surnamed Wang

Wang Gingquan didn't care about that strand of graying hair, and exerted strength on his feet, dodging away from the opponent.

The sound of the flute was still scattered, but fortunately Zhang Sheng could only play simple syllables. If he used this jade flute to play a piece, God knows what a terrifying effect it would have.

The monk and the gods win the life, the higher the realm, the longer the lifespan, the god transformation stage has ten thousand years of life, to the soul, it is [-] years old, and the Mahayana is [-] years old, if it is the holy void , you can achieve the rumored "heaven and earth live together".

Now it seems that the power of time exerted by the other party can be regarded as the nemesis of monks.

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Seeing Wang Gingquan running away, Zhang Sheng stopped his movements, and at the same time the air around his body slowly twisted. The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared in front of the opponent, and the sound of the flute exploded.

The latter was startled when he saw this, and subconsciously leaned back, but Zhang Sheng was clearly prepared. An unusual flying sword was pressing against Wang Gingquan's back. If he dared to take half a step back, his blood would be splashed on the spot.

For Wang Gangquan, everything happened too fast, just now the opponent was clearly a hundred paces away, but now he came in front of him all at once, the speed of ordinary Jindan stage could not be reached at all.

At the very moment, there was a buzzing sound, and a small cyan shield flickered in front of him. The moment the ripple touched the small shield, it was immediately bounced back. This time it was Zhang Sheng's turn to be shocked, and he quickly cast the spell again. While twisting, the figure appeared a hundred steps away.

The forcible removal caused a lot of damage, and his hair was visible to the naked eye, and his face was also slightly wrinkled.

At this time, Wang Gangquan finally saw the way. When he fought Wen Fuding back then, the other party went against the sky and lost his lifespan. Although Zhang Sheng's situation is similar now, the reasons are quite different.

This so-called teleportation technique, to put it bluntly, is still manipulating time, changing his own time faster than the outside world, everything in his eyes seems to be static, and any opponent will turn into fish on the chopping board.

It's a pity that judging from the results, this technique can only be used for a moment, and the backlash is huge. It consumes life essence, which means killing eight hundred enemies and losing one thousand.

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Zhang Sheng's expression was decadent, with sweat dripping from his forehead, obviously he didn't have the extra energy to activate his supernatural powers again, it was just an ordinary little competition, there was really no need to risk his life here.

Having figured this out, he regained his composure, smiled at Wang Pingquan, and pointed at the bamboo scroll on his head. When the two of them were fighting, the bamboo scroll had all been opened, and a complex pattern was faintly shining on it.

Wang Gangquan secretly felt that something was wrong and was about to retreat, the old monk suddenly pushed the bamboo slips, the light was shining brightly on it, countless branches and vines rushed out of it, and went straight to the young man on the ground.

Three inches out of the sheath of the long sword, the purple gold sword's air flow turned, and the branches rushing to the front were immediately smashed by the sword air, but after all, it was the supernatural power of the Yuanying stage.

The branches and vines seemed to be boundless, covering the entire earth platform in an instant, the branches took root, giant trees rose from the ground, and the vines climbed to the ground and quickly spread to the surroundings.

A Nascent Soul cultivator among the onlookers saw this scene and gritted his teeth. He was defeated by Zhang Sheng in the competition, and the supernatural powers all over the ring now came from him.

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The trees and vines grew wildly, and Wang Gingquan was soon besieged in the middle. The spiritual power in his body was running extremely, and the sword energy was overflowing, but he was firmly restrained by the branches within ten steps, and the range was still shrinking in terms of posture.

Wang Gingquan had no choice but to take out the small illusory sword that he had just acquired. He had only practiced this sword for a day, and it was very obscure to manipulate. However, it was an extraterrestrial treasure, and those tough vines would shatter when touched.

Wang Gangquan has been looking for an opportunity to get close to the opponent so that he can use the mirage technique, but Zhang Sheng seems to have been prepared for a long time and kept his distance.

Seeing the vines getting closer and closer, Wang Bingquan finally gritted his teeth and used the incorporeal technique again, forcing his body to break through the cage. At the same time, the spiritual power of his whole body gathered in his right hand, pouring all the sword styles and sword intentions he had learned in this life into the next one. one move.

This time the sword was drawn five inches wide, the scabbard and the blade were flushed red at the same time, and extremely violent heat bloomed from the front, forming a thick fire tornado.

Wherever the tornado passed, it smashed through the obstacles along the way and burned a path to Zhang Sheng's location. Wang Gangquan stepped on the path with a stern expression on his face, and at the same time raised his hand to prepare for the next blow.

Seeing this, the opponent stepped back decisively, until he exited the arena, and then he cupped his hands and said:
"Zhao Daoyou is supernatural, Zhang Sheng admires it."

Wang Gangquan punched the cotton and felt very uncomfortable, but he couldn't lose his demeanor in front of the crowd, so he nodded, stood where he was, and looked at the crowd with his head held high.

"Tutai, the winner is Zhao Zhiyi."

The voice of the elder sounded, and the audience applauded.

"Hey, do you feel that Zhao Daoyou's outfit is still pretty?"

"Have it?"

"I also think it has a special flavor. No matter what others say, Zhao Daoyou still maintains himself. It is not unreasonable for him to get to where he is today."

"What you said is very true. I have been secretly observing Zhao Zhiyi for several days, and found that he is not the kind of person we imagined. On the contrary, because of the clothes, the fairies like to talk to him."

"Really? Then I'll buy a suit tomorrow. I heard that Miss Yanhong sewed it herself, so it won't hurt to buy it for her."

The atmosphere outside the arena gradually changed from discussing cultivation to dressing, and then the pink shirt, which was originally despised by others, became a different style in their mouths.

Standing on the ring stage, Wang Gingquan always had a modest smile on his face. The long sword in his hand was replaced by a folding fan at some point, and he was shaking gently, showing his heroic posture. Everyone was fascinated by this scene.

……

At night, outside a cave in Zhongfeng, the two bid farewell to each other.

"In this way, there will be Fellow Daoist Lao Hong."

"It's a trivial matter. It's nothing to worry about. If it weren't for Brother Zhao's overwhelming power, I wouldn't be able to earn so many spirit stones. Don't worry, the promotion of the pink shirt will be on my shoulders. If we win, this matter will go more smoothly.”

"I try my best."

Wang Gingquan squeezed out a smile, how could he not see Hong Qingyan's thoughts, he just wanted to make some money from himself, if you know it, you know it, after all, the other party is willing to hire someone for free to help him build momentum, so what is this thing? .

The two "Yiyi" said goodbye, and Wang Gingquan went down the mountain road. When he reached the Sanfeng Fork Road, he hesitated for a moment and walked towards the mountainside.

On the side of the mountain near Shuidong Mansion, the little bald man was staring at a large pile of spiritual stones on the table, and a yellow dog was squatting on the bench next to it, with its mouth open and its tail wagging non-stop.

"Golden light, they are so beautiful."

"Yes, crystal clear."

"Do you think we should still bet on Master's victory the day after tomorrow?"

"I can see it."

The eyes of one person and one dog were shining, and they were thinking about the future, when a voice suddenly sounded outside the cave:
"Okay, the scar forgets the pain, don't you remember how you lost before?"

Wang Gangquan walked into the cave slowly, and the two disciples rushed forward to pay homage upon seeing this, the little bald head raised his head and said:

"Master, the two of us have analyzed it. We lost money before because we didn't believe in you. Now that we follow Master unswervingly, we will surely make a fortune."

"Heh, I'll only help you once. If you lose again next time, you should be ready to chop your hands and feet, and get caught and go to the hot pot."

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