Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

Chapter 181 Sixteen Jin and Eighth

After finishing speaking, Jin Fuyin said: "Xiaomeng, you said that the master has tacitly agreed that you will directly enter the top ten of the competition, but you must also properly understand the other nine disciples, know yourself and the enemy, so as not to hurt them too badly!"

Zhao Xiaomeng looked down at the ring...

I am in the early stage of Nascent Soul, everyone should be able to tell that!

"Today is the schedule for the sixteenth and eighth disciples of Nascent Soul cultivation. Apart from you, there is another person who has directly advanced to the top ten. That person is the descendant of Patriarch Shen Qian, named Shen Yuxuan. He has a single spiritual root of the wood system and a Nascent Soul In the later stage of Dzogchen, I have never advanced to leave the body. I am just waiting for the sect competition to seize the leaders of the five sects!"

"It's a pity that I was kicked out of the ring yesterday in the 32nd to 16th game, otherwise you would have seen me in the ring tomorrow." Jin Fuyin said with some regret.

"Senior Sister is already very powerful!" Zhao Xiaomeng said this sincerely.

Jin Fuyin is currently only in the early stage of Yuanying. He can break into the top thirty-two among many disciples in the late stage of Yuanying and the middle stage of Yuanying. His strength is really great.

Jin Fuyin smiled proudly and said: "Of course! In a few decades, I will also compete for the top spot!"

"Sou Jin, please take good care of me in the future!"

"Chief Zhao, I will let you go first this time. Next time I will be the leader of the competition! Humph!"

"Promise, accept, accept!"

"Okay! I'll take you to watch the game! There are two people you must pay attention to. One is an outer disciple named Chang Hui. He is in the late stage of Nascent Soul Dzogchen. His speed is extremely fast and his attacks are ruthless. There are already several disciples here. He was seriously injured in his hand, but he had a very good attitude in admitting his mistake, and the compensation was a good elixir, so the elder turned a blind eye to him!"

As the two flew towards the arena of Yuanying monks, Jin Fuyin said: "There is also an inner disciple named Guo Xun. He is also in the late stage of Yuanying and has reached the Great Perfection. He has both water and earth spiritual roots. He is good at setting up traps and formations and is extremely difficult to deal with. ."

The grand competition venue for Yuanying disciples is set up in the valley between the main peak and Younan Peak.

As soon as he got closer, Zhao Xiaomeng heard the commotion one after another.

“It’s a deal and it’s gone! It’s a deal and it’s gone!”

"Brother! Be careful!"

"Junior sister! Look here! Look here!"

Zhao Xiaomeng pointed at the blushing disciple who was shouting that he was determined to leave and said, "Senior sister, don't the elders of the sect care?"

"The leader said, I am happy with my little gambling!"

"..."

"Master said it's because the boss knows that even if he doesn't let them start, they will secretly place bets behind his back. It's better to put it in the open and it's easier to manage."

It's the style of the head senior brother.

"It's about to begin!" Jin Fuyin pulled her and said, "Four stages, sixteen promotions and eight competitions, a total of eight competitions. You must watch out for Chang Hui and Guo Xun! I will tell you when they take the stage!"

"good!"

Soon, an elder flew up, stopped in mid-air, and opened the protective formations of the four arenas.

He raised his chin and looked down at the Nascent Souls, as if he was looking at a pile of garbage!

Under the pressure of the senior monks, everyone present fell silent.

"First stage: Guo Xun, Wang Hua."

As the elder finished speaking, two young men jumped onto the ring.

Jin Fuyin pointed at the tall monk who was fat and smiling and said, "Look, Xiaomeng, that's Guo Xun!"

When monks reach the Nascent Soul level, their bodies are constantly nourished by spiritual power. They all have good looks, moist skin, and a healthy body. It is rare to see someone so fat.

He did this on purpose!

"Second stage: Chang Hui, Qian Li."

"The one with very big eyes, lots of whites, and a very strong figure is Chang Hui."

"The third stage: Yu Zhiming, Liu Kuan."

Two monks, slender and ordinary in appearance, walked onto the stage and bowed politely to each other.

"The fourth arena..."

All eight of them are in the late stage of Nascent Soul, Great Consummation.

When they stood still on the stage, everyone's consciousness was enveloped in the four arenas.

Jin Fuyin said: "I was beaten down by that Guo Xun yesterday!"

"He's so white!"

"I think so too!" Jin Fuyin's focus went astray with Zhao Xiaomeng, "Do you think he never goes out? He is white and fat. If he wasn't taller, he would be really ugly!"

“Like steamed buns made from dough!”

"Yes! Why didn't I think of that!"

The competitions in the four arenas started at the same time.

The first among the eight people to move was Chang Hui in the second arena. As Jin Fuyin said, his speed was extremely fast. He used the teleportation of Yuanying monk to the fullest. His opponent Qian Li was unable to react in time and repeatedly

It was quite embarrassing to dodge.

However, he obviously knew about Chang Hui in advance and prepared a rope magic weapon to surround himself. If Chang Hui wanted to hurt him, he must solve the rope first.

Of course, this is not a foolproof strategy. If you keep manipulating the rope protection, it will consume a lot of spiritual energy! The moment his spiritual energy is exhausted, he will still be defeated by Chang Hui.

Therefore, he needs to get rid of him as soon as possible within a limited time.

On the first stage, Guo Xun looked at Wang Hua with a smile, took out two metal gloves and slowly put them on his hands. He was not in a hurry to attack, but Wang Hua knew that he could not give this fat man too much time. Once he

After setting up the trap, he was left with only one way to die.

At least, no one in the entire knockout round has been able to escape his trap.

Wang Hua took out his long sword and quickly launched an attack.

On the third stage, Yu Zhiming and Liu Kuan each took out their long swords and fought together in a dangerous situation.

On the fourth stage... well, the fight was quite satisfactory. She couldn't tell for a moment whether they were afraid of beating their opponents too hard or whether they were afraid of being beaten too hard by their opponents.

Zhao Xiaomeng's eyes returned to the second arena. Qian Li controlled the rope magic weapon to protect himself while attacking Chang Hui!

The right hand holds a long sword, and the left hand throws out a second-level talisman.

The second-level talisman could not cause much damage to the Nascent Soul cultivator, but there were several fourth-level talismans mixed in, which successfully affected Chang Hui's speed, forcing him to teleport continuously to avoid being injured.

Qian Li felt that the only thing Chang Hui could do was that he was faster than others!

And control over teleportation!

Generally, Nascent Soul monks cannot teleport continuously. There must be a time interval between two teleports, maybe a stick of incense, or a few breaths. It is extremely rare for someone like Chang Hui to be able to teleport twice in a row.

As long as his two paths are cut off, he will be a lamb at the mercy of others!

Therefore, he thought that as long as he protected himself and used the talisman to affect his speed, he could restrain him!

Next, it’s time for him to show off his power!

The long sword in Qian Li's hand was like lightning, shooting at Chang Hui!

Chang Hui grinned and disappeared from Qian Li's gaze.

Qian Li was stunned. In the flash of lightning, he remembered how he described Chang Hui's defeated general when he invited him to drink: Whenever you think this speed is his limit, he will refresh your knowledge!

At this moment, the influence of Fu Zhuan on him seemed to have never existed before!

Only then did Qian Li realize the profound meaning of what the man said, and deeply understood his frustration and sadness.

The result of this competition was that Qian Li's spiritual power was exhausted and he voluntarily admitted defeat.

(End of chapter)