This person has a lot of words, although he is courteous, but there is a sense of superiority between the lines, a sense of superiority that looks down on the female cultivator. It's as if he will definitely win against Su Jiu.

"I see that you are slender, if you can't stand it on stage, you must tell me. ”

When they heard this, many people around looked at the male cultivator with disdain, and some bored monks laughed beside them.

Su Jiu's gaze became more and more cold.

Of course, the man also knew that she was unhappy, but so what, a female cultivator who couldn't beat him couldn't only endure it.

At this time, Zhang Bingol finally couldn't help but glance back at the male cultivator, his eyes showing a little sympathy.

It's just that the person feels good about himself, and of course he didn't interpret the meaning of Zhang Propanol's eyes.

"Not only do you not know the art of contemplating qi, but you have never practiced the art of contemplating bones if you want to. "If you have practiced the bone observation technique, you will definitely not dare to speak wildly about this female cultivator again.

The man's face changed, he was born in a small family, so naturally he didn't have the opportunity to practice the art of contemplating qi and contemplating bones, and when he heard Zhang Bingol questioning like this, he thought he was mocking him.

Just thinking of this person's identity, I could only swallow this breath. The man clenched his fist and stopped talking.

Su Jiu's ears were also much clearer.

Soon the group on stage was over.

Zhang also took his opponent to the ring.

The fight on the stage was fierce, and half of the people in the audience also found their respective opponents.

But even so, there are still half of the people left who don't move.

Obviously, the rest of these people are all monks who don't know how to observe qi.

Some people try to ask others for help, but if you are a disciple of the same sect and family, it is fine, but if you are a stranger, who will help you as an outsider.

There are many disciples from small families who participate in the competition, and there are only two of them, and there are no one who even cares.

Ye Wanqing also didn't know how to observe qi, but fortunately, someone took the initiative to find her, and she was a disciple of Tianli Sect......

For Ye Wanqing, it was only when Su Jiu saw her queuing up that she saw her.

Just the opponent next to her......

Su Jiu frowned slightly.

She glanced at the people in line behind Ye Wanqing and the others again, and a trace of understanding and ridicule crossed her eyes.

Ye Wanqing seemed to be aware of Su Jiu's existence, poked her head out, and waved her hand in her direction very happily.

The corners of Su Jiu's lips hooked slightly, and he said, "The person next to you is not your opponent, the person behind you is talented." ”

Of course, Ye Wanqing wouldn't suspect that Su Jiu was lying to her, she turned her head to look at the people lining up behind her, and couldn't help but widen her eyes, "Jiang Xiaomeng!?"

But soon turned his face with a little disgust, this looks really spicy eyes, and the impact is not a little strong.

Ye Wanqing blinked her eyes and made mental preparations, and at the same time, she briefly thought about it in her heart, and quickly reflected the purpose of Jiang Xiaomeng.

Jiang Xiaomeng thought that she knew how to observe qi, so she knew that her opponent was herself, but her magic talent and cultivation were far inferior to her own, so she was ready to eliminate herself first in this way, and the Tianli Sect disciple next to her thought to be Jiang Xiaomeng's original opponent......

Then, the original opponent of this Tianli Sect disciple would naturally become hers.

Although Ye Wanqing is simple, she also has her own caution, she rolled her eyes and chose to be silent.

Jiang Xiaomeng was about to explode behind her, and the disgusted look in Ye Wanqing's eyes clearly fell on her eyes.

To say that a person in the sect who dared to show such an expression to him, the grave grass had already grown taller than people!

But thinking that she was about to be eliminated, I felt a bad breath in my heart.

It's good-looking, and what if it's high, it's not about to be eliminated?

......

On the other side, Zhang Propanol and his opponent also fought to a fever pitch.

His opponent is obviously not Zhang Propanol's opponent, although he is still resisting stubbornly, but he has obviously reached the end of the crossbow.

It looks a bit resilient.

But in the end, he was defeated because of the lack of aura.

Watching the figures of the two disappear into the ring, the referee also spoke again, "Next group." ”

Su Jiu and the male cultivator next to him stepped directly into the aperture, and they were instantly teleported to the ring.

The male cultivator's palm flashed, and a very gorgeously made sword appeared in his hand.

Su Jiu glanced at the sword and only gave a comment, the bells and whistles are not practical for the inferior spiritual weapon.

It has the same effect as the magic weapon she bought yesterday.

It's just that the male cultivator didn't know what Su Jiu was thinking, and when he saw her staring at his sword, he thought that his sword was intimidating Su Jiu.

The male cultivator hooked the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that he thought was a yuppie and was handsome, "Do you know the origin of my sword? It is the spiritual weapon on the second floor of the Imperial Treasure Zhai, which cost me 50,000 spirit stones!"

Su Jiu's eyes were faint, but he said in his heart, even the price was the same.

Thinking like this, a sword also appeared in Su Jiu's hand, but this sword looked very ordinary under the backdrop of the other party.

But if anyone who understands the art of qi observation can see that this is also a low-grade spiritual weapon, although there is no aura covering the sword body, it is all the qi contained in the sword body.

In terms of power alone, it is even higher than the sword in the male cultivator's hand.

Su Jiu glanced at the male cultivator, "Don't you use the natal magic weapon?"

Su Jiu's words seemed to have stabbed the male cultivator's pain, causing his face to distort a little.

"I can use whatever I want, what's your business?" and then mocked, "This is your natal magic weapon?" ”

Su Jiu was silent for a moment, she felt that the Frost Purple Pole Sword in the dantian seemed to be about to move, it seemed that this person's words made it unhappy. Thinking of this, she had a slight smile in her eyes.

A sword blade slashed, and Su Jiu immediately put away the smile on his face.

He jumped back very lightly, and dodged the man's sword with little effort.

Ye Wanqing and a few disciples of the Canglan Sect couldn't help but shout loudly below, "Isn't this a sneak attack?"

Jiang Xiaomeng sneered, "Since you are standing in the ring, you have acquiesced to the beginning of the game, and where can it be called a sneak attack." ”

Strictly speaking, what Jiang Xiaomeng said is not unreasonable. It's just that the ring competition is not a life-and-death battle after all, and it is usually the duel between the two who meet each other before they start. It is considered the etiquette and demeanor that is reserved among the monks.

Although there is nothing wrong with a sudden appearance like a male cultivator, it will still be criticized in the end, at least in terms of reputation, it is not very good after all.

Fortunately, Su Jiu kept a vigilance anytime and anywhere, especially since this male cultivator didn't have any kind intentions towards her at the beginning, of course she would pay more attention.

The competition started with the sneak attack of the male cultivator, which can be regarded as the official prelude.

When the male cultivator saw Su Jiu dodging, he knew that this female cultivator was not as weak as an ordinary female cultivator.

His eyes couldn't help but brew a little ruthlessness.

But before he could make the next move, he saw the nun disappear in front of him.

He was just about to turn around when he felt a chill from the back of his heart.

The tip of Su Jiu's sword had already penetrated the clothes behind him, and it was exactly where his heart was.

The male cultivator had no doubt that as long as the tip of the sword advanced one more inch, his heart would be penetrated.