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

Amid everyone's discussion, the ninth game ended quickly.

A Lindan Peak disciple was kicked in the shoulder. He flew out of the high platform like a straw. He rolled several times on the ground before losing his strength. He lay on the ground like gold paper and spit out a large mouthful of blood. It seemed that he was not injured. light.

Tong Dachuan let out a long sigh, popped a pill into the disciple's mouth, and helped him up with his own hands.

"Peak Master, my subordinates are incompetent."

The disciple looked ashamed and did not dare to look at Tong Dachuan, and murmured an apology to himself.

"I don't blame you. I have been injured for decades, neglected the peak tasks, and exhausted the resources within the peak. Today's situation is all my fault."

Tong Dachuan reached out and patted this disciple on the shoulder, his expression full of remorse and guilt.

There was only one final showdown left in the game.

At this time, Zhan Nianchuan, who had been standing silently and silently, began to become conspicuous.

At this moment, he opened his eyes as if awakening from a big dream and looked towards the high platform.

This naturally attracted countless ridicules and ridicules. Everyone looked at him with a smile and made various comments without politeness:

"What kind of thing is this? Third level Qi Condensation? It's not as good as me."

"Why is Lindan Peak so weak? Oh my god."

"Is there still a fight? The peak of the sixth level of Qi Condensation versus the third level of Qi Condensation. The first level of cultivation is the first level of heaven. This is a full three levels of heaven."

"What else does this kid have besides being handsome? His cultivation level is so low that he is worthless. Let's go, let's go."

Amid the questioning and ridicule, Zhan Nianchuan looked extremely indifferent, waiting quietly for the elder in white to announce the start of the competition.

Ever since he watched the fight between Lin Hongzhi and Li Mubai, he had been closing his eyes and meditating on the various confusions he encountered during training, without paying any attention to the victory or defeat of others.

"It's only the third level of Qi Condensation. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

"I see you have been sleeping. Are you awake? Do you want me to wake you up with a big ear scraper?"

"Admit defeat, you can still save your life by admitting defeat now."

The tall young man from Yunlong Peak had a look of contempt on his face, his small eyes were full of disdain, and his tone of voice was very unbeatable.

Zhan Nianchuan smiled lightly, and when he was about to speak, a soft voice sounded, which felt extremely comfortable in Zhan Nianchuan's ears.

"Junior brother Zhan, why don't you admit defeat? It won't be embarrassing."

The person who spoke was naturally Tong Xi. She looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a worried look on her face. She had already lost nine games anyway, so there was no need for Zhan Nianchuan to take risks again.

"Boy, forget it if you're not sure. I don't blame you." Tong Dachuan also said, and these words were equally heartwarming in Zhan Nianchuan's ears.

"Thank you to Peak Master and Uncle Tong for their concern. I am still confident about dealing with him."

Zhan Nianchuan smiled faintly, took the initiative to take half a step, and calmly looked at the tall young man from Yunlong Peak.

This behavior immediately attracted everyone's attention. The contrast between the two people standing together caused an uproar.

The tall young man sneered, looked sideways at Zhan Nianchuan and said:

"You have good vision. You chose me, Iron Fist Peng Qi, to send you on your way."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples who were watching were in an uproar again, and some even took a few steps back.

"Peng Qi, this guy is a ruthless guy who completely shattered his opponent's sternum with one punch last time."

"Yes, my opponent at that time was a beauty from Qingling Peak. She had already decided the winner and she punched her hard. I heard that she almost couldn't be saved. This guy was too ruthless."

"I heard that in the final team battle, the people from Qingling Peak surrounded him and beat him regardless of winning or losing, and the cold and cold beauty broke all his hands and feet."

Listening to the whispers of the surrounding disciples, Zhan Nianchuan had a little understanding of the tall young man in front of him, so he nodded and told the truth:

"Peng Qi? Never heard of it, Iron Fist? Neither."

As soon as these words came out, Peng Qi's face immediately turned gloomy, and his small eyes were filled with murderous intent without concealment.

The top ten outer disciples of Yunlong Peak who were watching looked at Zhan Nianchuan with cold eyes. Li Mubai even patted Peng Qi on the shoulder and said loudly:

"Lao Peng, do you hear me? This kid doesn't look down on you. Let's teach him a lesson this time."

"Don't worry, boss, this kid will definitely not be able to climb down from this high platform today." Peng Qi laughed ferociously, moved his hands and feet, and the joints all over his body crackled. He took out a pair of boxing gloves and slowly put them on, and a spiritual light appeared on them. It turned out to be a magic weapon.

Putting on the gloves, his aura suddenly surged, and his murderous aura pressed directly towards Zhan Nianchuan.

To everyone's surprise, Zhan Nianchuan looked extremely calm and looked directly at Peng Qi without changing his expression.

Peng Qi looked at Zhan Nianchuan with raging anger. He himself was a vulgar person with a violent personality and a very small mind, but he was actually despised by Zhan Nianchuan, who had a low cultivation level, in front of everyone. This made him want to tear Zhan Nianchuan apart. In half.

Feeling Peng Qiwan's actual murderous intent, the people around him couldn't help but become silent and took a step back.

What a murderous aura!

Zhan Nianchuan looked calm and turned a blind eye to Peng Qi in front of him. He just turned to look at the elder in white who was presiding over the competition.

"can we start?"

The elder in white was stunned for a moment, took a deep look at Zhan Nianchuan, and then announced loudly:

"The final battle between the two peaks, number 10 takes the stage!"

As soon as the words fell, the two figures jumped onto the high platform and stood facing each other, their fighting spirit rising.

To everyone's expectation, Zhan Nianchuan slowly put the sword into his storage bag. This unusual behavior caused an uproar among the disciples who were present. Even the elders sitting on the high platform showed their faces. Confuse.

"Boy, do you want to admit defeat? Get out of here and save your life." Peng Qi looked disdainful when he saw Zhan Nianchuan's actions, and his whole body relaxed.

"Killing you is like slaughtering a pig or a dog, why use a sword!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar, and the discussion swept through the whole place like a tsunami.

"Arrogant!" Tong Dachuan's face was extremely ugly. He was deeply angry and wanted to drag Zhan Nianchuan off the stage and beat him up.

Why are you? Three levels of Qi Condensation and six levels, but a magical weapon with nothing? It doesn't matter if you lose, where will you put my old face? Although today is embarrassing enough.

"Haha, Senior Brother Tong, the disciples of Guifeng are very confident. They can fight the third level of Qi Condensation to the sixth level without even using magic weapons. It seems that my disciples of Yunlong Peak are not that weak." Bai Tianchi said with a gun and a stick. He was really serious. was angry.

You actually regard me, Yunlong Peak, as nothing!

Tong Dachuan remained silent with a livid face.

Seeing her father like this, Tong Xi had to quietly take a few steps towards the high platform. Although she was also very dissatisfied with Zhan Nianchuan, she would never allow anyone to seriously hurt Zhan Nianchuan.

Lin Hongzhi, who had been dejected next to him, finally raised his head. He looked at Zhan Nianchuan, who was standing proudly and calmly on the high platform, with a bitter smile.

"You loser, you deserve to win?!"