Chapter 881

In the tent, there was silence.

Fairy Zixia stood aside, seeming to want to speak, but held back.

Nangong Huoyue also followed in, also silent.

Luo Qingzhou stood aside and waited quietly. After sister Jian Yue removed her hand from his uncle's abdomen, he asked, "Where is the injury?"

Yue Yao was silent for a moment and said: "Stomach."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "I know it's the stomach, I'm asking..."

Linghu Qingzhu's eyes suddenly looked at him.

The words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Yue Yao said no more, stood up and walked out quietly.

Fairy Zixia and Luo Ning also followed out.

Nangong Huoyue glanced at the two of them again, and Fang whispered: "You have won two games, that's enough. The other side will definitely send disciples from the Transformation Realm or the Grand Master to play in the next game. The dean asked me to tell you , you can just admit defeat, no one will blame you, and no one will laugh at you. Even if you lose this competition, you are still my hero, as long as you can save your life. There is hope in the fire.”

Luo Qingzhou looked at his uncle's abdomen with a calm expression: "It's okay, I want to try again."

Nangong Huoyue looked at him again, turned and left without saying anything.

There were only two people left in the tent.

Luo Qingzhou paused, walked to the bedside, held his uncle's cold hand, and comforted softly: "It's okay, Sister Yue is very powerful, she is a master of alchemy, she will definitely cure you."

Linghu Qingzhu looked at him quietly without saying a word, tears falling silently from the corners of his eyes.

Luo Qingzhou's lips trembled slightly, he lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

Immediately, he let go of her hand, stood up and walked out of the tent.

"Feiyang, next game..."

Fairy Zixia, Ancestor, Dean Bai, etc. all seemed to want to talk to him and remind him of something, but he walked directly through the crowd and walked onto the fighting platform, looking at those people from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. .

He just watched quietly and said no more.

Seeing that he had rested well, Jia Xun also looked at the people from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect and said, "The fifth game can begin."

Among the crowd of Piaomiao Immortal Sect, a tall young man in blue robe suddenly walked out.

The young man had a calm expression on his face and did not exude any aura. He walked up to the fighting stage unhurriedly, looked to the opposite side, and said, "Xiao Yao of the Misty Immortal Sect, in the early stage of the Divine Transformation Realm, and in the late stage of Grand Master."

As soon as these words came out, all the practitioners in the audience immediately started talking in low voices.

"Xiao Yao? It's him! I've heard of him. He is the most outstanding disciple of the Xiao family, the largest cultivation family in the Xiang Kingdom. He became famous at a very young age. I heard that he was spotted by the senior elders as soon as he entered the Misty Immortal Sect. Yes, he was directly accepted as his direct disciple."

"Sure enough, the Piaomiao Immortal Sect couldn't afford to play any more, so they directly sent a disciple of the Divine Transformation Realm to come up, which is a whole level higher than the disciples of Great Yan."

"Don't bully the weak. This is naked revenge!"

"You can't say that. The ten disciples who participated in the competition are each stronger than the last. It is probably his turn in order. Who knows that they are the Piaomiao Immortal Sect? The overall strength is already very strong."

"It's such a pity for that boy Dayan. It would be terrible if he was born in the three great immortal sects!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The faces of the people in the Piaomiao Immortal Sect were full of gloom and murderous intent.

Zhou Yuanshan sneered and said: "Do you really think that he will be invincible after winning two games? Our Piao Miao Immortal Sect can randomly pick out an outstanding disciple and let him understand how big the gap between his Great Yan and our Piao Miao Immortal Sect is! "

"Starting from this game, in the next few games, our Misty Immortal Sect will kill them all instantly!"

He gritted his teeth and said.

At this time.

Jia Xun waved his sleeves and a mask of light appeared, slowly covering the entire battlefield.

"The fifth competition begins!"

He announced in a calm voice.

Everyone in the audience cheered up and looked at the stage with bated breath.

In Yunzhou not far away, two windows were opened.

Several pairs of eyes looked at the figure on the battlefield.

The woman in the red dress said: "Master, he is only in the late stage of the Divided God Realm and the late stage of the Grand Master. He is definitely no match for the other party. The other party will definitely kill him for revenge. Let's go out and take a look. Get closer so that we can stop him. "

The woman in purple skirt said: "He is not stupid. If he cannot win, he may surrender directly."

The woman in the red dress frowned and said: "The key is that the other party may not give him a chance to surrender at all. After all, the other party is at the level of the gods, and his physical body is also the same as him. If the cultivation technique is powerful, maybe It will kill him instantly."

"Hey, where's Fenfen?"

"Already gone out..."

"Look, we guessed right, Fenfen is interested in that boy! Master, we..."

At this time, a cold voice came from another window: "Look again."

Several people stopped talking.

At this time, the battle on the battlefield has begun.

This battle is obviously different from the previous ones.

The young man named Xiao Yao from the Misty Immortal Sect, without any nonsense or hesitation, the moment Jia Xun announced the start of the competition, he had already taken out a sword with a clang and slashed out an astonishingly powerful sword. Mang!

The young man from Dayan gave up the initiative to attack this time.

When the sword light slashed at him, he only relied on his fist light and body skills to dodge, and did not dare to take a step forward at all.

Everyone in the audience saw this scene and secretly said it was a pity.

"The difference in realm is too great. Even if that young man has more passion and courage, it will be of no use."

"Although he has great physical skills and powerful boxing skills, evading like this will eventually exhaust all his energy. If he makes a mistake, he will die."

"This scene, it seems, there is no suspense anymore."

Everyone in the Piaomiao Immortal Sect was completely relieved when they saw this scene.

The faces of everyone in Dayan were ugly.

"Uh-huh!"

Xiao Yao has already struck out the twenty-second sword in a row!

Luo Qingzhou was still avoiding.

But the entire battle platform is not big, and it is shrouded in a formation light shield. The space for him to hide has become smaller and smaller.

Xiao Yao's sword light has blocked all his escape routes!

"Buzz——"

The sword in his hand suddenly buzzed, and the powerful soul power possessed by the God Transformation Realm in his body began to flow into the sword continuously.

The sword light on the sword grew bigger and bigger, and there was a dragon's roar in it!

A terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the sword in his hand and body!

"The Twenty-four Dragon-Slaying Swords..."

Under the stage, Jia Xun's pupils shrank slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.

This set of swordsmanship actually appeared in this world.

Um?

He suddenly felt something was wrong. It wasn't that the competition on stage was wrong, but...

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked away. The energy in his body moved slightly, and suddenly he trembled. He felt dizzy, swayed, and almost fell down.

"this……"

"I am...poisoned?"

His face was full of shock, feeling incredible and baffled.

At this time, Ma Yan, an elder from Penglai Xiandao who was standing behind, saw that something was wrong with him and quickly came over and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Jia Xun opened his mouth and was stunned. Fang looked at him and said, "You didn't respond?"

Ma Yan looked confused: "Why didn't you respond?"

Jia Xun was stunned for a moment, suddenly his heart was shaken, and he immediately looked towards the battlefield.

The floral fragrance just now...

"Uh-huh!"

On the battlefield, Xiao Yao's Twenty-Four Dragon-Slaying Swords was the first one, which was astonishingly powerful.

But he suddenly felt something was wrong.

When he raised the sword in his hand and prepared to strike with the second sword, he suddenly found that the meridians in his body seemed to be blocked, and the soul power could not flow at all!

He panicked and hurriedly activated the skills in his body, using his maximum strength to activate his soul power.

But this time, the soul power stopped completely there, motionless!

What's going on?

"Buzz——"

The sword in his hand suddenly whined. Because there was no soul power to replenish it, the sword light blooming on the sword's edge suddenly began to tremble and shrink.

His expression changed, and he immediately tried to activate the Yuan Power in the Dan Sea.

But Yuan Li is also motionless!

This surprise is truly extraordinary!

He immediately held the hilt of the sword with both hands, roared lowly, and once again used all his strength to activate the soul power in his body.

However……

"puff--"

Because he exerted too much force, a spurt of fart suddenly spurted out from behind his butt...

This butt was so fierce that it actually caused the elegant blue robe behind him to fly backwards, making a hunting sound!

And... the sound is really loud...

Everyone in the audience: "..."

The muscles on Jia Xun's face were twitching.

He had already stepped back a few meters. At this time, he quietly stepped back a few steps and held his breath.

Xiao Yao froze in place and suddenly turned into a wooden pile.

At this moment, he wanted to die...

But he finally reacted!

He looked at the boy opposite him with trembling lips, and the expression on his face was particularly distorted: "You...you...you actually..."

"You actually put poison!"

Luo Qingzhou suddenly held his nose and said angrily.

After saying that, he punched his chest with a bang!

"Moo——"

A deafening cow moo sounded!

A demonic cow suddenly appeared behind Luo Qingzhou, and the black fist light with red thunder and lightning hit Xiao Yao's chest hard!

Xiao Yao no longer had any strength to resist, and his chest was dented with a "哢" sound, and his whole body was knocked upside down!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Luo Qingzhou's fist fell on his body and head like a violent storm in an instant!

"Stop! We..."

The moment Xiao Yao's chest was smashed into pieces, Wei Wuchang from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect suddenly screamed loudly.

Xiao Yao is his disciple, his most proud personal disciple!

And he is a disciple who has been personally praised by his ancestor!

Nothing can happen!

But his words were not as fast as Luo Qingzhou's fists.

When he shouted these words, hundreds of Luo Qingzhou's fists had already landed on Xiao Yao like a violent storm!

And of course, there’s thunder and lightning!

"boom!"

Xiao Yao fell heavily to the ground, his head and body were all bloody and bloody, and he died on the spot!

"Zi..."

At the same time, a purple lightning bolt penetrated into his body, instantly destroying his body and destroying his soul!

The whole process was terrifyingly smooth.

What's funny is that it was only then that the words Wei Wuchang had just shouted out tremblingly: "We... admit defeat..."

Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the dead body, looked up at the audience, looked at him and said: "Sorry, you shouted too late... Even if it was a little earlier, I might be able to stop my fist and at least leave him a piece of intact meat..."

Wei Wuchang froze in place, his face was hideous, his whole body was shaking, and he clenched his fists.

This time, Luo Qingzhou did not pick up anything on the ground, nor did he sprinkle any powder. He just said lightly: "Under the Grandmaster, I am invincible! Above the Grandmaster, I poison! The sixth game is still me."

Under the stage, the practitioners were speechless: "..."

Dayan people: "..."

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