Chapter 466 Group of Death
The results of the lottery came out quickly. Yun Zheng drew a sign with the word "D" and arranged to compete in Group D according to the regulations. Yun Zheng calculated that the time should be the first time on the second day of Tianwu Temple's competition. One day, you can be familiar with the environment and atmosphere. This time of competition is quite favorable. He looked at the other martial artists who also participated in the competition for the Ding group. The benevolence of the four Xuanyi heroes was in sight, and the rest of the same group did not know.
Yun Zheng also asked the monks of Tianwu Temple, the steward, for a copy of the relevant information of other practitioners in the Ding group, and briefly learned about their master background and cultivation, as well as the examples of martial arts competition skills. Looking at it one by one, he found a phenomenon, that is, there are a total of seven people in the Ding group. Among the remaining six people besides himself, Pang Renjie has the highest cultivation. Although the other five people have used more than seven levels of cultivation, they are basically above seven levels and five stars, and there is no stronger one. These five people are either the children of the sect who rarely go out to practice, or they are born in poverty. Although they have good talent, the acquired conditions limit the growth of their skills.
In a word, these people do not have the strength to compete with Yun Zheng and Pung Renjie. It can be said that this is a relatively relaxed group. At a glance, Yun Zheng was very lucky to be able to draw in such a group.
Ji Yin, the master of Honglian, grabbed the secret scroll with the list and smiled, "Good, you are lucky. You don't seem to have any great people in your group."
Yun Zheng smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Bi Liantang Xiaoye came over and pouted, "Oh, I'm unlucky enough to draw this group of death, and they are all very powerful."
"Let me have a look." The leader of Honglian casually took the secret scroll of the list in Tang Xiaoye's hand and looked at it a few times, "Group A, the first wave of battle, um... It seems that it's true. Look, this is Wei Wushu of Tianjuemen. The cultivation reported on it is eight paragraphs and eight stars. Is it so horrible? Is it more powerful than Dongfang Bai? This is Zou Yunkai of Qi Tianzong, seven paragraphs and eight stars. This is still a little speculative, but the Taoist line is also deep enough. There are also these, which seem to have eight paragraphs. Girl, your luck seems to be a little bit... Hey, it doesn't matter. Our sisters are just here to join in the fun. If you feel that you can't fight, you can admit defeat early. If you don't fight to death, we have more important things.
Tang Xiaoye stubbornly said, "That won't work. Sister Honglian, you dare to rank in the top ten of the dragon list. This time, I will also strive to reach the top ten of the dragon list. As a guardian of Honglian, of course, I have to make a reputation for Honglian. In addition, I am still a son of Tangmen. Although the Tang family has never competed for these reputations, since I have come to compete, I can't humiliate the ancient city of Tangfeng. Therefore, I must fight this battle!"
Master Honglian was worried and took her by the shoulder and said, "Sister, the days are long. It's better for you to relax this time."
Yun Zheng also said, "Xiaoye, try your best to let go and leave it alone in the end. If we watch the battle for you, you will never be in any danger."
At this time, the monks of Tianwu Temple rang the bell, and the first competition began, with seven people in Group A. The stew monk shouted loudly, "Which martial artist is the first to appear to guard the ring?" Before he finished speaking, five or six figures rushed forward and swept towards the big stone ring in the open space in front of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Because there are the rules mentioned by Shen Ku Zen, everyone knows that if you can win the first victory first, you can get the help of a six-stage and five-star bronze man. Therefore, it is crucial to win the first game.
Tang Xiaoye understands this truth. Of course, she is also in the ranks of the rush, but she is not good at running vigorously. She gets up a little slowly and is thrown at the end. The overall strength of Group A is strong, which can be seen.
The seats of each sect watching the battle were only ten feet away from the big ring. Seven people in Group A flew to the front of the ring in an instant, but the first prize was snatched by a disciple of the Wind Blade School. The boy came from the Wind Blade Gate and specialized in wind and martial arts, and his armor all over his body were also hit seven or eight wind and evil inscriptions, so the trend was like the wind and fast. It's extremely fast, and grabbing the first prize is no exception.
However, the first person to challenge the ring owner got into a dispute, because Wei Wushud and Qi Tianzong's Zou Yunkai almost stepped on the ring at the same time, so they naturally felt that the first person to challenge the ring owner was himself. After arguing for a while, the atmosphere became more and more fierce. They had to fight with their own guys and didn't wait for a fight. At the beginning of the fight, you have to beat yourself to death first.
The eldest prince frowned and waved his hand. More than ten holy monks of Tianwu Temple rushed out to separate Wei Wuju and Zou Yunkai. The two were still unremitting and scolding. The eldest prince discussed with several martial arts sect bosses present and decided that the order of each group's appearance would also be determined by drawing lots. Each of them was determined by fate to avoid another dispute. The eldest prince said to revise the rules, and Wei Wukai and Zou Yunkai didn't say anything.
As a result of the lottery, the disciples of the Wind Blade School were still the first to appear to defend the ring, which was a good luck. The second person to challenge the challenge was a disciple of Huadu's prodigal son, who was still not Wei Wushu and Zou Yunkai. They ranked sixth to the bottom seven. They were really angry, but they did not dare to compete with the eldest prince and Tianwu Temple. Tang Xiaoye was lucky enough to draw the third game to win the ring, and her little face immediately turned cloudy and smiled.
The bell rang again, and the competition officially began. The disciples of the Wind Blade School and the prodigal son of the leader of the ring stood at both ends of the ring. The owner of the ring is Qiu Rong, who is cultivated with seven paragraphs and five stars. He is the eldest son of the master of the Wind Blade School. This Wind Blade School is a third-rate small sect. All the resources of the whole school are attached to Qiu Rong. Originally, he was not expected to compete with Dongfang Bai, as long as he Being able to grab the top 20 of the Dragon List is also enough to support the position of the Wind Blade School to ascend to the second-rate martial arts sect.
The attack is an infatuated disciple of the prodigal son suzerain of Huadu. He is known as a little prodigal son. He is cultivated as seven paragraphs and four stars, making a nine-section whip, and he is also a martial artist specializing in wind. The sect of Huadu Prodigal Son is very interesting. All the disciples in the sect show their names, but no one calls their real names. Needless to say, the prodigal son of the suzerain is infatuated, even the names of Yan Xiaoqingyan Xiaohong, whom Yun Zheng met, is also a nickname, and his real name has long been left behind.
Qiu Rong, a disciple of the Wind Blade School, hit the cyan armor of the big inscription of Fengsha. As soon as he stretched out his right arm, a wind rolled out, and a long weapon came out. The windsha circled around, and the cold light was awe-ring, a three-pointedged knife.
The little prodigal son, a disciple of Huadu, shook his left arm, but a nine-section steel whip like a black snake threw out, "pop" sounded in the air, like a thunder, which was powerful. He is also a warrior who cultivates the wind and evil spirits. His whole body is dark and soft armor, engraved with wind patterns in many places. As soon as he moves, he makes a sound, like a fierce python.
The voice of Qiu Rong of the Wind Blade School was calm, "Please." Stepping forward, seven sections of shaking the ground, and the whole big ring shook. However, there is a strange prohibition in the secret place of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion of Tianwu Temple. No matter how strong the practitioner is, he will not destroy the secret place of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. So Qiu Rong's foot just shook the ring. Qiu Rong stepped out, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his palm also chopped out. With a whine, a long wind blade light and shadow split his head and face to the little prodigal son.
The little prodigal did not fight hard. Instead, the big ring that Qiu Rong shook became a platform for the little prodigal son to borrow. He seemed to be shaken by the ring and bounced up two or three feet high. His body twisted in the air like a snake, dodged the knife cut by Qiu Rong. At the same time, the nine steel whip in his left hand shook, and it condensed into three wind blade apertures. The wind roared and wrapped around Qiu Rong's head. Qiu Rong's vertical knife blocked it, with a "bang" sound, crashing three windshaper apertures.
The little prodigal man's body was as flexible as a snake, and fell to the inner circle. The steel whip in his hand was thrown out, crack, and three crisp sounds. Another three wind blade aperture swept to Qiu Rong's lower plate. Then he shook his hands and three times, the three wind blade apertures then covered Qiu Rong's head face. The little prodigal son's arms were fast and incoherent, and he hit three times, even covered Qiu Rong's chest and abdomen. It's settled.
The little prodigal son's technique was extremely fast. In an instant, nine whips were struck out, and nine wind blade apertures were attacked in a row, which was impenetrable. The little prodigal son also turned upside down to avoid the possible dangerous moves of the other party. Qiu Rong was slightly panicked, and he quickly retreated, waved a big knife to block it, jingled several times, and blocked all nine wind and evil apertures in front of him. His body also retreated to the edge of the ring. If it hadn't been for the wind and inscription on his body to quickly get him out of the circle of war, these nine wind blades and light circles would not have been guaranteed.
Qiu Rong roared back and rushed back. The knife in his palm opened and closed, sweeping the ring. The little prodigal son's body method is fast, and he is as agile as a wandering dragon, but he moves around with a spiritual method. The two fought against each other for a while.
A sect member watching the battle in front of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion stared and observed to see if these two people could finally compete with each other. Master Honglian asked Yun Zheng, "Good together, which of these two do you think can win?"
Yun Zheng pondered and said, "The two are only one star away from their cultivation, and they are both professionally cultivated. There is no obvious gap, and the victory or defeat may be between one thought. Qiu Ronggang is fierce and violent, opening and closing, but strong and easy to break. The little prodigal is flexible, and the nine-section whip is as flexible as a snake, as if it is soft, and he specializes in sinister methods, but as long as he has a strong side, he can prevail.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in the ring suddenly approached again. The steel whip in the palm of the little prodigal son hit 27 blades, almost covering Qiu Rong's whole body. Qiu Rong also showed his power. The tiger roared and trampled, and the whole ring almost turned over. The knife in his palm waved into a mass of light, which was impenetrable, and slapped 27 blades of wind and flew out.