The two men stood thirty feet apart, and the elder loudly announced: "The duel begins."
Gongsun Ying had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and his intelligence was at its peak. With a wave of his hand, a golden flying sword drew a curve and burst out.
One shot is all one can do. He wants to defeat Mu Zizhen.
The sword is five inches long and has no handle, like a golden streamer.
Mu Zizhen did not blink for a moment. When the sword was three feet away, he waved his left hand violently and pulled back to his side. The speed was extremely fast, forming a phantom. He could not see the track. It seemed that his hand had never moved at all.
All the disciples under the stage were waiting for Mu Zizhen to splash blood on the spot, but after a few minutes, nothing happened.
"KaKaKa..."
Several sounds came out, and people saw that Mu Zizhen was holding a golden flying sword in his left hand, but it was broken into several pieces.
"Hiss..." A lot of cool breath sounds. He takes the sword with his bare hands and doesn't say anything. He also pinches the spirit weapon flying sword.
What is the speed? What kind of power? What kind of physical strength?
Ding Ding Throwing the broken sword on the challenge arena casually, he said idly, "What other moves can I use quickly? It's so hard to go on the stage. Anyway, let me warm up."
Gongsun Ying then reflected that he was more shocked than others.
"Golden Wind Sting." The knuckles of his right hand changed, and the technique took shape in an instant. Dozens of golden spikes were directed at Mu Zizhen.
The golden spike sweeps through the air, making it chilly.
Mu Zizhen stretched his right hand forward into a palm, turned his power around, and drew a circle in front of him.
A milky air shield emerges, revealing The Golden Wind Sting is blocked by the air shield.
"Tut tut... Little gold, you can't do it!" Mu Zizhen smiled and said jokingly.
Gongsun Camp was furious. How could he bear this blow to the gap.
With his left hand, he reached into his arms and drew out a piece of rune. Inspired by his spiritual power, the rune turned into a ten zhang spiritual peak and pressed down on Mu Zizhen.
"Not good! It's the golden peak symbol of the third grade peak, and even the friars in the later life can't resist it." The crowd was shocked, but they used the method of pressing the bottom of the box to compete with each other, and the object was only Chufan Peak. It seems that Gongsun Ying was overwhelmed with anger.
The referee elder was about to step forward and block the way, but a voice came into his ears, and his feet were pulled back. However, his spiritual power was surging in his body, and he seemed ready to take action at any time.
Mu Zizhen's face straightened, his legs bent down and bounced violently, and he flew into the air and directly hit the spirit peak.
Boom The challenge arena has been stepped out of two deep pits. This is not an ordinary stone ground, but has been reinforced with arrays.
Mu Zizhen's left foot pulled up, his right leg stretched straight, his left fist closed to the side of his rib, his right fist pulled down first, and then he hit the sky with a fierce fist.
"The trapped dragon ascended to heaven." He shouted.
Boom
The pen and fist hit the bottom of the peak directly, and Mu Zizhen was shot back by the shock force. With a bang, his feet and wrists fell into the challenge arena.
The golden Lingfeng was punched so that it flew up several feet. The dense sound of clicking came out, and the Lingfeng cracked into a miraculous light and dissipated.
Mu Zizhen got up quickly and rushed to Gongsun Ying's pen.
Gongsun Ying was so shocked that a piece of gold armor was instantly added to his body, but he was still worried. He took out a rune, slapped it on his chest, and a circle of egg shaped shields wrapped him firmly inside.
"The eight poles are close to the mountain."
During running, Muzi's left body leans forward slightly to the right, and his right shoulder hits the egg shaped shield.
"Click"
The shield cracked like porcelain, and Mu Zizhen remained castrated, hitting Gongsun Ying's belly with one shoulder.
"Puff" Gongsun Camp burst out with blood, and the whole person flew out of control. The Holy Power Gold Armor flickered twice and disappeared. It flew tens of feet before slamming under the challenge arena.
The whole audience was silent. Not to mention the disciples, even a group of elders were also like this. This battle force is too strong.
"Mu Zizhen wins." After a while, the referee elder announced and handed the ring to Mu Zizhen.
"Give it to him! He needs it more than I do." Mu Zizhen waved his hand and refused.
Hearing this, Gongsun Camp, who had just been raised, vomited blood again and fainted directly.
"Alas, the anti attack ability is not good!" Mu Zizhen shook his head and sighed. How could he look at the action and expression.
Holding his head high behind him, he jumped off the challenge arena and went up the mountain. His disciples were like snakes and scorpions all the way.
There was no screams Mu Zi really expected, but he comforted himself. He must be so handsome that he could not describe it. These girls forgot to cheer and shout, eh! It must be so.
The once ten-year Zongmen Dabi ended like this.
"It seems that you have a good nature and a strong body." Yi Feiyu fell beside Mu Zizhen at some time and climbed the mountain with him like a human being, climbing up the stone steps.
"My master has molded my body before. In addition, there are some opportunities in Neifeng. You can't envy it, Elder Martial Brother."
"Who is your master?" Yi Feiyu immediately thought of his great ability to communicate to him three years ago, and his cultivation level was the lowest.
"I only know Yunlao, but I don't know the exact origin or accomplishments."
"It's rare. How can you find him?"
"When I can intimidate a party, he will come to me."
"The deterrent side has a strong voice. At least it has to be above Yuanying to be considered as the deterrent side." Yi Feiyu was surprised. As the leader of a sect, he dared not say the deterrent side because of Yuanying's highest cultivation.
It seems that the elder's accomplishments may be higher than he guessed.
"Elder martial brother, how many strong men are there in our sect?"
"The golden pill is less than seven hundred, and the first child is twenty-three."
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In Zhuozhou, there are only four strongest sects, and the stronger ones are in Beihaizhou and Guangju.
Although Qianyun Clan did not have to face other tribes directly in the hinterland of the human race, it also had to send strong people to participate in foreign wars.
There are 100 gold elixirs and seven baby soldiers stationed at the front line of the Terran.
A few days later, Mu Zizhen was stopped by a figure.
"You won this. I don't need charity." Gongsun Ying handed out a ring and said coldly.
"How can I speak? It's no secret that we should call him Shizu, no big or small, and what kind of expression you have, I owe you money?" Mu Zizhen rolled his eyes and lost his temper. It's no secret that he was apprenticed by the master.
"You..." Gongsun Ying's chest heaved violently, and he bit his teeth for a while and said, "Shizu, take it back."
Mu Zi really thought that Gongsunying was a little proud, but it was not useless.
"I'm the younger martial brother of the leader. You don't want to defeat me because there are no shortage of skills and stones. Without these cultivation resources, I will be left far behind."
"You don't have to worry about it. I will earn the resources myself." Gongsun Ying insisted.
"I really don't need it. Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will fall back. How many sect points do you need to exchange for these resources? How much cultivation time will you delay? It's stupid.
"You should seize every opportunity to become stronger, and put away your poor self-esteem. The weak are not qualified." Mu Zizhen said and ran straight into Gongsun Ying and walked away.