"Who is this guy?"

"Look at his clothes, Zi Mansion disciple?"

"How could the disciples of Zi Mansion be so miserable? Aren't they embarrassing the Holy Land of Zi Mansion?!"

"Is this person... worthy of becoming a disciple of the Zi Mansion?"

"I'm afraid even I am more powerful than him, right?"

In the stands, countless people expressed dissatisfaction with Fan Jianqiang, and even shouted angrily...

However, Fan Jianqiang seemed to have heard nothing at all, running around with sparks and lightning, and in the end he dragged the opponent and bombarded him until he was exhausted?!

Then, he knocked the opponent off the ring and won.

"How unreasonable?!"

"Can you win this too?!"

"This kid is really... damn lucky!"

…

"kill!!!"

Lu Ming's opponent is the peak Nascent Soul monk!

At this moment, Lu Ming was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. The gap between the two small realms would not be smoothed out even by ordinary geniuses.

After all, the other party is not mediocre!

But Lu Ming held his own, and the two of them played brilliantly. Although they were both Yuanying monks, they were not as amazing as those monks in the distracted period, but the back and forth between them was very exciting.

Buzz!

At this moment, with his roar, the Ten Thousand Stars Jue and the Ten Thousand Stars complement each other, and above his head, the stars shine brightly!

"Is it the Purple Mansion Ten Thousand Stars Jue?!"

"This Nascent Soul disciple is actually able to practice the Zifu Zhenzong technique. He must be extraordinary!"

"He is... Ten Thousand Stars?!"

"It's a pity that the cultivation level is too low. Otherwise, I might be qualified to become the contemporary Zifu Holy Land..."

…

Boom!

The battle between Lu Ming and his opponent became even more fierce. With the blessing of Ten Thousand Stars Art, Lu Ming showed his peerless style. He actually used his mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation to suppress his opponent at the peak of Nascent Soul and attack like crazy!

boom!!!!

With a loud noise, Lu Ming hit his opponent until he vomited blood and surrendered!

…

"This kid is pretty awesome."

The divine fortune teller who had returned behind Qi Zixiao muttered: "How long has it been since I started, and I am already in the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation level."

"At this moment, he is able to defeat an opponent at the peak of Nascent Soul. It is really extraordinary."

"Junior Brother Lu Ming is more talented than us." Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining sighed.

"Don't belittle yourself."

Qi Zixiao slowly shook his head: "No one's future is destined as soon as he is born, man is destined to conquer nature!"

She spoke, but what she was thinking about was...

Is Lu Ming making rapid progress?

Strong in combat?!

Basic operation!

He is the prototype of the protagonist, and I even doubt that he will have any adventures during this genius event, and finally reach the finals or something, okay?

…

"Huh?"

Fan Jianqiang also came back. He looked very embarrassed, but he frowned and said, "Why is the fat man still standing there?"

The fortune teller: "..., it seems that Jianzi hasn't appeared on stage yet."

"What do you mean?" Fan Jianqiang was puzzled: "Are you waiting for Fatty to admit defeat, or waiting for him to step down? Or do you think Fatty is not qualified to fight him?"

"..."

The divine fortune teller slowly shook his head: "I can't calculate clearly."

The two of them were puzzled, and Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining were equally puzzled. Only Qi Zixiao's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

…

"Where is this...person?"

When Fatty Dan first came on stage, he was almost trembling and almost wanted to give up and admit defeat.

It was Qi Zixiao who asked him to go on stage to give it a try, and he had the courage to come up.

But even so, my legs couldn't help but tremble.

After all, that is a sword. His cultivation is much higher than his own, and he can restrain his existence in all aspects. How can he fight it?!

However, half the time since taking the stage has passed, and most of the competitions on the stage have ended. As a result, the sword man has not even been seen?

"Is Qiu Mobai here?!"

At this moment, the referee frowned and said: "If you don't come on stage within half a stick of incense, you will automatically forfeit!"

The referee's voice, blessed by true energy, spread throughout the 'gymnasium', but...

There was no response, and no one came on stage.

…

Sword God Sect area.

The elder who was responsible for leading the team frowned: "Where has Jianzi gone? Why hasn't he come on stage yet?!"

"I don't know..."

All the ordinary disciples lowered their heads.

Where did the sword go?

How would we know?

They were very helpless.

…

At the same time, in a pit thousands of miles away from the city, Qiu Mobai finally woke up slowly, but even so, he still felt a splitting headache.
Chapter completed!