When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

During the day, he spent more than half of his time killing monsters. At night, after recovering from his short practice, the little white tiger still chose to lie down on the bed and have a good night's sleep. Woke up the next day and the weather was fine again, and the Zongmen Grand Competition was still going on.

Still in the group arena, the 58 people who won yesterday will continue to be eliminated today.

It was still drawing lots, and the names left on the jade bi were rearranged and combined, and it didn't take much time to line up their opponents.

This time Yun Qingyue did not qualify for the first round, so the little white tiger was able to appreciate the heroic appearance of senior brother Bei Luo on Luoxing Peak - Bei Luo also played and competed with others yesterday, but the opponent he faced in the primary election yesterday was too weak , It was as if the senior sister eliminated the opponent with a mediocre sword. It is naturally easier for Bei Luo, who has a deeper cultivation base, to win.

To put it simply, the opponents in yesterday's competition were too weak, and the big disciples basically didn't show much strength. And although the opponents they faced today may not necessarily be all powerful, at least after yesterday's round of elimination, most of the remaining ones today are elites.

Bei Luo's opponent is the personal heir of an elder of Tianyang Peak, and he is not an unknown person in the sect. A monk named Xu Huang is exactly forty-nine years old this year. Although his cultivation level in the later stage of Jindan is old for the three sects of martial arts, he can be regarded as such anywhere at his age. The last sentence is not bad.

Xu Huang's magic weapon is a long spear, which is not common among monks, perhaps because he was born as a mortal general. At this moment, he jumped onto the ring all by himself, and he didn't feel any fear in the face of Senior Brother Luoxingfeng, and his posture was still straight and imposing like a rainbow.

The monk holding the gun on the ring turned his wrist, pointed the gun to the ground, and said, "Xu Huang from Tianyang Peak, please give me your advice."

Bei Luo also has a forthright temperament, and doesn't say much in the ring. He nodded as a response, and then the two looked at each other, seeing a strong fighting spirit in each other's eyes. Then I saw Xu Huang turn his spear, then tap the ground with his toes, and took the lead in rushing towards Beiluo. Bei Luo's reaction was not slow, he saw a flash of light in his hands, and a pair of golden gloves wrapped his palms.

That's right, neither of them is a law cultivator, nor a sword cultivator, and the weapons they use are very strange. One of them used a sharp long spear, while the other used a close-fitting glove. However, the fighting skills of monks were quite different from those of fighting in the world.

At this moment, Xu Huang stabbed with his spear, and a stream of red spiritual power burst out from the tip of the spear, condensing into a majestic red tiger head. The tiger's head roared towards Bei Luo, and the people under the ring could even hear the faint roar of the tiger. If someone with a weaker cultivation level faced the roaring tiger, he might be defeated on the spot, and then his weakness would be revealed.

But Bei Luo obviously wouldn't be disturbed by this blow, not to mention that his cultivation base is much better than Xu Huang's, even Dao Xin is not comparable to ordinary people. Therefore, facing the roaring tiger, he raised his fist to meet the roaring tiger without changing his face.

The golden streamer wrapped the glove in his hand, and the sharp golden light was like a sharp blade for slaughtering a tiger. It defeated and dissipated the tiger with one punch.

The back-and-forth fight between the two was just a test, but the people watching the battle under the ring had already called twice. Afterwards, the two fought each other back and forth, which aroused constant applause from the surroundings, and the atmosphere of the entire ring was also high because of this. Even the little white tiger who came over to watch the excitement was watching with gusto at the moment, with a pair of tiger eyes fixed on Beiluo...

It was too easy for Beiluo to win yesterday, she didn't see anything, but after today's fight, Jiang Mo discovered that Beiluo is also of the gold department. And since he can be the senior brother of Luoxing Peak, he should also be a heavenly spirit root, and he is quite good in the use of gold-type spiritual power.

Bei Luo's fighting style is wide-ranging, and Xu Huang's long spear is also overbearing. The fight between the two can hardly be called a fight, but it should be called tearing down the ring. Even though many formations had been added to these arenas, they were made of extremely solid materials, but they quickly fell apart under the dismantling of the two. But no one will care about this, everyone's attention is attracted to their battle.

Especially the little white tiger, she has just learned to meditate, and her daily use of spiritual power is very superficial. Looking at Beiluo's powerful attack at this moment, her tiger's eyes can't help but she can't help but yearn for it.

The fighting in the arena was very exciting, but no matter how powerful Xu Huang was, his cultivation still fell behind Bei Luo by a large margin.

Bei Luo, who had already advanced to Nascent Soul, practiced with his younger brother for a while, and when he felt that the time was almost right, he looked for an opportunity to grab Xu Huang's spear. Then he punched Xu Huang with a fist, and the sharp golden light hit Xu Huang's face with a strong wind... The hesitant golden light finally stopped in Xu Huang's nose, followed by a slight tingling pain, as if torn the skin.

Xu Huang was silent for a moment, retracted the spear, clasped his fists and said, "I lost, thank you brother for your guidance." After speaking, he turned around and jumped off the ring, and then left without looking back.

This competition was not too long, and Beiluo was far from exerting its full strength, but it was very exciting for the spectators. So much so that in the second round of Tianyang Peak senior brother Su Hao's fight and Qing Yunfeng senior brother Wen Jin's formation, people felt a little flat. As for Qionghuafeng's alchemist's method, it's even less interesting, it's basically instant kill.

Finally, in the third and final round, it was Yun Qingyue's turn to compete on stage.

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Zhongheng didn't line up with Yun Qingyue in today's competition, and the second junior brother who wanted to compete with the senior sister naturally came to watch the battle. So the little white tiger was entrusted to him logically, but the little white tiger didn't like being hugged by men very much, so he jumped directly onto Zhong Heng's shoulder.

Zhongheng was a little speechless, and was a little worried that the guard would fall off his shoulder if he couldn't sit still, so he turned his head to look at the little white tiger squatting on his shoulder. As a result, he was slapped as soon as he turned his face, and there was the threat of the latter's milky voice in his ear: "Don't move around, how broad do you think your shoulders are? If you move around again, I will go to your head to watch the ring, believe it or not ?!"

Of course, Zhong Heng couldn't understand what the little white tiger yelled. However, this did not prevent him from hearing the attitude of the milk tiger supervisor pretending to be vicious, it was just...a bit funny, like a child pretending to be fierce on purpose.

Zhong Heng is a pure person with a straightforward temper, and he laughed when he thought it was funny.

This is more than that, and I don't know whether he was intentional or not, he shrugged while laughing. As a result, his shoulders were indeed not wide enough. The milk tiger was already very careful when he sat on his shoulders, but when he shrugged his shoulders, his body was about to fall off. It was the little white tiger himself who had quick eyesight and quick hands. Before Zhongheng reached out to pick it up, he grabbed his clothes and crawled back again.

But after this incident, the little white tiger was completely annoyed, and hit Zhong Heng about a dozen times across the head and face, and then grabbed a strand of his hair to sit still again. As for Zhong Heng who was beaten...Second senior brother said it didn't matter, it was just a slap on the face, but it actually felt pretty good.

The little farce under the ring was over, and everyone turned their attention back to the stage.

Today Yun Qingyue's opponent is the second disciple of Qing Yunfeng, a burly man with a big hammer in his hand. He stood on the ring, compared with the slender Yun Qingyue, he was almost as good as two female cultivators.

Qingyun Peak is famous for miscellaneous studies, in other words, the disciples of this peak learn everything. The master of Qingyun Peak, Qing Yuan, is an array mage and also works as a weapon refiner, so the disciples of Qingyun Peak are influenced by him, and most of them are array mages and weapon refiners. Secondly, there are also special professions such as talisman master, puppet master, mechanism master and so on. And since the second disciple in front of him is a teacher of Qingyuan, he is not learning those weird things, but refining weapons.

The burly man came up to the stage with a hammer in his hand, he didn't dare to underestimate the woman in front of him, he bowed his hands like a loud bell: "Min Rong of Qingyun Peak, I have met my senior sister." After speaking, he raised the hammer, and said: "I also ask senior sister for advice. "

Like Xu Huang before him, Min Rong didn't dare to push himself against Yifeng's senior disciple at all, so he took the lead in attacking with a hammer.

When the sledgehammer hit Yun Qingyue with a strong wind, the little white tiger under the ring was quite frightened. Even though she knew how powerful the senior sister was, the inherent thinking of her previous life still affected her. So much so that under the contrast of the strong man with the hammer, the senior sister was born a bit weak... The little white tiger was nervous, and the claws were not restrained, and they dug into Zhongheng's shoulder.

Zhongheng naturally felt it, but fortunately he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, he only grinned and didn't bother to argue with the little milk tiger. One person and one tiger were still closely watching the situation on the stage, and the result was not unexpected, Yun Qingyue took a light step and dodged away.

Naturally, Min Rong would not give up. The huge and heavy hammer seemed to have no weight in his hands, and he chased towards Yun Qingyue again. After a few rounds of you coming and going, the senior sister got impatient, and the Qingshuang sword in her hand had not been drawn out of its sheath, and it just blocked the attack of the hammer with a slight lift. No matter how hard Min Rong tried, he never made any further progress.

There was a burst of boos from under the ring, which was aimed at Min Rong.

However, the strong man was not reckless, and he was not moved when he heard the boos from the audience. The spiritual power in his hand obviously couldn't compete with Yun Qingyue, who had a higher level of cultivation. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the iron hammer blocked by the Qingshuang sword grid suddenly cracked, and then turned into a sword with lightning speed. secondary chain. The chain was windless and automatic, and quickly entangled the Qingshuang sword, not to mention, it also entangled upwards towards Yun Qingyue's arm holding the sword.

Yun Qingyue's face remained unchanged, and he directly shook off the chain with spiritual power, and then heard a "clang" and the long sword came out of its sheath. The sharp sword edge slashed straight at the chain, but the chain seemed to be transformed into a spirit snake, twisting around and barely dodging the sword.

This time, there was another burst of applause from the audience, obviously applauding Min Rong's exquisite control over the chain.

Yun Qingyue was undisturbed, dodging a sword and then striking again. She has comprehended the sword intent, and the sword moves seem ordinary, but each move contains great power. What's more, the ordinary sword moves in the eyes of outsiders are unavoidable in the eyes of opponents. The chains were dodged several times, but in the end they found helplessly that there was no room to dodge.

With a "bang", Qingshuang sword hit the chain, but to everyone's surprise, the chain was fine. It wasn't until this time that the strong man Min Rong said: "Senior sister, be careful, my magic weapon is made of gold essence, and it cannot be broken under the Nascent Soul."

Yun Qingyue was only half a step away from Yuanying, but he didn't reach half a step, and his eyes froze when he heard this. Then she turned her wrist, and another sword qi containing sword intent struck out, but this time it was no longer aimed at the chain, but Min Rong who controlled the chain.

Min Rong's reaction was also quite quick. Immediately with a lift and a twitch of his wrist, he threw out the attacking chain and immediately returned to defense. Qi Qi gathered around him and turned into a half-person-high shield. Then he hid behind the shield with his whole body, thinking that there would be nothing to worry about, but the shield made of gold essence blocked the sword energy, yes, but the icy sword intent contained in the sword energy was not blocked by the shield.

There was a sound of "click, click", and the white frost spread rapidly. Then, under the gaze of countless people under the ring, Min Rong's body crouched behind the shield stiffened—white frost first climbed up the golden shield in his hand, and then frost spread on his exposed body little by little.

In an instant, there was an ice sculpture on the ring, and the strong man's proud expression was frozen on his face at the same time.

After another two breaths, Min Rong's eyeballs rolled slightly to show that he was not frozen to death. In the end, the elder who presided over the ring coughed lightly, stepped forward to announce Yun Qingyue's victory, and then lifted the ice with a wave of his hand.

Zhong Heng, who was watching the battle from the audience, secretly raised his hands and rubbed his arms, suddenly feeling a little cold...

But the little white tiger didn't care so much, standing on his shoulders with his head held high and his chest held high, he let out a "wow", his tone was full of complacency. That proud look, as if she was the one who won the ring.