Chapter 541 Who will win?

In less than three breaths, the black smoke dissipated.

Within the formation, Senior Brother Qian passed out on the ground and was unconscious, his face slightly darkened, and even his spirit beast passed out.

Dongfangzhi won the first game without even breaking the skin.

Su Shaoxun was stunned for a moment and announced the result of the game.

"In the first game, fellow Taoist leader Dongfang wins."

As for Senior Brother Qian, he has naturally lost the qualification to continue the competition.

The expression on Xiu Ming's face remained unchanged, but in his heart, ten thousand purple rhinos were roaring past.

However, at this time, as the leader of the Shaoyang Sect, he must not lose his composure.

He bowed his hands towards the east as a congratulation, and then asked a junior brother to move Senior Brother Qian back.

The junior brother reluctantly moved the person back. Xiuming checked Senior Brother Qian's condition and frowned when he found that he was slightly poisoned.

At this time, I suddenly heard a message from Dongfang Zhi:

Fellow Taoist, please rest assured that the dose of poison in him is not large. After taking the third-level detoxification pill, he will wake up within half an hour, and the poison will be completely eliminated within three days.

Xiu Ming glanced at him, and after leaving a mark on him openly, he gave the junior brother a look, and the junior brother quietly left the Star-Zhaing Tower with senior brother Qian.

Dongfang Zhi, who looked like an iron tower, turned dark when he noticed that Xiuming had left aura on his robe.

Xiu Ming stood up and walked towards the formation, only to hear the unhurried voice message:

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Dongfang, as long as Senior Brother Qian is safe, this mark will naturally dissipate."

In the second game, Xiu Ming planned to play in person.

His opponent was a monk who looked very weak. He stood opposite Xiu Ming. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly coughed.

The cough made his whole body tremble.

Xiu Ming took out his magical weapon - a heavy sword. He looked at the thin monk who looked like he could be blown down by a gust of wind and said:

"I never underestimate any opponent."

Hearing what he said, an abnormal color of blood appeared on the monk's pale face. He didn't know if it was because he had coughed too much just now.

He took a breath and said:

“My heart pulse is damaged, and I will have constant wheezing and coughing whenever my mood changes.

It made fellow Taoist Xiu Ming laugh. "

Xiu Ming smiled and thought, "Why are you coughing because your heart pulse is damaged? It would be better if you just fainted and it would save me the effort to defeat you."

However, he didn't say anything, he just swung his heavy sword,

"Let's take action!"

The frail monk raised his hand, and the moment he raised his hand, two flying knives that were more than a foot long were fired out, heading straight towards Xiu Ming's face and heart.

Everyone outside the formation couldn't help but let out a "ha" sound.

This man looks so weak, but he is not polite at all when he attacks!

His realm is two levels higher than Xiu Ming, yet he still shows weakness like this.

Fortunately, Xiu Ming is not a vegetarian.

He has mediocre qualifications to reach his current position, and he has practiced to the middle stage of Zifu. During this period, he has experienced no less hardships than these casual cultivators. Therefore, even if the opponent's performance and shots are very different, he can still face it calmly and calmly. .

A clumsy heavy sword, under the control of Xiu Ming, became extremely dexterous, and easily blocked two flying knives.

Outside the formation, Gu Changhuan began to feel a little bored.

This kind of fighting in the arena is the most boring thing, especially since the venue is so small. You can't do anything you want to do, and you can't hide. You can only use your body skills and magic weapons to fight.

He doesn't look like a cultivator at all!

Gu Changhuan sighed.

He finished the plate of snacks in front of him, and when he looked up again, Xiu Ming had already clamped the heavy sword on his opponent's neck.

The heavy sword seemed to be a bit bigger than the frail monk. If it was cut down with one sword, the man would be reduced to pieces.

Gu Changhuan was not surprised by this situation.

After all, Xiu Ming was able to single-handedly kill third-level monsters when he was in the foundation building stage. Now, defeating an elite monk with a cultivation level slightly higher than him is nothing.

Xiu Ming won this round and saved a lot of face for the Shaoyang Sect.

In the next foundation-building competition, the Shaoyang School's foundation-building disciples lived up to Xiu Ming's expectations and defeated their opponents.

With two wins out of three games, the Shaoyang Sect's face was saved, and the other monks also lamented that after all, it was the Nascent Soul force, and its underlying strength was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

And Dongfang Zhi, who won against Senior Brother Qian, attracted even more attention. Tianlai Novel Network

Next was Haoran Sect versus Wu Qiugu. Haoran Sect won two and lost one. Wu Qiugu was eliminated by two people, leaving only Ouyang to advance successfully.

The Yan family fought against the family monks and won three out of three battles, easily gaining everyone's attention.

After the first round, nine people remained.

The three Foundation Establishment monks had a bye to Yan Qingwan, and the six Zifu monks continued to draw lots.

Xiuming drew Yan Qingyun from the Yan family, and unsurprisingly won again.

Su Shaoxun fought against Yan Qingzhu of the Yan family, and the sky-type water spirit root fought against the sky-type fire spirit root. It should have been a wonderful and absolutely wonderful battle. Unfortunately, the two of them exchanged less than thirty moves, and Yan Qingzhu had just summoned it. Shenhuo, Su Shaoxun gave up.

Although Yan Qingzhu won, he felt indescribably uncomfortable as if he had been punched on cotton.

What does this mean? If you want to fight, you won’t fight well.

He muttered in his mind and sat back in his seat.

Su Shaoxun looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about the winning or losing competition at all.

In the last group, Dongfangzhi played against Ouyang. Surprisingly, Dongfangzhi won again.

Yan Qingwan also easily defeated the final winner of the Haoran Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivator and took back the fourth-level beast bone that her family had taken out.

However, with her status and position, she naturally didn't care about this piece of beast bone. She was just strong.

When Yan Qingwan returned to her seat with her chin raised and a smile, Chi Jin, who was sitting next to her, clapped his hands to congratulate her.

Yan Qingwan snorted proudly, but the smile on her lips never stopped.

Gu Chang, who noticed this scene, laughed and turned his eyes to the field.

Now, the Purple Mansion Cultivators who are still qualified to go on stage are Xiuming, Dongfang Zhi and Yan Qingzhu.

Among them, Dongfang Zhi has the highest cultivation level, with the ninth level of Purple Mansion.

Xiuming and Yan Qingzhu each have only one fourth-level Purple Mansion and one sixth-level Purple Mansion.

It seems that Dongfang Zhi has a high chance of winning the first place.

However, Xiuming and Yan Qingzhu are not simple characters, and their strength cannot be judged by ordinary cultivation levels.

So, who will be the winner?

Gu Changhuan thought with interest.