"In the first ring, Luo Qing didn't know Yan, and in the second ring, Zheng Zhiyun ...... to Wenling."

Gongliang drove a group of people to the arena, and the game just started, so he quickly led people to find a place where no one could stay.

It was too late, and the good places were taken, and they could only stand at the back of the game and watch the game.

Gongliang is big and stout, and he is terribly tall, and it doesn't matter where he looks. The three sisters of the Yan family couldn't see it, so they flew up in the clouds. The round man stands taller than Gongliang, and he is not afraid. Xiao Xiangxiang stepped on her round shoulders, and she didn't have to worry about not seeing the game.

Not to mention the rice grain, sitting directly on the neck of the baba, you don't have to fly by yourself.

Although the female girl is not tall, she can also fly up with her fins.

This is a pain for the good friends around it, some of the big ones are fine, and some of the small ones can only watch the game with their eyes on the eyes. The sound of fighting in the ring is heard from time to time, which is undoubtedly a kind of torment and torture for them.

After a moment of silence, the ink turtle opened his mouth and suggested: "Gongliang, if you can go forward a little, we can't see it." ”

Gongliang frowned and said, "The front is too crowded, I can't get by." ”

Seeing that some of them were small and couldn't see the game, after thinking about it, he took out a few thick stumps from the space, "You little ones stand on it and watch, remember to take your things with you when you leave, I still have these useful." ”

The group of water tribes looked at each other when they heard Gongliang's words, and their heads couldn't understand what he wanted for this broken tree stump.

Not to mention anything else, in the mountains and forests of the Miao Dao Immortal Sect, I don't know how many of these things there are.

In general, Gongliang is too picky, and even the broken tree stump has to be taken back.

But now is not the time to talk about these things, they hurry up the stump and watch the game.

Phantom Wujing, Mo Siyin, Silkworm and others either followed the master, or followed the master and sisters to watch the game in the ring. They didn't come yesterday. Because after being promoted, the elders have to ask them to stay in the house to consolidate their realm.

Today is the last day of the competition for the disciples of the Miao Dao Immortal Sect, so if you don't come, you can't do it.

Because there will be a finals of the elite disciples of the Miao Dao Immortal Sect today, some people may become opponents in the Great Competition of the Sects, so it is necessary to come over and take a look at the strength of the other party in order to seek countermeasures.

Gongliang turned his head and looked around, and when he found Phantom Wujing and the others, he smiled and nodded to greet them.

When Phantom Wujing and the others saw him, they stretched out their slender hands and shook them.

Phantom Wujing and Mo Siyin wanted to go down to him, but they were tightly grasped by the master and couldn't go anywhere, so they had to give up. The silkworm didn't have a master, but Yun Yao held her hand tightly and didn't let her go, and she had no choice but to stay with them.

After watching the round, Gongliang began to watch the game seriously, and those people above could become his opponents.

Although he has always retained his strength during the game, he only used the Xuanyuan halberd to deal with it, and many hole cards have not been played, but there are people who have the same idea as him.

If you encounter it, know more about it, and have more coping methods.

"Wen Jia, why didn't you participate in the competition?" someone spoke from outside Gongliang's head.

The young man named Wen Jia looked at the ring and said: "The sect prohibits foreign objects, and I also know this cultivation for you, and it will definitely not please you face-to-face, so it is better not to go." If the sect is not so strict, I can refine some poison pills and throw them into the ring, and whoever goes up and who falls, can compete for some rankings. For now, it's better to be here, so as not to go up and lose face. ”

"That's a pity. ”

"Not really. ”

Gongliang felt that his voice was a little familiar, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Wen Jia, a young man in Confucian clothes that he had met before entering the Miaodao Immortal Sect.

Wen Jia realized something, turned his head to look, and saw that it was Gongliang, and nodded and said hello.

Gongliang also nodded, and then continued to watch the game. After one round, another round begins. He found that in this round of the competition, there were actually two people he knew, one was Ying'er who was holding a rabbit in his arms, and the other was a sword-backed boy who came to the Miaodao Immortal Sect with a giant tortoise.

Gongliang didn't expect that this soft and soft girl would be able to enter within fifty.

At this point, he is basically an elite disciple of the sect.

In the ring, Ying'er stared at her opponent intently. It was a burly boy about the same as Gongliang, with a giant sword on his back.

The sturdy young man looked at Ying'er, slowly pulled out the giant sword from behind his back with his right hand, put it on his left hand, and said, "Que is not injured, the name of the sword is not injured, please give advice." ”

"Please. ”

Ying'er bowed, then drew her sword and stabbed forward. In an instant, the shadow of the sword was divided, and the human form was transformed, as if countless people were stabbing forward with sharp swords. She has used this trick in the ring several times, but unfortunately no one has been able to crack it.

Que Wuxian slashed on the ground, staring at Ying'er without blinking.

In his opinion, any trick is not worth mentioning in the face of absolute strength. He also watched Ying'er's competition, and when he encountered it, he had already taken a countermeasure.

Ying'er traveled fast, like a boat blowing along the water, and arrived in front of her in an instant.

"Drink..."

Suddenly, Que Wuxian let out a loud roar, grabbed the giant sword, and swept forward with the sword surface. Its momentum did not stop, and its body rotated with the sword, and it spun in place like a spinning top, which was similar to the whirlwind hammer created by Gongliang.

The spinning greatsword was so impenetrable that it was like an egg without a gap.

The road ahead is impassable, Ying'er changed several directions, left, back, and right, but no matter which direction, it is as tightly guarded as before, making it difficult for people to start.

If you force your shot, with the power of the giant sword, I'm afraid you will be shot out.

You can't win, you can only outwit.

Ying'er looked at the constantly rotating Que Wuxian, and thought for a moment, it is not good to go back and forth, left and right, but what about up and down? She didn't believe that this person had no flaws at all. At that moment, she jumped into the air, planted her head down, and stabbed Que Wuwu with a sword in both hands.

Que Wuxian didn't seem to notice it, but with the gravity of the giant sword, he continued to spin.

In the blink of an eye, the sword arrives.

At this moment, Que Wuxian, who rotated with the sword, slapped the sword upward, just hitting the sword in Ying'er's hand.

Caught off guard, Ying'er's hand holding the sword was shocked and numb, and her body was slightly stunned.

Que Wushu took advantage of this opportunity to fly up and shoot down with a giant sword in his hand.

When Ying'er saw that it was not good, her body hurriedly spun to the side and disappeared.

"Hmm..."Seeing her disappear suddenly, Que Wuxian hurriedly returned to the ground and was on guard.

In an instant, Ying'er appeared in front of her, panting and arching her hand: "I lost." If it weren't for the mercy of Que Wuxian's subordinates, and only using the sword face, she would probably be cut into two pieces by the giant sword. Of course, she is not without reservations, but who here does not have reservations?

Seeing that she was admitting defeat, Que Wushu withdrew the giant sword and bowed.

"In the third ring, Que won without injury. When the disciple saw that the victory had been divided, he sang aloud.

They won and lost so quickly that the sword-carrying boy in the second ring was still confronting people.

Opposite the young man with the sword on his back was a young man dressed in a dark robe and holding a thunder-patterned bamboo pen.

The talisman made of the thunder pattern bamboo pen is born with lightning damage, if you are not prepared, if you accidentally hit, it will be like being struck by lightning, as for the size of the damage, it depends on the size of the person who draws the talisman.

The young man with the sword on his back was not completely ignorant of the thunder pattern bamboo pen, and when he saw the thunder light passing by from time to time on the thunder pattern, his heart was slightly cold, and his right hand slowly touched the long sword behind his back.