The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

"How do you fight this? That guy is at the sixth level of Qi Condensation."

"Yes, and I heard that this guy is never merciful in his attacks. His opponents will either die or be maimed."

"With the seventh-level Qi Condensation Senior Brother sitting in charge, I'm afraid this won't happen, right?"

"What do you know? The outcome of a battle can be decided in a split second, and even a Master at the Foundation Establishment level may not be able to guarantee that there will be no casualties."

"That's right, in the last competition, a junior brother was pierced through the chest by the opponent's sword. Fortunately, it didn't hit the heart."

The disciples in the audience were talking a lot. One of the two people on the stage had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't bother to make the first move, and the face of the other disciple at the fourth level of Qi Condensation was changing. When the thin man showed a hint of impatience, the disciple at the fourth level of Qi Condensation gave a bitter smile, " I admit defeat." After saying that, he jumped off the high platform and left without looking back.

After listening to the discussion and seeing such a scene again, Zhan Nianchuan nodded secretly. Being able to weigh the pros and cons and know how to advance and retreat is also a kind of wisdom. However, in his opinion, this man's strength is average, even when he is at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. The battle with Liu Yandan was not good either.

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It has to be said that overall, the outer disciples who come to Dan Peak are indeed pitifully weak. They have reached more than sixty now. Zhan Nianchuan has never seen a particularly powerful opponent, even the sixth level of Qi Condensation. As a disciple of Zhan Nianchuan, as long as Zhan Nianchuan takes action with all his strength, he probably won't be able to last for a quarter of an hour.

Some disciples have almost no fighting experience and do not know how to take advantage of their own advantages, nor can they see the weaknesses and shortcomings of their opponents. In Zhan Nianchuan's opinion, there were many fights that were winnable, but they were lost so easily. Lost.

After watching too many fights like this, Zhan Nianchuan also felt drowsy.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the whole place, as lively as boiling water. Almost all the disciples who had finished the competition ran to the No. 9 high platform and were surrounded by water.

"Come and watch Lin Hongzhi's fight."

"We are the number one master of Lindan Peak's outer sect. Our opponent still won't give up?"

"The sixth level of Qi Condensation versus the fifth level of Qi Condensation. If you don't even get a slap in the face, where will you put your face? You think so, right?"

"That's true, but it doesn't matter if you just admit defeat. Look at a high-grade yellow-level fire-attribute longsword, covered in magic weapons. How can it be defeated by the opponent?"

People were talking a lot, and they were unanimously optimistic about Lin Hongzhi's victory. The only debate was how long his opponent could last.

On the high platform, Lin Hongzhi stood proudly with a long sword in his hand, his sword glowing uncertainly, looking indifferently at his opponent, a burly man with a stubble on his face holding a mace-toothed stick.

"Admit defeat, Lin will never show mercy to his sword!"

The face of the bearded man changed several times, but he still held the mace in his hand and replied in a rough voice: "Junior Brother Lin, I'm offended!"

After saying that, he slammed the hammer at the opponent. He was born with supernatural power, and the mace made a whirring sound. He threw several talismans at the same time, turning into several fireballs and blasting at the opponent.

"Hmph, you call me Junior Brother with such low strength, let me show you how good I am." Since Lin Hongzhi became Tong Dachuan's direct disciple, almost all the disciples would call him Senior Brother Lin when they saw him. As time went by, he became more and more arrogant. , became arrogant.

Lin Hongzhi stood on the spot, slashed upward with his sword, and a fiery red sword energy that was more than ten feet long shot out of the air and met the fallen mace. At the same time, the aura of the cassock on his body lit up, and he ignored the incoming fireball. Regardless, he stretched out his left hand and a red fireball popped out.

"Fireball!"

"Senior Brother Lin can actually cast fire bullets at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. What a genius!"

"While controlling the magic weapon to launch an attack, he still has the power to pop out fireballs. It's simply amazing. That big guy is in danger."

Seeing Lin Hongzhi's pop-up fireball emitting scorching heat, the bearded man's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted "I surrender!"

Several fireballs hit Lin Hongzhi's cassock, and the aura flashed continuously, but it stabilized instantly, and then the weapons of both sides suddenly collided.

With a loud noise, the fiery red sword energy cut the attacking mace club in half, and before the remaining force was gone, it slashed straight at the bearded man, making him pale with horror, while the fireball below also unstoppably broke through the protective energy. The shield burned the big man until he screamed.

Fortunately, Tong Xi, who maintained order, blocked the sword and fireball, otherwise the bearded man might not have been able to save his life.

Even so, the bearded man suffered heavy losses. The lower-ranking yellow man's fang club was cut off, and his flesh was burned and rolled up, making him look very miserable.

Lin Hongzhi stretched out his hand to hold a sword flower, and put the sword back into its sheath gracefully. He looked graceful and graceful, attracting the envy and admiration of a large number of female disciples.

He glanced at Tong Xi casually, but found that she was asking about the stubble man's injury. His originally good mood suddenly deteriorated to the extreme. Looking at the stubble man he felt more and more unpleasant, and he secretly regretted not doing something serious. Disable the other party.

"The strength is not bad. Although he relies too much on external objects, he is still the strongest among so many people."

Although Zhan Nianchuan did not sit under the No. 9 platform to watch, he could still see the fight clearly with his powerful consciousness.

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A few hours later, Zhan Nianchuan heard the lazy voice of the young man in soap clothes, "No. 101, No. 102." He flew onto the stage, gave the young man a slight salute, and looked at his opponent.

The opponent was a pretty senior sister from the sixth level. Seeing Zhan Nianchuan looking over, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Junior brother, please be merciful."

Her words were completely teasing the other party. Why should a disciple at the third level of Qi Condensation fight with her? In her opinion, Zhan Nianchuan would have to roll off the platform with just one blow.

Zhan Nianchuan suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Your realm is three levels higher than mine. Why should I show mercy?

He didn't dare to be negligent, he cupped his hands and said, "Junior brother doesn't dare, please take action from senior sister."

This senior sister's magic weapon is a small green sword. When she heard her scolding, the small sword turned into a bolt of lightning and flew towards Zhan Nianchuan. Zhan Nianchuan's expression did not change. He patted the storage bag and a long sword flew suddenly. He stood up, carrying the billowing flames, and faced the small green sword. Hearing a loud sound, the two swords intersected, and immediately they flew up upside down, and they actually fought hard.

This is naturally because Zhan Nianchuan deliberately restrains the power of the magical weapon, otherwise the opponent's magical weapon will be cut off in one blow. Zhan Nianchuan also came here from a handyman, and he knows how difficult it is for ordinary disciples to buy a magical weapon. difficult.

The two sides activated their magical weapons and fought together. Seeing the woman stretching out her fingers to pop out the fireball, Zhan Nianchuan manipulated the long sword to suddenly press down, then kicked off his feet, jumped several feet, and instantly punched the woman in close proximity. The opponent's shoulder.

His inhuman bounce frightened the woman, who turned pale and screamed. She hurriedly threw several talismans, but before she could be stimulated, Zhan Nianchuan punched her off the high platform.

Only a few talismans were left flying in the wind.