"Mu Qingge, Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty, first from the left, number plate No. 5!"
"Gu Qing, Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty, eighth from the left, number plate No. 6!"
With the two cheers of the announcer The sound was about to come out, and the whole square was instantly quiet inside and outside.
Their eyes were full of disbelief as they looked at the two Qingxuanzong geniuses who were far apart.
Even the announcer looked helpless, and even subconsciously turned around and looked at Master Wen Zong above.
Because the lottery box this time was arranged by Kong Wenzhong himself, the announcer had no idea which box contained the number plate.
But he also knew clearly that no one other than the sect leader would know the location of these number plates.
Then how did these two Qingxuanzong disciples draw two adjacent number plates with just a random draw?
In the previous round, when Gu Shen and Mu Qingge were drawn together, it was already amazing, but in the end it could only be attributed to luck.
This is also the direct reason why Mu Qingge, a junior sister of Qingxuan Sect in the early stage of Qi Realm, can successfully break into the top eight.
Unexpectedly, in this eight-to-four lottery, Mu Qingge was once again drawn with Gu Qing, another disciple of Qingxuan Sect. What the hell is going on?
"This..."
On the high platform, Qing Xuanzi and Wu Chengjing both stood up directly.
In addition to surprise, there was also a hint of surprise on their faces.
Because in this way, it is guaranteed that one person from Qingxuan Sect will definitely enter the final four.
For Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty, this was an unprecedented honor, and perhaps even an unprecedented honor.
And they subconsciously glanced at Kong Wenzhong, who had an unnatural look on his face.
I thought that it was fortunate that the Wenzong leader was arranging these two rounds of drawings, otherwise people would have suspected that Qing Xuanzong was engaging in secret operations.
To be honest, at this time, most people's eyes turned from Mu Qingge to Kong Wenzhong's face.
Kong Wenzhong didn't know what he was feeling when he was stared at by so many strange eyes, but it was obvious that he was also extremely surprised.
"Haha, Qing Xuanzong's luck is indeed incredible!"
In the end, Kong Wenzhong could only use this statement to cover up his embarrassment.
That was the number plate he placed himself, and only he knew it, so he was sure there was nothing fishy in it.
This Qingxuanzong's luck must be too good. It's like cheating, and one of them was directly sent to the semi-finals.
Especially when they sensed the cultivation of the two geniuses of Qing Xuanzong, many people looked like they had eaten shit.
Gu Qing's aura is in the late stage, but look at Mu Qingge, who is holding the number plate No. 5 and looking proud. Why are you so proud?
A mere disciple of the Qingxuan Sect in the early stage of the Qi Realm could surpass a group of geniuses with the Great Perfection of Qi Realm and break into the top eight of the Qianlong Conference. This is simply child's play.
In fact, Mu Qingge just had a faint smile on his face, and he couldn't be called a loser at all.
But in the eyes of other sect bosses, this was an extremely proud performance.
Especially those big guys whose geniuses were eliminated feel extremely unbalanced.
But this time they couldn't find a reason to attack the two Qing Xuanzongs. If they really wanted to express their dissatisfaction, the one they would offend would be Kong Wenzhong, the leader of the Wenzong clan.
So in the end they could only hold back, accept the lottery results, and watch helplessly as someone from Qingxuan Sect was recommended to enter the semi-finals without any solution.
Under the gaze of everyone, Gu Qing and Mu Qingge gently placed the number plate on the lid of the box, and then strode outside.
Looking at the figures of these two people, everyone onlookers had extremely complicated emotions, as if they had a breath that was held in their hearts and could not be expressed, which was very uncomfortable.
But like the big guys on the high platform, they could only curse in their hearts and did not dare to say anything more.
Among the geniuses who entered the top eight, Kong Zhengyang and the other three showed no reaction, but the remaining two looked a little gloomy.
Han Duan from the Danding Sect and Tang Qinglian from the Tang Sect originally hoped to draw Gu Qing and Mu Qingge in this round, so that they would almost be guaranteed a spot in the semi-finals.
But now the two soft persimmons of Qing Xuanzong were drawn together, which effectively cut off their hopes at the first opportunity.
Looking at who is left, apart from the geniuses of the three super first-class sects, there is only one Qin Yang, and one of them.
If Qin Yang was unknown in the past, I am afraid no one will think so now.
They are also at the Great Perfection of Qi Realm and do not feel that their combat effectiveness is stronger than that of Zhuge Lian from the Wuhou family.
Even Zhuge Lian didn't dare to face Qin Yang and just surrendered. So if they faced Qin Yang, would they really have a chance to win?
Especially Tang Qinglian, the scene where Qin Yang severely injured Tang Wuzhe with a wave of his hand is still etched in his heart and mind.
"That..."
Just as everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, a loud voice suddenly came from somewhere, attracting all their attention in that direction.
"It's that Qin Yang of Qing Xuanzong!"
At this glance, everyone recognized the identity of the speaker, which made them all a little curious.
In the second round of the sixteen-to-eight competition, although Qin Yang did not make a move, his limelight was definitely not much worse than the other seven who won.
To a certain extent, Qin Yang had the biggest limelight in the second round.
After all, when Gong Wei, who was in the late Qi realm, met Kong Zhengyang, he was not frightened into giving up directly, but went up and persisted for several rounds.
In other words, Qin Yang's intimidating power seems to be somewhat stronger than the top geniuses of the three super first-class sects.
At this moment, Qin Yang suddenly spoke, making everyone want to hear what he wanted to say.
"Brothers, can you leave that guy from the Tang Sect to me? I have some personal grudges with him, and I want to take this opportunity to settle them!"
And then Cong Qin The words that came out of Yang's mouth made everyone stunned.
None of them thought that Qin Yang would make such an inexplicable request.
However, some people immediately thought of the conflict between Qin Yang and Tang Wuzhe, the first genius of the Tang Sect, just a few days ago in the main square of Qing Xuanzong.
It was just that at that time, almost everyone believed that Qin Yang could not be Tang Wuzhe's opponent, and that Tang Wuzhe might even find an opportunity to deal with him in the first round of Qingxuanzong's rear.
But now the situation is a little different.
Tang Wuzhe didn't even pass the first round. He obviously didn't have the chance to fight Qin Yang head-on. This undoubtedly made some people who wanted to watch the fun feel a little regretful.
As for Qin Yang, he was so frightened that Zhuge Lian, who was in a perfect state of aura, did not dare to go to the square. He seemed to have seen some monsters and gave up immediately.
In other words, Qin Yang's strength is definitely far superior to Zhuge Lian.
And Tang Wuzhe is similar to Zhuge Lianxiang. If the two really fight, the outcome is not easy to say.
Now it seems that Qin Yang not only dislikes Tang Wuzhe, but also has a grudge against Tang Qinglian, another genius of the Tang Sect, and wants to take this opportunity to deal with him.
The rules for drawing lots are there. It does not mean that anyone can draw any number they want, not to mention that you cannot guarantee what number others will draw.
Mu Qingge and Gu Qing were drawn together just now, which can only be attributed to luck, but your Qingxuanzong's luck cannot always be like this, right?
Qin Yang obviously knew this too. He just said it casually, just to let people know that he would not let go of Tang Qinglian easily.
At this time, Tang Qinglian's face was very ugly. Obviously, he did not expect that Qin Yang would suddenly target him.
After a night of conditioning and taking Tangmen's detoxifying elixir, the redness and swelling on the back of Tang Qinglian's right hand had dissipated a lot.
But he is not without any losses, and his combat effectiveness is only 80% of what he was in his heyday.
Because Tang Qinglian didn't get any rest that night and spent most of his time fighting Hua Susheng's poison, which made him a little depressed.
Of course, more importantly, the scene where Qin Yang severely injured Tang Wuzhe with a casual wave of his hand seemed to have become more and more deeply imprinted on Tang Qinglian's heart as time went by.
To a certain extent, Tang Qinglian's fear of Qin Yang is even far greater than that of the three super-first-class sect geniuses.
Like Zhuge Lian, he knew that after the first round of conflict, Qin Yang would definitely not let him go easily. Once he got the chance, he would probably kill him directly.
So Tang Qinglian could only pray in her heart that she would not draw Qin Yang in this round. It would be better to draw Han Duan. Secondly, it would be okay to draw Kong Zhengyang, Xu Feng and the others.
“It depends on your luck!”
A voice came out, and then the Wenzong genius Kong Zhengyang emerged from the crowd and walked towards the drawing place under the high platform.
Obviously Kong Zhengyang still didn't take Qin Yang seriously, let alone what the latter said, not to mention that he couldn't guarantee this kind of draw.
"Wenzong Kong Zhengyang, third from the left, number plate No. 1!"
Under everyone's gaze, the announcer directly announced the number of Kong Zhengyang's number plate, which made this genius Wen Zong face on his face, showing a look of satisfaction.
Although he was overtaken by the two men from Qingxuanzong just now, Kong Zhengyang drew the number one number in one fell swoop, which made him feel that God had determined that he was the number one in this Qianlong Conference.
The next person who went up to draw lots was Xu Feng from Tiandaofu. He didn't even look at Qin Yang over there. Maybe he felt that there was no need to discuss such a matter.
"Tiandaofu Xufeng, second from left, number plate number three!"
As the announcer's loud voice came out again, many people were a little disappointed.
Obviously it is impossible to see a strong showdown between Kong Zhengyang and Xu Feng in this round. They both have their own opponents.
Now let’s see what number plate Monk Jingzhu of Songlin Temple will draw, and will he be able to compete with the geniuses of these two super first-class sects?
However, the next person to appear was not Jingzhu, but Han Duan from the Alchemy Sect. Compared to the three geniuses, his expression was extremely solemn.
“It must not be No. 2 and No. 4!”
Han Duan prayed in his heart, because as long as No. 2 and No. 4 were drawn, his opponent in this round would not be Kong Zhengyang. Even Xu Feng, he didn't have the slightest certainty.
With anxiety, Han Duan stretched out his hand and pointed at the box fifth from the left, then hesitated, and then pointed to the sixth box from the left.
“Have you chosen?”
The announcer was a little impatient in waiting, and couldn't help but urge him, which made Han Duan's arm tremble again.
In the end, Han Duan's finger stopped at the seventh position on the left. The announcer did not ask any more questions, nor did he wait for the other party to change his choice. He directly opened the box on the seventh left.
"Dandingmen Han Duan, seventh from left, number plate number four!"
When the announcer announced the number on the number plate drawn by Han Duan, there was a sudden silence in the venue.
Then their expressions turned to gloating.
They didn't expect that after Han Duan had been picking for a long time, he finally faced Xu Feng, who had drawn the number three number. This meant that most of his way to the semi-finals had been blocked.
At this point, in the third round of the eight-to-four matchup, two groups of opponents have been drawn, namely Xu Feng vs. Han Duan, and Mu Qingge vs. Gu Qing.
Kong Zhengyang, who won the No. 1 number plate, has no opponent yet, and at this moment, there are only three people left who have not gone up to draw lots.
Qin Yang was completely following fate. Although he really wanted to win Tang Qinglian, he had to look at other people's faces.
And there is no movement from Tang Qinglian now. He can't even cheat if he wants to.
However, Qin Yang's luck seems to be quite good, at least there are still number plates No. 2, No. 7 and No. 8 left that have not been drawn.
It seems that Tang Qinglian also depends on luck. Now let’s see what number Monk Jingzhu of Songlin Temple will draw?
If Jingzhu draws number two, everything will be happy. Qin Yang and Tang Qinglian will not have to draw the remaining two numbers, and Qin Yang can get what he wants.
But if Jingzhu draws number 7 or 8, then Qin Yang will have to face one of the two geniuses in this round, which will also expose his true strength.
"Donor Qin..."
At this time, a voice suddenly came, and everyone could hear the name in his mouth. Without looking, everyone knew that it was the young master Jingzhu from Songlin Temple who spoke.
Qin Yang was also a little surprised, but he immediately turned his attention to Jingzhu, and then saw the other party saluting towards him.
"The young monk is willing to be beautiful as an adult, so please ask Donor Qin to choose a box for me!"
The words that came out of Jingzhu's mouth immediately made many people look at each other, thinking about this When did the relationship between the young monk and Qin Yang become so good?
Compared to everyone else, when Qin Yang heard Jingzhu's words, his eyes lit up, and his favorable impression of Jingzhu also skyrocketed.
Now Qin Yang just wanted to find an opportunity to teach Tang Qinglian a lesson, but he needed to see the numbers drawn by others, but now Jingzhu undoubtedly gave this opportunity to him.
Although he didn’t know why Jingzhu wanted to help him, or whether the other party saw something, at least Qin Yang found an opportunity to deal with Tang Qinglian.
"Then choose the fourth one from the left!"
Qin Yang ignored the strange looks in others' eyes and pointed at a box casually, which was also one of the remaining three boxes. one.
Almost no one believes that the box fourth from the left must be the number plate No. 2.
After all, no one has clairvoyance and can't see clearly what's in the box.
But for some reason, Kong Wenzhong on the high platform had a glimmer of light in his eyes when Qin Yang raised his finger to point to the fourth number plate from the left.
Because apart from Qin Yang, he was the only one who knew which box contained the number plate.
Although the probability of picking the number plate No. 2 is as high as one-third, but if the previous two draws of Qing Xuanzong are included, then this probability will be infinitely reduced.
Kong Wenzhong stared at Qin Yang over there for a moment, as if he wanted to look into the depths of this young man's heart.
Looking at it from perspective, Kong Wenzhong doesn't quite believe it.
But luck is too metaphysical, and it is impossible for anyone to rely on luck over and over again to choose opponents.
From this perspective, Qin Yang, whose name has never been heard before, must have some secrets that outsiders don't know about.
“If you have the chance, you should study this Qin Yang carefully!”
Kong Wenzhong didn’t see much unusualness in Qin Yang, but this undoubtedly made him have a deeper understanding of this Qing Xuanzong The genius became even more interested.
He even had an idea in his mind, was it because of the Qingxuan Sutra mental method obtained by Qingxuanzong that he created such a weird Qingxuanzong genius like Qin Yang?
“It is better to obey orders than to be respectful!”
Monk Jingzhu in the audience did not go back on his promise. He nodded first, and then said to the announcer over there: “Fourth from the left !”
Under the gaze of everyone, the announcer opened the box, and the next moment his expression became a little weird.
“Could it be?”
Just from the expressions of the announcers, everyone could guess something, so their expressions also became very exciting.
"Don't be No. 2! Don't be No. 2!"
Tang Qinglian, another top eight player who has not yet been drawn, subconsciously prayed in her heart.
Now he would rather face the geniuses of the three super-first-class sects than face Qin Yang.
Because that would probably put his life in danger.
"Songlin Temple Jingzhu, fourth from left, number plate number two!"
Unfortunately, the announcer's unusually loud voice directly shattered Tang Wuzhe's prayers in his heart, leaving him to face that The outcome you least want to face.
Because after Jingzhu drew number two, there were only two number plates left, number seven and eight, that had not been drawn.
That is to say, Qin Yang and Tang Qinglian don't have to go up to draw lots. They will automatically be matched together and become their respective opponents.
When the last thing that he wanted to happen finally happened, Tang Qinglian's body couldn't help but start to tremble.
"Hahaha, this is really good luck!"
Compared to Tang Qinglian, when Qin Yang heard the announcer's words, he looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, his pride was beyond words.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha's name came out. It turned out to be Monk Jingzhu who was actually approaching Qin Yang. I don't know what his mood is now.
Kong Zhengyang on the other side kept looking at Qin Yang. Like his father, he also wanted to see into the depths of Qin Yang's heart.
He wanted to see if Qin Yang was lucky or had some other method. Why did Monk Jingzhu really get the number two number?
"Oops, I almost forgot. If Jingzhu draws No. 2, wouldn't he have to face Kong Zhengyang in this round?" After a brief silence, a voice suddenly came from somewhere, Everyone was stunned at first, and then everyone became excited.
Originally they thought it might be the next round of the top four showdown, where they could see the geniuses of the three super first-class sects facing off, but they didn’t expect that the showdown between the top four would actually take place in advance. .
Kong Zhengyang, the youngest son of the leader of the Wen Sect, is a peerless monster who has reached the realm in half a step. He is even recognized by many ancient martial arts sects as the number one among the younger generation in the ancient martial arts world.
Jingzhu, the Buddhist lineage of Songlin Temple and the proud disciple of Abbot Yuanjue.
The Buddhist golden body in one hand is said to be indestructible within the same realm and the same stage, and it should be the number one defense among the younger generation.
If these two confront each other, to a certain extent, it can be said that the final battle of this Qianlong Conference has been staged in advance.
Just now they were subconsciously attracted by the grudge between Qin Yang and Tang Men, but now it seems that Jingzhu's adult beauty has trapped them.
Both of these two are the number one geniuses of super-first-class sects, and they are both masters of ancient martial arts who have reached the realm in half a step. If they really had to face each other, the final result might be that both sides would suffer losses.
Both sides have their own trump cards, and they must not give in easily.
At the end of the fight, we got angry and it was not impossible for us to die together.
Relatively speaking, when he saw Jingzhu draw No. 2 and face Kong Zhengyang, Xu Feng of Tiandaofu felt certain in his heart.
No matter how proud he is and how confident he is in himself, he is not sure he can beat those two.
Now Jingzhu and Kong Zhengyang are destined to fight to the death in this third round. Even if one of them can win in the end, it must have consumed most of their strength, right?
The Qianlong Conference will not give you much time to recuperate, at most it will only take one night.
If you really suffer serious internal injuries, even if you have the sect's holy medicine for healing, you won't be able to recover completely in just one night.
This is tantamount to giving Sufeng a chance to make a profit.
Without those two top-notch sect genius opponents, his chances of winning the championship of this Qianlong Conference have been infinitely magnified.
As for the other people, even Qin Yang, who was so frightened that Zhuge Lian voluntarily admitted defeat, he had never been taken seriously by Xu Feng.
In his heart, only Kong Zhengyang and Jingzhu are qualified to be his opponents, and the others are just chickens and dogs.
“The third round of drawing is over!”
Although the announcer’s mood was a little strange, he didn’t waste too much time. When he heard his loud voice, the surrounding discussions started to rise. It gradually stopped.
"The first game of the third round, Wenzong Kong Zhengyang versus Songlin Temple Jingzhu!"
As the announcer sounded loudly again, everyone was frightened and stopped going. Think of other things.
This is the final of the Qianlong Conference held in advance. The top talents of two super-first-class sects are going head-to-head. Who will win in the end?
Or maybe the two of them fought so hard that both sides suffered losses, and in the end Xu Feng of Tiandaofu got the big advantage?
All of this will determine the final result in the next battle.
Whether it is Wenzong's first genius who is more evil, or whether the young monk from Songlin Temple is more skilled, everyone is waiting to see.
“Little Master Jingzhu, please!”
Kong Wenzhong still looked elegant and unrestrained, even gesturing to Jingzhu at this time.
This demeanor alone makes many young women heartbroken.
"Amitabha, please, Donor Kong!"
Jingzhu was polite, and then walked hand in hand with Kong Zhengyang towards the center of the square.
There didn't seem to be much anger between the two, they were more like two old friends.
"Donor Kong, we have no grudges or grudges, and we have to compete in the upcoming competition, so there is no need to hurt the harmony!"
Jingzhu was not as talkative as usual at this time. Hearing what he said, Xu Feng, who was watching the battle not far away, couldn't help but frown.
Because what he thinks in his heart is that it is best for these two to fight, and as time goes by, neither of them will want to lose, and they will definitely try their best in the end.
But Jingzhu said something that did not offend the peace at this time. If the result was really peaceful in the end, wouldn't it mean that Xu Feng would not be able to take advantage of it?
Buzz!
Under everyone's gaze, Jingzhu thought, and then a translucent golden light mask appeared around his body again.
“Buddhist Golden Body!”
Almost everyone recognized that it was Jingzhu’s specialty, the Buddhist Golden Body that was also known as the most defensive in the ancient martial arts world.
Of course, the so-called top defense in the ancient martial arts world does not refer to Jingzhu’s half-step cultivation, but to the Buddhist golden body displayed by Abbot Yuanjue’s Xuanjing Dzogchen.
In the same realm and in the same stage, almost no one can break the Buddhist Golden Body. This is almost a fact recognized by the ancient martial arts community.
"Donor Kong, it hurts the harmony. We can discuss it!"
The golden Jingzhu spoke again and heard him say: "The young monk is standing here. As long as you can break through the young monk's golden body, you can Let’s count the young monk as losing, how about that?”
The words coming from Jingzhu’s mouth made everyone think deeply.
But as the person involved, Kong Zhengyang’s face did not seem to have changed at all.
In fact, when others heard Jingzhu’s proposal, they felt that he was invincible.
After all, the saying that no one in the same realm can break the golden body of Buddhism has been deeply ingrained in the hearts of these ancient warriors in the ancient martial world.
Although Kong Zhengyang is strong, he is only half a step above the realm of cultivation.
If he wants to break through Jingzhu's Buddhist golden body, he may have to reach the true realm of attack.
However, there must be an upper limit to a person's inner energy. When the time comes, it will depend on whether Kong Zhengyang runs out of strength first, or whether Jingzhu's Buddhist golden body can no longer hold on.
“Yes!”
Kong Zhengyang agreed without much hesitation, and then asked: "Do I need to set a time limit?"
As soon as he said this, many people frowned, thinking about you. Kong Zhengyang is too trusting, so he dares to limit the time?
Obviously, the Buddhist Golden Body must be the strongest at the beginning. As attacks from external forces consume its defensive power, it will become weaker and weaker.
But the battle between the same area and the same section obviously takes a long time.
If it is only limited to a specific period of time, the chance that Kong Zhengyang cannot attack will naturally be greater.
"Master Kong, there is no need to limit the time. This is too unfair to you!"
Jingzhu obviously did not want to take advantage of this, so he shook his head directly.
But these words brought a strange smile to Kong Zhengyang's face.
"Let's do it, it's limited to half an hour. After all, there are other battles later. It's not appropriate for us to delay for too long."
Kong Zhengyang seemed to ignore Jingzhu's words at all. Humility, I heard him first give a reason, and then said with a smile: "If I can't break your Buddhist golden body within half an hour, I will lose!"
"What?!"
Suddenly hearing these words from Kong Zhengyang, there was an uproar outside the square.
Everyone looked at the Wenzong genius with a sense of disbelief.
They have already seen the power of the Buddhist Golden Body once before.
Although Fu Ying from the Fu family was only in the late stage of Qi realm, she was not able to shake Jingzhu's Buddhist golden body at all.
Although Kong Zhengyang is much stronger than Fu Ying, is it a fantasy to say that he can defeat the Buddhist golden body in the same realm within half an hour?
“Amitabha!”
On the northern high platform, Abbot Yuanjue of Songlin Temple pronounced the Buddha’s name.
Then everyone's eyes, including him, subconsciously turned to Master Wenzong.
Obviously Yuan Jue does not believe that Kong Zhengyang really has that kind of strength, and who in the entire ancient martial arts world knows and is more confident about the defensive power of the Buddhist Golden Body than he does?
Although others have not experienced the power of the Buddhist Golden Body, this is the most famous stunt of Songlin Temple, and its power cannot be fooled by talk.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I have no control over the affairs of young people!"
Being stared at by everyone with strange eyes, Kong Wenzhong didn't care at all, just what he said If you say it out loud, not many people will believe it.
Kong Wenzhong would not be in such a state if he did not also have great confidence in Kong Zhengyang.
Everyone knows that the heads of the three super-first-class sects are all aiming for the Qianlong Conference champion, and the three parties will never give in to each other.
What's more, the champion of this Qianlong Conference is the Tiandao Thunder Sword brought out by the Tiandao Palace Master. No genius can resist such a temptation, right?
Although Kong Wenzhong usually behaves as if he doesn't take anything seriously, in fact everyone knows that this father and son have always strived to be the first in everything and refuse to lag behind others.
But if Kong Wenzhong himself doesn’t tell, then it’s inconvenient for others to ask.
At least they, the big guys, cannot interfere in the ring battles between the younger generation.
“Are you ready? I’m going to start!”
Kong Zhengyang below spoke up. After seeing Jingzhu nodding, his entire body rushed towards the latter.
Boom!
At this moment, Kong Zhengyang's body exudes a strong aura, allowing everyone to feel clearly that it is indeed the cultivation of the Half-step Chongjing
The Qijing and Chongjing are completely different. The combat capabilities of the two realms are also fundamentally different.
Such a scene also made Jingzhu breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as the opponent doesn't break through to a real breakthrough, he will be invincible.
At least Jingzhu didn’t think that the other party could break through his Buddhist golden body within half an hour.
This Kong Zhengyang is really overconfident.
Cang!
A loud sound like the sound of a bell was about to come out. The Buddhist Golden Body was indeed somewhat similar to Qin Yang's C-level forbidden weapon, the Extremely Fierce Bell, but there were essential differences between the two.
The Extreme Bell relies on external objects, and it is impossible to use it on this kind of arena. It is too much beyond one's own cultivation level.
But the Buddhist Golden Body is an ancient martial arts skill that relies on the inner energy that Jingzhu has cultivated himself.
The two are just similar in appearance!
And the Extreme Bell is a forbidden weapon. Once Qin Yang takes it out, those young people will be fine. The big guys on the high platform in the north may see some clues.
As Qin Yang's thoughts turned, in the center of the square, where Kong Zhengyang and the Buddhist golden body collided, a golden halo spread like golden water waves.
At this moment, Kong Zhengyang did not use the folding fan weapon, but used his fist to strike. The effect received was undoubtedly much stronger than that of Fu Ying in the later stage of the aura.
At least when Fu Ying hit the Buddhist golden body before, the golden light did not fluctuate in the slightest.
Looking at the golden light wave centered on Kong Zhengyang's fist, many people subconsciously felt that as long as he exerted more force, it seemed that he could really break through Jingzhu's Buddhist golden body.
It is a pity that although Kong Zhengyang, who is also a half-step sprinter, is strong, it is still a bit fanciful to want to destroy the Buddhist golden body in the same realm with one punch.
The golden mask around Jingzhu's body was just ripples, but these ripples seemed to invisibly dissolve Kong Zhengyang's punch power.
This made Kong Zhengyang know immediately that with this physical strength alone, let alone one punch, even ten punches and hundreds of punches should not be able to break Jingzhu's golden body.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The next moment was Kong Zhengyang’s performance, where he kept moving and his fists attacked almost all directions of the Buddhist golden body.
After arriving, Kong Zhengyang also took out his own folding fan weapon made of special materials, and pierced the mask of the Buddhist golden body with one fan.
With the blessing of weapons, the effect received does look better
Even people with sharp eyes can clearly see that the location of the light shield that was pierced by the tip of the folding fan seems to be dented inwards, as if it will be pierced at the next moment.
It's like someone stabbing a balloon with an iron rod. The balloon will be deeply dented inward. It only needs to reach a limit before it will burst.
Buzz!
But at this moment, a powerful aura erupted from Jingzhu's body, and the faint golden light flickered, which was extremely shocking.
When Jingzhu's breath burst out, it seemed as if new power was injected into the light shield of the Buddhist golden body, causing the dents pierced by the fan tips to become smooth again in an instant.
Even Kong Zhengyang felt a sharp tremor in his right hand, and his entire palm trembled.
It seemed that even the folding fan in his hand was a little unsteady, and he was even shaken back three steps by the force of the counterattack.
“Buddhism’s golden body is indeed worthy of its reputation!”
Kong Zhengyang took three steps back, but there was no sign of discouragement on his face. Instead, he praised him out loud at this time.
This undoubtedly allowed Wenzong's genius to be further displayed, and it also made many young women's eyes show admiration.
The current situation is undoubtedly very unfavorable to Kong Zhengyang.
Because it seems that Jingzhu’s Buddhist golden body is still strong, as if it can’t be broken!
More than half of the time has passed, and the half hour limited by Kong Zhengyang is getting closer and closer.
Under such circumstances, I’m afraid most geniuses would be anxious and agitated, right?
But there was no trace of irritability or worry on Kong Zhengyang’s face.
This character alone is many times more powerful than most geniuses.
"Donor Kong, if you are willing, you can extend the time!"
Jingzhu still seems not to want to take advantage of this time, so it is admirable to bring up old things at this time. His courage.
After all, if this continues, Jingzhu will be able to win this battle when the half-hour time limit is up, and it will not consume too much of his strength.
Or maybe Jingzhu feels that after fighting with real swords and guns for so long, you Kong Zhengyang should be able to realize the power of the Buddhist Golden Body, and you won't insist on the decision you just made, right?
"No need!"
Just when everyone thought that Kong Zhengyang might agree, they heard these three words coming from the mouth of this Wenzong genius.
This made everyone onlookers a little confused, thinking that there are only a few minutes left before the half-hour time limit. Are you really sure that you can break Jingzhu's Buddhist golden body?
Or maybe you, Kong Zhengyang, can't save face and are embarrassed to break the promise you just made at this time.
But between the top four of the Qianlong Conference and face, even a pig knows who is more important, right?
It's rare that Jingzhu is so generous and gives you such an opportunity, but you are still so tough. Isn't this giving up the top four seats to your opponent?
“I admit that even if I am given a few more hours, I may not be able to break this Buddhist golden body even if I am halfway through the realm!”
Kong Zhengyang did not attack again. He didn't even care about the passage of time, but spoke loudly and said these few words.
"Is he...going to admit defeat?"
And many people who heard Kong Zhengyang's words subconsciously had such a thought, which also made Xu Feng's His face was a little gloomy.
Since Kong Zhengyang admitted that he could not defeat this Buddhist golden body, then according to the previous agreement between the two parties, it was he, Kong Zhengyang, who lost.
This is undoubtedly not good news for Xu Feng, who is bent on picking up a ready-made bargain.
He was still thinking about the two of them fighting in a fight, in which both sides would suffer.
"But..."
Just when everyone's thoughts were turning, Kong Zhengyang suddenly changed the topic, and his voice suddenly raised his voice and said: "The champion of this Qianlong Conference, I, Kong Zhengyang, Determined to win! ”
As soon as these words came out, the entire square instantly became quiet. They had no idea where the confidence of this genius Wenzong came from.
You have been fighting for more than twenty minutes, but you have not been able to break Jingzhu's Buddhist golden body even once. There are only a few minutes left. Can you really still create miracles?
On the high platform, many people first looked at Kong Zhengyang below, and then subconsciously looked at Master Wenzong.
When they saw that Kong Wenzhong's face was very calm and seemed to take Kong Zhengyang's behavior as a matter of course, they undoubtedly thought a lot in an instant.
Maybe there is something that he doesn't know that will happen to Kong Zhengyang in the next moment, otherwise Kong Wenzhong would never be so calm.
boom!
In this quiet atmosphere, a soaring aura suddenly burst out from the center of the square, attracting everyone's attention.
Looking at this, the faces of the ancient warriors watching below and the sect bosses on the high platform became extremely exciting at this moment.
Some unexpected things happened after all! (End of this chapter)