The ugly man didn't know anything. He took out a golden wide-backed sword and squeezed it into his hand and waved it twice. The shiny golden light on the knife blinded many people's eyes.

"Boy, come here!" The ugly man shouted to the young man in white opposite him.

The young man in white immediately injected true energy into the sword. After absorbing the true energy, the thin sword made a refreshing buzzing sound, and then it shone with golden light, as bright as the big sword in the other party's hand.

"Eat a sword from my master!"

The young man in white shouted softly, and his figure rushed towards the ugly man.

The ugly man also injected true energy into the sword and faced the attack of the young man in white.

"Soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-soon-so

In just a moment, the two of them had confronted for more than ten times, and the harsh sound of collision sounded like firecrackers. The figures of the two on the stage were also dazzled by the low-level monks below the stage.

This fast attack will not last too long, because the slower side will soon reveal flaws. After several rounds, the ugly man's big sword gradually could not keep up with the rhythm of the young man in white. After all, the young man in white used a light sword, and the big sword in the ugly man's hand seemed to be of great weight, and he would inevitably suffer if he fought a fast attack.

The ugly man naturally knew this, so he quickly found an opportunity to withdraw.

After setting a distance from the young man in white, the ugly man quickly injected a lot of true energy into the knife and prepared to take exercises.

Seeing the situation, the young man in white quickly gathered his energy and prepared.

Off the stage, Ding Jie asked Ye Wutian curiously: "Brother Yang, who can win the two of them do you think?"

"The strength of both sides is equal. Whoever has the chance to win depends on who will seize the initiative first." Ye Wutian replied casually.

"What's the initiative?" Ding Jie asked in confusion.

"The advantage of the young man in white is speed. As long as he can take the opportunity to play his advantage in speed, he can easily win this game. And the advantage of that ugly man lies in his strength. Whether he can seize the initiative depends on whether the next move can completely suppress the other party in terms of strength." Ye Wutian analyzed carefully.

Ding Jie nodded as if she was ignorant, then turned her attention back to the stage and watched carefully.

After a brief accumulation of energy, the ugly man raised his sword high and shouted: "Show his sharpness!"

This ugly man used a set of middle-vehicle exercises called the Brutal War Sword Technique. This move is revealed with its sharpness, which is the second move of the Brutal War Sword Technique, which belongs to the ground-level move. It is characterized by dispersed power and a sharp edge. This can be appreciated by the majestic momentum emitted from the big sword in his hand.

The young man in white on the opposite side also prepared his moves at the same time. The golden sword in his hand was shining with dazzling golden light. This move was the second style of Tianjing Sword Technique to shine on sentient beings. The Tianjing Sword Technique, like the Brutal War Sword Technique, belonged to the middle-vehicle technique, and the weapons used by both sides were both gold-type, so on the surface it looked like they were on the field, and both sides were in a state of equal strength.

The young man in white waved his sword in his hand and slowly approached the big sword that he had slashed at the other party.

"Swish!"

Two medium-sized gold treasures clashed in mid-air, and for a moment, the entire platform was covered with golden light, and the figures of both of them seemed to be flooded by golden light.

The golden light had just dissipated, and then there was another rapid "clang clang" collision. The white-haired young man knew that he had the advantage in speed, so he bit the opponent's weakness and chased him step by step, forcing the ugly man to retreat.

The ugly man naturally knew his weakness, but he had no choice but to bite him, so he couldn't seize the opportunity to withdraw. After several attempts, he seemed very embarrassed. If he hadn't had the defense of true energy, he would have been stolen by the opponent's sharp sword energy.

While the ugly man retreated, the young man in white became more and more brave as he fought. The sword in his hand danced into a ball of golden flowers, which made people dizzy.

Under the crisp and rapid sound of sword collisions, the ugly man was forced to the edge of the platform. The last one was in a hurry and was kicked off the stage by a young man in white.

A cheer immediately sounded from the audience.

The young man in white took his sword and walked back to the center of the platform and bowed in all directions, looking proud, while the ugly man shrank his head and squeezed into the crowd and left in disappointment.

Pan Zhengfeng ordered his servants to give the young man in white a breath retrieval pill. After swallowing the breath retrieval pill, he shouted to the audience: "Who else is there any friend who is interested to come up and discuss with me."

Soon a dwarf who was only one meter five meters tall climbed up the stage. Because the dwarf was a strange height and had a somewhat old-fashioned face, he could not tell his actual age at all. However, his cultivation level was better than that of the young man in white. It seemed that he would soon enter the late stage of the earth.

The dwarf walked to the opposite side of the young man in white, looked up at the other person slightly, and provoked arrogantly: "Young man, you are pretty good at it, but if you compare speed, you have to call me "Brother."

The young man in white swept the dwarf up and down and mocked with disdain on his face: "There are so many toads these days. Just one of them ran away, and another one jumped up."

"If you don't talk to you, let's talk based on your strength." The dwarf said, and took out two golden steel claws from the storage ring. With his figure, it is very suitable to use such close-fitting weapons.

"Then let's take advantage of your skills." The young man in white swung his sword and slanted to the right. Although the other party's cultivation was slightly better than him, he was not afraid at all.

The dwarf stopped talking nonsense, and his figure flashed, and turned into a strong wind like a cunning rabbit, pounced towards the young man in white at a fast speed.

The close-fitting technique is combined with the acceleration footwork, which is a very common combination. At this time, the dwarfs used a set of steps called the Flash Step. This set of steps is very common, and its only function is to increase the speed of travel.

The young man in white naturally expected that the other party would do this, so when he saw that the other party had made some moves, he swept his sword and swept forward, attacking a crescent-shaped golden light, locking the fan-shaped area in front to interfere with the dwarf's advance.

Faced with this kind of horizontal interception, the dwarf had no choice but to wave his claws to fight. Although the power of this golden light was not very strong, the dwarf's attack would inevitably be affected by such an intervention.

Just as the dwarf was about to stop, the young man in white had already stabbed him with his sword.

The dwarf quickly waved the steel claws in his hand and stuck the sword body of the young man in white, then followed the sword body forward. The sword claws rubbed, making a sharp and harsh sound.

When the steel claws were scratched to the sword grid, the dwarf had already rushed to the young man in white, and the steel claws with his left hand attacked the young man in white.

The sword of the young man in white was stuck and turbulent. However, he was not panicked at all in the face of the attack of the dwarf. He saw a golden light flashing on his left hand, and a small golden dagger appeared.

"bass!"

The attack of the dwarf was blocked by the young man in white again.

After a moment of stalemate, the dwarf quickly stopped his move and retreated...

The battle between the two lasted for a long time, and finally won by a dwarf.

Then many people came on stage to challenge, and the dwarf finally lost after winning three games in a row.

The one who defeated the dwarf was a thin young man. He looked haggard and looked like a man with kidney deficiency. But even though he was not too thin, his anger sword technique was very vivid. After defeating five challengers in a row, he won applause from the audience.

"I'm giving in!" The thin young man clasped his fists and sent a man off the platform. After receiving the help of the Qi Recovery Pill, he sat cross-legged and recuperated for a while. When his true energy was replenished, he stood up and asked the audience: "Which knight wants to come up and challenge him next?"

The audience was silent, and everyone was looking around, but no one dared to come on stage again.

After a long time, a figure finally jumped up to the high platform. He was a burly and strong man, who looked in his thirties and had the late stage cultivation of the Earth Realm. He was also the first late stage cultivator to take the stage since the start of the competition.

After seeing the other party's cultivation level, there were immediately rumblings of discussion from the audience, and the thin young man on the stage also looked a little solemn, because his cultivation level was still one step away from the late stage of the Earth Realm, but he knew that the gap in strength between the two was definitely not as simple as one step.

Although there were many monks who were in full-scale land among the audience, most of them were middle-aged men. Since Pan Zhengfeng set the rules in advance, only under 35 years old could go to the stage, so they were not able to go to the stage.

Those who come to participate in this kind of martial arts competition to recruit relatives are usually casual cultivators. They do not have sufficient elixir assistance. It is quite difficult to practice until they are thirty-five years old, unless they have excellent qualifications.

On the stage, after a bow from the thin young man and the strong man, they retreated to both sides of the platform, and the battle was about to break out.

The strong man's weapon is a gold machete, which is a top-notch treasure, which is obviously better than the medium-notch treasure in the hands of a thin young man. The martial arts he practiced are like the three masters of the Dragon and Tiger Hall, and are all evil tiger sword techniques.

Both of them are excellent skills, and the battle is obviously much more intense than the previous games.

However, the thin young man's cultivation level was not as good as the other party, and in addition, he consumed a lot of physical strength in the previous few battles, so he showed a defeat before he fought. In the end, he was defeated by a powerful man's move, and fell backwards. Seeing that his defeat was settled, the thin young man simply gave up and stepped down.

There were bursts of discussion sounding from the audience.

"Since there are late-stage monks in the Earth Realm who have come to power, the next battle should be much more intense."

"The guys before were just on stage to make a show, and the real competition has just begun."

"I think today's winner should at least be a strong man with a perfect earth realm."

Just as the audience was whispering and talking, a young man had already climbed to the top of the platform, and he was Han Feng.

The strong man on the stage and the audience below were surprised. Obviously, they never expected that at this time, there would be a mid-stage cultivator in the realm of the realm on stage.

Han Feng's face was gloomy, but his eyes were extremely firm. Although he knew that he could not stand until the end on the stage, he had to fight hard no matter what.
Chapter completed!