He can't see the other party's figure at all. Even if the time is exhausted, the winner must be the other party.

After thinking about it, the fat man put away his canine tooth sword helplessly, slowly raised his left hand, and a little starlight appeared in his hand.

His face changed. At this time, Deng Xinglong was a little suspicious. Is this fat man a physical exercise or a qi monk? A little starlight slowly grew, and finally the fat man's hand seemed to hold a sun. The dazzling light appeared. The fat man suddenly shouted, and a strong light suddenly appeared. Although he was shrouded in black fog in an instant, the fat man had seen Deng Xinglong's position, which was enough.

The fat man rushed to Deng Xinglong like a cheetah. His pupils shrank slightly. The fat man's speed was very fast, but he still left Deng Xinglong to breathe a few breaths and sneered. In Deng Xinglong's body, a black light appeared, and the dragon's stick unexpectedly flew close to the black awn.

At the moment when the dragon's stick entered the black awn, the black was infinitely enlarged. It was not until it became a five-meter black hole that it slowly stopped and took a breath of cold air. The fat man kept waving the giant sword in his hand. The blades could not destroy the black hole, and a loud dragon roared.

In the black hole, a black dragon slowly appeared, but the black hole was only big enough to stretch out its head. The great dragon power almost wanted to crush the fat man. At this time, the fat man seemed to be doing a battle with a trapped beast. After drawing a light white mark on the giant sword on the ground, he jumped high and cut off the black dragon head.

This scene was naturally extremely stupid in the eyes of Deng Xinglong, but there was some excitement in the eyes of the middle-aged scribes outside the court.

The black dragon spit out a breath, and the endless black flame wrapped the fat grandma, and finally burned it so that there was no hair left. Did he die? Looking at the disappearing fat man in shock, you should know that the Gas Refining Sect absolutely does not allow death to appear during private fights, but why the middle-aged scribes outside the court have not spoken.

This victory did not bring Deng Xinglong a sense of joy, but made him feel more solemn.

The sound of tearing the air suddenly sounded, and his face changed. Deng Xinglong looked back. The fat man jumped and cut exactly the same as just now, but this time the target was Deng Xinglong.

When did he run behind him? Did the Black Dragon just kill a phantom? How can a phantom have attack power!? A series of questions rose in Deng Xinglong's mind.

However, the current situation forced him to face the reality. Deng Xinglong, who was about to lose the game, did not show any frustration, but looked at the fat man with a dead look.

Behind Deng Xinglong, a dark shadow appeared in an instant. The black fog on the ring was all absorbed by the dark shadow in an instant, and Deng Xinglong's skin became more dry, and the expression in his eyes was a little dimmed. In exchange, the fat man was only three centimeters away from his head and could no longer move forward!

The demon appears!

A huge demon appeared behind Deng Xinglong, looked at the fat man, firmly holding the fat man's giant sword with both hands, and then suddenly shook it. The fat man who flew directly to the edge of the ring looked deeply at the demon spirit a few times, and jumped off the ring without hesitation. This demon, if it does not use the power of the eighth level of death, can never compete with it.

This is the only idea in the fat man's heart. When he saw the fat man jumping directly off the ring, Deng Xinglong was stunned, and then his face twitched a few times, and the shadow gradually returned to his body.

Looking forward to Jiayu, he won this battle. From now on, he will no longer suffer from this demon spirit. He will practice the real qi refining method.

I didn't care about Deng Xinglong's expectation at all. Jia Yu said loudly, "The winner of this game, Zhang Biao!"

Zhang Biao was stunned, Deng Xinglong was also stunned, and the scattered practitioners who did not know why were also stunned. Deng Xinglong, who fought desperately to win, suddenly fell into a state of madness. The demon behind him appeared again and roared and rushed to Jiayu at the same time.

His face changed slightly, and the fat man slowly turned around, and then roared and threw the Juque sword to Deng Xinglong. His speed must not keep up, and he did not expect that his attack could stop Deng Xinglong. He only hoped that the middle-aged literati could take action in time, otherwise with the power of the early stage of Jiayu Wonderland, he would definitely die. .

There was a cold snort, and the sound like a bell sounded, and even ripples like waves appeared where the sound passed.

The fat man's giant sword stopped in the air and then fell down, and Deng Xinglong also stopped, but the tyranny in his eyes was increasing. The demon behind him opened his mouth, and a black light ball appeared in an instant.

The middle-aged scribe finally got angry. With one finger, a blue light appeared, and almost at the moment the blue light appeared, it fell on Deng Xinglong's body. Just like the fat man at the beginning, Deng Xinglong was frozen on the spot. Even the black ball in the demon's mouth was frozen in the blue light.

Looking at the puzzled and shocked eyes of the scattered practitioners under the stage, the middle-aged scribe coughed twice and said, "Deng Xinglong's practice is too biased towards the magic, which is harmful to others and himself, and his vitality should not be exhausted. The qi refining sect does not earn income, so the winner of this game is Zhang Biao."

As soon as the middle-aged scribe speaks, it must be the general existence of the imperial edict. For a while, it was the voice of Deng Xinglong who criticized.

Seeing his inexplicable victory, the fat man was relieved after thinking about it. The skills used by Deng Xinglong were really too vicious. It could be seen that every time he summoned the demon, his vitality would be sucked a little. If he died, I'm afraid the demon could possess him. It's really a sin to turn your body into a demon.

After figured out this joint, the fat man doesn't pay attention to it. In a word, it's always good to get it without work.

The next battle was even calmer. After learning that the martial arts of cultivation were biased towards the magic path and would not be included by the refining sect, the scattered practitioners had a heart. In the battle, they rarely used those negative secret skills. Even if they used it, they also covered it well.

The battle of the 20 groups lasted for almost an afternoon. The 20 people who lost, except for Deng Xinglong, who was frozen and dragged away by the people of the qi sect, the rest of them left the mountain gate of the qi sect, and the 20 victorious people and 40 wonderful monks who were qualified to move in. After a few days, the disciples After the enrollment, he went to the mountain to worship.

After returning to the room assigned to him, after a while, the knock on the door sounded. The battle of the fat man was really wonderful and thrilling, but most people only saw that a black fog shrouded the ring, and then a strong light burst out in the middle. As soon as the black fog disappeared, the fat man jumped down from the ring. Then Deng Xinglong turned his target to the apprentice of the elder of the Qi Refining Sect, and finally died tragically in his hands. Little is known about the story of the fat man's fight.

Opening the door, Gong Yang Ze was standing in front of the fat man's door, holding two wine pots, and laughing, "Congratulations, little brother, on winning. Today's victory is really thrilling."

The cheeky fat man couldn't help blushing and said, "Brother, don't laugh at me. In fact, I won today. If I hadn't been lucky, I'm afraid I would have left here."

Unexpectedly, Gong Yangze shook his head and said, "Even if Deng Xinglong doesn't use magic skills today, if you incarnate with one hand alone, I'm afraid that the qi refining sect will leave you."

My heart moved. This ram Ze is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. When he came back from the ring, I learned that there would be more words in the same sect in the future. There were also many Sanxiu who came up to talk to the fat man, but he said that he did not see the process of the fat man's battle, and even the fat man could not see through the black fog. This ram Ze, How did you see it through?

It seems that I'm not going to explain so much to the fat man. Gong Yang Ze said, "Why, I brought the wine myself, and you won't let me go in and buy you a pot of wine?"

Although he didn't know what Gong Yangze meant, he had helped himself after all and did not show any malice. The fat man also treated him with courtesy.

After throwing another pot of wine to the fat man, Gong Yang Ze took a big sip. After unplugging the plug and pouring a few sips without hesitation, the fat man slowly said, "I don't know how I saw through the black fog."

Gong Yang Ze doesn't say anything, but it doesn't mean that the fat man won't ask. The fat man is extremely concerned about this. If it hadn't been for the black fog, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly today.

Gong Yang Ze looked deeply at the fat man and said, "Don't you really see through the black fog?"

He frowned, and the fat man nodded fiercely!