Chapter 193 Discussion 10

Xue Qingchen fainted, and this game is naturally the supreme victory!

Although the whole battle was experienced for a short time, the attack was extremely tragic. But in the eyes of the low-level monks, this battle was a bit of a tiger. People didn't understand what had happened at all, thinking that it had just begun and was actually over. Especially when he suddenly fled, Xue Qingchen didn't move, and even closed his eyes. People looked at it inexplicably.

There are few people who really understand the whole game. Even if there is no Taoist cultivation, they are all well-informed people. They are amazed at the tragedy of Xue Qingchen and sighed one after another. There is no doubt that Xue Qingchen is a person with a story, and it is obvious that Xue Qingchen plays the role of the weak. It can be seen that a Taoist monk can play the role of the weak. It can be seen that her admiral is strong and feels the disrespect of Mingzong in her words. People have already learned that before this ceremony, they are afraid that there is a very deep contradiction between them. Judging from Xue Qingchen's performance just now, it has reached the point of immortality!

Many monks are still ignorant, while others are secretly on guard. They heard Xue Qingchen's last few words very clearly, "The bullying is too strong, too strong". His voice was sad and the resentment was extremely heavy, which made them palpitate. The monks were surprised by Xue Qingchen's behavior, but they forgot that the door of life and death and the meditation sect were world feuds. Xue Qingchen fell into the arms of the fat man at this time, which was a little strange.

Seeing that everyone was still ignorant, he naturally would not explain what had just happened. He said loudly, "Xue is in a coma in the early morning, the best sex, and the next game begins."

An old man who looked like he was about fifty stood up and pointed to an elder of Mingzong and said, "Moriai asked the elder of Mingzong for advice."

The one who called Zhiyuan was shocked. He was not outstanding in the school. He has been devoting himself to cultivation and rarely participated in the secular world. Except for a few brothers of the same generation who knew themselves, some juniors didn't know much about themselves. How come, will there be a scattered practitioner here to know himself? He looked at the old man named Moliere, looked at him carefully, and found that he was still very strange.

"Would Senior Zhiyuan refuse to give advice? Are you looking down on us?" Moliere said. The sound is a little cold.

When people heard this, they immediately understood that this was another person who had a grudge against Mingzong. The interest was raised in an instant.

Zhiyuan was shocked. The Sanxiu in the Taoist period was already very strange to know that he still had a grudge against himself. When did this resentment end? He couldn't help looking at the head brother Zhishan and asked if the head brother knew anything about this matter?

Zhishan shook his head. He didn't remember who this man was at all, and he didn't know anything about it if he had a grudge against Mingzong. Although Mingzong is powerful and has signs of bullying and scattered cultivation in some things, it will never bully a monk in the Taoist period. As for the monks who have the potential to practice the Taoist period, the means taken by the Mingzong are often to attract. If it is not successful and quietly destroyed, it will definitely not leave any legacy for the sect. However, he was confused and motioned to Zhiyuan to fight. At the same time, he whispered secretly, "Don't have any scruples. The ancestors agreed." In fact, Zhishan had regretted it when he fought with Zhicheng and Xue Qingchen just now. He forgot to tell Zhicheng. In the fight just now, he looked very clear. Zhicheng did not use all his strength and fought a little lamely. If he did his best, he would clean up an injured Xue Qingchen. Zhicheng would not make a move to Xue Qingchen at all. The opportunity can be completely attacked by a storm, so that Xue Qingchen has no power to fight back. As for injury, it is even more impossible.

Zhiyuan nodded and was happy in his heart. Since his ancestors agreed, there was no need to keep his hand. In the past few months, Mingzong has done so many earth-shaking things, isn't it just to become famous? Now you can finally let go and show the style of the sect with all your strength!

"Please!" Zhi Yuan sneered. His body is straight, he looks condescending, and he is extremely contempt for his opponent.

The fat man and others moved in their hearts, and ** realized that Zhiyuan in the field seemed to have changed. Just now, he was like an unsheathed sword. Although he was strong, he did not feel aggressive, but now he felt that the sword had come out of its sheath. The sword pointed to the world and was full of momentum. This Sanxiu is afraid of suffering! Such an idea arises in several people's minds at the same time.

Molière's face has also changed. He has a clear sense of the change in the other party's momentum. The intuitive feeling to him is that the two were still evenly matched just now, but now it is like an ant and an elephant. There is a saying that the ant is a locust praises great country, and it is not easy for the dragonfly to shake the tree! Now he has a feeling of challenging the elephant as an ant. This feeling made him extremely aggrieved. No! He roared in his heart. I don't want to be looked down upon by him anymore. No, I want to let him know that I am a talent, not garbage. I want him to apologize for his words 50 years ago. I'm not garbage, I'm a talent, I'm a talent!

"Ah," Molière roared, and before Zhishan announced the start of the fight, he had already punched out. This punch is ordinary, unlike an ordinary monk's fists with a layer of fighting spirit attached to it, which not only increases the power of the attack but also protects itself. His punch looked like the fists and feet of a child without any fighting spirit, which made people unable to raise a trace of defensive thoughts. However, everyone knows that this is a monk in the realm of Taoism. Can the fist of a master of Taoism be so ordinary? No, absolutely not!

Zhiyuan's face changed slightly, and then he laughed. The other party is just a scattered practice, and he has not distributed it in his eyes. As a disciple of the sect, the cultivation environment he has is much better than that of a scattered practice, and the accumulation of basic skills is much stronger than that of scattered cultivation. When the level reaches a certain level, basic skills play a decisive role. In the famous school, because of the superior cultivation environment and rich resources, cultivation is not only solid, but also enters quickly. Because of many survival and other reasons, scattered cultivation has to quickly break through its own realm, so that you can have a certain self-insurre protection ability in a short time, and then find a place after having certain conditions. Hidden cultivation, this is actually an act of putting the cart before the horse, but as a free practice, it has to be like this! As a result, not only is the basic skills not solid, but also the entry is slow. ( Of course, there are also some non-humans, but that's just a special case!) Therefore, in the same realm, there is a great difference in cultivation. Generally speaking, a monk of a famous sect can completely defeat several scattered cultivations in the same realm, and this proportion increases with the rise of the realm. A famous disciple of the Wonderland period is enough to match two scattered cultivations in the Wonderland period, a famous disciple in the Huajing period can compete with the four scattered cultivations in the Huajing period, and a monk in the Taoist period can match about eight scattered cultivations in the Taoist period. In this way, Zhiyuan's cultivation is eight times stronger than Moriai. At the same time, he sees that Moriai has just broken through the early stage of the Taoist mirror, and he is about to enter the middle of the Taoist period, and the gap between them is more than ten times. Although two people are masters of the same realm, the gap between them cannot be calculated in millimeters at all, but in kilometers.

The other party's punch is a little bit, but it's just some. He knows more or less about Sanxiu. While constantly practicing, for survival and fighting for resources, he will understand some unique personal skills. I'm afraid that Moliere's punch is like this, but after all, these are partial doors, and they are still vulnerable in front of orthodoxy.

Zhiyuan smiled and punched out. His punch also did not have a trace of fighting spirit, and it looked exactly the same as Molière.

Among the monks around the audience, "hum" hummed, "This Zhiyuan is so big, hum, no one is there." Hey hey, who was beside me, I couldn't stop sneering.

The fat man smiled and said, "Although he is big, he has that capital." After saying that, he continued to exert his strength with his palms against Xue Qingchen's vest to heal Xue Qingchen's wounds.

Of course, Zhiyuan's move will not be the same as Moliere's. His move completely reduces his attack power, and only uses a fraction of his own strength. In this way, the power is weakened, and the fighting spirit attached to his fist does not reach a certain extent. Naturally, it will not appear. Zhiyuan's move can be said to be contempt for the other party. I don't have to do my best at all. A few layers of power are enough!

How does Moliere know, and his heart is getting more and more angry. Well, fifty years ago, you looked at me so low, and now that I have reached the Taoist period, you still look at me so much. I want to let you know that I have strength, and I have enough capital to be valued by your famous sects. It was your biggest loss not to accept me into the mountain gate at the beginning. Moliere shouted loudly, and the attacking fist changed again. The speed of the fist accelerated, but it was more simple. Every tendon and every piece of flesh on the fist could be seen clearly.

"Hey hey, it's a good show. This little guy is good, good." Tuoba Feng, who was beside him, suddenly said.

Fat man, hum, hey hey, Xu Bin, Jiayu and others were stunned at the same time. What does the word Tuobafeng mean?

Xu Bin, although Jiayu and Jiayu don't know what Tuobafeng's cultivation is, they clearly feel that the other party is not comparable to them, and they attach great importance to Tuobafeng's words.

Tuobafeng smiled faintly and said, "This punch seems to be powerful, but it seems to be full of stamina, not like the skills of the northern continent."

Several people were shocked at the same time. It's not the skill here. Where will it be? The fat man took a look at Tuoba Feng. Is it the Nanfeng mainland?

Tuoba Feng saw the doubts of several people and shook his head. The strength of Nanfeng mainland is much worse than that of the northern Xinjiang mainland. The improvement of scattered cultivation depends more on challenges and the challenge of survival and then the improvement of strength. There is no improvement in Nanfeng mainland. If there is, the fat man will not come to the northern Xinjiang mainland. " Space turbulence." He gently spit out a few words.

Space turbulence? What is this place?

The fat man looked at Tuobafeng suspiciously. Was it the kind of place where Tuobafeng lost his body at the beginning?

Tuoba Feng was shocked. Although the fat man didn't say anything, the meaning in his eyes was right in his heart. When did the fat man have such an accurate psychological grasp? He nodded and said, "It's that kind of place. The space atmosphere is extremely disordered, the energy is indiscriminately, and it is extremely restless. In that place, any action needs to be careful. A little carelessness may cause a space explosion,..."

Tuoba Feng explained that the fat man thought of the avalanche on the earth. I'm afraid it's that kind of place, but the danger is dozens of times stronger than the snowy mountains.

"This person's move seems ordinary and does not have any energy fluctuations, but at the moment of contact with the other party, the energy will gushe out, which is the best performance of energy control. In this case, even if it is the cultivation of the transformation period, all the energy will flow out, causing the destructive power. The monks in the Taoist period did not dare to underestimate him. This little child of Mingzong is afraid of suffering losses. Tuoba Feng said.

While listening to Tuoba Feng's explanation, several people looked at the fight on the court and carefully confirmed it.

Moliere and Zhiyuan's fists finally met. Moliere's face suddenly turned red, like hot magma, but Zhiyuan's face suddenly turned white and pale.

The two fists condensed together.

Tuoba Feng's words suddenly sounded in the ears of the fat man. Unfortunately, that guy suddenly withdrew his strength, otherwise Mingzong's cultivation would be at least ten years backwards.

As soon as the voice fell, Zhiyuan had flown backwards. Zhiyuan kicked a kick in the air and landed smoothly on the ground, but his chest jumped, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Well, I really don't know whether to live or die. The other party let him go, but he still cares about his face. He refused to take the opportunity to resolve his strength, but he had to stand up. In this way, the injury was at least three points worse." Humph, hey hey, Xu Bin, Jiayu looked at Tuobafeng inexplicably and didn't know what Tuobafeng meant.

The fat man understands in his heart that Tuoba Feng is now an entity condensed by the spiritual body. Although his physical cultivation is in the perfect state of Taoism, his spiritual cultivation has stepped into the realm of heaven and man, and can freely absorb the energy between heaven and earth. It is very clear about the energy between heaven and earth, as well as various fluctuations. Listening to Tuoba Feng's words, I'm afraid that when Moriai took action, his whole body broke out in an instant. He was suddenly caught off guard. Zhiyuan wanted to urge the fighting spirit, but he didn't have time at all. Moriai felt the fear of the other party and was helpless, so he collected a little strength so that the other party would not be seriously injured by his palm, and then he exerted his strength. Jiang Zhiyuan shook away and planned to let the other party fall to the ground and take a breath in his heart. However, Zhiyuan was desperate to lose face. He refused to fall to the ground and forcibly transferred the fighting spirit in his body in the air. He was injured just now and his breath was disordered in his body. Now he is forced to use the fighting spirit, which immediately aggravated the injury. The fat man said the guess in his heart, and Tuoba Feng nodded, and everyone was clear.

Several people couldn't help admiring Tuoba Feng in their hearts, and praised the fat man's agility.

The fat man didn't see the admiration in the eyes of several people. He was stunned just now, and the long-lost plug-in became active again. Just now, the moment Tuobafeng nodded to his guess, the plug-in "ding" sounded, and the system prompted that a new ability appeared.

The fat man quickly opened the system and saw that it said, new functions and spiritual peeps. Introduction, when facing the enemy, cause psychological suppression to the enemy, and have a certain chance to know what the other party is thinking. What is this? The fat man was puzzled. The introduction was very short. Let's talk about a few words. Of course, the fat man understood it. He graduated from primary school, but what was the specific situation described in these words? The fat man was confused. Causing psychological repression? To what extent have you reached the level of subduing people without fighting? Or does it make the other party timid? As a master, the cultivation of the mood is not low, and you will adjust yourself when you find that you are entangled in negative emotions, which is a very common and normal behavior. So what's the use of this spiritual peep? Is it just such a time difference? The time difference between the other party's psychological adjustment? A feeling of chicken ribs rose in the fat man's mind. And the ability is a little strange this time. Why don't you have the proficiency in writing? % data, isn't it all like this before?

No one found the strangeness next to him. At this time, the best on the light had been coldly announced, "Molyai wins!" Just four words, very simple.

Moriai retreated and won, but he was a little confused. He even moved his lips and planned to go there to see Zhiyuan's injury.

"Fat man, if you win this person, he is very strong." The sound of Tuoba Feng sounded.

The fat man immediately came out of the plug-in system and nodded. This person is really good. He also saw that this person's talent is really average, even not as good as humming, hey hey, but the perseverance on this person's face is definitely shocking in his eyes. Is it cruel to others, but cruel to himself. The fat man can assert that the cruelty in this person's heart is absolutely rare in the world! Even if that man's talent gives him the best conditions, the period of transformation is his end, but now he has cultivated to the period of Taoism and become an existence that no one dares underestimate, cruel, really cruel!

Xue Qingchen's injury temporarily stabilized. The fat man found that Xue Qingchen had been injured long before the fight, and the injury was extremely serious. The fat man calculated the time and found that it was about the first time when the two of them met, he was a little worried. It would not be that she was so angry and caused such a serious injury. Right? Xue Qingchen's injury stabilized. The fat man let himself fight and heal himself. He ran to chat with Moriai.

Moliere's birth just now really surprised everyone! None of the scattered practitioners knew Moliere. Secondly, Moliere's realm was much higher than theirs, causing Moliere to stand alone in a corner at this time, looking quite lonely!

The fat man smiled with a fat face, and suddenly a kind breath passed over, which did not arouse Moriai's annoyance. The fat man smiled and said, "I'm Zhang Biao, a big fat man. My brother's move just now is so handsome. The fat man is very impressed!" The fat man deliberately called the big size as a fat man, lowered his posture, and looked like he had made friends.

Mouliai is not a proud person. Although he has been practicing all the time, on the way to Mingzong, he heard of the big name of the fat man Zhang Biao. Originally, he didn't have much affection for the disciples of the famous school, but now he sees that the fat man so low-profile and deliberately made friends, he can't stand his face, and the corners of his mouth is slightly. He moved, smiled and replied, "Hello, I'm Moriai."

"I know, I know." The fat man smiled and said, "My brother's move just now is really handsome, but why do you have to show mercy? The other party despises you so much, but you have to let the other party go generously. Why do I think he seems to be a Sanxiu, and you are a famous school, and your status is upside down."

When Moliere heard this, he couldn't help laughing. Indeed, "geneity" is generally the performance of famous schools (although it is often hypocriticalness), but then his heart sank. The fat man was really powerful. He could see that he generously let go of the other party, but he was afraid that the fat man's strength was no longer anxious. Thinking of this, a trace of pride in his heart because the fat man took the initiative to make friends dissipated, and he sincerely began to talk to the fat man. He knows very well how important it is to have a master friend in the martial arts world. Even if you can't insert a knife in your ribs, it's very good not to put cold arrows behind your back. He is somewhat tired of practicing alone over the years.

At this time, there were people fighting in the square again, and the public Sanxiu seemed to have reached a consensus. Sanxiu did not fight with Sanxiu, and the elders of Mingzong were selected. Unfortunately, after Moliere, all the elders of Mingzong were cautious and did not dare to underestimate the scattered cultivation. In this way, none of the scattered monks won the battle. They were all pressed by the elders of the Ming sect. Even if some of the monks used their unique secret skills, under the cautious Mingzong elders, according to However, it didn't win a favor. In terms of secret skills, the sect of Mingzong, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is much more and stronger than the secret skills created by the scattered practitioners. As a result, due to the full strength of Zhong Sanxiu, he began to be seriously injured and died in the next few fights. After ten innings, two people died, six people were seriously injured, and only two people were slightly injured!

For a while, the power of Mingzong became an unshakable reason in the hearts of Zhong Sanxiu! Zhong Sanxiu's eyes on Mingzong were full of awe.

The fat man and Moliere watched the fight and chatted. The fat man deliberately made friends and spoke funny. Although Moliere was a little lonely, he was also teased by the fat man with a smile on his face from time to time. Slowly, the idea of being a good friend with the fat man rose in his heart. It's really good to have such a strong and pleasant friend. And the fat man also learned from Moliere that it turned out that his feud with Mingzong was that he was a teenager who participated in the selection of Mingzong fifty years ago. At that time, his cultivation was already middle and upper-class among everyone, but he was eliminated. He was not convinced, and the person who eliminated him at that time was the Zhiyuan he challenged just now. Originally, this was not a hatred, but at that time, Zhiyuan mocked Moliere as a waste, and it was impossible to achieve success in his life. He could not even break through the transformation period, so he created this hatred. Understanding this, the fat man sighed in his heart that Moliere's talent was indeed not good enough, but his determination could change all this. Genius is equal to one percent of talent and ninety-nine percent sweat. This sentence is most faithfully reflected in him. At the same time, the fat man is also secretly happy that the hatred between Moliere and Emperor Mingzong is nothing. Once Emperor Mingzong learns this point, he is afraid that he will make a little gentle gesture, then Moliere, a master of the Taoist period, may be pulled over by the other party. However, now, it is impossible. The fat man can be sure that Moliere He became his friend, and had some other resentment against Mingzong. Of course, the euphemistic words in the fat man's words took a lot of credit.

At this time, another round of fighting began, but as soon as the two began to fight, the fat man frowned, not to mention the cultivation of the scattered monk, his heart was already timid. How could he win? Sure enough, after a few moves, the Sanxiu was defeated in the battle. Fortunately, Sanxiu had a retreat in his heart, and the elder of the other party, Mingzong, did not take a heavy action. This Sanxiu was the only loser who was not injured!

Now there are only two people left who have not yet fought.

Mori smiled and said, "It's your turn to play!"

The fat man smiled and said, "Ha ha, go and see how powerful the elder of Mingzong is. I hope you don't let me down."

Molière's face changed slightly, but then he laughed. Somehow, he had an inexplicable confidence in the fat man in his heart. It seemed that the fat man said that if he could win, he would win. Although there is only one Mingzong monk left, he is the strongest of the monks.

It turns out that when the monks choose their opponents, they simply compare and find the gap between the two. They have selected a person whose strength is not too strong, and the intention of the monks is to prove their cultivation and improve their strength with all their strength. Please The other party gave advice, but how did he know that the elders of Mingzong showed no mercy, and their own side suffered heavy losses. In this way, the people behind will not choose the strongest one, and the strongest person left it to the fat man!