Supreme Medicinal God

Zhao Yuqiang was still thinking about how to knock Luo Feng off the ring. There was no preparation for defense, nor did Luo Feng suddenly attack himself. When he found out, the stick tip was only a few inches away from his chest.

He was pale and scared, and moved his body abruptly, intending to flash Luo Feng's fierce blow, which was also Luo Feng's first blow after the ring.

He flashed Luo Feng as a prick in the chest, but Luo Feng knew what he would do, and the tip of the stick was gently picked, just under his armpit.

He felt as if he was electrocuted. From the armpit, his body felt numb for a while, and his nunchaku fell on the ring. The whole person fell on the ring like wood.

Luo Feng stepped on his chest, and the stick in his hand pointed at his forehead. He learned: "You have been asked to confess honestly, but you chose to resist, be frank, and resist strict, this time you Don't want to run away."

With a jingle, Elder Lu, who was in charge of the referee, made a sullen face and made the referee: "Zhao Yuqiang failed, Luo Feng won."

Elder Lu stared at Zhao Yuqiang fiercely again: "Your kid is too anxious. If he has both offense and defense, he will not be easily defeated by him."

Zhao Yuqiang dragged his head in shame and left the ring obediently.

When the disciples under Taiyi failed in the first battle, Yue Zhuoqun's face immediately pulled, and they all squeezed out of the water with gloomy eyes.

Elder Lu comforted: "Don't worry, if we lose the first battle and there are three disciples on the field, our chances of winning are 10% more than other schools."

Yue Zhuoqun's face just looked good: "Then let the second group of players play."

In the second group, two ancient martial artists, Xuanqing Taoist of Shangqingmen and Liu Zhi of Taiyimen, boarded the No. 2 ring together. Their game was more intense and exciting than the first game.

Both of them have the same characteristics and are good at using hidden weapons.

Xuan Qing Dao Chang held a long sword, but he likes to use the arrow in his sleeve. The sharp and sharp arrow in his sleeve suddenly shot from the sleeve, which is unpredictable.

Liu Zhi uses a three-leaf dart, just like if three Liuye flying knives are welded together, the dart is small and the blade is sharp, and after throwing it out, it will rotate around.

Not only can you attack the front of the enemy, but you can also attack the side and the back, and a three-leaf dart hits the back. I only feel that the shadow of the three-leaf dart is all in all directions, making it impossible to judge the attack route.

The second group of battles is a battle of hidden weapons. Whoever uses the hidden weapons is powerful, with precise eyesight and clever techniques, who will win the game.

In more than ten minutes, Liu Zhi of Taiyimen shot a three-leaf dart. There were at least more than 20 darts, each of which was dyed in a different color.

For a while, the ring was surrounded by colorful butterflies, dazzling.

Xuan Qing Dao Chang didn't feel that the colorful three-leaf darts were like butterflies. They felt like they were more like ropes of death, and they would be put on his head.

He fought hard, and the long sword dance became a halo. The three-leaf dart was shot off, but it was one hundred secrets. He was hit by a three-leaf dart in the shoulder, unable to cast the arrow in his sleeve.

Can't cast the arrow in his sleeve, just like the tiger was pulled out of his teeth, suddenly lost his fighting power and lost the game.

Seeing that the disciples won one game, Yue Zhuoqun began to dance again, but as soon as he saw Ye Feng, it was like a deflated ball, and he quickly squeezed his smile, afraid that Ye Feng would come and scold him again.

The third and fourth groups are the confrontation between Fang Cunshan and Taiyimen. Two Fang Cunshan disciples met with two Taiyimen disciples.

Yue Zhuoqun looked very nervous, but Mr. Mo Da was expressionless and calm. The result of the game was acceptable to both sides and they each won.

In the third game, Ge Ming of Fang Cunshan won, and in the fourth game, Zhou Taiyin of Taiyi Gate won.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled and said to Mr. Mo Da: "It seems that our two factions are equally divided."

It is said that it is equally divided, but Yue Zhuoqun is very proud, because Taiyimen still has two disciples on the field, and Fang Cunshan has only one person left. Relatively speaking, Taiyimen has the upper hand.

Chongxu Daochang was depressed. After Xuanqing Daochang lost the game, they missed the championship of the Xuan-level group when they went to Qingmen. He can only hope for the prefecture level competition.

Finally in the second round of the final battle, the fifth game against the monk Xuankong Temple Wuxin against Jiang Yixue.

Wu Xin walked to the ring carrying the demonic pestle, and he took off his jacket, revealing the upper body's rocky muscles and dark chest hair.

He was tall and burly, standing there, like a towering black tower.

Jiang Yixue is small and exquisite and petite, standing face to face with the monk Wu Xin, just like the close-up of beauty and the beast.

Wu Xin sneered: "Amitabha, the mercy of the family, my little sister, you might as well admit defeat, otherwise fight, no eyes, I am afraid of hurting you."

Jiang Yixue's big eyes looked at Wu Xin monk, and he felt that he was in a weaker proportion than him, but after the first round of competition, Jiang Yixue's self-confidence was extremely inflated.

He has a flying sword, Ye Feng has worked hard to teach the smoke and rain swordsmanship, and a powerful mortal gu.

There was a trace of cold sweat on Ye Feng's forehead on the distant podium. He felt Wu Xin's strong killing intention against Jiang Yixue, only to understand that Wu Xin's monk was a wise brother, Yue Zhuoqun was grouped in this way to facilitate Wu Xin's monk revenge.

At the time of the grouping, he only considered the strength comparison between the two sides. Wuxin’s Demon Pestle could not be stronger than his flying sword, but he did not expect Wuxin to regard Jiang Yixue as an enemy. This hatred gave Jiang Yixue a belt. There is a greater danger.

He almost knocked down Wuxin monk with his mind now, so Jiang Yixue did not need to compete, but excessive protection was also a kind of injury. He had to wait and see from a distance, ready to take action in time to protect Jiang Yixue.

Jiang Yixue’s mind heard Ye Feng’s voice: “Relax, baby, I’ll protect you, don’t look at that monk who is tough, holding the devil's pestle so scary, our little flying sword will cut him like tofu Cut the weapon."

Jiang Yixue gave Ye Feng a grateful glance.

Seeing Jiang Yixue looking around and ignoring himself, Wu Xin monk was even more angry, thinking that Jiang Yixue looked down on himself.

He grumbled: "Girl, I'm talking to you, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Yixue showed a row of bright fangs and smiled, "The monk, it is better to retire from your race, I am afraid I will hurt you if I accidentally."

Wu Xin monk was very angry, the laughter was like a thunder, shocked Jiang Yixue's eardrums rose.

"Little girl, you are so arrogant, I wanted to save you a life, now I blame me."

The monk was fierce, Jiang Yixue corrected with a smile: "You are wrong, I am not arrogant, I am confident."

"Excessive self-confidence is arrogant. I will let you know if you are confident or arrogant."

(End of this chapter)