Chapter 156 The competition begins (it broke out in the middle of the night, please recommend me, please vote!)
Chu Shi glanced downwards, nodded with satisfaction, and then heard him say loudly:
“This Luohe Fighting Competition is led by our four sects: Qishan Sect, Blood Sword Sect, Wenxiang Sect and Shuijing Pavilion. The purpose is to encourage the Qi refining disciples of the small sects in Zhao State to improve their cultivation. , Let’s learn from each other. Chu is deeply honored by the enthusiastic participation of all sects!”
“In addition, the supervision of this competition is shared by me and the three fellow Taoists on the stage. Let’s ask Mr. Tang Wu from the Blood Knife Sect to tell everyone about the rules of the competition.”
As soon as Chu Shi finished speaking, the man with the scar next to him nodded and took a step forward, saying loudly:
"A total of thirty-two people participated in this Luohe competition, which was divided into five rounds. The first three rounds were all completed today to determine the top four in the competition, and the last two rounds will be held the day after tomorrow."
< br>"In this competition, there are no restrictions on magical powers, but they can only be competed one on one. , people outside the field are not allowed to intervene. If you find that you are losing, you can give up and admit defeat to prevent lives from being lost. You can't maliciously hurt people's lives."
The scarred man finished. The people below just talked a little bit, but no more words came out. Obviously, everyone already knew the rules of the fighting club before coming here.
Seeing this, Chu Shi stepped forward and said: "Ahem, now that everyone knows it, I announce that the competition has officially begun. Now, all contestants are invited to come to the stage to draw lots."
Seeing that all the qi-training monks below were coming onto the stage, Liang Yan also followed the crowd and went to the high platform to draw a bamboo stick.
I saw "Thirteen" written clearly on the bottom of the bamboo stick.
"Thirteen? So my opponent is number fourteen?" Liang Yan looked at the bamboo sticks, shrugged indifferently, and returned to the stage to close his eyes and rest.
In just a moment, someone jumped into the pit and started fighting. The two people in the first game were a white, fat middle-aged man and a strong man with a fierce face.
The fat white middle-aged man drove a yellow stone plate, which had both offensive and defensive functions. The strong man was holding a mace and bullying him forward. He was actually following the path of physical cultivation.
The two men were fighting inextricably on the stage. It was a heated battle, and the cheers and cheers of people from the same clan kept coming from below.
It's just that with Liang Yan's current strength, this little trick is already difficult for him to detect.
So he has been closing his eyes and concentrating in the audience, showing little interest in the series of dizzying battles on stage.
After a long time, I suddenly heard someone shouting in front of the high platform:
"No. 13, contestant Hao Xiang from the Wenxiang Sect, please enter!"
Those words As soon as it came out, the people who were talking about it fell silent instantly.
The silence didn't last long. I don't know who couldn't help it first, and burst out laughing. This smile seemed to light a fuse, and everyone in the audience burst into laughter, swaying with laughter.
Some people said: "This person is really hard to find in a thousand years. I guess he practices the stinky method. One stink can destroy hundreds of methods and use his odor to ward off the enemy!"
Another person said: " I've never heard of this Hao Shou before. Is it true that Wenxiang Sect doesn't have this kind of thing? You are so stupid, you actually send an unknown person to participate in the competition, you are trying to make people laugh!"
Liang Yan is still a boy of 16 or 17 years old. He scolded Li Xiaosong bloody.
However, despite the scolding, he had no intention of falling out with everyone on the spot. Instead, he jumped up and silently jumped into the competition venue.
Liang Yan waited for a while, and then Shanshan came out from the opposite side. This man was dressed in white robes and carried a long sword on his back. He looked like a handsome young man.
He lazily jumped forward, unsheathed his sword in mid-air, and brought out a flash of frost-white sword light.
Then he tiptoed a little in the air, raised his body a little higher, and at the same time danced wildly with the sword in his hand, writing the two characters "Yue Chen" in mid-air.
After writing these two words, the man fell lightly into the competition venue, cupped his hands towards the people outside the venue and said:
"Haha, I am Yue Chen, the 'Huanshan Sect' ''s inner disciple, who is also the fourteenth contestant in this competition, has made a fool of himself for you all!" Although he said "showing shame" in his words, such a fancy opening and the proud expression on his face all spoke volumes. The arrogance in his heart.
At this time, there were a lot of applause outside the venue, and some female cultivators from small sects were also whispering to each other, talking about it, and even worse, they were already making secret glances at her.
Seeing this, Yue Chen's face became even more proud. He glanced at Liang Yan opposite him and saw that he was dressed in plain gray clothes. He couldn't help but smile and said:
"This fellow Taoist Hao Shou. I see that you have a long sword at your waist. Do you know how to use a sword?"
Liang Yan nodded expressionlessly: "I understand a little bit."
"Oh, it seems that we are the same people!" Yue Chen laughed loudly, stood on the stage, stroked his long sword, and said with an arrogant face:
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Hao, although you and I are different sects, we still have different sects. I, Yue Chen, am a teacher without distinction, and I will definitely give you some guidance when I make my move later. However, you have to remember it carefully. You should know that sometimes a few words can lead you to the Tao. It will take you several years of hard training."
At this time, Liang Yan's inner patience had reached its limit. He frowned and shouted coldly:
"You. Is he a dog? There is so much nonsense, he is barking and barking. Hurry up and take action!" After hearing this, Yue Chen's originally proud face immediately darkened.
"Boy, I think you are looking for death. Today I will show you the power of sword cultivator!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward with a whoosh, and at the same time drew out the long sword from his waist, Stab towards Liang Yan with his sword.
Seeing Yue Chen draw his sword, Liang Yan suddenly remembered Zhuo Bufan’s words that day:
“He is just a sword-wielding monk, not a sword cultivator at all!”
He secretly smiled bitterly. Even he could only barely step into the way of swordsmanship at this time, and he did not dare to call himself a true swordsman.
I didn't expect that this kid was so brazen and boastful, but he only used a sword-like spiritual weapon and dared to call himself a sword cultivator. He was really looking at the sky from the bottom of a well.
Seeing that Yue Chen's sword was full of momentum, Liang Yan just shook his head slightly, and suddenly stretched out his right hand forward, with a golden light on his palm. He actually caught Yue Chen's long sword with his bare hands in full view of everyone. sword.
“You!”
Yue Chen was stunned and wanted to withdraw the long sword, but found that the right hand of the person opposite was like steel and iron, and he could not pull it no matter how hard he pulled.
In the golden light of Liang Yan's right hand, there was a faint surge of black sword energy, and suddenly he heard bang! With a bang, Yue Chen's long sword fell apart and turned into a pile of debris, floating in the air.
Liang Yan's right hand kept moving forward, and slapped Yue Chen on the face.
Yue Chen had stars in his eyes and was slapped backwards. His body crossed the competition field and landed directly on a poplar tree on the ten-mile slope.
He was hanging upside down on the tree, half of his cheeks were red and swollen, and he had lost consciousness. He was just swaying back and forth in mid-air as the branches swayed.
“It hurts so much!”
These are the two words that everyone in the audience thought of in unison.
There will be another update in the evening
(End of this chapter)